tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66147002449429447812024-03-20T08:39:07.992-07:00Miles, Celeste, Zo, and Liamcelestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-15852937401501277872012-03-10T07:55:00.000-08:002012-03-10T08:09:01.759-08:00Zo's Birthdaycelestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-72233332485169393322012-03-10T07:27:00.002-08:002012-03-10T07:55:42.475-08:00Zo's Swimming Lesson<p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWPJOSDRFkDAY4NhMfqEOL5xQ2TRSy1UxMyIpQImTLGqjfumIq4t7ujR-sPVVqTiMMek5seM6YK2cp5-P6hg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p></p>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-73885139408852114932012-02-04T15:55:00.000-08:002012-02-04T16:22:05.592-08:00Diet Coke with VanillaLast night Miles and I went to an MMA fight in Grain Valley with the whole ortho clinic because they all know the guy that was going to be fighting in the main event. We arrived at the Whiskey Tango before the majority of the crowd. Yes, it was my first time in a bar. It was set up so that the caged octagon was in the middle of the floor with long tables on four sides. Then there was a perimeter of barstools which is where we sat. <br /><br />I hadn't eaten dinner so as soon as got there I ordered food and a diet coke with vanilla from the one waitress in our huge section. I was a little disappointed when I got my drink because she added way too much vanilla. But I drank it anyway. <br /><br />Later on when both Miles and I needed refills our waitress was nowhere to be found, and was nearly impossible to signal even when she did come around. So I went to the drink window and ordered Miles another Sprite and myself another Diet Coke vanilla. The total for our two drinks? $9.50! I tasted it and thought it was a bit off. So I had Miles taste it along with Liz and Suzette from the office who know their alcohol. Sure enough, it was vanilla vodka that had been added. Awesome. My first taste of alcohol. I told Dr. Ross what happened (who also knows her alcohol VERY well) she laughed and said, "And you didn't spontaneously combust?!" Ha ha. <br /><br />Liz took it back to the window and the bartender said that if I wanted non-alcoholic drinks I needed to order from the waitress. I flaged her down a few minutes later and ordered my drink. When she came back with it I thought it too tasted off. Once again Miles, Liz, and Suzette tasted it, thinking maybe it had vodka, but not sure. Waving down the waitress once more we asked if my drink had alcohol. She nodded. Awesome. What did this mean? My first drink of the night that I totally downed also had vanilla vodka in it. So what I thought was just way too much vanilla turned out to be vanilla vodka! Finally we just ordered my a plain diet coke, nothing added. What did I learn? When asking for vanilla anything at an alcoholic service venue, assume you are asking for vanilla vodka. <br /><br />As for the fights, some were good, a lot were boring. Our guys lost. I have to admit I was pretty busy watching all the weird drunks getting more drunk throughout the night instead of watching the fights. Drunk people are entertaining to a point, and then they just get loud and annoying. <br /><br />Oh and my total for the night for 1 chicken sandwich, some sprite and unwanted diet coke with vanilla [vodka]? Almost $30! Crazy!celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-44664142671417271352012-01-19T20:18:00.000-08:002012-01-19T20:30:24.925-08:00Family Photos<div align="center">My nephew took these pictures back in November. He did a great job, and I'm sad he's leaving for his mission in April. Hopefully that won't mean no family pictures for 2 years.</div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699565756188240626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ3_L0zSPBLgLLDw-JffNqRXmtPsDA205pNHbSLHJPHcJx3JCSHFi-mtFpMSmeSFrkAhHU00-eObmMO-s5Ao4cwa2JPAMMW_Uau5hb2kwIPZ4ptPRNcW2MXQhXf48EZerbioNUvVQmHtZ/s400/35MROMNEY-X2%25281%2529.jpg" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSTQARatYRf5fToRk2D_EqPixdd8qmUwpDj9rrTob-j83e7M2zwMXcCC8yM-pRENEvbSymjLLFz1qlz92z0lVuW2GU1UtdIhAtkW-smzCp10oYN32AkkeGBIjYcpmI439aSES9fQ10X4p/s1600/34MROMNEY-X2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699565749564457314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSTQARatYRf5fToRk2D_EqPixdd8qmUwpDj9rrTob-j83e7M2zwMXcCC8yM-pRENEvbSymjLLFz1qlz92z0lVuW2GU1UtdIhAtkW-smzCp10oYN32AkkeGBIjYcpmI439aSES9fQ10X4p/s400/34MROMNEY-X2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DYhK5opRHt9gkJzH6mNlGTMBspZejeWd-8vzExmmPaErXhi9W2pCRZSwbHILlMgwZGZ2IpDfc_rwrerUhAvrOVO8r5glfbUOeYkn27YOWfIYRR6MHe-K-pYcJ0ny8WIxAgRw4PlQpzgf/s1600/26MROMNEY-XL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 285px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699564533562601554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwmVDg-U-Lqu-Oco92S9MrFPmYyKz2y5OKOxoX0Opln4O09MEzGBnfZwD0diD4uTACP95spE48SbI3hJxkTS3E_IjgDiQA9OBLTnVsh83DgpyTYZERvlnJw_Mxe0QxYyS5oDqi-EnMoW9/s400/06MRomney-XL.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-69245071092965517942011-11-04T12:46:00.000-07:002011-11-04T13:13:10.238-07:00#1 Thing NOT to pour down your sink<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIFDu91AvyciEvg8vhLlHd2vETb03SI8UsVkleCN4_n0K2Bf4tSWpnMl9g1IKJREukK5SuMFois2vMflVeo4BF_64QaN7sradnL5bKoqTsLoXJY9dK3ZPNNLeAKdTVD5iaA75G0Oe61mC/s1600/DSC01071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671230431890600930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIFDu91AvyciEvg8vhLlHd2vETb03SI8UsVkleCN4_n0K2Bf4tSWpnMl9g1IKJREukK5SuMFois2vMflVeo4BF_64QaN7sradnL5bKoqTsLoXJY9dK3ZPNNLeAKdTVD5iaA75G0Oe61mC/s400/DSC01071.JPG" /></a> What is that? And what is that stuff coming out of that pipe? The answer: Grease, pure solidified grease coming out of the pipe that we had to replace.<br /><br />We've had minor prolems with our sink ever since we moved in, and major problems for the past 2 weeks. Our kitchen sink was so clogged that it would take 8-12 hours for the sink to drain, depending on how much water was in there. It was nearly impossible to do dishes, which has meant a very dirty kitchen and house. (I feel like if my kitchen can't be clean, why bother with the rest?) <br /><br />A lot of money and two plumbers later we found out the problem was built up grease that previous owners had apparently dumped down the drain. You see, grease doesn't flow down your pipes into the sewer or septic. It solidifies and stays in your pipes and just builds and builds until they're full, and finally the only solution is to replace the line. Sadly we had to tear out the dry wall of our laundry room ceiling (which is WAY harder than they make it look on TV) and have that part of the line replaced. <br /><br />So next time you think about pouring any grease down the drain, think of this picture:)celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-78217124769581350932011-10-31T11:25:00.000-07:002011-11-01T15:56:01.137-07:00Summer/Fall 2011In a nutshell...<br /><br />My mom and sister, Mindy, came and visited us. I showed them Van Meter Park where we went on a nice nature walk. All the boys had a blast finding all kinds of strange bugs, frogs, and birds. Poor Matthew and Zo accidently touched poison ivy along the way. Thankfully my wonderfully prepared sister had this magical mud stuff that helps take away the sting.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670144141393956066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3Q8tM2eMH8igdjo74SlE7J6JVTKB9WO8kfg8rmwLiFsm3d_DqaAJ3FS78SidV1sDwqeHei97tDyhFhb-FehPldbkKjmSVqNU9176zAmYK0MdvAe5WcrqUfIEnd_KbE6hE26VZEjj1rAK/s400/May+and+June+2011+045.JPG" />St. Louis Botanical Gardens with 2 of my sisters, Floris, Mindy, my mom, and all our kids.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670156061662938098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRMfxrvWJtcHKMz1m6Qo05VwbN3kAkkuAXliFKtnlCeQVJ6Ht7UpsRcz43eK0JCph9yiB2u4eRSUiSi66HJsHpg3xA_7EULftqp148a81NECQTH20XANq0c-3Kg9L3bk5Kd3Qn9nDGka8/s400/May+and+June+2011+076.