tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9975756820131623382024-03-20T16:51:23.920-07:00Domestic Bliss(ters)Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-29260342025064087182011-04-27T17:55:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:34:20.705-07:00Contention over the Pacifier<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Why would these:<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSOA7btMqyenipk4l4ob7smuefetNiALlYm8JtaZ0gom5SEAqyL0uBuCO41rc1GClvlvAiuN6_tqRlCioRWRA9UD5duXua1InK-fPtzzMONKshwdsS_FC1xh1R7K2yD8cbJmQNLS3osfk/s1600/pacifier.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSOA7btMqyenipk4l4ob7smuefetNiALlYm8JtaZ0gom5SEAqyL0uBuCO41rc1GClvlvAiuN6_tqRlCioRWRA9UD5duXua1InK-fPtzzMONKshwdsS_FC1xh1R7K2yD8cbJmQNLS3osfk/s320/pacifier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432066162471618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >Cause contention between these:<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCxpisC2DAlKtbZIm8qFuXKHN_kVxTCHOLlAmEY30YhcFHoT6U3ZVMpMLFsprLHX5JvV030rYLgPkief8QJMfaWU_xSH8pL-M5HWZSNnHx_rtu3bVvR98kEOv7FAK6c6J-2an5fM1f3QA/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCxpisC2DAlKtbZIm8qFuXKHN_kVxTCHOLlAmEY30YhcFHoT6U3ZVMpMLFsprLHX5JvV030rYLgPkief8QJMfaWU_xSH8pL-M5HWZSNnHx_rtu3bVvR98kEOv7FAK6c6J-2an5fM1f3QA/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600433300646341874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Could it be because of this?:</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8izDJHjcHxxx9OoeYMygjy9EeuFs3IzCzKN8fygceDos_PQOnKqbwX5-eYGWHLAJwvNViG-v0Wb5o8fcephE0SE38RPS0u2Rej1JvhmY1q7fBJJtriLAZ_-lvyuvAPZgollAgeixlwiD_/s1600/100_0369.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8izDJHjcHxxx9OoeYMygjy9EeuFs3IzCzKN8fygceDos_PQOnKqbwX5-eYGWHLAJwvNViG-v0Wb5o8fcephE0SE38RPS0u2Rej1JvhmY1q7fBJJtriLAZ_-lvyuvAPZgollAgeixlwiD_/s320/100_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600434438138846914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tyson is terribly addicted to his 'paci's'. He loves them more than anything else. For quite some time he's only been allowed to have them when he's going to sleep, which has gone well unless he's trying to sneak them. I decided his 3rd birthday would be the day he'd get them taken away. I've been talking to him about it trying to prepare him. I've been telling him that big boys don't need paci's, they're for babies, etc. Well, Scott apparently didn't get the memo that the 3rd birthday was the day they'd be confiscated. Actually, he got the memo, he just decided he wanted the paci's gone sooner. So the past few weeks he's been telling Tyson he doesn't need them anymore. And I keep telling Scott I'm prepping Tyson for his birthday. Here is why: he LOVES his paci's, I don't want to see him sad, and I REALLY don't want to hear him crying at night. I also have this fear that if we take the paci, he'll quit napping (he's never really been able to fall asleep with out one). And that, I don't want! (Yes, I'm as addicted as him, something I swore I'd never do!) Anyway, last night, Scott put Tyson in bed and made him a deal. He'd read him an extra story if Tyson would go to bed with out the paci. Tyson agreed (not fully understanding what he was getting himself into). Scott came into our room and said 'just fyi, he doesn't have a paci, but it's on his dresser if he wakes up in the night.' I was MAD! I had a paci plan, and this was not it! I didn't want last night to be the night I had to hear Tyson cry himself to sleep, and I didn't want today to be my first day without Tyson taking a nap...I have stuff I need to do! Scott basically said I could give it back to him (he was whining in his room-yes, we still have a monitor set up in there), and I said I couldn't because that would be going back on the deal he'd made. When I explained to Scott that I wasn't ready for this, he said I could give it back to him for nap today, it was just a one night deal. But my thought is, if you go through one night, you might as well stick with it. Consistency, right?! Anyway, I'm happy to say he whined for about 10 minutes and then went to bed. He did come downstairs this morning from the night with a paci in his mouth (he pushed over a box in his room so he could reach the paci on his dresser). And I'm certain he got it this morning and not last night because he woke up with a bad dream at about 3am and when I went in to comfort him he didn't have it, nor did he ask for it, so he definitely got it this morning. So now I just had to deal with nap time today (which I was partially dreading because of the paci thing, but SO looking forward to because I was exhausted after barely sleeping last night)...I put him down, and he immediately asked for his paci (all of which I'd hidden at this point). I told him no, he was a big boy now, which he responded with 'I'm the baby!'. Which is hilarious because he always says he's the big boy and Cooper is the baby. He's a master manipulator! Anyway, I told him no and left the room. Well, I could hear him playing in there, but I thought he'd eventually settle down. 20 minutes later he showed up in my room. I told him he could take a nap with me, and of course he asked for the paci. I said no. After about 30 minutes of lying in bed with me (saying he's hungry, telling me he's not tired-behind yawns, telling me he is tired and needs his paci, etc.) he finally fell asleep! He did it. So, I know we may have a few more bed/nap times that are slightly tough, but nothing compared to what I was worried about. I guess Scott was right (ugh) and the paci dependency can be broken! I'm proud of my little man!</span></span><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-70569239886724112322011-04-25T20:31:00.000-07:002011-04-26T15:11:01.011-07:00Easter Weekend 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We had a great Easter Weekend! Scott had a 3-day weekend (this will be normal now that he'll be working 4 10's!), so on Friday we got to go on a date. We went to the Temple, out to eat to my favorite, Pita Jungle, and to buy some candy for Easter. It was great, we hadn't been on a date for months! We also dyed Easter Eggs, which Tyson LOVED!</span> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">On Saturday we went over to my parents' house for a little Easter party with the Hausladen's/Skinners. We had a BBQ, the kids swam, and then had an Easter Egg hunt. It was really fun to watch Tyson, he loved it, and he would run to every egg he saw. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kyb4nHNvCW0RFiAFeabE7Ap_gzFWS44Uf8hw39DmO2e7CoPUyfX2086AwUPF4VPPdAL9CCqx_xUntOcp2GbyWE-CyNeY09vNmEcH1IX3aTubV0Uqcg2EGpdIHCSSCTtB82h9-wt2s7Zo/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kyb4nHNvCW0RFiAFeabE7Ap_gzFWS44Uf8hw39DmO2e7CoPUyfX2086AwUPF4VPPdAL9CCqx_xUntOcp2GbyWE-CyNeY09vNmEcH1IX3aTubV0Uqcg2EGpdIHCSSCTtB82h9-wt2s7Zo/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600013846465046866" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJor2k9ypJSOdNclamuIdmgkOo9qjTuiqgF2LHaf9bsjgttDcac3aTK_Q6kgiwaL3Rw9OjawWwNavwVO5DP9sq2egiYrw2RaNsIt_4igP4h7xzujhQknuQz1ifi8tr-jK5tUdphpyoAl8/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJor2k9ypJSOdNclamuIdmgkOo9qjTuiqgF2LHaf9bsjgttDcac3aTK_Q6kgiwaL3Rw9OjawWwNavwVO5DP9sq2egiYrw2RaNsIt_4igP4h7xzujhQknuQz1ifi8tr-jK5tUdphpyoAl8/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600013849433759202" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGjMDCDULDEVLnszR19pqFy49TdnkbIQp0UffD-mzw0AcjfQ8dzxiGDGNPs3-FJN96ZCI7eAfuIagazfvDFJOVdrpxqYKeZjPZctFk3vGnS2e8xnjwNHJb3UZCJNWVD6YHxt4EfIkFJey/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGjMDCDULDEVLnszR19pqFy49TdnkbIQp0UffD-mzw0AcjfQ8dzxiGDGNPs3-FJN96ZCI7eAfuIagazfvDFJOVdrpxqYKeZjPZctFk3vGnS2e8xnjwNHJb3UZCJNWVD6YHxt4EfIkFJey/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600013855831975666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And of course, on Sunday the Easter Bunny came...</span></span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjdcVAm-qXdPGWCYRD1afz3n53EG6YvdwB7sNOe1pq332fqH_ATbR54eVGHkmVTCVnXPoGV1UONCGbdwSmltE8sW6u6HMXmcu6_V4HLRbY3O29RD4eRZk9wWd5xA-FXDtW0pbFVLqhKfU/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjdcVAm-qXdPGWCYRD1afz3n53EG6YvdwB7sNOe1pq332fqH_ATbR54eVGHkmVTCVnXPoGV1UONCGbdwSmltE8sW6u6HMXmcu6_V4HLRbY3O29RD4eRZk9wWd5xA-FXDtW0pbFVLqhKfU/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015654526435794" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4b3aFM2xxVHQ53YqhVnck8kdNelN9Hgju4p3LrWlha5Vjm1HbeMsq06YSco7WVungymAjlsWivnzVw9MU9kruafHXz6-3z5WprDMVj0GH79gcRvgByWbXyFSG2SCS03Yh3X5YY8Ye2uH/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4b3aFM2xxVHQ53YqhVnck8kdNelN9Hgju4p3LrWlha5Vjm1HbeMsq06YSco7WVungymAjlsWivnzVw9MU9kruafHXz6-3z5WprDMVj0GH79gcRvgByWbXyFSG2SCS03Yh3X5YY8Ye2uH/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015661282320434" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtRYPiKVoGmGnf1yDOvWtQ2yed7CW6ZJGr3E6h2zwFvbSYuvxZSXuwapqLHW2HMF4H38P4s9iko0JKbExR_m3eqSeQKvX3pXoNzY7YFwLlhj3WSUTzM3-XbH-xKTsMBCDMm_vfTChtBKc/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtRYPiKVoGmGnf1yDOvWtQ2yed7CW6ZJGr3E6h2zwFvbSYuvxZSXuwapqLHW2HMF4H38P4s9iko0JKbExR_m3eqSeQKvX3pXoNzY7YFwLlhj3WSUTzM3-XbH-xKTsMBCDMm_vfTChtBKc/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015662010016802" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEeTemRJ_tl-S2u2I7ACxa5fFTad7CdloP_0zu8xBN7Agcl3j1nFfV2brA7bUcK9pMz-qmpReWgih9_3eaRK1705XPx3KEDAek8E4nrszm0yp1pML1_DjIVER-hXCTsZLLqmIdaqd9Pw0/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEeTemRJ_tl-S2u2I7ACxa5fFTad7CdloP_0zu8xBN7Agcl3j1nFfV2brA7bUcK9pMz-qmpReWgih9_3eaRK1705XPx3KEDAek8E4nrszm0yp1pML1_DjIVER-hXCTsZLLqmIdaqd9Pw0/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015668721230306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And then Tyson had a photo shoot in his new Easter outfit. Yes, all these poses were his idea...</span></span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSyeuZ-EMTVbbjLj4S-kbqTbkjEq0ztLqQOJ_k0CR0cAXMsZr2q21rH9SlBeauWxDpMQXCE5v5BFCRPQ24Qhs2Lxxxa8u-jOe9x8n9d9WKLVfvb9wztLpmEiZ_229HpRgCeKLWQ6jQ4T-/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSyeuZ-EMTVbbjLj4S-kbqTbkjEq0ztLqQOJ_k0CR0cAXMsZr2q21rH9SlBeauWxDpMQXCE5v5BFCRPQ24Qhs2Lxxxa8u-jOe9x8n9d9WKLVfvb9wztLpmEiZ_229HpRgCeKLWQ6jQ4T-/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016912791401090" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE0w77m0M_PX_55oBQBERMirir1jl_p_LInGoDKXBPVkC6-fIxbOB4RV14sz9Ni6A6ZVJpUHmwV9oOOLpfzK7tCfHRcm6B45LgzjZBrHGU41vP-xM_YfDTiJbAePRUxOLUe-wrYbXaLfk/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE0w77m0M_PX_55oBQBERMirir1jl_p_LInGoDKXBPVkC6-fIxbOB4RV14sz9Ni6A6ZVJpUHmwV9oOOLpfzK7tCfHRcm6B45LgzjZBrHGU41vP-xM_YfDTiJbAePRUxOLUe-wrYbXaLfk/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016916600598194" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lZ7taFbDaZ4aoJt7t55-MXSRRBao-tMoZzVf7_i-PnPbR-EQTsHm4zmwqcOsCh0nMPoJCe81GK7kH60Y9Y80-x7qIEElc2PaXtNwBUw3mYbVmCnlpUSCHifTNjW76usuKglHAOare6sw/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lZ7taFbDaZ4aoJt7t55-MXSRRBao-tMoZzVf7_i-PnPbR-EQTsHm4zmwqcOsCh0nMPoJCe81GK7kH60Y9Y80-x7qIEElc2PaXtNwBUw3mYbVmCnlpUSCHifTNjW76usuKglHAOare6sw/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016927997850226" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p0calmMZuDJJf2bMiJ4zFdZVU7E-7fhRhsvtVmVoXK94mppD_RirtA2MziaxXHe3Wy-AC8CX5N2EL9F2ottdYf7Al2hcNB4dOLg60521Yej9u3yd9WYju-40fC08hUAEwP2MZYmsX5z6/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p0calmMZuDJJf2bMiJ4zFdZVU7E-7fhRhsvtVmVoXK94mppD_RirtA2MziaxXHe3Wy-AC8CX5N2EL9F2ottdYf7Al2hcNB4dOLg60521Yej9u3yd9WYju-40fC08hUAEwP2MZYmsX5z6/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016934178575618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixneHRQmcHDN71-LnofH3rM9B7lReCbBRC2cNqfrYXqEJvoXFqlJ9kDAfgrVpLBACLVj4uk89oO7m08vicLZCPIZGavi3Hl6Rse83yifMzXlGtdxn87uiggxvgQOhyphenhyphenn8EgSNirIGHITZGD/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixneHRQmcHDN71-LnofH3rM9B7lReCbBRC2cNqfrYXqEJvoXFqlJ9kDAfgrVpLBACLVj4uk89oO7m08vicLZCPIZGavi3Hl6Rse83yifMzXlGtdxn87uiggxvgQOhyphenhyphenn8EgSNirIGHITZGD/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016939476343730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">How can you not love that face???</span></span><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-45451705525662403862011-04-18T21:25:00.000-07:002011-04-18T21:40:06.241-07:00The Cost of Good Health<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This is what I was hoping for/planning on buying this weekend:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZ1CqKXoUq80fnhfQDS3W5j7b6yUuFkqAxD2eed3oHEoGrTseBa5FLXJrRj2b_H-yGSQmkp3GzLoTTJSQeGDMGErBCLyxD8X9JDnCw0IHb609dr3DGjG5E44LOMcSLZz1PXfQGC6-8NXw/s1600/couch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZ1CqKXoUq80fnhfQDS3W5j7b6yUuFkqAxD2eed3oHEoGrTseBa5FLXJrRj2b_H-yGSQmkp3GzLoTTJSQeGDMGErBCLyxD8X9JDnCw0IHb609dr3DGjG5E44LOMcSLZz1PXfQGC6-8NXw/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597146403472115058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />Instead, I'm paying for an emergency visit here (which is actually going to cost more than the above item):</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtZzuSy48k3fCwmP-LDh5wCVvMYLLdXlRWrUwEn-bQRUxmTHet1BGQ00o97haY6Ver3Yk7A_LercfoG8TgKLYV0_7e0WCSHHqPEEr3xIV93j-hJzQiI2WI7_Ch_g-HYW74iUTHjQxn5bd/s320/banner.JPG" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >At least I have a roof over my head and a healthy (now) family. Even if that roof over my head includes a hideous green couch that is older than me.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-2926758439132603202011-04-11T21:54:00.000-07:002011-04-11T22:25:22.105-07:00Scott's Graduation!