tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73908227386149834532024-03-13T11:03:10.576-07:00A SCHOOL OF FISHKarinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-45452253998232758222012-07-17T10:16:00.001-07:002012-07-17T10:19:46.775-07:00MasonHe is the cutest boy I know<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OB3OdQP6FCY/UAWd9_NJV1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ivB01Eoromc/s640/blogger-image--196255037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OB3OdQP6FCY/UAWd9_NJV1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ivB01Eoromc/s640/blogger-image--196255037.jpg" /></a></div>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-26132457468916115532012-05-24T22:27:00.001-07:002012-05-24T22:34:31.216-07:00The babies are here!!(7 months ago)<div style="text-align: center;">
I don't know what else to name this post, since I think most everyone know by now.....I had the babies. It's only taken me 7 month to get to it, but here it is. I'll write the birth story next time, but for now, here's what went down, in pictures. Enjoy </div>
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This is what 32 weeks with triplets looks like. </div>
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My skin was ANGRY but it did it. </div>
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As they wheeled me away....
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45 minutes later...
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I don't know who is who in those first pictures, but they all very much look alike. They were born in the same minute, and Jackson came first, followed by Lincoln, and then Lucille. Some one forgot to tell these boys ladies first.
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and after 3 weeks in the NICU...</div>
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they came home:)
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h6id05vF4U/T78WD4nzLgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/z7ZJHPypDXs/s1600/IMG_5770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h6id05vF4U/T78WD4nzLgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/z7ZJHPypDXs/s640/IMG_5770.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-21208665729246391312011-09-28T12:29:00.000-07:002011-09-28T13:06:53.040-07:0030 Weeks!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3povg5Hsh4Q/ToN-H66Z9LI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ndrrlgiyAbY/s1600/2011-09-23_01-52-12_750.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3povg5Hsh4Q/ToN-H66Z9LI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ndrrlgiyAbY/s400/2011-09-23_01-52-12_750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657504231445886130" /></a><br />I am SO excited we've made it to 30 weeks. My doctor says it will only be a few days after I hit the 32 week mark, which is next Friday, but we don't have a set date yet. Everyday gets even more uncomfortable, and I can't sleep more than 2 hours at a time, so althought next Friday doesn't sound very far away in the outside world, in bedrest land, it seems like FOREVER away. <br /><br />We had a false alarm this past Friday night. I felt a little more than usually uncomfortable, but didn't really think much of it. At about midnight my back started hurting, and before I could even call the nurse to let her know, it turned into full blown back labor. I had long contractions ever 2-3 minutes, and all of them radiating from my back. They quickly put me on an iv, gave me a shot of Turbutaline, and 4mg of Morphine (which did absolutely nothing) and wheeled me off to Labor and Delivery. I totally thought they were going to make their big debut that night, but NO. After 30 minutes or so, contractions calmed down, and I was put on observation untill Sunday night. <br /><br />Monday morning I was brought back to my room, where I have been since:) Just waiting, and waiting. <br /><br /><strong></strong>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-85265415040611081582011-09-05T12:47:00.000-07:002011-09-05T22:11:52.399-07:0027 Weeks<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYHO6lNrjfc/TmUoCaIkapI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5yKvAszq_x8/s1600/2011-09-04_23-05-15_921B.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYHO6lNrjfc/TmUoCaIkapI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5yKvAszq_x8/s400/2011-09-04_23-05-15_921B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965329446267538" /></a><br />I'm going to start off by saying.....don't judge. Hair and make-up is not a priority on hospital bedrest. <br /><br />With that said, the babies and I are doing really well so far. We had a little scare at about 22weeks with TTTS which stands for twin to twin transfusion syndrome. There's nothing that we could have done about it, and it was really hard to have something be so completly out of our hands. With a lot of prayer and a wonderful ward and family fast, i'm at 27 weeks, and both boys are growing evenly and well. I truly feel blessed to have made it this far and appreciate the outpouring of love and support our family has recieved.<br /><br />My big goal is 32 weeks, but I'm taking baby steps to that goal. My first small goal is 28 weeks, at which point if the babies are born, their chances of survival are 90 something percent, and the risks of long term disabilities are greatly reduced. I hit that goal on FRIDAY!!<br /><br />Then I've got a 30 week goal to hit, and then finally 32!<br /><br />It sounds like I'll be at the hospital untill these babies are born, and I'm doing the best I could to keep myself busy and entertained, but even my best efforts don't make the time go by fast enough:(<br /><br />I just realized I haven't even blogged about my pregnancy, so if you're just logging on....I'm pregnant, and we're expecting triplets. Twin boys and a girl.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-86772616829800692712011-03-03T09:08:00.001-08:002011-03-03T09:30:18.799-08:00Good Morning<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YI1itmuH-tg/TW_LZ9masMI/AAAAAAAAAac/SSkSeoY7L-8/s1600/IMG_5229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YI1itmuH-tg/TW_LZ9masMI/AAAAAAAAAac/SSkSeoY7L-8/s800/IMG_5229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579902110228197570" /></a><br /><br />Ok. So mornings haven't really been that good lately, but if I just keep my eye on the BIG picture then it's really not all that bad. Today is day 13th of having to inject myself every morning with this lovely thing. Mark tried to do it the first 2 days, but I quickly realized I have a much "gentler" hand than he does. If there is a bright side, it's the fact that I have to inject myself around my belly button as opposed to my arm. The way my stomache is looking I think someone might call child services if they saw that on my arm. It's been all trial and error, and the errors look WAY worse than they really are. <br /><br />I'm also kind of glad I hadn't posted before too, because I was feeling so over confidently good about overcoming my fear of needles I had planned on writing a post on how I'm feeling like I can do anything with a little motivation blahblahblah....