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670156915608257522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYQSxPpflcsR7-PPp7mfmv578gm1YeqS1rmh_dyQ0qoX8lxI2UrZcGBI7H5hA6ZMWLqqRC3e_UB_lTMipwqRQfrfydjZ6rsNhidYaxg1OViLtb6_NW7aoeGLLd0LvU-ny59nszexdTOFE/s400/May+and+June+2011+099.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>We went to the pool a couple of times. I think Liam had the best time splashing with his blue ball.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670145068511172994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw3VZpxlVBT5Y9VInoMwO4eBKtpwLiwvav4FOuuhmr6eD6VX0Srr1tMaNKVFuBY0tyMNMT2DZk_3iqTurK6XRabr9beFM1r1XQ5sTxzvz4MLQ2E7VsDEgwd2pdt51KGpdPJZBjhW6biRo/s400/May+and+June+2011+143.JPG" /> Our neighbors invited us to the Demolition Derby. Zo LOVED it. He sat by the girls the whole time and intently watched the crazy loud cars all night. This is definitely the red neck event of the summer.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670160919244441042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCUyPlb-W18KY7ROmPedBiTh0S9j-P91QcbcQTxqxRXliM6fCd-s5JjH15eYIXOsISCkttgtRU8xBF4ZNKEgL9r5CAk5bfJXSJtd171dJ38Z9aVvVo7Wr5VdVc9K8vGhRHUsbEtSftynm/s400/007.JPG" /><br />We made the insanely long drive to Utah at the end of the summer. The way there got pretty ugly around 9pm. Liam had been sick so we gave him some Benadryl. Turns out it has the opposite affect on him and so he was wired until about 11pm. There was a lot of screaming during that time. While we were there we visited my parent's house in Fairview. Zo had the time of his life. He fed the goats, picked apples, helped milk the goats, rode the 4-wheeler multiple times a day, watered the chickens, gathered the eggs, rode the horses, rode the plasma cars, and fell in love with his Grandpa.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670146062622378562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYewpZluFzmgXMI0Lm6Ec5AIqXr5mGPGKqSVxKDjfx5olXo8ZMz-sMzbeifYabTvUGMKB-2rv44JMSouSwZSBjifRSO-TYSMyew1xp3HiEuLIWjyC5Muh-cKU5XpWqEc0HxHvWT6WQdcFh/s400/Summer+2011+002.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670147962076130242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbLxOMRueOfxLTHEp7-f9HxKFAnlFgeesjfNrBsr4ImNip2yu9txak7YNCi_6XAvdTtefMH5ZcMWO7lJ_JQ2uDvWk3dPgXlaQwyQCVBtJJBv0ReZhHQuQvFhg9EKa5ckFbS6FW9rETlIC/s400/Summer+2011+017.JPG" /><br />I went on a beautiful horse ride with my dad up Fairview canyon. I must say it took awhile to get used to riding a horse again, and I was unexpectedly sore the next day. But it was so fun riding horses again!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670152330418506210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qwDiT9ZrCt4yPDdIUclABugMudfFEopzRlAgqd2aUj8Z3xuSSqeFn8mFDFk945mvqwkndkSRr-3da6aSZPhERW_giztfQJfprRvYmouF3PGVDMeqnPynIi8SUcOdJlFpXItPCz9twn-9/s400/Summer+2011+018.JPG" /><br />We went to Tepanyaki Steak House with our friends from PA school, and sadly none of us remembered to take a picture. We had so much fun with them.<br /><br />Sarah and Blake got married, and the ceremony was absoltely beautiful. It was great that we got to be with them on their special day.<br /><br />I ran my first 5k while we were there, and just yesterday I ran my second. Times haven't been posted yet but I'm hoping I beat my previous time.</div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670159144057038370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ6MDJg_nH4li1dImDD7692CvWGHdYLofY0lpnlQmzLx12LK561l-lkYw91a6WAKOrh-_X16DqvQPmORNOD0yBpKB7nPL5NtR0F5fGI5vronNR8lsmQXguGOFgeNjKF1e98NOQq2Wo755/s400/643.jpg" /><br />We also got together with the old house boys from BYU. We barbequed, played football, and got shakes at Artic Circle. Then we watched the game at my sister's house.<br /><br />Liam turned 1 on Sept. 20th! We celebrated with cake and presents. He is such an easy going kid and follows Zo everywhere, even though Zo beats up on him a lot. He is always smiling and always on the go. He loves to play with Zo, especially in the rocks. He can say a few words like ma ma, da da, bye, and hi. I think he has also started saying, "What's this?" He loves to play the piano and had started to dance. He is a determined little guy and already will practice something until he masters it. He did that with walking and going down stairs. I love him so much!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670153751474054002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7Vfx8eOQIti_-IuGXmJxtzLz3AHFzBncQNO8cy4ZK-T0S7Nq8X_UPCSsGIcuFM3WxEMQaYsj0w244HB1UK2afgQoIF_aumEkVUFzwlJSChQYjudgQQKMYzArckiIrTseL85UaBUU9gWX/s400/Summer+2011+026.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670155096508237986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5X6Mx1ETvaYo1Ncqr7H6sVTrSPIy1X9m7OUo0MSAp_Y7qq7K9CSHfvxlo9y67C1X3e36ixBukQE9OzIHI3J5A3lwL5X49N64Lq8oGzXJzW6tku60bzIxv-r5pv-wk6ZEu8Ggr-PiiNwjc/s400/Summer+2011+046.JPG" /><br />I planned the Branch Halloween Party, and it went very well. We did a pot luck dinner, a gag raffle, fishing for prizes for the kids, a cake walk, and a trunk or treat. I made homemade root beer, caramel popcorn, and cupcakes that had little ghosts on the top made out of meringue. Zo was a cowboy and Liam was a Karate kid.<br /></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670151093545920338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglSv-g9qSe_KYvAQ1Hp6NyjvaqBFJ1bYq1MZcc8Fj0nFJlaI9dsmwEnqQ9uThn4ruiLJi3jBzLZcNQN9c_82c9kjk5X7R8r2iCtqvUkCB4Vxnq8Hb5cYQs_s_KxWN9xLOCgmkW_wTD4mu/s400/Summer+2011+076.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My neighbor brought me tons of tomatoes this summer so I canned like crazy. I canned 14 quarts of tomato soup, 4 quarts and 3 pints of salsa, 3 quarts and 5 pints of chili sauce, 2 quarts crushed tomatoes, 3 quarts and 2 pints of spaghetti sauce. Plus I made a big batch of fresh salsa. I learned that as the jalepenos sit in the salsa they get hotter. Brother Harris was sweating as he ate it at the pot luck. He said he would have kept eating but he ran out of napkins to wipe of the sweat. Lorenzo described it as so innocent looking, but it's defintely not baby food. (Our friend, Blanca, says that if food isn't hot it's like baby food.) </div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-41739555647747059632011-05-22T13:09:00.000-07:002011-05-22T17:34:33.991-07:00Entertaining Liam<p>No one can make Liam laugh as hard as Zo can...</p><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyNM2DfvvwW2nUX2OsAxxCM9TfgRPWLqbw0uXuB2uWflrL8uieCJcu33XuqEEk8VeYZep5z_FXuvMcf2dSNcg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-87864200784840238372011-04-27T11:19:00.000-07:002011-04-27T12:18:37.867-07:00Recent Romney HappeningsI'll start with Zo getting his new bed a little while back. Liam was outgrowing the pack 'n play, so that meant Zo got booted out of his crib. He has done very well adjusting! It was fun going with Nancy to pick out his bedding, mattress, dresser, and nightstand. His walls are still bare, but that way they match the rest of the house:) I will decorate my walls someday, there are so many things to buy that it all just takes time! <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600342689129055474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLKxvjIQM8ZjzucQvXvhyfDWkSRBtVixtMp6tXa67PK-_vFCSQYoS63ZBx_zSyrtCySUWQTljU3qiDUnOJQtgTQVwMMfoxLckSeS7sJ1FCCLrJFBl7GxC_qoFA9D34LTFTeQ08pdWAfr6/s400/April+201+121.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>A few pictures of Liam:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600344517567576146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrh7lh1mMg-y0cCikMTEluK87lxRFtwmWHNHkUlOIFDfRmfzkogmWB7UJFF7zH0pzifnwCepEfhaCVek_WHtnRViHFH6er1r_YjKE26On1hnLjplicr6WZcZ8WDKyEAxWkZO9B4fyxh6a/s400/April+201+098.