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On April 8th, Scott GRADUATED from the Police Academy. This is not an easy process. He was gone Monday-Friday for most of the 19 weeks he was there, leaving me a single mom on week days. The academy is a 39 credit hour process, can you imagine cramming 39 credit hours into 4 months? He had multiple tests every week, written, physical, etc. He also had papers to write, work outs to do, boxing tests, driving tests, and being pepper sprayed to go through. It was a long 19 weeks, but I'm SO proud of him. His class was so exceptional that they received a special award for excelling academically. He worked so hard, and it's paying off! He's very excited, and is now officially Officer Nelson (with a badge, radio, gun, and all!) He now has to complete 15 weeks of on the job training where he'll ride along with another officer, and then he'll be all on his own. In (supposedly) the most dangerous Indian Reservation in the nation. Yeah, he failed to mention that to me before he took the job. Here is my sexy cop husband...<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZTlVKEPUJy2dgrBuvMnEzXTLZik41vXXrcPogYxgUOfOTe-BVFkeny1HCcZXajLNlaW05bCweSpw6UwWGYvpF05Ae7TgKwNwimZGjBKLxJ2fqK-wd0pRd6IqzgMpNBPPobawOy7i9y-b/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZTlVKEPUJy2dgrBuvMnEzXTLZik41vXXrcPogYxgUOfOTe-BVFkeny1HCcZXajLNlaW05bCweSpw6UwWGYvpF05Ae7TgKwNwimZGjBKLxJ2fqK-wd0pRd6IqzgMpNBPPobawOy7i9y-b/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558753489270882" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >No you can't have him, and no, he can't get you out of a ticket.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UnlbG0na3ihT37kWotmKLqGy8IguyYOnpSnKD_jm1egPVjWfi0nNj1whGbSFoCTqmaKlUYK-UK6qDXq0HikfbWqUOr0tSxCyAkg_FcFNvEXb8A1B5Z1zH3LQysf-mJKB_jPov2Enhtmm/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UnlbG0na3ihT37kWotmKLqGy8IguyYOnpSnKD_jm1egPVjWfi0nNj1whGbSFoCTqmaKlUYK-UK6qDXq0HikfbWqUOr0tSxCyAkg_FcFNvEXb8A1B5Z1zH3LQysf-mJKB_jPov2Enhtmm/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558784145802338" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >31 weeks pregnant! So glad he graduated before the baby came, they don't let them out for anything!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbSCQU1n0fk_S4caCdupp-4XDC0KaXfPw1bcYHEZlvYEY2882FYX66g6qpdViBUwljeN6VDLlq_J1AF0O3ZUWlUQZwcdG4JJkxUdaaQTtZLik_Szkg6-HYurdvtfSqSzxaa0BtVxJHz35/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbSCQU1n0fk_S4caCdupp-4XDC0KaXfPw1bcYHEZlvYEY2882FYX66g6qpdViBUwljeN6VDLlq_J1AF0O3ZUWlUQZwcdG4JJkxUdaaQTtZLik_Szkg6-HYurdvtfSqSzxaa0BtVxJHz35/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558761826804722" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >Right before graduation, Tyson told me he wanted to be a police officer too.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfJPM7ZX9G3IZ6dxjejQMPhhgr1LSrsw0LHJwM1aB5SAz7CsKlO1Md0zaCarKyvZ4aKPemz3iR50O6iK6iKDOprmMQ6Hu44Kaukl26BmbRar90LblfDDhWfD0wOYwn47DeHq1tOd80Y7r/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfJPM7ZX9G3IZ6dxjejQMPhhgr1LSrsw0LHJwM1aB5SAz7CsKlO1Md0zaCarKyvZ4aKPemz3iR50O6iK6iKDOprmMQ6Hu44Kaukl26BmbRar90LblfDDhWfD0wOYwn47DeHq1tOd80Y7r/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558770125341746" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >Scott's parents were able to make it down for the graduation. It was great to have them here! Tyson really loved playing with them all weekend.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcufenO2ZMwANPJ_EcyW51i3M2AxVRVcCUPShvyLbSlbmF8SnP7oJOhHxDDgRMY5lm5_J1ffjldD9_TdcsYg5YpXZajqy5oSSZBgIrspkClhfrNSu18gzNtwu2ySa9160SLbtyQcuwJhs/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcufenO2ZMwANPJ_EcyW51i3M2AxVRVcCUPShvyLbSlbmF8SnP7oJOhHxDDgRMY5lm5_J1ffjldD9_TdcsYg5YpXZajqy5oSSZBgIrspkClhfrNSu18gzNtwu2ySa9160SLbtyQcuwJhs/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558779336961746" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >These are all the recruits from Scott's Police Department that went through the academy with him. What a good looking group of cops!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-59001034945836129402011-04-11T20:58:00.001-07:002011-04-11T22:20:00.330-07:00The Last 10 months (continued)...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">In March, Tyson and I went to Disneyland with my parents and sisters. Scott wasn't able to go because he had to work (still in the academy), which was a bummer. But, we still managed to have a fantastic time. Tyson's favorite rides were the Toy Story ride at California Adventure (it's a 3-D shooting game that is like carnival games, but all 3-D), and the Buzz Lightyear ride at Disneyland, which also happened to be a game where you sh0ot things. </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >We rode it 3 times!</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > Are you sensing a pattern or two here? Grandpa Cameron also bought him a cool gun which he took on every ride. On Pirate's, he made sure to shoot all the pirates we passed. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0RTVpFemh_C_IVsvbGTQuo1Uoy2j0rpOejJGHELt56KBCyqSAyeBNmefsIklCgqO-vrKqYo1PEXaljl7xI7ukj5we52GkZVnuGycxi4Mgavo4_ktg6UXe9a6AH1PoH510RIgiAkytvkc/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0RTVpFemh_C_IVsvbGTQuo1Uoy2j0rpOejJGHELt56KBCyqSAyeBNmefsIklCgqO-vrKqYo1PEXaljl7xI7ukj5we52GkZVnuGycxi4Mgavo4_ktg6UXe9a6AH1PoH510RIgiAkytvkc/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544616289618770" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Day 1 waiting to get into California Adventure. He was so excited, but he had no idea what he was excited for!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJK6eLJGKnfClitDBGuDXCqGTiTVAh8jO9PDnYe09gmKT0KvEP9wN0OX_BW_RSrkcT7vo0ogDYTnxeYz4i95fcrHM0UvISmCHldiKRiWszx_qaC_FJ7rFeH0qspUbL96weJFVId6jyMHV/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJK6eLJGKnfClitDBGuDXCqGTiTVAh8jO9PDnYe09gmKT0KvEP9wN0OX_BW_RSrkcT7vo0ogDYTnxeYz4i95fcrHM0UvISmCHldiKRiWszx_qaC_FJ7rFeH0qspUbL96weJFVId6jyMHV/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544622378329842" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >On Flicks Flying Adventure with Kirsten.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboeAVvyV_R5cx6PDxWG2VNR6TJvBR6svM3NGFBDiHLK9LsMEZVFuDpQb0cy1zM7xyefpM5tbcAy8xmF_8I3CMvHkvBfoz04hOhhtIrH3RDA-7jY-QbncQVvKUd8rpkjeNdP41pEkdoR_q/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboeAVvyV_R5cx6PDxWG2VNR6TJvBR6svM3NGFBDiHLK9LsMEZVFuDpQb0cy1zM7xyefpM5tbcAy8xmF_8I3CMvHkvBfoz04hOhhtIrH3RDA-7jY-QbncQVvKUd8rpkjeNdP41pEkdoR_q/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544637667236258" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Sitting on Grandpa Cameron's lap on the Jungle Cruise.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQUaALpKM5VoTGJv_HhGPiiIVv4C_9210W9vktr8uCXtvkeCEOU47pK8spnYPvo7EWKDG4ndu6OhF99hfH_hQ3jR0Sx6RVtNSR5IDr95H13deDN7QY0YUMCzV4zj0EPN6yi1849N_6v57/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQUaALpKM5VoTGJv_HhGPiiIVv4C_9210W9vktr8uCXtvkeCEOU47pK8spnYPvo7EWKDG4ndu6OhF99hfH_hQ3jR0Sx6RVtNSR5IDr95H13deDN7QY0YUMCzV4zj0EPN6yi1849N_6v57/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544628221097186" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Waiting in line with Heather.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7WqSp6qX0RxPa63qTgbjl97EyUMxFbaIn42Ka1lZZNWq6DuGSWr9Bmxkw28BBgYpj59LhDbDouprV-F3VU5VuIhMpVqK9vKgZCzovzDGhSQ4dQIdGE0bnUvzTaUOmwHOegWXfodU_9_f/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7WqSp6qX0RxPa63qTgbjl97EyUMxFbaIn42Ka1lZZNWq6DuGSWr9Bmxkw28BBgYpj59LhDbDouprV-F3VU5VuIhMpVqK9vKgZCzovzDGhSQ4dQIdGE0bnUvzTaUOmwHOegWXfodU_9_f/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544640379457138" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >In Goofy's house. We had a lot of down time since both Tyson nor I could ride a lot of the rides everyone else rode, so we played in Toon Town for quite a while. He LOVED Goofy's house, and actually said it was his.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdPyGjJJWN_W9KXhyphenhyphen0hc1R0fS9a-6ceEZkGWA87v5TxU-a59PagZAryO8tHoiw5VWC91U7CZMvx6mGr78b79vIZ-c-BGU_mQdTyN_n3Hp729awOyOs0LQFNS0aWNj7nozqbrDuw1q7qMt/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdPyGjJJWN_W9KXhyphenhyphen0hc1R0fS9a-6ceEZkGWA87v5TxU-a59PagZAryO8tHoiw5VWC91U7CZMvx6mGr78b79vIZ-c-BGU_mQdTyN_n3Hp729awOyOs0LQFNS0aWNj7nozqbrDuw1q7qMt/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594545764210370962" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >On the Catepillar Train ride in a Bug's World with Grandma Jenni.<br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />2011 has been full of, well, crazy Tyson stories. Tyson was quite the sassy and busy 2 year old! One day he shaved his face with my razor, luckily no permanent damage was done. Another day, he and Scott were home sleeping while I was grocery shopping, and I came home to learn he'd woken up without his dad's knowledge and poured himself a bowl of cereal complete with milk. We found him like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gH4b4Hygca1EFZuDcMfOsmy5QLOtnppe_rUfOaDo42fXxDpbdNrmWOt5Kr5C8lnYpTzZ-cSYzquzy7tdhW523jKfaDDWny8fBrs-tOajwCxCGZHjs2sb0WTVtljPGeFDJYOQHVuxVeRZ/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gH4b4Hygca1EFZuDcMfOsmy5QLOtnppe_rUfOaDo42fXxDpbdNrmWOt5Kr5C8lnYpTzZ-cSYzquzy7tdhW523jKfaDDWny8fBrs-tOajwCxCGZHjs2sb0WTVtljPGeFDJYOQHVuxVeRZ/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594546790026615730" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Yes, that's pink highlighter all over his arms and face. Note to fellow parents: Pink highlighter does not come off with soap and water. It just fades over time. Hey, I was happy it was only on his skin, not his clothes or the walls!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He also spent the night at Grandma Jenni's and Grandpa Cameron's one night and woke up the next morning to help himself to banana bread and Grandpa Cameron's iPod Touch. Who knows how long he was awake before anyone heard him!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">At home one morning he flooded the bathroom because he was "taking a bath" fully clothed in the sink with hand soap. Twice.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But the scariest one of all was when he woke me up one morning and I went straight to the bathroom. While in said bathroom, I heard the front door open. I threw some clothes on, ran downstairs and found the front door slightly open, and Tyson gone. After gathering neighbors to search, calling the police, praying a bazillion times, and searching the neighborhood for what seemed like hours (it was probably only 20 minutes, worst 20 minutes of my life), a neighbor (whom I'd never met before) brought him home. Apparently he was looking for the "pink ds" (Which his cousin Whitney owns, she lives in Denver), and the nice neighbor found him wandering around, asked him where he lived and brought him straight home. SO glad he knew how to tell the neighbor where he lived, and even more glad this neighbor was not a creeper! Scott promptly installed one of those hotel lock things on the door so he can't sneak out as easily. Although I wouldn't put it past him to double stack chairs just to get that unlocked.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It also took 3 tries, but Tyson is finally potty trained! What finally did the trick, you ask? The promise of Spiderman underwear. Who knew?! So, I don't have to buy or change diapers for exactly 2 months, then it's back to it with Cooper!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Funny things Tyson has been saying or talking about lately:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-He's convinced he has a girl baby in his tummy. Her name is Jason. (He love's his uncle Jason, but he doesn't really have the concept of gender down yet).</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-He's been saying prayers by himself for a few months now. He always blesses his video games or movies. We know what's important to him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-He's very excited for his brother Cooper to come. I think he's going to be VERY disappointed when he see's that Cooper can't play with him quite yet.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-During dinner prayer the other night (which he was saying, like always), the timer for the rolls went off and he stopped the prayer, made some sniffing noises and said "I smell something!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-That same night he stuck his face on my bottom and said 'It's stinky!' to the whole room. Yes, he's been very obsessed with smells lately. And in my defense, I did shower that day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-Speaking of prayers, another night Kirsten was frying up the dinner but we (Tyson) were saying dinner prayer. She stopped folding her arms to flip what she was frying, and Tyson stopped the prayer, looked over at her and whispered, "Ki-Ki, we're having prayer! Ki-Ki!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-His favorite shows are Word World, Blue's Clues, and Spiderman</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-He's very attached to his daddy. And if we're with Grandpa Cameron, he's very attached to him. That night I said he stayed the night at my parents' house, when Scott and I went to pick him up, he ran right passed me SO excited to see his daddy. He did not even glance at me. Broke my heart. But, he still loves me, I'm sure of it!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">-He still LOVES to dance. His favorites right now are Justin Bieber's "Baby", and of course Imagination Mover's music.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are a hundred other adorable things he does and says. He cracks me up every day, which makes up for all the mischief he's causing. He's a busy kid!</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">That's mostly what we've been up to the last little while. I'm keeping Scott's graduation for a separate post, the guy deserves it!</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-88966817204582640812011-04-11T20:07:00.000-07:002011-04-11T22:24:09.684-07:00The Last 10 Months (or so...)