<br /><br />That was before I was given the "PM" shot. I don't have a picture of it yet, but that thing is twice as big as this little shot, and I inject 3 times as much fluid into my lower back. OUCH!!! I'm on night 3 of that one, and it's pretty bad. I get light headed, I need something to squeeze, and last night I actually cried. If you've ever had an epidural or a spinal tap, you know that painful pressure you feel up and down your spine? It's a slightly toned down version of that. We might try a different spot tonight, because I don't know if it's suppose to hurt that bad. So much for the right motivation huh? I'm really starting to second guess my ability to handle things. <br /><br />As far as emotions go, I was doing great until yesterday. After that last shot, I just felt like watching a sad movie and eating ice-cream. It's only for about 10 more days, so I hope I don't turn into a total nut-case before then.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-86570954779120533792011-02-11T22:25:00.000-08:002011-02-11T22:38:42.177-08:00Who does subtle anymore?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZhVFIs4pIs/TVYq6IWDSnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/POE-HINw-Zo/s1600/bike2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZhVFIs4pIs/TVYq6IWDSnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/POE-HINw-Zo/s400/bike2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572688767078320754" /></a><br /><br />What?!! Is my BIRTHDAY coming up already? I can dream right? I just gotta make sure this post gets to Mark:)Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-948157590819582202011-01-31T15:01:00.000-08:002011-02-10T15:45:56.238-08:00Are they ALL yours!??<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TVR4Vb8xKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kpFgwOvII5M/s1600/IMG_4764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TVR4Vb8xKQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kpFgwOvII5M/s400/IMG_4764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572210948639369474" /></a><br />Never fails. Every time I go to the grocery store with the kids, some one is sure to make a comment about the number of kids i have, or how full my hands are!? Really?! It's only three! Maybe it looks like more because of how fast they run circles around the shoppingcart, I don't know. I guess this is California and not Utah or Arizona, but still. It's just three.....for now.<br /><br />No I'm not pregnant, yet. I'm not complaining really, I just thought it'd be a good segway for my real reason for this post.<br /><br />For the past 3 years, I've known I wanted another baby. Not a big deal if I hadn't had my tubes tied after Savannah was born, BUT I did. Under the "guidance" of my doctor I decided 3 was good, and I was done with being pregnant, but that was before I knew she had a cleft, or that I would emotionally check-out for the next 6 months of our lives. <br /><br />I see the pictures, and I remember all we went through before her surgeries, but it still seems like it all happened to someone else, and I was just watching it happen. There's a lot I regret not doing for those first 6 months of her life, and I'm sure that plays a big part in my decision and perserverence to have another baby, but we all (the kids and Mark and I) made it through that hard time in one piece and for that I am both grateful and proud of us.<br /><br />For the past 6 months we've been seeing a fertility doctor, and after a couple of set backs, we are Finally going to start IVF this month. <br /><br />I'm including a general disclaimer to anyone who will be around me, or might cross my path in these next 7 or 8 week. I will have an abnormally high amount of hormones and drugs going through me, and would like to apologize now for any emotional outbursts or swings that may occur. Then again, maybe it won't be that bad right? Either way, you've been warned.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-46608361178662325202011-01-04T15:01:00.000-08:002011-01-04T15:46:39.945-08:00Resolutions!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TSOub2ngK5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/7NSQ7LhwGOk/s1600/IMG_4839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TSOub2ngK5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/7NSQ7LhwGOk/s800/IMG_4839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558478158646225810" /></a><br />Is it just me, or is it now the "cool" thing to say you don't have a resolution. It just seems like everywhere I turn, someone is talking about resolutions and saying how "last year" they were, then publicly stating they will not be making a resolution.:) I for one am NOT above resolutions. I have mine, but then again, I make a resolution every Monday hoping maybe this week will be the week I keep my house clean, cook dinner every night, not yell at my kids as much, work out, say no to the cookies, not flake on some assignment I commited to, read my scriptures every night, do some laundry...........and so on and on. I can barely work in weeks, let alone in years, so as I'm writing this, I guess I'm joining in on the "no new years resolution" side of it all, but am officially starting a NEW WEEK'S RESOLUTION catergory too. <br /><br />Happy New Years!<br /><br />OH! Almost forgot to tell about our New Years. We stayed in and spent it with the kids. <br /><br />Toy Story2- $1<br />In&Out- $23<br />Popcorn- $.50<br />Kids that can't tell time yet- Priceless<br /><br />(Sorry couldn't help myself)Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-41223387592452936452010-12-21T19:58:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:13:39.917-08:00Want of the dayI recently went to the mall with my sister-in-law, and as we browsed through the different stores talking about our christmas wish lists, she turned to me and said, "maybe you should give me list of things you don't want":) Can I help it if I know what I want? <br /><br />So in honor of you Christie, I've decided to post my wants of the day as I happen to come across them.<br /><br />Today it is M.A.C's VIVA GLAM I lipstick<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRF5YbY4DgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sLxYfvrdHvg/s1600/lipstick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRF5YbY4DgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sLxYfvrdHvg/s600/lipstick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553353276100447746" /></a><br /><br />and this beautiful dress by Shabby Apple<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRF6rxK2IfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ogz-EeX83RY/s1600/dress2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRF6rxK2IfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ogz-EeX83RY/s900/dress2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553354707876323826" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-12578743571248777992010-12-20T21:49:00.000-08:002010-12-20T22:51:32.205-08:00Run, run, run as fast as you can.....