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600343598918435298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvVauxunObUAsWYf7pwP632KTgc2xvB_93piEyLwicqCjrZLRELWu-pKAKX5pEfq6o1bX-poh52YVsjAyroiSMHiPpA3_P2_LN8HlZhXrLyE503UzEUJ_0oZx10LLKBZ6KvRkuizA1cUn/s400/April+201+129.JPG" /> A rad tech that Miles works with had a play set that her kids had outgrown, and so she was wanting to sell it. It is pretty cute, and she gave us a pretty good deal. So two Saturday's ago Zo got a play set, and has really enjoyed it so far. Loves the slide, hates the swings. He had a good time helping his dad put it together.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600341806801335122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnAMM9RV5tM5Ph5pd8JOAv2wKew-mETJh5Nf03PdgtrYwgFirhwFh9bfP4uxhNRlK1E1O5oOo-4Rp_rbN3xoWCq1hKgZOtdMA1QjX90KuCgnu28EVdKBcBb588GlhN5OXCrGRrUvhYaoH/s400/April+201+138.JPG" /></div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600340676439091074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPqqwA9J_fkuTulCbe3gdJ4Ap1SOG0pqSOejJ_r4cak22w9v93zE_8B8C6_oIIxclwXF-mpfXIKsuY6hKBAAxCapfUgf4MAFPabZQ-r4KtK1EaTdoqhW6KD8VMMB_B0YxOXMGVYKhEszx/s400/April+201+146.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Then came Easter and we had a good time on Saturday. We started with an Easter egg hunt, which Zo quickly got the hang of and had a lot of fun. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600339571778839778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HlztyDpz2qakSuXL9-c9zVH0cWbsvhIzUR82bPtIDID55PhlMp_rdtnSKmpTu-gSAIJOEXZ4FZ-2IV0trI2Q2317EcjlkRFtZecMNqTQch1iygJ7vMn9DiqxK6YYznFyKzU6R2lHXwOY/s200/April+201+165.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600338637846387330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34rTO1OdmXC2hahSO6p6UYZ679cJ6d9sHWIiV9TjEtqDoeyw-gESMnzXi6UMYouSX4Laurfm5ONyoJxJyBaunvAkqJ0mPLHhrzB3ZrjcIYpEnU5F3R-9yBkBtKwpwOoLI6eTyBlAQ8anA/s200/April+201+171.JPG" /> </div><br /><br /><div>About 2/3 the way through he opened an egg and realized they were filled with candy! Best day ever! ("Until Halloween" Miles replied)</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600335488043503986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtnzg9fxt7LmvVUArutgfnhyDA6S5akgy937DatxdsukuvFmOUsKqhxib0lLV10TALaiME2WAO2VX1FPc91wFL_6T_duI6Q73qfbaLsQWh9yI4ruzSVbxWRoUA8zR2rOjh0qyE9_QaqoN/s200/April+201+177.JPG" /> The rest of Saturday was spent out in the yard. We took a whole bunch of garbage to the dump, Miles tilled and filled the holes left by the U-Haul last year and planted grass on those patches.<br /><br /><br /><p>As for Easter Sunday, the morning was a little crazy. Here's why:</p><br /><p>6:15 - Zo wakes up and I lay in bed with him until 7 trying to get back to sleep. Did he fall back asleep? No.</p><br /><p>7:15 - Liam wakes up. I feed and dress him. Then I cut up the Rice Krispie treats for primary. </p><br /><p>8:10 - About to get in the shower when I check my phone. I see that I have a new email, and a new email on Sunday morning is never good. The pianist is sick so now I have to play for Sacrament. (We had a meeting that morning, so we have to leave by 9:00). I am now frantic as I start to try and practice all the hymns for that day. And as you know, piano is not my strong instrument. I practice for about 20 min. until I absolutely have to get ready. What gets left behind? A shower. Who needs them anyway?</p><br /><p>Needless to say we did not get an Easter family picture, and now I'm really sad. We have no family pictures. I think we have one, and that was on Liam's blessing day. So pathetic! Sadly, me playing for sacrament, doing sharing time, making treats for primary, and playing piano for primary is not an unusual Sunday. I don't mind it that much, I just would appreciate some notice when I have to play!</p><br /><p>After church we went to Nancy & Lorenzo's for Easter dinner. It was so yummy! Nancy made her famous roast, potatoes & gravy, corn, peas, and rolls. After dinner we colored Easter eggs because we didn't have time Friday night or on Saturday. Zo had a ton of fun!!<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600334260466318194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uv4U1Do_hXFyUGWvDgDtdzHkhn88dKLcP7waRP3O5IEfjcuW2onHdNljXVEA39P3lzy83QTPCW_auOB3xCLXo9fBrf0OLkPF3GA3G8dKDY_HZCozDLeWZgo2wBcFesEIWaP7moNUUOr2/s200/April+201+184.JPG" /> </div></div></div></div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-26594742274625010002011-02-14T13:16:00.000-08:002011-02-14T14:42:36.532-08:00Happy Birthday to my little Valentine!Although we celebrated yesterday, today is Zo's birthday. He is 2 years old now! I just can't believe he's already a full-blown toddler (except for when he throws his tantrums - then I believe it). To celebrate his birthday many of the Romney family came over to our house. Jen, Jared, Adelyn, and JR couldn't make it because they have been deathly ill. We are sad that they are sick, and I know Zo loves his cousins and would have had a lot of fun with them. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>We played with Zo and his new ball that Nanny gave him until dinner time. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667580933286898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMYG1xPkgRHn06EB0Ec79oBrFZfXb5WwzM1tYrUrdN1cQP2-eAUrZzj_dsXma_uoFNyf7HSAU9Jg-2b3i3DZ2PsPIFQ4Ds0G9huV0nXuDieWS4S_k5dKwXOUw5o9BDhfcQIkUEny_tmqN/s200/Video+47+0+00+18-31.jpg" /></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573666788823677298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kNiHks_sZTLCdGU2staryog1wQ65khdJaq65dTQ40IiqRIdc_CeT_AcGerBtHmak_M-mdx0vjIbrGzZHhfY7RaPnXad_TofTm_ut7AcX3LMxyflUwuohgVgdzRF3wCR6eudCn-UvuvgX/s200/Video+46+0+00+01-46.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573666792232613634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO8eqsgkcKBSi9HTY8TUFmVVgOsrNhnXSIRiRZ8WrOHc5rlK5OlFlHNdSzKthAxH2PI95IV-Hvm-f19ikSfHHiW6oSaUCN2_ObA7Uucpbkv9HdzDyZ_ZNboxsfEjOetflqZyg9cPzb9aJ/s200/Video+47+0+00+04-40.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center">Zo got hit with the ball so he...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573666795726427762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_jg5E8lpFiEsBzr13VWbDPPeP4515b5lN2U_m0aZrWeU6gyElSX5v0yRp1qEl_jUXYi98EIOcoynhqybi3SRZDZvQVWAwqWCJ_ebGROedkO1Jfn_aRpvD51VeaGlMe_VBX4rNJ2SAB7w/s200/Video+44+0+00+12-42.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center">tried to hit Naomi...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573666798680401970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdtPaltzYsO2QHtpzVI8Aen8eiXmpdkIsdYHulqCP_dHt7KsT9IKLFxiN5gBNqWaED5nCQ0v5Wx_42mZQBe1j4VQrJbSNkOd9S_8rCFFzBh4pFKOipwXNxJaTf7OGA7mQcOFNHPQ1SgQi/s200/Video+46+0+00+09-13.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center">then hit Julie. (Sorry Julie!)</div><br /><div>For dinner Lorenzo cooked his spaghetti, which Zo throughly enjoyed as usual. Then we opened presents, ate cake, ice cream, and cupcakes. The cake was my first attempt at doing a creative/themed cake. It turned out okay. I thought it was gross with the sprinkles and stuff on top which is why I made the cupcakes too. (Those were good:) )</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573666783075766162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjHb4rh35syIgdGl04hBZuEz4NwMDemGzDAnBLpg1z-59qP1tvY_-qop6sCQCbPwFJHlBZobXNbjW2Ws-euEkFQURgLaJfPUJoE-ByrFlWD7HpJ0Gwa26F0KEaKOp_bmBqPxfGVmrlXal/s200/Video+43+0+00+06-41.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667575437536098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuUAfocU1UFfNC1FtBC1ld7hzanMUQiG_sddnRfg7NhfvtbB1HiAFkv_37L1MJYNmtoB60bNy5gXDVzGNqlZhzCo4voHTMZL81gNpLLPcbCd8cQ0FdkYK6zu4VisWzanKZIqpbMJbQhRu/s200/Video+64+0+00+17-49.jpg" /><br /><div>Zo got some really great presents from his loving family. Thank you everyone for your love and gifts!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573675218748921154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3cRQKG6DcW5rS7i-2h_V2EZx_NvYy2E2tMR_fMX5wuI3D0fpRNotXIElZXMLLYSR4L-BwMRi7iZsDSb2O7P7za2ZXv24spXrqk4DZzYz_ZwX51H6j6Xi_VdvGruhbq3grBPV1gGCVdYl/s200/Video+52+0+00+06-26.jpg" /></div><div>Lots of REALLY cute clothes (that he desperately needed) from Nanny.