<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah, it's been almost a year since my last post. You would think stay at home mommy-hood would have me posting daily, but it doesn't. It seems I was almost better at posting when I worked! Just wanted to update on what we've been up to since my last post. A lot has changed!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />We went to Lake Powell in July...<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wXwmunDKhd4HX9y8cl9NXSKj-8gnJiywMzzpf8gOxnfj8SiOI3Ct62xqnYe226TsN2lJVNbUKLQLs4TwsUde1R3pU1pjIIAtx9s5QRWwwHjej7wIqotbwD3PIpt-wC2UsmIWlB4Z1h78/s1600/100_0388.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wXwmunDKhd4HX9y8cl9NXSKj-8gnJiywMzzpf8gOxnfj8SiOI3Ct62xqnYe226TsN2lJVNbUKLQLs4TwsUde1R3pU1pjIIAtx9s5QRWwwHjej7wIqotbwD3PIpt-wC2UsmIWlB4Z1h78/s320/100_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594531032280896530" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr6rh2uZkasBIeKlRlXVFFB7KW8RgqB7cMft0DI6OPyUJkJErhrkT8fcLvd5PKpHviS241aDThJFeampe1pl966YZsG4UR0iQAKImoR1IGDDjmiLXYdlcV2duXkVFdHsltbjoZrwyJIau/s1600/100_0366.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr6rh2uZkasBIeKlRlXVFFB7KW8RgqB7cMft0DI6OPyUJkJErhrkT8fcLvd5PKpHviS241aDThJFeampe1pl966YZsG4UR0iQAKImoR1IGDDjmiLXYdlcV2duXkVFdHsltbjoZrwyJIau/s320/100_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594531027555272754" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Tyson thought he needed to be on his camp chair on the sofa. Funny kid.<br />It was a great week, we had a blast in the new house boat and with the family!<br /><br />Tyson started sleeping in a big boy bed in September!<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUkgmPXR1THyeUmNHlTg1n_ttEmxcQiRYV6sFDa4vWj-2rxsOhxJs1aXsrg0oX9zeKgkRvIpuzQeKXZMwSsT33NVDZSF3bkelCc8rLRSOff1pjupUh4Mj90jh0ikiJLAHhrym9daUbU_x/s1600/100_0389.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUkgmPXR1THyeUmNHlTg1n_ttEmxcQiRYV6sFDa4vWj-2rxsOhxJs1aXsrg0oX9zeKgkRvIpuzQeKXZMwSsT33NVDZSF3bkelCc8rLRSOff1pjupUh4Mj90jh0ikiJLAHhrym9daUbU_x/s320/100_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594531997306220002" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We took an awesome family vacation to Carlsbad in October. We visited the San Diego zoo, Wild Animal Park, Seaworld, and lots of family. Tyson's favorite part was Shamu, he LOVED that whale! We had so much fun, we may have to make it a yearly tradition. It was SO relaxing and great to spend some time together without worrying about work.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBE4B9RhpokyQInKzLssddKFT6dbuznm9LMeDIa58idbiXCrTTBGTgBFHeh5LCqP84urU7Y6QrTba2pWK18fgbdBINECyp2kLi2AWL_WyFxotAALHImGl8p11WKhgPjP7svbtlLJdam-5n/s1600/100_0392.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBE4B9RhpokyQInKzLssddKFT6dbuznm9LMeDIa58idbiXCrTTBGTgBFHeh5LCqP84urU7Y6QrTba2pWK18fgbdBINECyp2kLi2AWL_WyFxotAALHImGl8p11WKhgPjP7svbtlLJdam-5n/s320/100_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533237484242098" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dZLcQicL_qQdi81QgROwbltwBbCHHzgphtt5w0gL8S7kNDMGxnpzOty3ermW_7tfp0sCmFCBFEQNcwUQx8RurOuj4StEoytIRiHfxNmnL7zOZUl0bYd64bfysSPo9sQL5c27Xj9ovuQ8/s1600/100_0410.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dZLcQicL_qQdi81QgROwbltwBbCHHzgphtt5w0gL8S7kNDMGxnpzOty3ermW_7tfp0sCmFCBFEQNcwUQx8RurOuj4StEoytIRiHfxNmnL7zOZUl0bYd64bfysSPo9sQL5c27Xj9ovuQ8/s320/100_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533243974851138" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeqJZ15qy9D_OmcCHvbA4jfLrpb4TCQ9ATcPl404c34KfPimUGWQXXCifFhuywp1F29iyG-qCT7FGMsti8Z26d2HzsbyI0j5REHKDp_meoBYyUxAsTCO2PnO_mKrVzaIDdBnPVEzxkcIm/s1600/100_0418.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeqJZ15qy9D_OmcCHvbA4jfLrpb4TCQ9ATcPl404c34KfPimUGWQXXCifFhuywp1F29iyG-qCT7FGMsti8Z26d2HzsbyI0j5REHKDp_meoBYyUxAsTCO2PnO_mKrVzaIDdBnPVEzxkcIm/s320/100_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533254509938946" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPvO-qx-i2nwGvKYUTY-gJZqGYlIfI67t8k-86aByCizNIWKcfJZVPSH2V_jE1DIuYeT2u7pAc3mTivE3LO2Dcrxn-nwcdW5n1fgZ1ELpwFfyqh0KDEEiZG11BzvpLsqCTtRUsilXfZGx/s1600/100_0465.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPvO-qx-i2nwGvKYUTY-gJZqGYlIfI67t8k-86aByCizNIWKcfJZVPSH2V_jE1DIuYeT2u7pAc3mTivE3LO2Dcrxn-nwcdW5n1fgZ1ELpwFfyqh0KDEEiZG11BzvpLsqCTtRUsilXfZGx/s320/100_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533259398924082" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbi__T2E-DRrzZDyx5Y6LdPA0fFd0643bAmNvHnNwAzvUT8YH5-clNSX9JGX4o1FweyvT2SSttQ-vNQ6CTK8ry3Wzc3lq_2JkLA25EunpeBaVWfGFW3qX2z74hVZK1_ZQzcGzl1eDtmSy/s1600/100_0469.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbi__T2E-DRrzZDyx5Y6LdPA0fFd0643bAmNvHnNwAzvUT8YH5-clNSX9JGX4o1FweyvT2SSttQ-vNQ6CTK8ry3Wzc3lq_2JkLA25EunpeBaVWfGFW3qX2z74hVZK1_ZQzcGzl1eDtmSy/s320/100_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533260963452162" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And of course, Halloween. Tyson was a cowboy!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuwgoFqLQYnP1r8f3EWHP9uPGr6hFxbcG0U8U4xbbybYixLmGrAVNksnYemjigQe2EzQJuyMWD4gRJ0OHJKHM6hR2V8xeqmL4AT6tOSDg9Uw0QK95u3aRnfbfLJv2Dfgijg5plegg__yU/s1600/100_0515.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuwgoFqLQYnP1r8f3EWHP9uPGr6hFxbcG0U8U4xbbybYixLmGrAVNksnYemjigQe2EzQJuyMWD4gRJ0OHJKHM6hR2V8xeqmL4AT6tOSDg9Uw0QK95u3aRnfbfLJv2Dfgijg5plegg__yU/s320/100_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535238532372834" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hbuilLpoFCGTraeIAeNceoTMx0S9cAS2Vztzqx9OBc4gzaqgoC1AdWCQ2TLYamaA1lNDbN0xy8kle31sqk6ZtIK31QA0NpOW6LtJ6XX67KVeE6acH0WaR9yi2TgQ76JIxflsPLULuSVI/s1600/100_0535.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hbuilLpoFCGTraeIAeNceoTMx0S9cAS2Vztzqx9OBc4gzaqgoC1AdWCQ2TLYamaA1lNDbN0xy8kle31sqk6ZtIK31QA0NpOW6LtJ6XX67KVeE6acH0WaR9yi2TgQ76JIxflsPLULuSVI/s320/100_0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535247005236306" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Christmas in December...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUXfnBv6jx5bhLLIgc6mdyGsMeq5EJeHFOQCkvhl_DZl7x1RYo3adlzxb8p9rnls3f_q6MdopNnCCiyk69bquf8nQWyT6CDaIR9gXhySN9_gpIqNXmMQTFjfkVGXIzbFqK3GAICzIXihO/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUXfnBv6jx5bhLLIgc6mdyGsMeq5EJeHFOQCkvhl_DZl7x1RYo3adlzxb8p9rnls3f_q6MdopNnCCiyk69bquf8nQWyT6CDaIR9gXhySN9_gpIqNXmMQTFjfkVGXIzbFqK3GAICzIXihO/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536470391294978" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Me looking fat, but I'm actually pregnant!)</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1xeqjMd3LcV2B0BaiDnExw7TPHzrqxxM-zyirVLJxwdp6r-XVfPzkiSmrF_gbOvdN9BLf9YyANyMGXuz99H3ZreV48R9fLMAyHWvg8NkyjuUnG7CsutI69vrcBh3sF_iycVWF67vaTZe/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1xeqjMd3LcV2B0BaiDnExw7TPHzrqxxM-zyirVLJxwdp6r-XVfPzkiSmrF_gbOvdN9BLf9YyANyMGXuz99H3ZreV48R9fLMAyHWvg8NkyjuUnG7CsutI69vrcBh3sF_iycVWF67vaTZe/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536474801758706" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I surprised Scott with a PS3.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILPih156LlK-cmta8yp9SNqFnvTxrzPaDgyi7CxfzyiaFytCuckyXJ6l_Tu5ya74BHGcJuKrpCjhZlSf-wjYwG43_5K6cmTQIl16MD_wa-atKD4y2sRHAP0J8vnqxivngt0OZSIWmKzvy/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILPih156LlK-cmta8yp9SNqFnvTxrzPaDgyi7CxfzyiaFytCuckyXJ6l_Tu5ya74BHGcJuKrpCjhZlSf-wjYwG43_5K6cmTQIl16MD_wa-atKD4y2sRHAP0J8vnqxivngt0OZSIWmKzvy/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536481924093890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Tyson loves to shoot guns.<br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQ9ROfdtltflyCLXRMvwSxFuChbssZjG9CKhhEZBMq9LRqjA42VBnpntGXTG8TaY2PXM92TAz2M4YSNbXZXUCKEd-H7J76otMBzcEDttpv8lWlWWVqXkNGW-MqPQ89pBStnfmM2PbfPvG/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQ9ROfdtltflyCLXRMvwSxFuChbssZjG9CKhhEZBMq9LRqjA42VBnpntGXTG8TaY2PXM92TAz2M4YSNbXZXUCKEd-H7J76otMBzcEDttpv8lWlWWVqXkNGW-MqPQ89pBStnfmM2PbfPvG/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536490230684274" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tyson's favorite and most asked for gift...Mariokart!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And the Nelson's came for a visit the end of December. Everyone made it but Ben, Sarah and baby Ryan who was only a few weeks old at the time. Ryan was my very first niece/nephew, and we were SO excited! We had a great time with everyone else. Maybe we can make that a tradition as well!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ja_H_kQo81zB4wpPXombEE6SuxIOfhP_UGvqYU9m4y2HjL1_fLqVT3htXcZd_SL3m-PF3w4PBlXSjDU_qN6VS9xwOTDXDLJVbbM_uLJbGq4NuJmFGM0eUtpsjqfs_-m_FKk3pJAZM8OB/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ja_H_kQo81zB4wpPXombEE6SuxIOfhP_UGvqYU9m4y2HjL1_fLqVT3htXcZd_SL3m-PF3w4PBlXSjDU_qN6VS9xwOTDXDLJVbbM_uLJbGq4NuJmFGM0eUtpsjqfs_-m_FKk3pJAZM8OB/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594537618762017746" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aaron and Tyson hanging out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tyson and I headed out to Denver to babysit Matt and Mindy's kids in January while they were in Hong Kong. We were there from January 10-28. We both missed Scott like crazy, but we had such a great time.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Hj72QMAQKnpwleSLsz17mCXy4RAkqkK5mLgYeoHsadFcFjmrn3HI4z_EIuHggy-qayViXM0hsnocx6B_eCkC9Z04q2cG8sT0VQYFdE0zEbKufnFkziPdA_1uXbyZm1jM9iHgW8NXZSRl/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Hj72QMAQKnpwleSLsz17mCXy4RAkqkK5mLgYeoHsadFcFjmrn3HI4z_EIuHggy-qayViXM0hsnocx6B_eCkC9Z04q2cG8sT0VQYFdE0zEbKufnFkziPdA_1uXbyZm1jM9iHgW8NXZSRl/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594539323338997618" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcbegko2Vl3mr4Fd134GQkKeT2Sa3-BLK6-nNucgfmvIZJrSZOZgPN60RQnrMt1nKjrq4b2rMhYxs1WVkS06qRAIcroNxAvmgQilp7rus1DLWz2Pq2y8E-69GkekJVekOL9X1xvfOzj19/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcbegko2Vl3mr4Fd134GQkKeT2Sa3-BLK6-nNucgfmvIZJrSZOZgPN60RQnrMt1nKjrq4b2rMhYxs1WVkS06qRAIcroNxAvmgQilp7rus1DLWz2Pq2y8E-69GkekJVekOL9X1xvfOzj19/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594539348428396242" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Playing in the snow. He LOVED it!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51l3itamO8RoNnH_hZ2DiRvW2U-0BNZrA_wHI_Y9GCZaA-Evk9ENf1Jp_7oMfGGdDI5Zn7l5fiWtnRDvih1F586Y2Iq5AT3AeaZBbOgYBHL67sUcTDiM8vnlai0YR9iHJpCRI9jlJ3igA/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51l3itamO8RoNnH_hZ2DiRvW2U-0BNZrA_wHI_Y9GCZaA-Evk9ENf1Jp_7oMfGGdDI5Zn7l5fiWtnRDvih1F586Y2Iq5AT3AeaZBbOgYBHL67sUcTDiM8vnlai0YR9iHJpCRI9jlJ3igA/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594539352747570050" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CwPWXK9zxZfP9ViIu1qmRq-3KQF0ev_6cRiGDFeE7oSK-vNn1D1cy3Y-ZcEo0uTIE0jsdTXBOfUQm2diva5qfHfd02Q-TvuejnWhwhlPBlM3qVo9qPbQ9mUGA2zSpsPSRZAsf3qAKCwY/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CwPWXK9zxZfP9ViIu1qmRq-3KQF0ev_6cRiGDFeE7oSK-vNn1D1cy3Y-ZcEo0uTIE0jsdTXBOfUQm2diva5qfHfd02Q-TvuejnWhwhlPBlM3qVo9qPbQ9mUGA2zSpsPSRZAsf3qAKCwY/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594539365651563362" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The few times Tyson and Tessa weren't driving each other crazy! Tyson even left with a little scar on his belly from a bite Tessa gave him. Tyson got her back by biting her nose a few days later. Despite all the fighting, they sure did love each other. Tyson really misses the girls!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiC90soh7_GhTvFoxKUyf-N8i8XsPlxvnSXFMb2EDP0Dk7U6Qfq10Rpljly2gVMezDgGhXPzsNV7m60xmC1NVZQrl5BOTCTDbtaZVDpE1-0tn6o3RXt0kzAPUJJ8riin68aVJfTJZFNL7n/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiC90soh7_GhTvFoxKUyf-N8i8XsPlxvnSXFMb2EDP0Dk7U6Qfq10Rpljly2gVMezDgGhXPzsNV7m60xmC1NVZQrl5BOTCTDbtaZVDpE1-0tn6o3RXt0kzAPUJJ8riin68aVJfTJZFNL7n/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594539356908746034" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tyson and Whitney watching a movie together one night. SO cute!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Okay, I'm going to make this 2 posts because I still have a lot more pictures to post! So, that's the update through January. We sure did have a great 2010! I didn't mention that we got pregnant w/baby Cooper (although we didn't know it was a Cooper until February) due June 11, 2011, I became a stay at home mom in October, and Scott got a job as a police officer in October and started the Academy for that in November (but more on that later).</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-46202933817862351822010-06-22T19:04:00.000-07:002010-06-22T22:14:19.974-07:00My Good Outweighs My Bad<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">It's been a LONG day, a day full of yelling at the dog who's barking at the cat and biting at the baby (yes, he's 2, but he's still 'the baby'), and yelling at the cat for whining because the dog won't stop barking at him or biting at him or bugging him all together, and yelling at the baby because he's mad that I took away the DS, or won't let him watch Flushed Away (for the 4th time today), or hitting the dog (for the seven hundredth time today)-with a hanger, a paint stick, a (wet) paint brush, a movie, a toy, a bat, a wii remote, a you get the point. It's also been a day of about 15 work calls in between everything, touching up the paint, more work, cleaning (not that you can tell by the pictures I'm going to post), unpacking</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> changing diapers, feeding the 3 kids (S hates when I include the dog and cat as one of the kids, but what do you expect, I do all the same things for them as I do for the human child; feeding, cleaning, chasing, crying over, etc.) doing laundry, folding laundry, hanging laundry, putting laundry away and so on.