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573675222842310978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2X1ZXo7uKN3RgOzENBOblIoH1q0L_ySqzgID0sbSsqeSnPv7WWrlkolV7L-_VKIgVfAzQHm4WO5ECGIXjkYJscnv_ZYD-WQ4DASSVHAQnSYM7r62miLkvV9KwoadXcRueeUT0jeLZCMnI/s200/Video+57+0+00+12-22.jpg" /></div><div>A lovable, soft Buzz Light Year with blanket (that he took to bed that night:) ) from Benjamin and Kalie. </div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667598607049314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJaDU8pao1-P2WCIC08ee-1td1hCfaPD2OjAxl8hbpqAZuxdIJTaIsH4Ra8Y-Ix8-yC8HuTpiUgg9Eg6aVc6h8Ve5cYPoG_PhedTIjZGGR-qD-k96DpzYNCwCYl4YueEloXoGY94dNUEU/s200/Video+55+0+00+19-59.jpg" /><br />Books and a cool flashlight toy from Jen, Jared, Adelyn, and JR.</div><div></div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573672042920230642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtx6nYfKAp56E5tJQw27RoTo_SokyWYT47KYsq3j509utvZn-Ivy44h9SK-uEBJ_UcxrnzWNACQ6EQfuXRICT_foPtOLBPP54gZ7RPDCXXurEKnc2AL8_isRHIJxdvlkFFb_ZFHgeTMAaZ/s200/Video+60+0+01+05-41.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573672050000166658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3Li24mKJUR3wotKnpvMBOuFvFwWAF7q9oRL8cTPyOrX6d-GP89aoYV7yUdOdbYWk56bIax6Gl9NsGWseOWmCDi64qgxddLXuwYVkaJ_wgYA0lSzwyc0EPEtIlWMqPWOATMg81-6Ipbq7/s200/Video+60+0+01+08-16.jpg" /></div><div>Tricycle!!!! From Grandma and Grandpa Olsen<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667589677329906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsDxRZBgygRpdsfqTwMNNOCk_o98Q3l5OEEZAxLezbz2_8DyMwfULN5LO2kqLCB2zFCufpH17eLHkuAXls3SR08rIA-Yu8Gk76U_5OQoVR5wKdiCA3_WklPaXeaK4eyg-zZJ4f2uPX4e-/s200/Video+49+0+00+48-49.jpg" /></div><br /><div>A kid's pinic table with an umbrella from Mommy and Daddy</div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667583862562258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-s3Nptl1yxlG8rrLVXpAXl_yv4eg9w1wg6gwwRSDkRUwtOuDjEU5I9OXbR0kdCR1eA8GqR1Fr-aIph_kOUixabq75nS5wIIqG4JUZv1GUR1s9_GX1z81IrHz7yTO6gWi0GY-k4DozuYC/s200/Video+49+0+00+32-48.jpg" /></div></div><br /><div><div>The bummer part was that by the end of his birthday celebration he had croup. I'm glad we celebrated a day early. Otherwise his birthday would not have very fun.<br /></div><div>Zo is such a funny kid. He loves to clean. He gets upset if I take out the garbage without letting him help. When he makes a mess he gets out a rag and wipes it up. He can't sit on his high chair if it's dirty. It must be cleaned first! </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573669762857285442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF72dTNZFIAxaTCZRUrtHmHk_2ZdNUa1VBoY8miC6b9KohTbkxGJhITOWT79K-pYlcTW6jdZuGLc3-vfLyxUE0vpbPHpQV7vID47OyLrW_AqYclh2V2NDRiRRhyuCkHzI8lgnS5HsYVOt9/s200/Video+19+0+00+22-15.jpg" /><br /><div>He now loves his movies which include: How to Train Your Dragon, Toy Story 3, Over the Hedge, and Beauty & the Beast. He likes to watch "Super Why", "Sid, the Science Kid" (I'm so proud:) ), and "The Cat in the Hat". He likes Elmo, but otherwise does not like Seasame Street. He's starting to like coloring and will get into the drawer, get the crayons, some paper, and start drawing. He loves to count, but usually can't make it past one. He just says, "One" over and over again while you keep counting the stairs, toes, fingers, or whatever. (This can easily throw you off when trying to remember how many cups of flour you've added.) </div><br /><div>He loves to all kinds of balls. Love to kick them, throw them, roll them, and spin them.<br /><br /></div><div>He LOVES cars. When he sees a truck or car pass on the road he says, "Beep, beep!". When we're in the parking lot and he sees a car he says, "Owie." This is because I tell him he has to hold my hand when we're in the parking lot because the cars can give him a big owie. He also knows that knives, lighters, and scissors are also owies. That still doesn't stop him from bringing them to me. </div><div>He loves to help with the dishes. I think he likes this one because he gets to play in the water in the sink. </div><div>All animals roar, with the exception of pigs and monkeys. He's starting to make their noises.</div><div></div><div>When he's scared he starts to pant and take really shallow breaths.</div><div>He loves Liam and likes to help. He will bring me Liam's pacifier and blanket. If Liam kicks of his blanket, Zo will go and put it back on him. Everything Liam does is, "foounny". <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573669775449916754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUc6tIGCwr7PBIqpXkJcnV02wZlCn_UlB4HPiErEZ00U0PprbPJL7ktAcDw82vX_x3c50l27BBTZa9Ii5AWA-UdL5z7H_ReV1xTDvUbYV5n2UvgsXwUKtlSOsJhNZ7YTOQiMA9Ujq3P63/s200/Video+20+0+00+19-15.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573669771613769010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetBqjhm2QFEWgcZbtnC43r7zzgUtvzkPumeGzzTt4KGpqjE-bxNzqifTLotj_mWASyBy7xq9Wrkwu5kGXabYHS77I6GoWDEhl0x3EEUgnHPYc8_Ouf2jEQgfUf0_kLgdeRSw5mgqTh9zG/s200/Video+20+0+00+00-01.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573669778452955378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNosXOnyg1Y_sPBIBRRZrot3x2mtBtU4QQkwqzwfLRrZjedJgg7mVz0ztYimcEb1oVB_J4Z5fsMe-4igWOPQUhLA9ByQfxP2f16HwAXO0sYYC7xhUUeBN3f3hXe_2l55TQLdKDQWklIuJ9/s200/Video+26+0+00+02-51.jpg" /></div><br /><div>Zo LOVES his daddy and calls for him all the time during the day. He points at Miles' chair and says, "Daddy". Same with the front door, Miles' glasses, shoes, and other things Zo manages to find of Miles'. </div><br /><div>Zo is obessessed with shoes. He is always trying to put his on him, mine on him, mine on me, or his on Liam. Last night when everyone was starting to leave, somehow he knew which shoes belonged to who. He got Jacob's shoes and brought them to him. He did the same with Julie's and Kalie's (I think). He loves to go outside and finally when it was slightly warm yesterday was so happy to be outside without his little fingers being in danger of frost bite.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573669758592776658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlnkpP3UH7h1WF0Jy2CluzzuwkWLNBnf4sUg3Fb3NOJ1PPxJnXwqHi9fhUORTjzGkFcV1yNcV2AQScF_EelMddU9Zzi-YMKQvx2KV9bV0oOdCveLKkPustjmdv4Rwf_rdymASgWrr3XiL/s200/Video+18+0+00+01-32.jpg" /><br />I love this kid so much, as I know Miles does. My dad used to always tell me I would never know how much he loved me until I had children of my own. He was so right. Of course I love my parents, but the love that a parent has for their child is different. You are constantly serving that little person by doing EVERYTHING for them which results is a kind of love that is so deep and powerful that it makes me tear up just thinking about how much I love him. Happy Birthday Zo!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-63943374460150489902010-12-29T19:24:00.000-08:002010-12-29T19:35:53.870-08:00This is why I hate bakingSo lately I have been baking more, and thinking that it's not so bad. Mind you I mean <em>baking,</em> NOT cooking<em>. </em>But today I was reminded of why baking makes me sooooo mad.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556312906463853842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SyP6ACo9bWeDrIad6A9blfKi_0KPrx9zvXyydmGPAqmbcyS0ugRto-hYysd7Teijmlc_CvhUGjoHMDn46MgUSA1alPtD1EMcB4VfS8w3nJYMv4mDg4sAPHTsJrQB9Sz5Cf8rnaZZfXGn/s400/End+of+Dec.+2010+004.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556312903727670098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlfBV0BvfluclVLrIyhv2DYaOP03pA7lmiJqBmhjbV07Uy2by9kIRmN0pzNtr2mWUnjE7pEpsgX54XcTE83zEzANu_3oEYw3tHjU3IeVpSGs45CKfKO1W0rwLv853Inq5Df2-jYd2KOdp/s400/End+of+Dec.