</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"> Don't get me wrong, I've found 'me time' somewhere in this 14 hour day where I've checked my facebook, </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">paid my mortgage (first time!), played with my bank account trying to figure out how we can afford a new bed (S says he's sick of sleeping so close to me, which, surprisingly, doesn't hurt my feelings, probably because I feel the same way),<span style="font-family:verdana;"> read way too many blogs (design blogs, craft blogs, crazy mom blogs, etc.), made cookies (which ruined my diet, but I feel justified because I halved the recipe, although it was because I didn't have enough oatmeal for the full recipe) and took an hour nap.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"> Anyway, by the afternoon, after I'd read about 25 pages of FML through out the day, I was feeling pretty crappy (not solely because of FML, but the dog and the baby and the cat and the house were making me crazy!), so I deleted the FML app from my phone, read my scriptures for the day, and decided to think positively. I've been trying to think of all the things I have to be grateful for, which is an incredible amount of things, and I feel better. Still slightly crazy; in between 'counting my blessings', I still had to yell at the dog, shut off the DS, listen to the baby scream because the DS was shut off, finish touching up the paint, etc. And to make matters worse, I just about finished the blog and deleted a TON of stuff on accident, so here goes a second round. Anyway, It's been so long since I last blogged, so I thought I'd share my grateful list, mainly because it shows a lot of what's been going on over at the N house. So here it goes (in no particular order):</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Baby</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqp0ZJ_bus4HYaU4hyXSKr7Db1MC0h7p-mtgVZiZc99gpJIwy6xSsc383qbtnmnJ2ECwEqpOLn9krO35tyDgT6aPSIk99wMGnFfaANqhU-pdi6JL8DLu5H0gLaUpjZ-9IH7xnD55_s6L68/s1600/COpy1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqp0ZJ_bus4HYaU4hyXSKr7Db1MC0h7p-mtgVZiZc99gpJIwy6xSsc383qbtnmnJ2ECwEqpOLn9krO35tyDgT6aPSIk99wMGnFfaANqhU-pdi6JL8DLu5H0gLaUpjZ-9IH7xnD55_s6L68/s320/COpy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485814945326107218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, he's climbed up onto the counter (notice the chair pushed against the sink used as a stool), and when he realized he got caught, he starting doing a little dance for me up there. This is mid dance move. He's hilarious! Yes, he did step on the dogs head almost crushing her skull multiple times today (despite being told 'no' multiples times as well), but when I put him in time-out for it, he looked at me with the cheesiest grin (which S says is the same one I make when I'm 'in trouble'). How can you resist that cuteness? Hard to stay mad! </span><span style="font-size:100%;">At least the cat is happy that he's getting a break from Tyson torture time!<br /><br />Well, we finally bought a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >house</span>! I know, we've been talking about it for ever, but we finally did it and we moved in about 2 weeks ago. We're totally loving it, and SO grateful. It's the perfect house for us. It was in great shape when we moved in except for the walls. They needed paint REALLY badly. So here's the before and after photo's of the front door entry area:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67uL4j17EwrGjunV4Ayg4pWOugWRWObuK-OXnBhNXs8nCRb1X0yFHL2JR6En4bi0LzCDMlMU3SW7KvQnOdKdhS1-Mi6Xgdrrj4l3sj-Zbm19QwT9YwiqZ3aW_5Mt9DDkCeIsCQkVAp1tr/s1600/Copy7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67uL4j17EwrGjunV4Ayg4pWOugWRWObuK-OXnBhNXs8nCRb1X0yFHL2JR6En4bi0LzCDMlMU3SW7KvQnOdKdhS1-Mi6Xgdrrj4l3sj-Zbm19QwT9YwiqZ3aW_5Mt9DDkCeIsCQkVAp1tr/s320/Copy7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485817351317461346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYt1J4S4RoZiMBPcw_rHqFNdttY3POcE91WdEyg8SCMqVtQVh1ppf86_tW7K5ABVwfhiOTT4ZMfq5InP_wUh0Aa2WdTSB7mW_QLtI6VoXy40cDL2vNTgoZCkC-PMHAk2W0mkhe5KVFafVE/s1600/Copy2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYt1J4S4RoZiMBPcw_rHqFNdttY3POcE91WdEyg8SCMqVtQVh1ppf86_tW7K5ABVwfhiOTT4ZMfq5InP_wUh0Aa2WdTSB7mW_QLtI6VoXy40cDL2vNTgoZCkC-PMHAk2W0mkhe5KVFafVE/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485817341718910690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Okay, so it's not the same angle, but hey, it's close. I guess I could have moved that large bag of trash in the middle of the photo, huh. That bench is going upstairs because there isn't quite enough space for it (where it would have gone perfectly had there been enough space). That green viney looking thing behind the glass banister (yes, the builder put glass in the stairway. Most stupid thing EVER! Really, what were they thinking? Now I get to windex it daily from finger prints and dog slobber, not to mention how ugly it is). Anyway, the green viney thing is just a sheet covering up the mini crib that we are storing upstairs. Why it's parked right there in the middle of the walkway going up the stairs, I'm not sure. S only made it halfway up the stairs, and for an unknown reason, he did not take it to it's proper resting place. And I'm not strong enough to carry it the rest of the way. Anyway, It's wrapped in the sheet because we are not planning on using it anytime soon (No, I'm NOT pregnant, and I know you're thinking 'what kind of mormon mom has a 2 year old, but doesn't have another, or another one on the way, and is (gasp) still using birth control? Well, that kind of mormon mom is me!) Okay, so back to the house. It took us 3 weeks, yes 21 days, (today being the 21st) to finish painting the downstairs (well, the great room and kitchen). Why, you ask, did it take so long? Well, apparently cleaning all the walls, painting the whole ceiling, and painting all the walls and all the trim takes a very long time. And, it's a pain in the...We painted the walls a light blue, which we thought would be much more gray, but we're still very happy with the way it turned out. We also painted the ceiling a brighter white (which really brightens up the room), and the baseboards a brighter white as well. I'm sure nobody will ever be able to see the difference (aside from the blue, I mean), but it's us that we're worried about here, not everyone else. We're moving on to painting the upstairs next. We have all the supplies, just need to find the time.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Kitchen</span></span><br />Oh, how I love my new kitchen! It's large and I love the layout. Here's some before and after photos:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWUPPKVI2nKHKmdFI0v5gYIvXE4PL65sKv8sguGEAkcFVlT_5bjE4atuxjDB5Qqf8mleiR_odmnq6aOnnLLKIlhH-80h5TXOXPlqXr79PqlYLyPTZijbvgBBQZw44SFVHcoxA8ItrPISK/s1600/Copy2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWUPPKVI2nKHKmdFI0v5gYIvXE4PL65sKv8sguGEAkcFVlT_5bjE4atuxjDB5Qqf8mleiR_odmnq6aOnnLLKIlhH-80h5TXOXPlqXr79PqlYLyPTZijbvgBBQZw44SFVHcoxA8ItrPISK/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485821329838166002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY95pAD74kmqYF_rNxUV2Hsk5MHSnG6B3WEUHkdRBjH7RC52kUmcX0d2asl1x6B2qi4vKNxM-FDKr51yustuSykJM0OCihDDS3Dm2BOFDLXsvkem6A0u5rcAAhrVHr2Ctq9F8JDKqYFw5U/s1600/100_0358.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY95pAD74kmqYF_rNxUV2Hsk5MHSnG6B3WEUHkdRBjH7RC52kUmcX0d2asl1x6B2qi4vKNxM-FDKr51yustuSykJM0OCihDDS3Dm2BOFDLXsvkem6A0u5rcAAhrVHr2Ctq9F8JDKqYFw5U/s320/100_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485821342543238738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">I bet the only difference you can see is all the crap on the counters in the after photo. The walls are now blue though. I know, our appliances aren't matching. The house had black appliances already in place except for the fridge (apparently I'm the only person in the world that likes white better than black), and we were given the white fridge by a dear friend. So, no matching appliances for us. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Anyway, love love love it. I've been doing a lot of cooking in it, and I'm thoroughly enjoying it!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Husband</span><br />So, when we moved into the house, the garbage disposal was broken. He fixed it, which saved us at least $100. The AC broke (okay, it didn't break, let me explain), and he figured out what was wrong. It had something to do with the breaker, I really don't know for sure what. But, with out him, I would have had to hire someone to flip a switch. He's also put a ton of work into making our house beautiful. He works so hard for our family, and he's an incredible dad and husband. Also, he's the hottest guy I know (I know what you're thinking, he's the hottest guy you know too ;) Plus, he gave me this (which is next on my list):</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Dane</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZrhuonboSx6OxxCzyD1rQzPD5namodeZ5IwjKPcqrNurCUTFR4kJyg4NGQa8goYNte8__yF-RM6HETIYdpXgcSCV3vn21ixaQMsmsDoH1Jpcf3AQ4_JKgwGkviAFRjkGc0CojiC93oGp/s1600/Copy1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZrhuonboSx6OxxCzyD1rQzPD5namodeZ5IwjKPcqrNurCUTFR4kJyg4NGQa8goYNte8__yF-RM6HETIYdpXgcSCV3vn21ixaQMsmsDoH1Jpcf3AQ4_JKgwGkviAFRjkGc0CojiC93oGp/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485824553204811634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Okay, so I have many reasons to post about her. First off, S absolutely did not want a large dog. But, because he loves me so much, and he knew how happy it would make me, he let me have Scout. Okay, some may not see her as a blessing, but let me tell you a story. A week after we got her, she got terribly ill. She had Parvovirus (aka Parvo). Dogs will die from Parvo without treatment, and a lot of times they'll die with treatment. We had to give her medicine hourly, give her fluids (yes, through a needle), and try to get her to eat. Although the treatment cost us a small fortune, we were SO thankful when only 3 days later she had improved enough to start eating again (She went 4 full days without eating a thing, except for the two syringes I force fed her full of disgusting egg, cottage cheese, watery mush). Her recovery time was very quick, and we were so thankful that she did recover (a large percentage of dogs die even with the best treatment). She is also the best puppy I've ever met. She potty trained very easily, she listens fairly well, and she LOVES Tyson, and S and I. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">And we love her too!</span><br /><br />Those are the big blessings, now here are a few other things:<br />My <span style="font-weight: bold;">iPhone</span>. Seriously. I. Love. It!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brushing my teeth</span> right after I put Tyson to bed because it actually stops me from snacking while I wait for Scott to get home. I also love the quiet alone time I get for that little bit, but I do miss S!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My family</span>. Okay, they are a 'big one' too. They're seriously great, and I couldn't have a better family! (This includes in-laws and extended family)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hot Dogs</span>. And the fact that they're Tyson's favorite food. They are the easiest thing I can make for him, and he actually eats them!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Costco</span>. Addicted lately!<br />The fact that S actually likes me to get <span style="font-weight: bold;">my nails done</span>. Well, he's fine if I don't, but he likes the way they look, so he doesn't mind me spending the money on it. Awesome, right?! It's a great break from life, too!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lake Powell</span>. I can't wait to get away for a full week with family and no phones! I know I said I love my iPhone, and I do, but I will enjoy the break!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Cat</span>. I didn't want him to feel left out. He gets jealous very easily.<br /><br />Anyway, tomorrow brings a new day. It will be a great day, and I'll still have lots of things to be grateful for. I truly feel blessed, and I'm incredibly happy with my life. I feel like one of the lucky ones. <br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-3465362685024804432009-11-02T16:18:00.000-08:002009-11-02T16:45:16.287-08:00Happy Halloween!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgz_uPJ3bbfQwYLdgvWoFKpf-1BsPUig0Las6IavtrhvcL7ocFHIF7UWhQF4Nrf4cLqDgSwTrVwWgTpEDJTI_7PDSFPZ4EUiUErmIRbjXxGhGhnBsUgcOsrduj6L0kIYfoI-nNgmxSYa4/s1600-h/ScottBri.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671206576853362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgz_uPJ3bbfQwYLdgvWoFKpf-1BsPUig0Las6IavtrhvcL7ocFHIF7UWhQF4Nrf4cLqDgSwTrVwWgTpEDJTI_7PDSFPZ4EUiUErmIRbjXxGhGhnBsUgcOsrduj6L0kIYfoI-nNgmxSYa4/s320/ScottBri.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> Scott and I Halloween night.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XEOjx1AXdAAHcaGuty1C7WUCXlQ9Uc7gZZbAgx__RazqqVlF1mFFSRrW04UmCamnWOxSTw5cYyiaGlXNrVpOeBu3MuH1EO7nh9Oqv8aGYFWy3KZuBE3TY4FoTFM2glf7VNUwCKarVJ4e/s1600-h/Tyson4.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671197750300018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XEOjx1AXdAAHcaGuty1C7WUCXlQ9Uc7gZZbAgx__RazqqVlF1mFFSRrW04UmCamnWOxSTw5cYyiaGlXNrVpOeBu3MuH1EO7nh9Oqv8aGYFWy3KZuBE3TY4FoTFM2glf7VNUwCKarVJ4e/s320/Tyson4.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> Tyson taking off to Trick or Treat by himself. We had already gone up and down two streets, but he wasn't done yet!<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BjGttQT_BzA02OKgdNWUUelpWByQoqDH1cc-NIZevf-8-cud1S6dWFrgg3ERslRr8qpAm1mjWGQaolQBeIdDfBBOFYDXz6ZG1t5VGfB3F0ySFm3Gakf9v-G088nVs0QyNKbGBfyWsCmM/s1600-h/Tyson8.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671192301089602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BjGttQT_BzA02OKgdNWUUelpWByQoqDH1cc-NIZevf-8-cud1S6dWFrgg3ERslRr8qpAm1mjWGQaolQBeIdDfBBOFYDXz6ZG1t5VGfB3F0ySFm3Gakf9v-G088nVs0QyNKbGBfyWsCmM/s320/Tyson8.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> Grandpa taking Tyson around again.<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYlEMyhQKj_3pDwb5rtUseSw5R-BuUs1u9HuVkCCJWmvL7bHB7gzHEWWVUYt2RrYLLxhoMuXAEPKF9HlD6Z9z4IYzlgEdMRMc-TcPjVgiHEIem77RTg_V8SewriDsJsIS-4UmA0GdOHWg/s1600-h/TysandGpa.