+2010+003.JPG" /><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Today is Miles' birthday. Happy Birthday sweetie! So for his birthday I am making his absolute favorite cake that his mom always made. It is really good, but it takes FOREVER. Nancy says she used to start the cake 3 days before Miles' birthday. So as you can see from the picture the cake did not come out of the pan, and now it is totally ruined! Crying, screaming, and cursing are all things I wanted to do. What are my options? Not having the cake or trying again tomorrow. I guess attempt #2 will start early tomorrow morning. So to everyone that's coming over tomorrow I apologize if I'm a little on the grumpy side. </div><div> </div><div>P.S. Miles, I hope you know how much I love you if I'm attempting to bake this cake again! </div><div>P.S.S If anyone wants to get me those cake pans where the bottom comes off for my birthday, I'd be okay with that. </div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-77708487745164419822010-12-01T10:54:00.000-08:002010-12-01T11:11:55.616-08:00What happens when I'm in the shower...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijytZO-3uyc5-XZhV5mAtAg2aZeyCuckLVDIPHldNHpbEhaV2mW-s5LPdPhbISjzmTNQBMMTXjwTSdg9PSJAmeiKnQcfiWRoez7L7mykSXMCkKeoiNbXiJFHPz_XYIi85X4B62eqJK3NFV/s1600/DSC00587+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545793174906021170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijytZO-3uyc5-XZhV5mAtAg2aZeyCuckLVDIPHldNHpbEhaV2mW-s5LPdPhbISjzmTNQBMMTXjwTSdg9PSJAmeiKnQcfiWRoez7L7mykSXMCkKeoiNbXiJFHPz_XYIi85X4B62eqJK3NFV/s400/DSC00587+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJ5dOEwHAKuvt4gzsNzplvuMoKTZ1W8V0sjbF51pmG6prLfNjWiVdu2L_e6yChSc-R967so8oTLXGGYalnROGSQdgkQzLo9gbVVZyXlkPYd5hnGeSU3HUy497VzumKQ0j1Rqhpoj3ekcc/s1600/DSC00587.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Yep, this is what I found when I emerged from my nice, hot, relaxing shower. Usually Zo is kicking the bathroom door, anxiously waiting for me to come out of the shower. Today was different. It was quiet when I was done. As all you mothers know, that means TROUBLE! And it did. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These are the thoughts/feelings that came through my mind:</div><br /><ul><br /><li>I'm a little mad at all the food that he wasted. </li><br /><li>What a mess!! I hate cleaning up eggs!</li><br /><li>At least it wasn't on the carpet - Adelyn!</li><br /><li>Can I really blame him? He sees me cooking all the time where I get to crack open the eggs and stir them around. What doesn't look fun about that?</li><br /><li>Holy cow he is getting tall. Those eggs were way up on the counter, and he managed to reach up there and pull them down. </li></ul></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-18288277289952412972010-11-22T18:27:00.000-08:002010-11-22T19:34:58.827-08:008 months later...Yes, I know, it's been 8 months. But in my defense my internet is ridiculously slow at uploading pictures, and pictures are the main reason most people look at blogs. (At least that's my main reason.) Now, thanks to Jen's infinite wisdom, I found out that you can upload multiple pics at a time so I can do something else while they load.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>Most of the people that might look at my blog probably already know what's going on in my life, but for those who don't here's a quick update...</div><div> </div><div>The biggest news is obviously the new addition to our family, Liam Ammon Romney, who was born on Sept. 20th. Before the delivery I was so nervous that I was going to have a hard labor like I did with Zo. Everyone kept telling me that it was going to be so different since it was my second and the tracks have been greased. (That's how my father-in-law put it.) I didn't really believe him, but he knows what he's talking about because it was such a different experience!! It was so much easier which in turn made my recovery so much faster. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542573224362711138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfYE4joFhIraHSpF3gAXbexX_3rt9NeEnjrATBkDXwzs03QEXCi1otccq-TMspyNU8nHkX-kOcOKaTdB1I2gwoo7-s1AKPuD8wWI8qRkweH6vOwNxsLnVBFdZVSOLwrI5txEgQWE5fwly/s320/DSC07189.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542573252458206050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWcmj-gUK8zXlzLL_hSwtDyMXkzQ22bJqTiRuCJ58AH1bAxqNYqx72xZT32z2q_3hdGuHoA7Jqo4qGV8lOXAUc8etMI-_4j9HtLhgEZeJ_JKYMHo77WoxI2JnuXraL1P55OJwgtIWpA96/s320/November+2010+207.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542576244936396770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ6TNdOdgLvsoNtHQSucmVujEkwo4Jbr5fkbXEGFJEGJdeI4-3d4LsZVzHFCbU1Aw6RnC1lllm3ICojKNZAnbcXVRS88oFRa-a6MWWTS-wmCXmnNkv5fDqGUdzvlUXH9zkmPJv4CYCk_N/s320/November+2010+217.JPG" /><br />Liam's baby blessing went so well. Miles gave a wonderful blessing. My sister, Floris, and her family came from Saint Louis to the blessing. Floris and I got to play "A Poor Wayfarying Man of Grief" for the special musical number. It was really fun to play her. Her son, David, is getting to be quite the photographer. He took those pictures below.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542580166675030114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5h2W6UZP49L-0XNMvt9JJC-eNU3SPkprmizl-RfRtDv1_1yQV30IRM6bQWZ5sO3wLpDgwXbCL40i_HXtxYTHu596hJQtR7hwaaR6MgeF4gVG-1-AfDrxFAGJAJGj2FGpfU7TB1N14fSg/s320/David+pics.jpg" /></div><div><div>He is a very good baby, and we just love having him around. Zo definitely went through and is still going through a somewhat rough adjustment period. He can get pretty ticked off when he can't have my attention right when he wants it. But he's getting better. He is already a protective big brother. Yesterday, at church, someone was touching Liam's head and Zo leaped over to slap the person's hand away. I guess only certain people can touch his brother! </div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542573237813925666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkl1PLBhBy4M21r-lKUAgLeTrhGX5nKRt-wcSaVem6I2mYRy9Q3GAKvwSRtLyclG1xqE_W_ouTd2PDfzTJHnoeFbFZw7FAMcEEAmf9PyrJyLdDl8kKN9Tq62-he-Auf2la65J_tWAXiOd/s320/DSC07231.JPG" /> Zo likes to share with Liam. So cute, except for when it's a quarter that he's trying to shove in Liam's mouth.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542576238294557810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRkg11gykmwEjua3FePWPjqdcilhIIfmI2RnW1-I1UEHyY05w1jfPsoDpg-hoh2CEjK6Q15yFSDl9_Y1rIbk71XsOKz96xw_yDqbZJelbi2sIu0UfLSKBsd-1RNpexLeznm__z9vrxZig/s320/November+2010+203.JPG" /><br /><div></div><div>Zo is quite the vegetable eater. He won't eat a lot of things, but he'll eat his green beans, tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, and most fruits. Here's him eating a whole tomato. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542582314156326002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipE223E0JlrLvWgIDEa-59ZYobYHv8rpe0_bt-19ST-NZXwK4C_CObynfadXykmE_9GCuYA0eAoGO_IfiHL2Ag6bH7YDmtSlrtLoImcerQRUBrEhCHocVrEXOmprL9drFnKeHaqVgUnXN/s320/November+2010+222.JPG" /> <div></div><br /><div>He also likes to clean. Too bad he like making messes more.</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542580159461768626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgumkMugfGP-sZ1Lqoz_cNm8psD1ZkA6KlhsMbKWQAFuICc0WrlMeDpqymuXLkk0Hb6TGmr4wCZ0dLIoVgM0JhlF5eU1tH7B6oiMZfp8K0I5SOfG3WPeG_xWEt20qxr-gUyHSEszHDlUokM/s320/November+2010+238.JPG" /> <div>In other exciting news, at least for me, I bought a new car!! Miles told me I could get whatever car I want (within financial reason). Who could ask for a nicer husband! So I got the brand spakin' new 2011 GMC Terrain with leather seats, sunroof, programable lift gate, rearview camera, and more. I absolutely LOVE it!! I haven't had a car in over a year. Our '93 Honda just wasn't trustworthy. I didn't want it to break down with me and two kids in the car. So with my new found freedom I go to the gym every morning and to the store whenever I want!!</div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542576252574778610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEONPuApSxvJN74GQYke2uOzEVP-REP_0B2RqI8r-erEwR-zvhl9cZhiOluyILMegbPNaxn0btRJrsw5_AsXsr4IHatqxhQ10gQFU_uuQTleFBIs3VbrM2S-BoZTlMDEnhWsAFj6NEaCS/s320/November+2010+242.JPG" /></div><br /><div>This month was also our Primary program, and somehow with only one practice we pulled it off. But apparently we believe in the same organism that existed in the primitive church. It was a little bit of a challenge filling the time since we only have about 12 kids in the whole primary. Just a little different than my sister's ward in Lehi that has over 200. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542567576446525186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HMgv8TAeZz9Xs1hkgh5wvOl2KiceDSfEmNb6g6c2Zx48UpGcJ7rLQ465zANDDe0NmQP8pXqi9qQsggubEOfagaOmv3MfkZkcwvJzBYl-lQLsWctz0Angb_qexedHdaNHZRrN7KlGyjAl/s320/DSC07277.JPG" /> <div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-45474922250819018602010-03-12T10:08:00.000-08:002010-03-12T10:23:28.460-08:00One Mistake I'll Never Make Again...<p align="left"><a href="http://www.thelocal.se/blogs/bostonblatte/files/2009/09/highway-robbery.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.thelocal.se/blogs/bostonblatte/files/2009/09/highway-robbery.jpg" /></a></p>I feel robbed. Robbed by H&R Block. I went there thinking they would be fairly inexpensive, fast, and easy. It was pretty fast, but the guy who did my taxes didn't know what some of the terms meant on the questionaire and had never done the sale of a house. Annoyed, yes, but he brought someone over who did know what they were doing to help. <br />After about an hour we were finished, and he told me how much I owed. I'm not even going to tell you how much because I feel ashamed that I didn't ask about their fees upfront and just assumed they would be reasonable. Let's just say it was A LOT! So now I'm pretty mad because this is seriously dipping into my valuable tax refund. <br />Today I decided to call the manager and give her a little piece of my mind. All she did was give me some lame excuse about coporate not lowering the fees, no matter how much they beg them. I told her how incompetant "Daniel" was, and how I am telling everyone how awful H&R Block is. Did she do anything to remedy the situation? Nope. Hence I'm spreading the word... <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">Don't ever go to H&R Block! Ever!!!</span> <br /><br />And that's all.celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-75009425168376221492010-02-11T13:40:00.000-08:002010-02-11T13:50:03.152-08:00Baby StepsOn Monday Zo took his first steps! It was so exciting! I had tried to get him to walk before, but he would just stand for a few seconds and then sit down. I think he was trying to impress his aunt Rebekah because when she came and visited, he magically walked! Here are two very short clips of him from last night. <br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwZ91XBhKpxePoxohdshYrNUHg90JTHl_vDI6AZQbKLlOFkBhOuEXW9gMdxJD-Fad8elA6mdCpwQ0PUV-ltkw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzg0qa6oeiQMEJ9UQi_U2UxIisaevBBc7hxTJMfRZgQ2D3yTB3xExEsD2d6lQT7CjrmViF5b4o_OP6Zce0tVw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-73005647794903349442010-02-03T18:00:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:20:38.647-08:00The Mart<a href="http://www.natmcorp.com/images/NebraskaFurniturePhoto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.natmcorp.com/images/NebraskaFurniturePhoto.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>On Saturday I finally went to Nebraska Furniture Mart, which I've been wanting to do for months. I went with Miles, Zo, Jen, Jared, Adelyn, and JR. We walk in and immediately we see the best vacuum ever made - the Dyson Ball DC25 (which I bought a few months ago). Miles only knew that I had spent "a lot". He saw the price tag and said, "You spent that much on a VACUUM?!?!" Thankfully Jen was there to justify my purchase and explain that you can either buy a crappy $200 vacuum every 2 years because it breaks so easily and quickly, OR you can buy a nice vacuum that will last a minumum of 10 years. At our last house we had a central vac, and I hardly ever vacuumed because the carpet attachment stopped working after about 8 months of living there. I have probably already vacuumed twice as much in the past 2 months as I did the whole 2 years we were in Idaho. I love my Dyson.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://image12.bizrate-images.com/resize?sq=160&uid=867416784" /></div><div>Anyway, back to The Mart. It was so fabulous, I can't even tell you how much fun this store is. It is HUGE! We were there for 1 1/2 hours and probably only saw 30% of the stuff. We found an office chair, TV, projector, and sectional that we want. All for really good prices too. I also found out that our last couch chafed Jen's arms, so we had to make sure to get Jen's approval on every couch we sat on to ensure it wouldn't chafe her arms like our previous one. </div><br /><div></div><div>I love Nebraska Furniture Mart and want to go back and spend many more hours. Hopefully next time I go I'll have some money and I can actually buy something.<br /></div><div>I also have to thank the men for coming with us and being really good sports. You're the best!</div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-83314086434994590442010-01-29T18:56:00.000-08:002010-01-29T19:05:30.254-08:00Come Back!<a href="http://www.msu.edu/~aslocum/sun/sun1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.msu.edu/~aslocum/sun/sun1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I just feel the need to say that I REALLY miss the sun, and I REALLY want it to come back. I'm so depressed from all these cloudy days where I never see the sun. Plus it's freakin' cold here. So sun, please come back! </div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-48220234309729040442010-01-26T10:47:00.001-08:002010-01-26T10:57:02.455-08:00Mess Maker, Mess Maker, Make Me a Mess...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBRCh47H89fCXSYpce4sWqX81FsmgD4MjPBhTHTkOAK4NJCruW_Uq8GdRmcKsoPW4cf95e5leBPDZ1xoum-X02fxSGtVSXrzoIMhjd-ULXDBa_Yty7YD-hCGNsAo3KLLLnA9z-p68A3kX/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+097+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123354758937778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBRCh47H89fCXSYpce4sWqX81FsmgD4MjPBhTHTkOAK4NJCruW_Uq8GdRmcKsoPW4cf95e5leBPDZ1xoum-X02fxSGtVSXrzoIMhjd-ULXDBa_Yty7YD-hCGNsAo3KLLLnA9z-p68A3kX/s320/Dec09-Jan10+097+-+Copy.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">He loves to shred the toilet paper into little tiny pieces. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRTJLD6smuNbJTvgMKOLgzHz8H3AyWFV1acNF7kmnrEyya0SjY0PAahudhUzVimSe6dpwB_Ej9pJ42ZDh4N5CkgmgBL6Y_NAL5JDdeGtaDeF0eEQXkXj1nO4PPPxKc7gxijO0s9FFfzfM/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123031571641314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRTJLD6smuNbJTvgMKOLgzHz8H3AyWFV1acNF7kmnrEyya0SjY0PAahudhUzVimSe6dpwB_Ej9pJ42ZDh4N5CkgmgBL6Y_NAL5JDdeGtaDeF0eEQXkXj1nO4PPPxKc7gxijO0s9FFfzfM/s320/Dec09-Jan10+075.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Definitely his favorite cupboard.</span> </div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-52954227829993048702010-01-26T10:23:00.000-08:002010-01-26T10:46:58.466-08:00Zo, Zo, Zo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbErzdPwCmNW05_3EAKZjsUySH0JDugMYDrlKc91123ZzNJnKo-Jztb7FWFd6uuriUnmspFBQOOVOTSGehcHYO0xXV7CIOr4G65VNOF3ZSsSa0xRlKJ523g05yWlyRDqxB87VmxWFmCMV/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431120042694905234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbErzdPwCmNW05_3EAKZjsUySH0JDugMYDrlKc91123ZzNJnKo-Jztb7FWFd6uuriUnmspFBQOOVOTSGehcHYO0xXV7CIOr4G65VNOF3ZSsSa0xRlKJ523g05yWlyRDqxB87VmxWFmCMV/s320/Dec09-Jan10+062.JPG" /></a><br />Zo will stand up in his crib because like most little kids doesn't want to take a nap. But after a little while he realizes no one is coming to get him, so he sits down. He refuses to lay himself down because he hates lying down. So he bobbes his head like a sleepy Bishop and falls asleep folded in half. I then have to come check on him and move him so that he doesn't wake up all cranky from being in that position. Funny, funny boy!