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670663278475714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYlEMyhQKj_3pDwb5rtUseSw5R-BuUs1u9HuVkCCJWmvL7bHB7gzHEWWVUYt2RrYLLxhoMuXAEPKF9HlD6Z9z4IYzlgEdMRMc-TcPjVgiHEIem77RTg_V8SewriDsJsIS-4UmA0GdOHWg/s320/TysandGpa.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />Grandpa and Tyson dressed up.<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjwfRz_UUVux8PEaBEmmpBOoEmiooU2LC5K41PiJuF9U-pz5rh0YVA2-_Hz4vpxyx_d9gufw7J5cY1XeYqpcL0KFqtYu1pLVZnpbmWK7XMXBAQkPaREpoVkHuSO-GPzKtzjefcrmC6VWo/s1600-h/Tyson9.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670651654699026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjwfRz_UUVux8PEaBEmmpBOoEmiooU2LC5K41PiJuF9U-pz5rh0YVA2-_Hz4vpxyx_d9gufw7J5cY1XeYqpcL0KFqtYu1pLVZnpbmWK7XMXBAQkPaREpoVkHuSO-GPzKtzjefcrmC6VWo/s320/Tyson9.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />Yes, his face is dirty. Scott let Tyson get into the candy BEFORE pictures because he was grumpy.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2BU_in7pqxESeYtiWtcGv_37JphPkGl-pzqCoY-waGaNfIBGdolXtqxdzI2XYsT1Ddz1ARcT-z7wGDCIn1mxHDlw_5JxRN2pxyhLGqxXnvyjta-y6QGeCQxDD5MKEQMkmp0Nc4XcWm89/s1600-h/Tyson6.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670648468883410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2BU_in7pqxESeYtiWtcGv_37JphPkGl-pzqCoY-waGaNfIBGdolXtqxdzI2XYsT1Ddz1ARcT-z7wGDCIn1mxHDlw_5JxRN2pxyhLGqxXnvyjta-y6QGeCQxDD5MKEQMkmp0Nc4XcWm89/s320/Tyson6.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />"I'm a big boy!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0h-vJi8E5A_uQB8lBz2-t7ddh_8PqQ16BB6kweNA38LZ5_IYnzjOLv_DkRSxFseWCCk3XaJ4z082KK0Z9HPDHbos20aAKO0J_p2umNQq-LbbRYT5nsRsaSlzGBqOK8IeaIqutAyJaIOA4/s1600-h/Tyson3.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670641139879442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0h-vJi8E5A_uQB8lBz2-t7ddh_8PqQ16BB6kweNA38LZ5_IYnzjOLv_DkRSxFseWCCk3XaJ4z082KK0Z9HPDHbos20aAKO0J_p2umNQq-LbbRYT5nsRsaSlzGBqOK8IeaIqutAyJaIOA4/s320/Tyson3.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> Cutest pirate ever!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnNNiSkTyvOa363HczbYAp85ujAmumvSQOg9Gvmx79Fv3mrb0sZJTGwNuGSzSVnhUTLNDjO4LzvfpB4euy5b7V2iNxde20T9cqLL8qj4sjIA1hUjmMcbDnFysgWPyFcT22ui1waLOn_aR/s1600-h/Tyson2.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670637058977138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnNNiSkTyvOa363HczbYAp85ujAmumvSQOg9Gvmx79Fv3mrb0sZJTGwNuGSzSVnhUTLNDjO4LzvfpB4euy5b7V2iNxde20T9cqLL8qj4sjIA1hUjmMcbDnFysgWPyFcT22ui1waLOn_aR/s320/Tyson2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />He left that earring in the whole night! What a good boy!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-83658719304916076302009-09-24T08:52:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:06:15.211-07:00Photo Shoot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB7ry9HZ3BMwPPuTufRXyxDC29lkNcOgTlsdLHVGEGMJI7B8Q7hCJXMfeG08RCo9xleRu0Hgj4qGLSuLqrus-L19ROyrGFnieatf0HXK-RFZqMT9Wj54lEvX0RACFslrTlLA8Jltd1QOs/s1600-h/IMG_3559.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065248342317298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB7ry9HZ3BMwPPuTufRXyxDC29lkNcOgTlsdLHVGEGMJI7B8Q7hCJXMfeG08RCo9xleRu0Hgj4qGLSuLqrus-L19ROyrGFnieatf0HXK-RFZqMT9Wj54lEvX0RACFslrTlLA8Jltd1QOs/s320/IMG_3559.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6FZeiFtqgJ-JHzulg8lqhisMdxgIT7AAe09KnzHiZY-gkoOsMN0TyyLDHpsJVTZl-2cQi4mdXfhIaCaMTGJGtXm8jdmJmzPL-ATagiMOUIe1sGSFZQ50cx959QsVk1ts4EwZcqaBxn6r/s1600-h/IMG_3437.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065233068032978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6FZeiFtqgJ-JHzulg8lqhisMdxgIT7AAe09KnzHiZY-gkoOsMN0TyyLDHpsJVTZl-2cQi4mdXfhIaCaMTGJGtXm8jdmJmzPL-ATagiMOUIe1sGSFZQ50cx959QsVk1ts4EwZcqaBxn6r/s320/IMG_3437.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7cJ-HAWQgctwSteP1Fc8KDPl6aNrMghcLNWstMxdwJ-CIA6Dn4QzzgJC0CDLpztW8Ix5HHiE_sW2iuFXn8CGjpCEUqS3zwwoQAUzLLvzJUEJQl5o3-PXY2aUUIlj2FiNoK-cm6MoIxhj/s1600-h/IMG_3487.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064511426703890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7cJ-HAWQgctwSteP1Fc8KDPl6aNrMghcLNWstMxdwJ-CIA6Dn4QzzgJC0CDLpztW8Ix5HHiE_sW2iuFXn8CGjpCEUqS3zwwoQAUzLLvzJUEJQl5o3-PXY2aUUIlj2FiNoK-cm6MoIxhj/s320/IMG_3487.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_-PCSi2cuxQCEmaGBjfCiqbVG8q76pGfaP97T0OSxif7wlZ5AN46t-j68pwMHrDdbF_aNxd2yTHBefbfo5p3QtMxhXi4zNs6Plg5axMLCi7PqtSwNJUAPBvk5qXoQhuYwpMOYPGTcLm8/s1600-h/IMG_3429.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064504702243122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_-PCSi2cuxQCEmaGBjfCiqbVG8q76pGfaP97T0OSxif7wlZ5AN46t-j68pwMHrDdbF_aNxd2yTHBefbfo5p3QtMxhXi4zNs6Plg5axMLCi7PqtSwNJUAPBvk5qXoQhuYwpMOYPGTcLm8/s320/IMG_3429.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WmRXpythnYqercbX1Ksys6LfpY7kWuWLsGsyFIZUQ2kHmt4Ofsm-rvY02cwnr6EHqWHoJEpuH5N5H4Rgd3Xy6znaTaD5y3sGuNhIMpoNfGg5-nPRDw3fs19J7DhSumGQvkDMRgG4Prxl/s1600-h/IMG_3424.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064496265963026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WmRXpythnYqercbX1Ksys6LfpY7kWuWLsGsyFIZUQ2kHmt4Ofsm-rvY02cwnr6EHqWHoJEpuH5N5H4Rgd3Xy6znaTaD5y3sGuNhIMpoNfGg5-nPRDw3fs19J7DhSumGQvkDMRgG4Prxl/s320/IMG_3424.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIDNIs9wJStnzlsXE02frpGXaIEOLgYLjNUOX7644klWI60LMbQoSK7CaaRRwNiVv8YOSXfKkfiSubUicQmVRhCMqhVcCfIClFqy_t-UwHUrbooBr39NeLcuQlcqH88nbthBuR4MKrQox/s1600-h/IMG_3596.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064483681222530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIDNIs9wJStnzlsXE02frpGXaIEOLgYLjNUOX7644klWI60LMbQoSK7CaaRRwNiVv8YOSXfKkfiSubUicQmVRhCMqhVcCfIClFqy_t-UwHUrbooBr39NeLcuQlcqH88nbthBuR4MKrQox/s320/IMG_3596.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ50BsqQwfjp6wtRZz1xhvvm4OGTZdrYf5MFJ09cSySdHoprJ8SSo6uEm_PGQ1mc2cq9pRF9OJUAvPr8MhcisAp8pNUWn1D4buul4yVQahL61-GnXABi_3UrJSrJO2st9khevmoSQCBnGn/s1600-h/IMG_3414.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385064475659637890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ50BsqQwfjp6wtRZz1xhvvm4OGTZdrYf5MFJ09cSySdHoprJ8SSo6uEm_PGQ1mc2cq9pRF9OJUAvPr8MhcisAp8pNUWn1D4buul4yVQahL61-GnXABi_3UrJSrJO2st9khevmoSQCBnGn/s320/IMG_3414.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here are some photos from our shoot with Jennifer Hughes on 8/13/09. They turned out real cute! Tyson is a stud!</span></p>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-80927560719728958332009-07-29T10:32:00.001-07:002009-07-29T11:03:05.865-07:00And The Worst Blogger Award goes to...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I know, I know, it's been forever. I just wanted to write some quick things on what Tyson has been up to lately. I'll just make some lists to make it easy for all to see.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Things He's Doing:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-On Tyson's 1st Birthday (May 20th), he blew out his own birthday candle. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson learned how to walk backwards a few weeks ago, and he thinks he's pretty hot stuff!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson is very good at teasing. Ask him to come, and he walks backwards away from you, with a sly smile. I can't help but laugh.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-He learned how to climb the dinner table chairs and he does this for about 2 hours a day. He also climbs up on the table and walks around, much to my dismay!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson has fallen and made his mouth bleed 3 times in the last week. I should start saving for veneers. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson LOVED riding the sea-doo at Lake Powell. He even fell asleep on it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-He loves swimming. He jumps off the kiddy step in the pool for us to catch him, and he even counts '1, 2, 3' because that's what we do. You can't really understand it, but we know that's what he's doing.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-He also does not mind putting his head in the water. He thinks it's funny.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">He finds sneezing hilarious.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-He also finds burping and 'passing gas' hilarious too (thanks to his dad!). He makes pretend noises and laughs and laughs. Thanks Scott.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson has been mimicking all of our sounds lately, very cute. He's pretty good at it too!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson LOVES the cats. Indie is the only one that lets him snuggle, so he lays all over Indie and kisses him and even pulls his tail, and Indie allows it. Tyson also loves to throw balls at the cats. The cats don't really appreciate it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Starting about 3 days ago, Tyson has been sleeping in until 7am. HOORAY! He also goes to bed earlier (anywhere between 9 and 10). He used to go to bed between 10 and 11 and wake up between 5 and 6. So, I'm stoked. He's also down to 2 naps. He was doing 3 until Lake Powell messed up his schedule. I'm good with 2 though, because apparently it means he sleeps longer at night. Needless to say, I feel great in the mornings now!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson still loves music. As soon as we get him in the car, he starts dancing because he knows we play music in the car.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson also loves to sing. It is the cutest thing ever!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-His favorite show is still Imagination Movers, and whenever we say those words, he runs to the TV in preparation.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Tyson says 'hot' all the time and blows on his hot food. He even says 'hot' about the cement outside.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-He loves 'playing' the wii. He sees us swinging the wii remote around, so now he'll find anything (a tv remote, a random toy, a flashlight) and swing it around while facing the tv and he grunts and groans as he swings, like it's really tough to play wii. (Don't know where he gets that...;)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">He blows kisses when it's night time and whenever we say blow kisses. Love it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Words he's saying:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dadda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Amma (gramma)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Umu (up)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hah (hot)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ball</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Oww (out)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nanana (no)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dahg (dog)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Heather insists he says her name, I've yet to hear it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kiten (Kirsten)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kiiy (kitty)-he used to say that, he regressed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">more - on occasion</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">uh, oh, eeh (1, 2, 3)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Words he's signing:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">More </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Please (his personal favorite)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Milk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Cookie (Grandma taught him that!)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Help</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Want</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Eat</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">No </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">All done</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hi (waves)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Bye (waves-differently than 'hi' though)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-32721447401502124492009-03-11T19:56:00.000-07:002009-03-11T20:09:30.909-07:00Teeth and Ears<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tyson got his first tooth last Friday! I would post pictures, but Tyson will not allow us to get a good look at it, so there is NO way we are going to get a picture. I've only actually seen the tooth twice. He really only lets us feel it, and refuses to open his mouth in a way to let it be seen. We went to the doctor today, and she confirmed he's going to be getting two on top and the other bottom one as well very soon (very swollen gums). That's why he's been so slobbery! <br /><br />Poor Tyson has been sick since Sunday. He was fine all morning on Sunday, and it was Scott's turn to take him to Priesthood, and by the time we were out, Tyson was burning up. We thought it was because he was teething, but we weren't sure. We brought him home, took his temperature which was about 102, and gave him some tylenol. He ran a fever that whole night, so I set my alarm every 3 hours to give him tylenol (because his fever was getting up to 103.7). By the morning, he was doing much better, so we didn't call the doctor (thinking it was the flu or something). Then Monday night, he got a low fever and was a little fussy. He had a hard time sleeping, but not bad. By Tuesday morning, he was fine. So, still didn't call the doctor, thinking it was just a virus (I feel really bad about it now). Tuesday night (after the doctors office was closed), he got a low fever again, and would not sleep or drink his bottle (he usually loves his bottle), and was really fussy (for Tyson, anyway). We kept a really close eye on him that night (he slept in our bed with us), and we called the doctor as soon as their office opened this morning. They got us in right away, and it turns out he was a horrible ear infection on the right side. Poor kid! He was just such a good boy, we didn't know how bad it was. He's now on antibiotics, and he's finally snoozing (it's a miracle, after his lack of sleep the last 24 hours). He also finally took a (small) bottle this afternoon. He'll be fine in a few days, I just feel like a horrible mom for not taking him in sooner!<br /></span></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-4278935891144968802009-03-11T19:36:00.000-07:002009-03-11T19:55:01.589-07:00January Pictures<span style="font-size:130%;">Here are some pictures a lady in our ward took of Tyson back in January. They turned out super cute!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dSQBVlKjaZ1rX-dK0yaCLp26GWQWVVaaTJdNMRgaSjTgDRDT0q6Wahv0p-fIq8qGC2KV5cfkCLwPhlLBx4gxVWyKEuWGJkTowmoNSymUr6bBpJNAuWwuVYtbFXOyuMUPFaa02xliS9lV/s1600-h/tyson+n+217.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dSQBVlKjaZ1rX-dK0yaCLp26GWQWVVaaTJdNMRgaSjTgDRDT0q6Wahv0p-fIq8qGC2KV5cfkCLwPhlLBx4gxVWyKEuWGJkTowmoNSymUr6bBpJNAuWwuVYtbFXOyuMUPFaa02xliS9lV/s320/tyson+n+217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312127712184894930" border="0" /></a><br />Tyson LOVES to bang on things. He's going to play the drums someday! This is his favorite too, a pie pan! It's REALLY loud!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXsSbBYvbiSzCptgCDBMRaFUjsusEJ40tRhxwNHkLo0wWBRD8Yco3dI9bUBoMwKoCWwoFBnBUjEgN71Dc_cPG6DxaX1CR73X2jcXShd6-BjImsl5bS0BcBeJ27bVqpGLVuSpCrlIqc0g2/s1600-h/tyson+n+124.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXsSbBYvbiSzCptgCDBMRaFUjsusEJ40tRhxwNHkLo0wWBRD8Yco3dI9bUBoMwKoCWwoFBnBUjEgN71Dc_cPG6DxaX1CR73X2jcXShd6-BjImsl5bS0BcBeJ27bVqpGLVuSpCrlIqc0g2/s320/tyson+n+124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312127706450843138" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy giving Tyson kisses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JK887Kw2Uehyphenhyphen3Klv710EUAhHu9xr0-ItioBhMvzSOIYU_qk1qMgKRuPm4xOdGjUUpOPcPHVTFJoBCGWYqNZ603dcU2lTu9Y_OFY8LA6MP9OZQp5rRH5SxOIe0fEUsbjJDJPVUqgTFuun/s1600-h/tyson+n+119.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JK887Kw2Uehyphenhyphen3Klv710EUAhHu9xr0-ItioBhMvzSOIYU_qk1qMgKRuPm4xOdGjUUpOPcPHVTFJoBCGWYqNZ603dcU2lTu9Y_OFY8LA6MP9OZQp5rRH5SxOIe0fEUsbjJDJPVUqgTFuun/s320/tyson+n+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312127704062261602" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to make Tyson laugh (I think he was getting grumpy by this point in the shoot).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ewfVOlXP4AdGKDD0UWHP7VBCiKVADVCrDFVngfsABi-s-jIuu6k-zEaw1vUJy34gtFD2szG7FX4eHcE_1LgCwwToGwClDZHb3CLf_I8qkgYw5sBmcZgRYzDtQZKUIaqhskeKkdYbN45r/s1600-h/tyson+n+113.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ewfVOlXP4AdGKDD0UWHP7VBCiKVADVCrDFVngfsABi-s-jIuu6k-zEaw1vUJy34gtFD2szG7FX4eHcE_1LgCwwToGwClDZHb3CLf_I8qkgYw5sBmcZgRYzDtQZKUIaqhskeKkdYbN45r/s320/tyson+n+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312127698530442018" border="0" /></a><br />So cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzH6su2wptVmtjBamKi41c6345epUEaQUq_KmY5QpNFUJMaW3tfBmt6Nild0btl6X1xdeW7QIGojVf_XtJjNeRnMdMluZu-fD2hpWCiRRaKCoaOPN-8ssCy6u5sWnnZeALd_E_bS2BYgp/s1600-h/tyson+n+101.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzH6su2wptVmtjBamKi41c6345epUEaQUq_KmY5QpNFUJMaW3tfBmt6Nild0btl6X1xdeW7QIGojVf_XtJjNeRnMdMluZu-fD2hpWCiRRaKCoaOPN-8ssCy6u5sWnnZeALd_E_bS2BYgp/s320/tyson+n+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312126562361618290" border="0" /></a><br />Tyson and Daddy. Tys loves sitting on our shoulders.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6QA362GJKHaZCyRZnyF3tZD6WBk3GDpS2eDoNIdHl49pCDD6Tpl7nVABsw5-EhjTikYMbpTZw3A023VmM5u20zbCod68lqDjtovEUCbRXk76eECimYheT9rJ5Orzx4Fj6SpgtO7k1v4U/s1600-h/tyson+n+093.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6QA362GJKHaZCyRZnyF3tZD6WBk3GDpS2eDoNIdHl49pCDD6Tpl7nVABsw5-EhjTikYMbpTZw3A023VmM5u20zbCod68lqDjtovEUCbRXk76eECimYheT9rJ5Orzx4Fj6SpgtO7k1v4U/s320/tyson+n+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312126559322436562" border="0" /></a><br />Shoulders...again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AOLJ076mwk4eqC7sC9jYfVc3D21T6q5ktTJtZSm-eOqKSBPYzNVGH0EkCY3D_RfyndipRLJCyQiD7aSVWPHZrWOj0T5xlW4Wtlswtk6s7g7DZ5-Z0p6vr5cQ5tyNehIdLHBi7S8nGzc3/s1600-h/tyson+n+024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AOLJ076mwk4eqC7sC9jYfVc3D21T6q5ktTJtZSm-eOqKSBPYzNVGH0EkCY3D_RfyndipRLJCyQiD7aSVWPHZrWOj0T5xlW4Wtlswtk6s7g7DZ5-Z0p6vr5cQ5tyNehIdLHBi7S8nGzc3/s320/tyson+n+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312126547964321746" border="0" /></a><br />I like this one a lot!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYINhT8CgcYeBsluD1AFTgcULx3NhFmPZCaHAJyhklzW049VwyU8CMnZ7JUwyaN08PaGu5egV_fZF6hhYN2I_hEGgylyuSiGFmytqhIeTh9Cdk0369NRemscaVqBSiTwl_I25S3YEwFdKd/s1600-h/tyson+n+059.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYINhT8CgcYeBsluD1AFTgcULx3NhFmPZCaHAJyhklzW049VwyU8CMnZ7JUwyaN08PaGu5egV_fZF6hhYN2I_hEGgylyuSiGFmytqhIeTh9Cdk0369NRemscaVqBSiTwl_I25S3YEwFdKd/s320/tyson+n+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312126543892360530" border="0" /></a><br />And this too! I think it's my favorite.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurQrqong4JuMNxAddw4iM_voXUEeilh1G4IxyPODfWG4ZwekkiNSNpwk2bvkVKMYLAaY0oMReqt4SExrC2QmByMAj-pCqdxNep0DJ1oMNdg10hHspFi8NVCvGbQevFZFNHDFNlIN1CNEL/s1600-h/Starred+Photos2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurQrqong4JuMNxAddw4iM_voXUEeilh1G4IxyPODfWG4ZwekkiNSNpwk2bvkVKMYLAaY0oMReqt4SExrC2QmByMAj-pCqdxNep0DJ1oMNdg10hHspFi8NVCvGbQevFZFNHDFNlIN1CNEL/s320/Starred+Photos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312126538025946850" border="0" /></a><br />The family, Tys and Mommy's hand, and Tyson looking so fly in his fur hoodie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktYlH0NQ5muRRbx4rAfF419PG1fDMAzTYD-0cgQc0EKukV_AgiAMOAtSvPetxVp4CN_IF1OrPMpSmgSllo-Apru9Xw4I83CoK_I6ty2kuXH_V79ijt85yRjp32_wqUQjlasLryniszq9S/s1600-h/tyson+n+298.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktYlH0NQ5muRRbx4rAfF419PG1fDMAzTYD-0cgQc0EKukV_AgiAMOAtSvPetxVp4CN_IF1OrPMpSmgSllo-Apru9Xw4I83CoK_I6ty2kuXH_V79ijt85yRjp32_wqUQjlasLryniszq9S/s320/tyson+n+298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312127718927467426" border="0" /></a><br />He looks so great in this one!Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-37326102431632417342009-03-08T20:47:00.001-07:002009-03-08T21:00:36.454-07:00Swinging!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >I took Tyson to Scott's work (he works at an elementary school) for lunch on Friday. We thought we'd try swinging. It was his first time, and he LOVED it! He laughed (his scrunchy nose laugh) and put his arms up like a 'big boy'. It was a lot of fun. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0HiEq8q8d3Zy_MCBFR4lbTAsnO5nQMNqzDKpEmloCQzXc1eT6sNcju2Uf6HeUu74rs5QVq1-EKROPVo10I4EAvJpdLsLpH60P3wqZGgM7HUPH0E6A9DC3Tz6sCOukDzzqfARmaCqpgQK/s1600-h/Copy5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0HiEq8q8d3Zy_MCBFR4lbTAsnO5nQMNqzDKpEmloCQzXc1eT6sNcju2Uf6HeUu74rs5QVq1-EKROPVo10I4EAvJpdLsLpH60P3wqZGgM7HUPH0E6A9DC3Tz6sCOukDzzqfARmaCqpgQK/s320/Copy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030185362662866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZB_DXrKg7PA6vM14dmC2wk3yR3CXRKn3tHoyKj2PEJ1eRpdKm6FPLrK8CmcxfAZClS29hXkGLm3qi3IoeeXCT_b70wCK0eqp8ugayiM4-qb0KMQXS-12mBREK0ao9pubVbU32P_Y3qpHM/s1600-h/Copy4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZB_DXrKg7PA6vM14dmC2wk3yR3CXRKn3tHoyKj2PEJ1eRpdKm6FPLrK8CmcxfAZClS29hXkGLm3qi3IoeeXCT_b70wCK0eqp8ugayiM4-qb0KMQXS-12mBREK0ao9pubVbU32P_Y3qpHM/s320/Copy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030178619424866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDt1TSouxO07dDsq3inzGWtUYPZREDSaMigC3sfbUAa7zHX9ykvlAdvySabexnBm0bwKv563BgAxx_08ZABMnUXl6Vdt_NnXlFtPQnkEx9rwi5BFVmOStrY1wGHB0pPCKU0LsRXTJybrU/s1600-h/Copy3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDt1TSouxO07dDsq3inzGWtUYPZREDSaMigC3sfbUAa7zHX9ykvlAdvySabexnBm0bwKv563BgAxx_08ZABMnUXl6Vdt_NnXlFtPQnkEx9rwi5BFVmOStrY1wGHB0pPCKU0LsRXTJybrU/s320/Copy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030167178909778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx022m2iVzFE-p88tZqURf7m6J4xQ4lyV4FIZaXLrzVkPXQ6-ObypgycsHX4BwGKrH25Y0DGAV5vJxWEU_yGdipsuBX6GjVc57mhA4r95g1MgU8nuBazzY02GZWagE11OpmO7Xe2rlvSGC/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx022m2iVzFE-p88tZqURf7m6J4xQ4lyV4FIZaXLrzVkPXQ6-ObypgycsHX4BwGKrH25Y0DGAV5vJxWEU_yGdipsuBX6GjVc57mhA4r95g1MgU8nuBazzY02GZWagE11OpmO7Xe2rlvSGC/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030159207708290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_NZcA-K0mipfhEvda23lxzADRPgELkaQqacvK079Lz92pcpFPZWWDpPyuGUhuVEGLXmh4ZQe2HwJe8heqk4s2tkLMCWqan_K9O-fhJoa_ZHhiRZdD7y-u8Zic7iWCiA958J0-F-M7lEm/s1600-h/Copy1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_NZcA-K0mipfhEvda23lxzADRPgELkaQqacvK079Lz92pcpFPZWWDpPyuGUhuVEGLXmh4ZQe2HwJe8heqk4s2tkLMCWqan_K9O-fhJoa_ZHhiRZdD7y-u8Zic7iWCiA958J0-F-M7lEm/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030155899144322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He also went down the slide with daddy. He liked it, but not as much as swinging.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3GbaVi2vciKLMTPOoQtw-lElrUFDuLZ5yquum_r8oYlMd5CksBgoTwnfgDMnEGhpzfrmtJLbbArysKLzUnvpS_JNhqVnbyqWmWl3LcObzTM5IRUTc1L09Q71idpjT3npU9f-_LwXagC0/s1600-h/Copy6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3GbaVi2vciKLMTPOoQtw-lElrUFDuLZ5yquum_r8oYlMd5CksBgoTwnfgDMnEGhpzfrmtJLbbArysKLzUnvpS_JNhqVnbyqWmWl3LcObzTM5IRUTc1L09Q71idpjT3npU9f-_LwXagC0/s320/Copy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031196095776050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yesterday, Scott and I went out for a date and left Tyson with our friend's Rhiannon and Jeremy. When we got back, Rhiannon nonchalantly said "Tyson took a few steps tonight." Scott and I were like, "What??" We had some frozen yogurt (Tyson loves cold treats), so we bribed Tyson with that. He took </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">8</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> steps towards the frozen yogurt! What a big kid! I can not believe it, nor am I ready for it! He's only 9 1/2 months! Crazy kid! Sorry, no pictures yet. He's not feeling well today, so he hasn't tried at all today. Next time he does it, we'll get it on camera to show everyone</span>!</span><br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-46336131428218351712009-02-22T06:40:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:44:25.136-08:00In the Back Yard<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tyson loves to be outside. He loves walks, and he'll even fall asleep peacefully in his stroller if we're taking a walk outside. (He never falls asleep peacefully unless he is in his own bed with his snuggly). So Here's a cute picture of him outside with<span style="font-family:verdana;"> Grandma Jenni when Kirsten and I were taking pictures:<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOFUwGDMKcarWyPLmjJpY80AjeecqZTTX0TyDv6nGt-ot88t6XeVhh7CCH9Ql3iqULhjI0Oj03r20vW3aMBKWQpRHKrXbfpkTRN7_SScckB1j3wv8XPvz7GG0D3l0nLaBY4kCuGOeYNV6/s1600-h/CopywGma.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOFUwGDMKcarWyPLmjJpY80AjeecqZTTX0TyDv6nGt-ot88t6XeVhh7CCH9Ql3iqULhjI0Oj03r20vW3aMBKWQpRHKrXbfpkTRN7_SScckB1j3wv8XPvz7GG0D3l0nLaBY4kCuGOeYNV6/s320/CopywGma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646352422163506" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Look how stinkin' cute he is:</span><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVpI_EBS34oj58mooQq1XK9aEb1HNay_4ILRby8Magc9w09Ig7tdwLjeoKbEs1wPUEaiFQ6fOWCTjf-uIKX8ny4ZR6D8V6L0lEmtBSUFe9SriEarnmfGPft0jB6mG68fAvWPDqmK79Bw8/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVpI_EBS34oj58mooQq1XK9aEb1HNay_4ILRby8Magc9w09Ig7tdwLjeoKbEs1wPUEaiFQ6fOWCTjf-uIKX8ny4ZR6D8V6L0lEmtBSUFe9SriEarnmfGPft0jB6mG68fAvWPDqmK79Bw8/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646350948244274" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42WDCqJJY4QH3QgXSHAcvp7CF6sajr78_NIVyJ3WeTlY_wzxUy3au0hbujEyM6cwA9tyCv9fLKcrnTWsJqRVj5xdKq0EfVKO4cXvkSKBFGWqJf0WhXMm5lYMpB79_CN_ajzsivvhWgLKg/s1600-h/Copy1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42WDCqJJY4QH3QgXSHAcvp7CF6sajr78_NIVyJ3WeTlY_wzxUy3au0hbujEyM6cwA9tyCv9fLKcrnTWsJqRVj5xdKq0EfVKO4cXvkSKBFGWqJf0WhXMm5lYMpB79_CN_ajzsivvhWgLKg/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646342546295698" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Tyson's new favorite thing is to kick. He kicks everything. He'll stand up, holding onto me, the couch, or whatever he can, and kick whatever is near him on the floor. It can be his pacifier, a ball, clothes, or anything else lying around. Last night we were at the adult session of Stake Conference, and he was sitting on the floor with his legs spread out but curved, and he was kicking his pacifier back and forth between his legs. When he kicked it too far away, he grabbed it with his hand, and tried to put it back between his feet because he thought it was so fun. It was hilarious! We're going to have to sign him up for soccer, much to his father's dismay! Here's Tyson, kicking a hole in the ground:<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrfxeqD2NLvq3mHZi02l8yMERIUyH6SWGBi2CT4OkyrBc-pbYqpVJIH1UgQq5XyAy31ngxCv6Yao3s6ZO1IQOZQhclM_eW3IurSylGl5QMLBEG0lEChth1GTjuJ4BMW_VD15xWzagjxH8/s1600-h/Copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrfxeqD2NLvq3mHZi02l8yMERIUyH6SWGBi2CT4OkyrBc-pbYqpVJIH1UgQq5XyAy31ngxCv6Yao3s6ZO1IQOZQhclM_eW3IurSylGl5QMLBEG0lEChth1GTjuJ4BMW_VD15xWzagjxH8/s320/Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646338385785554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tyson HATES having his diaper changed now. If I can even get a clean diaper on him, I'm lucky. He's the master escape artist, so if he gets away without pants, I let him go if I've already been working on the diaper change for way too long! (sometimes it takes a full 5 minutes for the whole thing)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lately, Tyson has been doing this funny scrunchy nose laugh thing. He opens his mouth wide, scrunches his nose, and breathes/laughs really loud. It's really funny, and I have no idea where he got it. He does it all the time! Here it is in action:<br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tm1tnlY6aQT_FjkojZwIdMMuESwbOizYTL8wuyWdfbVHafNj8Z6EJboGyGGFPFUfwqJHVBpekg5P-e-VMm65IPURnhBT_qAUl01TuQIWQSVSBAi2WesCea1enU8-AxLRQhfQeJJOw-TB/s1600-h/CopyMonsterFace.