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj325SIMe1A9Ig-EAy0A5YJfzex9gdQiGOgVWoK1zZ-oL3_AZSZpHkBOiSYM5nMGWSyAEh85E_aljjntDwDqaJcT5jzO7MWF2teBqfBYbs7olebeuuDIpVlaKUhC2sOEzDgcEDdrDErVXjK/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431118753818795298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj325SIMe1A9Ig-EAy0A5YJfzex9gdQiGOgVWoK1zZ-oL3_AZSZpHkBOiSYM5nMGWSyAEh85E_aljjntDwDqaJcT5jzO7MWF2teBqfBYbs7olebeuuDIpVlaKUhC2sOEzDgcEDdrDErVXjK/s320/Dec09-Jan10+026.JPG" /></a> He LOVES hanging out with Dad. He can say, "Mum Mum" and "Da Da".<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvAnTAy8V25OMbM06_PyDsfWBx756PUbJ480RMy8hkCOY8iJNAFkoI_ZEKtcM80s9RHfLhIgNZDapw0sUz72B4DAjr55g4I78EDPImYgbgm4kgYZhZ9oSKc14pUT2dzs_NWISeYCapKyN/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+018+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431117917032923922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvAnTAy8V25OMbM06_PyDsfWBx756PUbJ480RMy8hkCOY8iJNAFkoI_ZEKtcM80s9RHfLhIgNZDapw0sUz72B4DAjr55g4I78EDPImYgbgm4kgYZhZ9oSKc14pUT2dzs_NWISeYCapKyN/s320/Dec09-Jan10+018+-+Copy.JPG" /></a>He can only wear this shirt around certain people.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtK1a_FHrlMQi2f7enmqoWBAy6REIkdrmZZu_eLZ3kkOVvKN7wgImmEPGayqP449k_Jf_T_ZWqRjQPdk0Tp01wM8ijBk9ykFLc2U61Ka9j9b9LvCQTuZIeaMAdFgPntocB4MhmP88EBwgA/s1600-h/Dec09-Jan10+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431117221977925106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtK1a_FHrlMQi2f7enmqoWBAy6REIkdrmZZu_eLZ3kkOVvKN7wgImmEPGayqP449k_Jf_T_ZWqRjQPdk0Tp01wM8ijBk9ykFLc2U61Ka9j9b9LvCQTuZIeaMAdFgPntocB4MhmP88EBwgA/s320/Dec09-Jan10+001.JPG" /></a></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-69096240912604315302010-01-05T13:07:00.000-08:002010-01-05T13:28:41.140-08:00You might live in the country if...<ul><li>You can't get broadband or DSL internet.</li><li>You have to read your own electric meter and then calculate your own bill.</li><li>Your trash service man owns uses his own truck for garbage pick-up.</li><li>You have a giant propane tank by the side of house.</li><li>Your church leader owns 20,000 - 30,000 rounds of ammunition.</li><li>Your friends can pay off their mortgage by selling their guns.</li><li>You can shoot a 30-06 on your own property.</li><li>The stores in town don't sell pita bread or Fresca.</li><li>You see deer just outside your window almost everyday.<br /></li></ul><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ourkitchenfamily.com/lots%20of%20deer%20in%20yard.jpg" /> <p align="right"></p><p></p><p> </p>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-50237741766843581012009-10-29T12:50:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:25:02.180-07:00Wax On, Wax Off<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_0_QATBne2nKW-9zRYDB43ga1Wl73dbA4KpcoHLFVXZOmUFAyGa7xdW4egfT9pNkYJI1LjyH-0XUq0_uTFZ2tLvQCBv7K_-tZurhc9xsyyRNn04niB1_c8DLSOufgYALRU_sDj21F4n6/s1600-h/IMG_9153+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398117297626268978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_0_QATBne2nKW-9zRYDB43ga1Wl73dbA4KpcoHLFVXZOmUFAyGa7xdW4egfT9pNkYJI1LjyH-0XUq0_uTFZ2tLvQCBv7K_-tZurhc9xsyyRNn04niB1_c8DLSOufgYALRU_sDj21F4n6/s400/IMG_9153+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><em>Daniel</em>: Hey, what kind of belt do you have?<br /><em>Miyagi</em><span style="color:#000000;">: Canvas. JC Penney, $3.98. You like?</span><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQcdKzMmg6KEu7R5irYaoYD9g7LuEJta3Pp6xa_qINy8BNrdYwOApaQgIZrveyDLWu0jmJ0X6ffLIyGqukETdmJWTOla57EhXtAfRZdQTEXt4qbGQ5XzCFSUANhptShYlxq9VbNKTbZOR/s1600-h/IMG_9152+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398117187461331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQcdKzMmg6KEu7R5irYaoYD9g7LuEJta3Pp6xa_qINy8BNrdYwOApaQgIZrveyDLWu0jmJ0X6ffLIyGqukETdmJWTOla57EhXtAfRZdQTEXt4qbGQ5XzCFSUANhptShYlxq9VbNKTbZOR/s400/IMG_9152+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>Hiya!</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOOr3JBslGibo5ZoUTs7CaQU_zSAEmHD-vrXoH1ZtKeUjxbBzcwZX_fqDaY6tLLsvnpBuQ274_oMft7QEgAnCWiui4ExE77bE5WCC8zWDv-lsNcIiak95q87ldadtTJMYD2vUXVL3EZ4V/s1600-h/IMG_9150+crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398116981612641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOOr3JBslGibo5ZoUTs7CaQU_zSAEmHD-vrXoH1ZtKeUjxbBzcwZX_fqDaY6tLLsvnpBuQ274_oMft7QEgAnCWiui4ExE77bE5WCC8zWDv-lsNcIiak95q87ldadtTJMYD2vUXVL3EZ4V/s400/IMG_9150+crop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He's so big!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-gsSx5F6U5iXaf4iHcXlhgEHFW2KAGG5ezfCVY2RerU8TZg8sBd7sxmONnpEEiLYpQuuCruOeP6ikIrnXvhZekOLFFMUsIB9cQFTAHvoQZ-BIt0Rxh1XHxV2IfDJPbhZJ9RhKBlpgUkP/s1600-h/IMG_9171+crop1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398116806270538770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-gsSx5F6U5iXaf4iHcXlhgEHFW2KAGG5ezfCVY2RerU8TZg8sBd7sxmONnpEEiLYpQuuCruOeP6ikIrnXvhZekOLFFMUsIB9cQFTAHvoQZ-BIt0Rxh1XHxV2IfDJPbhZJ9RhKBlpgUkP/s400/IMG_9171+crop1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We went to the branch Trunk or Treat last night. For the first time ever Zo bawled when a stranger held him. It was kind of sad, but at least we know for sure that he knows who Mommy and Daddy are.</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Halloween!</span></div></div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-59408790262098344422009-08-27T13:41:00.000-07:002009-08-27T15:00:15.162-07:00The Show Me StateFirst of all, I want to let everyone know the good news... Miles passed his PA certification exam! Yay!! Congratulations Miles! I knew you'd pass:)<br /><br />Secondly, as you probably know we are now living in Marshall, Missouri. Miles, Rebekah, Rachel, and Mary all drove out here in the Cavalier and the U-Haul that was towing the Honda. I opted to fly, and Miles was nice enough to let me. A 3 hour flight is SO much better than a 20 hour drive.<br /><br />Jen and Jared visited last weekend, and Zo and Adelyn really liked playing with each other.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_M5Zwh7IMkwT7ZtYC12GRvBlEB8Ir2q2pRbtIhUZi69rLA7wGULc4YdtANImJUyj7JoVjgcN-j-cWbOLtoNGEvcBJTBQFkEikP_RH-ka9m8T3xZE_rVLF63zLMqr9oSvoe6_SrN7usBl/s1600-h/IMG_7986.JPG"></a><br />Zo's new thing is to suck on his big toe. He doesn't get that flexibility from me!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlPMBE6koNPzja4ydRWQW7oQqfePUkGv3_u8wAr8JBAg7Aq2L2YdEPyC5HhHLcdvMJGxrGVAQ6N2ZCWJxEb03_BCkTE83biMJEdZdd5BQtTKv2rY9vdkzK5gfaB5e-oMAtm2xuuiq1lBb/s1600-h/IMG_7974.JPG"></a><br />Since we've been here the weather has been really pleasant. The only time it was really humid was when we went to Van Meter State Park, and that was because we were by some wet lands and a small lake. We went there Tuesday evening and played football, grilled some steaks, and played on the playground.<br /><br />I am having issues putting up pictures so you'll have to go to my facebook page to see all the MO pics.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=136021&id=756584342&ref=mf">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=136021&id=756584342&ref=mf</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37_UK7Hycix3RxkLUWjjFP__OKUrMk7j4a8guO5NtRyifR7l2gP6rm-LLBwv6y3IqzmjvfIR3A29gMgfHjrDQiqpwJLcKYjtgjX8oOsOCaeSf_G_bK-FrF47IH4OQA2fcvut0E0nMy8hV/s1600-h/IMG_8142.JPG"></a>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-16835226343456710612009-07-31T14:04:00.000-07:002009-07-31T14:43:09.414-07:00Closing Time<div><div>Today was the closing event of the past two years - Miles' graduation from PA school. Yay!! I am so proud of him and very excited that he is no longer a student. The graduation ceremony wasn't long which was nice. The speaker was quite entertaining considering he said he could hear so-and-so's Kegels and told a medical version of snow white and the seven drug dwarfs. He also confessed of a prank he did while he was a PA student. Before a surgery patient went under anesthesia, he told the patient that if she saw a light at the end of the tunnel when they gave her the anesthesia that meant she lied about her weight. So he asked her if she had anything she needed to tell them before they put her under. He was definetely the most entertaining graduation speaker I've ever heard. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364740035198638642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbarTIoPGwfB39uihqqr8OkQpgHi60bHIsgIxk1rQn6nOWDgIAKWBf5pcV91_2-Eklx8oGvZlfSPhBxPq2MEuYEngfjZl82LIqI3_90pBh3QCXu9TnUyfAhfdwjSNSiVsS22UyCHSh1dbh/s320/July+2009+078.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364739624281975954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HH8E84PT7x3nLRcPIZJldfIvcSg3kiUIV_WahXmfB-X8xRhCCHyRcjzkQ7uGhkbpzCLJRDxHvZhhWAenrDGKAsV9ThW4RYStX6qaY8m_6KDYIgfk7_wrAPsvPvJ-LBVN4CnWz1a_7dmL/s320/July+2009+073.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364740394253858338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOx5KqG4ODumS8iD4GwyqX1vKrq8QTM0dBc0f4di-XmdyYtHwlNAx_jRMuYXYR1ycTga_V7EJ7I55ML1F_5LMcLVWKq9wjkm1J0BdOeDt8S_vC3jUIDwZzD9gGB7Nns79TsMyYxw1zfs23/s320/July+2009+074.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Now what to do to celebrate?! Last night we got together with our PA friends, played Halo 3 with 8 players on two TVs at our house during the afternoon. It was madness!! I don't play well with that many people. I think I disappointed Miles because usually with his friends I can actually hold my own. Not this time. then in the evening we went to a BBQ in Blackfoot where we ate, had fun talking, and played some kickball. I haven't played kickball since elementary school. It was very fun!! Tonight I think Miles wants to just relax unless he changes him mind. </div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364741736151870450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHIQtNnco8Nlhn2AUOFcGybt5oX1tcCVPyPCefqYIJygvO1ifq5gTEURcNk8D2zQSw0tpFqeOQN1dxmKdIrsOS9civXGGzLXiL9oVtSNAe7vjUamouvu4m055x28YYnzzSiw8F9zCvXyL/s320/July+2009+042.jpg" /> <div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>I want to tell Miles congratulations, and that I love him!!! You've worked so hard these past two years and now it is paying off. I appreciate your willingness to provide a living for our family, and I'll try not to be a singularity that spends all your money before you even see it. :) But you never know what might happen when your mom and I go shopping in Kansas City! </div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." </div>celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-32983299536621307552009-07-16T12:41:00.001-07:002009-07-16T12:47:18.379-07:00A Big Thank You!!I just wanted to thank everyone that prayed and fasted for Zo. We found out yesterday that the surgeon at Primary Children's Hospital said that Zo's head looks fine, and that he doesn't need surgery. What a relief!! He did say that if we wanted to look into getting one of those helmets to fix the shape of his head we could. We haven't decided about that. Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know the good news, and that without your fasting efforts, prayers, and faith, we might have received some not-so-good news. We love you all and appreciate your support and love!!celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-87503955106893590262009-07-14T17:45:00.000-07:002009-07-14T21:14:37.773-07:00Turn Your Head and LaughZo was apparently in a very good mood tonight. While sitting on Miles' stomach, he was laughing hysterically when Miles would cough. "Why?" you ask? We have no idea.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgVwid4nlTYxGBHLBaPQeF-vjJCKHFA_npvc3xksDVCJFrTIBnCWgTfUD8m5CxpV2FybzR2N1OtZacVC_x' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />He is already learning how to manipulate his parents. While we were at Sears last weekend he wanted out of his stroller. So what did he do? He started fake coughing. As soon as we got him out, he stopped. What a little stinker!celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614700244942944781.post-80171838676277091922009-07-09T19:08:00.000-07:002009-07-09T19:41:08.012-07:00No More Super Baby!!<div align="left">Last week I reached a verdict. There will be no more "SUPER BABY!" (That's when I lift Zo up in the air and pretend he's "SUPER BABY!") This verdict came after I got spit up IN THE MOUTH for the SECOND TIME!! Most baby things aren't really gross to me, but spit in the mouth is absolutely disgusting!!! I cannot even tell you what a nasty taste it left in my mouth!! And of course it was on the day of his doctors appointment so I was dressed in a cute outfit with my hair actually done. So not only did it get in my mouth, but on my clothes and in my hair. YUCK! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Today was the day that Zo ate his first solid food. Hooray! For me it was very cute so I thought I would share the video even though it might be kind of boring for you. Although if you really love Zo you'll watch it! I don't think he has fully gotten rid of the reflex where he pushes everything out with his tounge, so a lot ends up on his bib instead of in his tummy. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356653839290297394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgEzNJGpkPjhrcPCvVdZOYiniByEBpUcJ7nMVcNOl5RYyaXnpM62kXmy62W64DUPcqut_-6iSPPqRmV7khD62iqAhCVKy77khj5Qp60qeIzvn9fhXUGJMH8KfMUCnywYVyqutv3vIqoJC/s320/About+to+eat+rice+cereal+for+the+first+time.jpg" /> Before the rice cereal<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcveR6PMyWc09a5HjPPiry9hoUNgBpTrdHkQufx7cGjtTjjqh0V5_hdpYbgTWWSDpBJVQrFY3EJ7eJaEuOnQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></p><p>Eating the rice cereal... if that's not obvious.<br /></p>As for other updates with Zo, he's more smiley than ever and is such a good baby. He was so patient when he was getting his CT. The radiologist tech wedged his head between this foam head thing so that he wouldn't be able to move it very well. But he kept trying to sit up, so she taped a towel around his head so that he couldn't move it in any direction. And just to be sure he didn't even wiggle, I had to hold his chin during the scan. He was so good, and I was so proud of him! And when he went to the doctor the week before and got his shots, he didn't even cry! He is going to be one tough cookie. Especially since Miles throws him around like a rag doll. :)<br /><br />We heard back from the doctor earlier this week and found out that it's not the bones at the top of his head they are worried about closing early, but rather the two on the side. The radiologist saw the problem, but the doctor wasn't sure he agreed, so he sent the films off to a pediatric radiologist. That might take weeks to hear back from him/her.<br /><br />I'm going to go pick a copy of the CT tomorrow so Miles can take it to the surgeon he is doing his rotation with. The surgeon offered to take it up to the radiologist and the neurologist and get their opinion. This is when I'm especially glad Miles is in the medical field!<br /><br />As for the house, we have it listed with a realtor, but still haven't had any bites. Bummer!<br /><br />And lastly, a few pics from the Fourth of July...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654480347829186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDg82smURMxAjWeenJZgupYXUNXdXs-yErHoSvzMlQG4lAw1RMToVZC5vqBTzEoqgb9D-anRqESq44ykY6BlG1Ng2TdaTzyA9thHzWkroj1cImdjP93jVhU7kYW_tRyc31ih4GYPqshAJ/s320/Summer+2009+083.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654701067147138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JqJe6Fj_ZtYY-YRnuv3fcG9zrZ30wPZCcu04pRZzRyUuqpE1S5WDFdWdsaxMmqqQN5RNbYTRdQlRh1cjyAlkp4IO8AEEbmoBU_7MO-rwKYTSEl-n_wkKYRNUcxbK_ZHg-ZsOwz_Zfy5i/s320/Summer+2009+084.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654176786329986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKWu7uKAouPT5hUv3Dmvpz_C58ljHpXF7IAZJ1nO4o7SvG8cMP0EoH5VfNA3OrHErlKd61XNIwPVvQM2t_iZ7HP3S90RL7lYYI1y2P1EPNBsq56onGhfbtFaWg4CHOlpbkU_OAX6_K7Ly/s320/Summer+2009+074.jpg" />celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10809433257034633710noreply@blogger.com2