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tm1tnlY6aQT_FjkojZwIdMMuESwbOizYTL8wuyWdfbVHafNj8Z6EJboGyGGFPFUfwqJHVBpekg5P-e-VMm65IPURnhBT_qAUl01TuQIWQSVSBAi2WesCea1enU8-AxLRQhfQeJJOw-TB/s320/CopyMonsterFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646355105941346" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-46480319549189343302009-01-18T15:58:00.000-08:002009-01-18T16:02:36.946-08:00At the Beach!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpfp4Bkzj5P-RG0ohP1taOTMHDEqyXgK32YPQBlPMcy8t4DyDLTQqCw6U-jXteK_ID5csZWjq19SzithAL5twdZzXZQzA5dZ77ajFGulhCMOpifuH_h5lcsSF74dkNjIdsmIHdKCj70-j/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpfp4Bkzj5P-RG0ohP1taOTMHDEqyXgK32YPQBlPMcy8t4DyDLTQqCw6U-jXteK_ID5csZWjq19SzithAL5twdZzXZQzA5dZ77ajFGulhCMOpifuH_h5lcsSF74dkNjIdsmIHdKCj70-j/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292787912185160354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaNoatPCApB7O9Kjt0IrMeNoT9q6TM7r5Cyi31SAFk3s9knON87AG84kcOB6yBo7K3JsposJhjG81b2Nx1A26NbaOPgvkEvhhnhMIn5zvO4NcdK9sKz7Hud4Llfhvw5klv40fBbaEDVU5/s1600-h/Copy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaNoatPCApB7O9Kjt0IrMeNoT9q6TM7r5Cyi31SAFk3s9knON87AG84kcOB6yBo7K3JsposJhjG81b2Nx1A26NbaOPgvkEvhhnhMIn5zvO4NcdK9sKz7Hud4Llfhvw5klv40fBbaEDVU5/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292787905979484914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Of course we made a stop at the beach on our visit to Carlsbad! It was FREEZING though! I buttoned Tyson into my coat because it was SO cold. We had a lot of fun, and of course made a stop for Thrifty's ice cream on the way home. MMM...</span></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-42413799840241812662009-01-18T15:50:00.001-08:002009-01-18T15:58:55.512-08:00Don't forget to Aim!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o2DVOhNi30QAdq11tuUyjpWojXEFqwQWxURhVxWqJ2bI3wGCv6OWc8HK3NQXAvxYHXMpIom8NVbyl8vBpNpsgy0vuMV3l-A7ltVv9gEQ_-aOvXCbF6S4qGb2vfT3XplSLXbKBYPdttk1/s1600-h/Copy5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0o2DVOhNi30QAdq11tuUyjpWojXEFqwQWxURhVxWqJ2bI3wGCv6OWc8HK3NQXAvxYHXMpIom8NVbyl8vBpNpsgy0vuMV3l-A7ltVv9gEQ_-aOvXCbF6S4qGb2vfT3XplSLXbKBYPdttk1/s320/Copy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786823410163138" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcMx9YvyZJz_B9VopqtPPxCPfBCXGzvrqfwWyjA_vU_LDIJrOStfljkkcRwM3sF3Oz7BNZ-YZyfYvNNaJ0RME_MYbn1LY6wQ1iyJHs2c8qNKv4nWRuQuGvYPEx0-M42ec-fjFFuikDSec/s1600-h/Copy4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcMx9YvyZJz_B9VopqtPPxCPfBCXGzvrqfwWyjA_vU_LDIJrOStfljkkcRwM3sF3Oz7BNZ-YZyfYvNNaJ0RME_MYbn1LY6wQ1iyJHs2c8qNKv4nWRuQuGvYPEx0-M42ec-fjFFuikDSec/s320/Copy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786817091926418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlGA8aTylvO7bZttE97qBf0Hs1vA0rGZI4ZffDJTjdvrUioLkSTdYtFkSQw_ltcf2b-tPueXFmO3M3G-mVpOxZ98NmJRzFuXOk4IFCCLiWQI20tFGFbXOnFKngVCQum4hfXEYTTL8NVAo/s1600-h/Copy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlGA8aTylvO7bZttE97qBf0Hs1vA0rGZI4ZffDJTjdvrUioLkSTdYtFkSQw_ltcf2b-tPueXFmO3M3G-mVpOxZ98NmJRzFuXOk4IFCCLiWQI20tFGFbXOnFKngVCQum4hfXEYTTL8NVAo/s320/Copy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786807730114610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWQ5GJXsZ3F7b7LlDnDLgUyB9m9vA1DVqsONS76UvTq8VZumQuRr782GsvJcVJCTsckwG4HYgfvCdap3iew_W6D8KOH0oUEeQn-lbXwWXM384u5EW5SodsBjvOrOTKC0CQQ0ZMX8q1X97/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWQ5GJXsZ3F7b7LlDnDLgUyB9m9vA1DVqsONS76UvTq8VZumQuRr782GsvJcVJCTsckwG4HYgfvCdap3iew_W6D8KOH0oUEeQn-lbXwWXM384u5EW5SodsBjvOrOTKC0CQQ0ZMX8q1X97/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786803003099138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Lb9aJX-VigUJta82RuhUx2PlFcTKDhxEHVJ6LtTpJsCYIM5pq0HwU2HpwCKOIoFZxpfv3PiyIzWLodHEq8b7ZgLDhvMcb_x9Q7o5bMPgQ698BZntIJAEq_WKcef7a2P0xRsLYzYesGtZ/s1600-h/Copy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Lb9aJX-VigUJta82RuhUx2PlFcTKDhxEHVJ6LtTpJsCYIM5pq0HwU2HpwCKOIoFZxpfv3PiyIzWLodHEq8b7ZgLDhvMcb_x9Q7o5bMPgQ698BZntIJAEq_WKcef7a2P0xRsLYzYesGtZ/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786799925421394" border="0" /></a><br />We went to the archery range to practice our skills when the Merkleys came to visit. It was a lot of fun! I shot a few over the target, but I wasn't the only one! Haha. We got some great pictures of Tyson too. He's the cutest baby ever!Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-83191643162293110922009-01-18T15:45:00.001-08:002009-01-18T15:50:11.260-08:00Christmas Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHdR6MgLQfHY_2Y-NrT6nCgnEnWWDdXAhmpeb2oplTCCz6PJY9fjuE1Fxw_SVmJ7_lsfks34ziq_onkRmqhFFmhj6i831dCd_SxI8i6zGP202nSJIt6FVgIj36AuiYUZl301MBYWoWbp1/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHdR6MgLQfHY_2Y-NrT6nCgnEnWWDdXAhmpeb2oplTCCz6PJY9fjuE1Fxw_SVmJ7_lsfks34ziq_onkRmqhFFmhj6i831dCd_SxI8i6zGP202nSJIt6FVgIj36AuiYUZl301MBYWoWbp1/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784946317627474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQbfu8gDw3ccL5w-CZeekVr7wPgUKDw5e3RLVA6gAFLgEx8CcizQYBZXydgseTidY0ZGYCKcAe5R7JFUIhQbRCC-4y_vBO7xgzKG2sujFdEYNJYoEB9GnuN58j_ALnFYd7Qop8j7WEIGG/s1600-h/Copy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQbfu8gDw3ccL5w-CZeekVr7wPgUKDw5e3RLVA6gAFLgEx8CcizQYBZXydgseTidY0ZGYCKcAe5R7JFUIhQbRCC-4y_vBO7xgzKG2sujFdEYNJYoEB9GnuN58j_ALnFYd7Qop8j7WEIGG/s320/Copy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784935173047170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgmttWZcfMfggfi1Rwf_Fg0xeZw4-1Kiwe1tOxz4-dWdOpzC4UPteet5V8KX41QCVDBb6mdvSS73gh-Lodhtv1KXG_CDqWgT3EpLVNWHVIPXXC3nN7NNO0noLBMnVo0OyRiKNr2HntQTN/s1600-h/Copy4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgmttWZcfMfggfi1Rwf_Fg0xeZw4-1Kiwe1tOxz4-dWdOpzC4UPteet5V8KX41QCVDBb6mdvSS73gh-Lodhtv1KXG_CDqWgT3EpLVNWHVIPXXC3nN7NNO0noLBMnVo0OyRiKNr2HntQTN/s320/Copy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784933395562258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLSIsCph9PBV4cDvk2ezcxbNPHwLyQoriqwtB1MFHR2Oe0ksW0k7CgPh3_tUEooChosbj8G9hiVJB7JUUfxzx4hT6O3RwofSXUbRddsmUfpIrpn0P1yTrGEanrJKK07VMuDCbU88MB3lD/s1600-h/Copy5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLSIsCph9PBV4cDvk2ezcxbNPHwLyQoriqwtB1MFHR2Oe0ksW0k7CgPh3_tUEooChosbj8G9hiVJB7JUUfxzx4hT6O3RwofSXUbRddsmUfpIrpn0P1yTrGEanrJKK07VMuDCbU88MB3lD/s320/Copy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784924518976450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EZMhK6U9SVr1GIspreUYIrSGlSDyH5sEnjSeOI65VpnbsY6UOshPLbwOqfG_X8tajDdgWTFgYPDN_5zSb_OqAuWl7epN2Z8K-6QccdJqGoXov-Sw3jh9zDjsskYXbxRNjbTlNUToVyn_/s1600-h/Copy6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EZMhK6U9SVr1GIspreUYIrSGlSDyH5sEnjSeOI65VpnbsY6UOshPLbwOqfG_X8tajDdgWTFgYPDN_5zSb_OqAuWl7epN2Z8K-6QccdJqGoXov-Sw3jh9zDjsskYXbxRNjbTlNUToVyn_/s320/Copy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784921536794578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tyson LOVED opening gifts. His favorites were his ball, and (surprisingly) his clothes from Grandma and Grandpa Nelson. What a funny kid!</span></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-21146744527558616642009-01-18T15:32:00.000-08:002009-01-18T15:45:13.599-08:00Christmas EveOf Course<span style="font-size:130%;">, we all got new jammies for Christmas Eve. Here is the evidence:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUS4KETc1GUH33y8waVnmJIkDMt04OKpwjbmQUmlEAZG-i4h_HgwPhmLNbZs__xgZuW3qGoU8eHaeiRwbH3vz96MhnvMsA7WDSu_1I25micWlxpC3s1Ix6OFV90AV_7dQ30v1fBzXxMR2/s1600-h/Copy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUS4KETc1GUH33y8waVnmJIkDMt04OKpwjbmQUmlEAZG-i4h_HgwPhmLNbZs__xgZuW3qGoU8eHaeiRwbH3vz96MhnvMsA7WDSu_1I25micWlxpC3s1Ix6OFV90AV_7dQ30v1fBzXxMR2/s320/Copy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782584450841938" border="0" /></a><br />Our Little Family.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSabIi_giHdp222V68amDghRz_ErUEOlReNisllqXIWgqDGolfQSN9hP5KwjclU4S5zII8cSWqhHSaYFhKIrVytz2r8iB6htLsR-CQSJELN__OLb0taof83Hx0G_srN31b7t-HaUZG1i-/s1600-h/Copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSabIi_giHdp222V68amDghRz_ErUEOlReNisllqXIWgqDGolfQSN9hP5KwjclU4S5zII8cSWqhHSaYFhKIrVytz2r8iB6htLsR-CQSJELN__OLb0taof83Hx0G_srN31b7t-HaUZG1i-/s320/Copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782578586470418" border="0" /></a><br />New PJ's<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixz_8-zky8SgpRTz4V_AmEj4_sL1ffjNr3jyVsszHY3S9YxWvAwYuJ58aoOdHgBntkYsvhtEeAMhBB-yjQurcbE14rh0zXqYn07p6DaepeBrDcc28oHnYEqZr3LkvAWVt-HV3RzZ25AsR-/s1600-h/Copy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixz_8-zky8SgpRTz4V_AmEj4_sL1ffjNr3jyVsszHY3S9YxWvAwYuJ58aoOdHgBntkYsvhtEeAMhBB-yjQurcbE14rh0zXqYn07p6DaepeBrDcc28oHnYEqZr3LkvAWVt-HV3RzZ25AsR-/s320/Copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782579868903426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALRBp2jwJDqf2NK8BSPutO1kRAf1CTxZYV7r5yuo0TeavuUxAVvGpeZySxpSHsVCpvvHALremcTWcQ049QxfpJDY_2h-uKNmV9DgMIv9tYyPkwFQxTm1sUb0jovXnTZkDz-JkmvdeYYXi/s1600-h/Copy5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALRBp2jwJDqf2NK8BSPutO1kRAf1CTxZYV7r5yuo0TeavuUxAVvGpeZySxpSHsVCpvvHALremcTWcQ049QxfpJDY_2h-uKNmV9DgMIv9tYyPkwFQxTm1sUb0jovXnTZkDz-JkmvdeYYXi/s320/Copy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783365815118418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Tyson LOVED his new jammies, he danced. And opening was fun!<br /><br /></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-70368518031507437662009-01-18T15:29:00.000-08:002009-01-18T15:32:15.090-08:00The Cat Cube<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT709_peCwF9knw5_0EH9zM22BFn8Y2eVM3D6R031lo_zzYj9yfCozHcIH0E1KJvuGZSUnf4javee_41YAKCAiUSwOFLFfCVJcaPcWI_jnsEgi4cPrzlb-Bi_X0aNHtSXRT3tn6J2K7cw/s1600-h/Tys1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT709_peCwF9knw5_0EH9zM22BFn8Y2eVM3D6R031lo_zzYj9yfCozHcIH0E1KJvuGZSUnf4javee_41YAKCAiUSwOFLFfCVJcaPcWI_jnsEgi4cPrzlb-Bi_X0aNHtSXRT3tn6J2K7cw/s320/Tys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292780422557510962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, Hyde and Indie have this red cat cube. Hyde sleeps in it ALL the time, she loves it. Well, Tyson decided he wanted to play in it. This was before he could crawl too...<br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">December 6, 2008</span><br /></span></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-21779177145250959842009-01-18T15:20:00.000-08:002009-01-18T15:29:13.811-08:00Thanksgiving Pictures<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNDuR9-NPvSKDZRBeI0sLm_ohtJtwhlqjrSxwjH8Cq2zol9z85D53CZn1uJq-Ck-6yvcNNrZMVMlMo-AyN6gmLB836oR0s_R4bTU-NzIKAnujBdg6PjRvcxCYdNXanvBaE6wbcgZ5EwEp/s1600-h/DSC_0822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNDuR9-NPvSKDZRBeI0sLm_ohtJtwhlqjrSxwjH8Cq2zol9z85D53CZn1uJq-Ck-6yvcNNrZMVMlMo-AyN6gmLB836oR0s_R4bTU-NzIKAnujBdg6PjRvcxCYdNXanvBaE6wbcgZ5EwEp/s320/DSC_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292779163854223394" border="0" /></a><br />Sleeping Arrangements. It was a crowded house at the Shirley's!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQntUHy91ylazHH1ouSHYgAysHAoI8x7OqvuBRUyc2oEEtrm_1i4u3gIiJHEjApEAPSTLal4uVGc_FjSqG_6K2LbxF4_I1OgBjVkjhmO4Bw28cLkknIzirMhYuxWK7y2pErXEHiq6tqSZ/s1600-h/DSC_0805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQntUHy91ylazHH1ouSHYgAysHAoI8x7OqvuBRUyc2oEEtrm_1i4u3gIiJHEjApEAPSTLal4uVGc_FjSqG_6K2LbxF4_I1OgBjVkjhmO4Bw28cLkknIzirMhYuxWK7y2pErXEHiq6tqSZ/s320/DSC_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292779161045876338" border="0" /></a><br />Mindy and me using our jewelry stamping tools.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o15_S2aE1L5c7tdKzNP60EMj2tbhCrq8rFWPbZAlooeKO4K1ZvVJtsXXxRIfQMGstXTepWmgw9t_Tw_eCyfQEvD9ar0j11h7HthnHif11X0She1PUmTeZzJlsDJmfD8cHpr3iqnpF-LC/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o15_S2aE1L5c7tdKzNP60EMj2tbhCrq8rFWPbZAlooeKO4K1ZvVJtsXXxRIfQMGstXTepWmgw9t_Tw_eCyfQEvD9ar0j11h7HthnHif11X0She1PUmTeZzJlsDJmfD8cHpr3iqnpF-LC/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292779157221293362" border="0" /></a><br />Tyson and cousin Tessa. Yes, he's wearing girl jammies. He leaked through his own and we didn't want to go all the way home to get some. So, we borrowed Tessa's!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMupkeH5BhSevtnp4vXY5ae3ijC82SIcagNEQFiJ9UJbG76KKMGawfVq-dFGBAzWoe8WYKk7zV8Q1zZTVlYJrNzxMKiH5Dbyo0me-OfJ6aNk33Lx39WbyisNutclIMjdhljFCsqX2cTh/s1600-h/DSC_0750.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMupkeH5BhSevtnp4vXY5ae3ijC82SIcagNEQFiJ9UJbG76KKMGawfVq-dFGBAzWoe8WYKk7zV8Q1zZTVlYJrNzxMKiH5Dbyo0me-OfJ6aNk33Lx39WbyisNutclIMjdhljFCsqX2cTh/s320/DSC_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292779147059712098" border="0" /></a><br />Walking at the Riparian Water Park in Gilbert.<br /></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-79067235765668431652008-12-03T08:08:00.001-08:002008-12-03T08:29:42.333-08:00The Pie Fest!<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >I know it's been a while since my last blog. We've been super busy with family over Thanksgiving, which was SO fun. The Carlson's, Kristen and the girls, Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Sandy, Uncle Eric and Aunt Stephanie all made it to Arizona. We had a blast. Wish it could have lasted longer! As for Thanksgiving dinner, it was delicious, thanks to my amazing mom (and all the other helpers). We had a total of 11 pies (we had 14 people total for Thanksgiving dinner). Crazy! And some of us don't even like pie (unless it's chocolate...mmm). Kristen and the girls came on Friday and brought 3 or 4 more pies on top of that. Needless to say, everyone had exactly what they wanted. Scott decided he was not going to eat as much sugar after this weekend. When I asked why, he said "Bri, I ate </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >4</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > slices of pumpkin pie in </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >1</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > day!" (not to mention the other kinds he had) He had "duh" written all over his face! Tyson LOVED having all the kids around. Anytime any of the girls would pay attention to him, he would laugh and laugh. HE especially loved little Tessa (she's 2 months older than him). They played toys on the floor together which was adorable. I think he was much more fascinated with her than she was with him. He's feeling a bit lonely now that it's all over. I'm sure he's thinking his mom and dad are boring!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >We were really sad we didn't get to make it up to Utah for Thanksgiving. We missed all our family up there. We are needing to plan a trip as soon as possible!<br />I'm so thankful for Scott and Tyson, my parents and siblings, and the rest of my wonderful family. I'm thankful for our friends, our cats and dog, our home, and chocolate. I'm especially thankful for the Gospel and the peace and happiness it can bring into our lives. <br /><br /></span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-25698918478402327802008-11-04T21:04:00.000-08:002008-12-03T08:25:04.850-08:00Halloween (week)!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJz90E6kzmHBo7ZXZiThHNZZx2rhYwEo5VzxBavf_sWzkFqwxWGImYBc99Oqf7-PrViuNtBciDvYYeEQDRp0pJpxxlNac_yKVF600fuwntLmqjmidoox6Taq33GrdlivQSOeplIPUELfOk/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJz90E6kzmHBo7ZXZiThHNZZx2rhYwEo5VzxBavf_sWzkFqwxWGImYBc99Oqf7-PrViuNtBciDvYYeEQDRp0pJpxxlNac_yKVF600fuwntLmqjmidoox6Taq33GrdlivQSOeplIPUELfOk/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265038511163303218" border="0" /></a>The Family at the 2nd Annual Pumpkin Carving Party.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexpR4kr-nx_bT33qWHUFbJ-dSkYiW8oe2q4i5Kj6McdV60iWPW-VN0cDdLanKwT6pFnYTnSB9-IxzTK3vO4sHTFeBWJEp-5r1ss1tyensAjmd5jv1J7VlJqY-qoGtxVARg4VzX3gnors5/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexpR4kr-nx_bT33qWHUFbJ-dSkYiW8oe2q4i5Kj6McdV60iWPW-VN0cDdLanKwT6pFnYTnSB9-IxzTK3vO4sHTFeBWJEp-5r1ss1tyensAjmd5jv1J7VlJqY-qoGtxVARg4VzX3gnors5/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036011612404098" border="0" /></a>Tyson and Momma just before leaving for the 2nd Annual Pumpkin Carving Party.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFwTMdz04QAop8gSRPtvC55zXDgQCCZdqwIn3CxUI6mSLnz_TGz-RNlY1Al9RL0-gYbl9ZO6DuIVS9VauzO9Bwg6dgPUecjEJWk4r8VYYiCaya9qMXnRQ2puI-ki3W7wGg6qVLX3InZuR/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFwTMdz04QAop8gSRPtvC55zXDgQCCZdqwIn3CxUI6mSLnz_TGz-RNlY1Al9RL0-gYbl9ZO6DuIVS9VauzO9Bwg6dgPUecjEJWk4r8VYYiCaya9qMXnRQ2puI-ki3W7wGg6qVLX3InZuR/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036000293927250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This year we attended our 2nd Annual Pumpkin Carving Party. It was at Brittany and Curtis' house. We had lots of fun, ate pizza, hung out and carved pumpkins. The skull and crossbones pumpkin is ours. Scott cleaned out all the nasty insides (I hate that part of pumpkin carving), and he traced the pattern onto the pumpkin. I carved it. I think it turned out great. Too bad it shriveled by day 2, and was a NASTY mess by day 5 (Halloween). </span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYsiEwaffejZus54NX_YIXXTJDay-k4wFYD87dVu7jQU587S6Z0kPKPy1KqRjWNjLZQPZ5iZyW42HEYzt8ZfjXS5-RZyJx9w1fjttIbQ7HVALeyYUo5GDGg1uuF-evEFhsG1L6kfi7ZFw/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYsiEwaffejZus54NX_YIXXTJDay-k4wFYD87dVu7jQU587S6Z0kPKPy1KqRjWNjLZQPZ5iZyW42HEYzt8ZfjXS5-RZyJx9w1fjttIbQ7HVALeyYUo5GDGg1uuF-evEFhsG1L6kfi7ZFw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036513394157074" border="0" /></a>Tyson in his "This is my costume..." onesie that Aunt Heather mailed him as a Halloween treat. So cute!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNx_mCcSitRgyt6hlg_VXI2rLv9gkpjaB0Z1w8ngVtjIqaksKgMvzEtXJeF_7HLbEGuqzLFTRzbyviZvUj2AUgc0Q-ADV91SmF9-zh5Hn5xgf3NBl0PNotk6RIeipMVC8ohhEzV7AKl9CI/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNx_mCcSitRgyt6hlg_VXI2rLv9gkpjaB0Z1w8ngVtjIqaksKgMvzEtXJeF_7HLbEGuqzLFTRzbyviZvUj2AUgc0Q-ADV91SmF9-zh5Hn5xgf3NBl0PNotk6RIeipMVC8ohhEzV7AKl9CI/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036522646530786" border="0" /></a>Tyson crawling like a turtle.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAATvt25ocmfy1UcEM_MKDPs_BwoX2ZFg6GVK0NRtkGuz9g7NnWj9iEE_bXxZ8tYmAb3bolXa-CWO-aPpC_HIP8idpSFttDR6vQG54Ym_Mmw-FtbMCHebKcTEjd6DMTzKBaUBxqAXV0eIw/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAATvt25ocmfy1UcEM_MKDPs_BwoX2ZFg6GVK0NRtkGuz9g7NnWj9iEE_bXxZ8tYmAb3bolXa-CWO-aPpC_HIP8idpSFttDR6vQG54Ym_Mmw-FtbMCHebKcTEjd6DMTzKBaUBxqAXV0eIw/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036008049677970" border="0" /></a>What a CUTE face!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aW7KjCCbAzQQn9ll9aA_XKFBgqczDgFi-ShvHrizSX82LMQO4Mqcdtuf3-AvU68psCXF0ShsMbIws6r50X9RFU6CDHMpo6kmVaUIrdcXsggbF8eMBRs8tZBVSDgc30BuHLQSqgf8zIUT/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aW7KjCCbAzQQn9ll9aA_XKFBgqczDgFi-ShvHrizSX82LMQO4Mqcdtuf3-AvU68psCXF0ShsMbIws6r50X9RFU6CDHMpo6kmVaUIrdcXsggbF8eMBRs8tZBVSDgc30BuHLQSqgf8zIUT/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035995594624482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Walking like a big boy in his ADORABLE turtle costume.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nJK4-ZC5q4KjHqRnzjyJkG5Sn-ddkGW48Q6Fr9Y6J_4CTC7SLMvyiYzM9UXI3DD0Ndb6uRPBUEuyFhGZuDq4ixImWhF5vRVrl-bOcYfa8qaeMVguiO6FnQ12p01zUGQYgCXXdUi6nmyb/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nJK4-ZC5q4KjHqRnzjyJkG5Sn-ddkGW48Q6Fr9Y6J_4CTC7SLMvyiYzM9UXI3DD0Ndb6uRPBUEuyFhGZuDq4ixImWhF5vRVrl-bOcYfa8qaeMVguiO6FnQ12p01zUGQYgCXXdUi6nmyb/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265036004777600194" border="0" /></a>Crashed after Trunk-o-Treat.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This year Tyson dressed as a Turtle. It was the cutest costume I saw all of Halloween. He looked great in it too. We went to our wards Trunk-o-Treat on Wednesday night (the 29th). Tyson LOVED all the kids. He was SO excited, his little legs were kicking and his arms were going crazy while he sat on my lap as we passed out candy. We then took him around the cars to get his own candy (no, we don't really give him candy, but we HAD to show him off!) Everyone thought he was super cute! By the end of Trunk-o-Treat, he was EXHAUSTED. He crashed on daddy's lap. He is not wearing his hat because he did not really like it.<br />On Halloween night, we got him all dressed up again, and took him to my parents' house. We sat outside and passed out candy for a bit, then we took him Trick-or-Treating up and down my parents' street. He was pretty tired by this point, so he was a little dazed. But, it was a lot of fun to show him off. After that, we went to the Saxey's house where we hung out, had some dinner and watched a movie. Halloween was lots of fun this year! I haven't taken down my decorations yet because I love them SO much. I'm ready to start my count down for next year!<br /></span></div></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-66989125621808800802008-10-23T23:01:00.000-07:002008-10-23T23:14:21.785-07:00Schnepf Farms<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_B8tjKF-wNxW4CSxc4KVCS-hQF0Dc9UgdtZzdpvwi1hZiSLhQzkt26eTgvTWW2oE4tGcKnYb2e0lssXIibA9609dRw6jXPOkH6YaSnTMQkcUpamagIEXaugtIdWyLc83I6iodBUOIlZR/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_B8tjKF-wNxW4CSxc4KVCS-hQF0Dc9UgdtZzdpvwi1hZiSLhQzkt26eTgvTWW2oE4tGcKnYb2e0lssXIibA9609dRw6jXPOkH6YaSnTMQkcUpamagIEXaugtIdWyLc83I6iodBUOIlZR/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597515643248130" border="0" /></a>The Family. Tyson is laughing.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGafxarXj_XP9OGNNjcjJQtIPqG5i8EEfRMRexwbIgZkP-wCG3vwC4ZSz68LpMsn4szNWbF3aUG0VXZhixUe2OvhR9Qs1w3lDXA0eOxFUUOx_-Ped5B5ckiF9OzpaB3bK94mc2KWfoRn8/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGafxarXj_XP9OGNNjcjJQtIPqG5i8EEfRMRexwbIgZkP-wCG3vwC4ZSz68LpMsn4szNWbF3aUG0VXZhixUe2OvhR9Qs1w3lDXA0eOxFUUOx_-Ped5B5ckiF9OzpaB3bK94mc2KWfoRn8/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597501167494226" border="0" /></a>Tyson and Mommy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDM9spoFPFzUIGW14BDhuQ5tKRXpuOoBLkg8AoCxouaYk0RIeXJlF88Vg9og1_T70fsbwedDfYsUGyYoSZLt3YJetTBPEL8VRs3O87xH5TwIPYBFC58kkisjQhAwlrMup3FWgP7Bf4iIgD/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDM9spoFPFzUIGW14BDhuQ5tKRXpuOoBLkg8AoCxouaYk0RIeXJlF88Vg9og1_T70fsbwedDfYsUGyYoSZLt3YJetTBPEL8VRs3O87xH5TwIPYBFC58kkisjQhAwlrMup3FWgP7Bf4iIgD/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597501770697090" border="0" /></a>Tyson trying to ride the goat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkVP7f41CUtOysoAlxexbvw9jZRaJKCR-AiPClsMkx2toNe_2LyJ5TLtVBdGMR7jVUG_w_mEvVMNwjC3HlWcjeIZrsno6NpCTGTJ28N2TJYDqjheVqtTHI2vBnH0Cxq3UsMIkGcZF23UE/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkVP7f41CUtOysoAlxexbvw9jZRaJKCR-AiPClsMkx2toNe_2LyJ5TLtVBdGMR7jVUG_w_mEvVMNwjC3HlWcjeIZrsno6NpCTGTJ28N2TJYDqjheVqtTHI2vBnH0Cxq3UsMIkGcZF23UE/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597500234478498" border="0" /></a>Notice he's pulling the goats hair?!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhco6EmeA8-rjWw09xi3jrPEFMrjnhnFXWRfVSOXXIS6X78SZ1mZedn7sjKzIvnU_VjqTZe6YdO-nlLBbBbaZpCLy5C3bWMLnEAJyf_jFzRB4MggVB56kSLtySUQzHpnNBmBAy1GlVlG_/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhco6EmeA8-rjWw09xi3jrPEFMrjnhnFXWRfVSOXXIS6X78SZ1mZedn7sjKzIvnU_VjqTZe6YdO-nlLBbBbaZpCLy5C3bWMLnEAJyf_jFzRB4MggVB56kSLtySUQzHpnNBmBAy1GlVlG_/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597491717621154" border="0" /></a>Tyson wants to eat the goat here, look at his open mouth!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Tonight we went to Schnepf Farms. It was super fun. Tyson's favorite part was the barn with the animals. We saw goats, pigs, a cow, a donkey, some chickens and ducks. We even got to pet the goats. Tyson LOVES animals! We also watched a pig race, we rode on these bike 'cars' as a family, we took a Hay ride to see some deer, we ate churros and we picked out a big pumpkin (mostly I picked out the pumpkin, Tyson fell asleep, and Scott said 'that one is fine', haha). All in all, we had a really great time, and will for sure go again next year!</span></span><br /></div></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-9447377205600027132008-10-23T22:46:00.000-07:002008-10-23T22:55:11.389-07:00Tyson's first taste of food!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPwrVYqWwx5NVRLY8u4NDVIcNM7ufaoKJIU2pWXzmcHJ9kFBBy5Y2DNkedRoKPS2JAa-RWorXWzVLOvwrbspt0VP8mFwPqn5U7KolKVyqc7zr2D9pUCKe-rKinhVqnLHGHreonAkFT3mr/s1600-h/copy10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPwrVYqWwx5NVRLY8u4NDVIcNM7ufaoKJIU2pWXzmcHJ9kFBBy5Y2DNkedRoKPS2JAa-RWorXWzVLOvwrbspt0VP8mFwPqn5U7KolKVyqc7zr2D9pUCKe-rKinhVqnLHGHreonAkFT3mr/s320/copy10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260593942202507938" border="0" /></a>First Taste<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLmllfD-XJ_Zmj5PAWCgh_AFhZuc-B0mL0hmZOphrnPTVXFHKOUiHyE4wsS8-pSY712jUGNNzGOEwpj6qjMUroy-V4PP3WIEJwJtyVswYXKMg7oVeqmUFLcnz1ceGZ_KHg6LQHM7iZOT0/s1600-h/copy7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLmllfD-XJ_Zmj5PAWCgh_AFhZuc-B0mL0hmZOphrnPTVXFHKOUiHyE4wsS8-pSY712jUGNNzGOEwpj6qjMUroy-V4PP3WIEJwJtyVswYXKMg7oVeqmUFLcnz1ceGZ_KHg6LQHM7iZOT0/s320/copy7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260593939338707378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBKmpvPCRiToyfDj5t3bhbATm97vKT0o5c9OBXMAK1dMXEL2GxnpDVLFEs5mywOXH_Onwugmba5BGmyMp6NCVLJluUTLW7I-HKY0k0_B1GCASm1YC_OGCvGMZAlIWHnVvcKrs0pwWjD5A/s1600-h/copy6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBKmpvPCRiToyfDj5t3bhbATm97vKT0o5c9OBXMAK1dMXEL2GxnpDVLFEs5mywOXH_Onwugmba5BGmyMp6NCVLJluUTLW7I-HKY0k0_B1GCASm1YC_OGCvGMZAlIWHnVvcKrs0pwWjD5A/s320/copy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260593931823818962" border="0" /></a>Reaching for the bowl<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOT8mxV9zrFqJalxZJbvZTC4akELKQcEC4iR9cnRSoOQMhHfw49HMFNbvX-iHqSkTjWOycH-w6c0JBQwDd10cous8MopXFzAhyOBC-8poxP2dgb6d11z1Ph_W_YMmDaT_DNNa6FlQl_uU/s1600-h/copy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOT8mxV9zrFqJalxZJbvZTC4akELKQcEC4iR9cnRSoOQMhHfw49HMFNbvX-iHqSkTjWOycH-w6c0JBQwDd10cous8MopXFzAhyOBC-8poxP2dgb6d11z1Ph_W_YMmDaT_DNNa6FlQl_uU/s320/copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260593930380769010" border="0" /></a>"I don't really like this stuff"<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tyson had food (rice cereal) for the first time yesterday. He was really confused on his first bite. He ate about 10 tiny bites, then decided he was really sick of it. The whole time we were feeding him, he was reaching for the bowl. When he was finished, he was REALLY finished. I mean, he totally spit out the food onto us. We're going to keep trying!</span></span><br /></div></div>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997575682013162338.post-88479349707178758292008-10-18T09:56:00.000-07:002008-10-18T10:02:21.334-07:00Shots<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >Tyson had a doctor appointment yesterday. He weighs 15lbs3oz (50%), is 26.5in (90%) and his head is 43cm around (75.5%). So basically, he's perfect! (Isn't that what parents are supposed to write on these things?!) He also had his shots. I hate those shots. Last night and today he's had a fever and feels yucky. Poor kid. He did smile at the nurse right after the shots were over with though, so I don't think he's holding any grudges. He's such a flirt! We love him for it though!</span>Domestic Bliss(ters)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04130661739160164676noreply@blogger.com0