<div>I just love rainy days with<strong> nothing</strong> to do. </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBwaY3s_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/pxBCmYNRHgw/s1600/IMG_4677.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010640520983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBwaY3s_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/pxBCmYNRHgw/s900/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBwKN7qLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GubJFX5TBQE/s1600/IMG_4707.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010636180138162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBwKN7qLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GubJFX5TBQE/s900/IMG_4707.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBv-0pbVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MHWPsBmHDn8/s1600/IMG_4687.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010633121295698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBv-0pbVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MHWPsBmHDn8/s800/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBvjGJZ0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/a6iig3eBPBs/s1600/IMG_4683.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010625678501698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBvjGJZ0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/a6iig3eBPBs/s900/IMG_4683.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBvYeud9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Vym4m911JYQ/s1600/IMG_4661.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010622828804050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TRBBvYeud9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Vym4m911JYQ/s900/IMG_4661.JPG" border="0" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-29422831847152663072010-12-20T10:42:00.000-08:002010-12-20T22:45:38.819-08:00Hello World!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TQ-nUTWCo7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/cIuJGXv_raA/s1600/IMG_6318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552840832803054514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/TQ-nUTWCo7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/cIuJGXv_raA/s700/IMG_6318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello Blog World! I've missed you. Although I have to admit I feel absolutley no pressure to keep my posts fun or entertaining, because I'm sure at this point that I have no one that even checks for updates, so here goes. I've decided I'm not going to limit my blog to family updates only, but make it a good representation on what's going on in this crazy head of mine.</div>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-51407936539247636712010-01-20T20:26:00.000-08:002010-12-20T22:47:30.555-08:00Finishing touchesAfter what seems like years of non-stop work, I'm finally seeing some things get finished(for the most part) We just recently got Mason a bed (I know, long overdue) and had so much fun making his room his own. We moved Kiera into her own room, so no more playroom, but each of the kids has their own space, and they seem to be liking it.<br /><br />Mason's never seen Star Wars, but he loves Darth Vader and loves playing the Star Wars lego game on PS2, so when he saw this bedding, he was sold. He wanted a Star Wars room, and what made it so much easier was that Mark actually collected Star Wars stuff in High School, so except for the bedding, we were set.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/S1fa21O_K6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3FY-l1aKm5I/s1600-h/IMG_6085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048511356152738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/S1fa21O_K6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/3FY-l1aKm5I/s700/IMG_6085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/S1fbJiF1svI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ni-zl0AJYPM/s1600-h/IMG_6088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429048832635024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/S1fbJiF1svI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ni-zl0AJYPM/s700/IMG_6088.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kiera was a whole nother story. Typical girl, she just couldn't decide what she liked. Flowers, butterflies, fairies, birds, hawaiian. After a lot of going back and forth I helped her decide she really did like the trees and flowers kind of room. Still needs a couple of small things, but for the most part, it's done and she loves it too. Pictures to come.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-43388999941800179932009-08-16T21:26:00.000-07:002010-12-20T17:06:22.749-08:00Family BBQ<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje3cYYWkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/L-BrW7FPUYs/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje3cYYWkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/L-BrW7FPUYs/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370787599731939906" /></a><br /><br />It was Kieras birthday on July 29th, and she made it clear that she expected breakfast in bed that morning.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeIJvjzFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lUkqdJ7rz1s/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeIJvjzFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lUkqdJ7rz1s/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786787275033682" /></a><br /><br />My brother and his family were here from Memphis, so we had a family BBQ and my brother was nice enough to bbq the ribs for us "Memphis style" and they were awsome!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje11X82xI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6nI_6AM3lbw/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje11X82xI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6nI_6AM3lbw/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370787572081285906" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeJVe8T6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DLooRxcUIe8/s1600-h/IMG_1361a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeJVe8T6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DLooRxcUIe8/s400/IMG_1361a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786807606431650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeIp52CtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EtWPOOjCbXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeIp52CtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EtWPOOjCbXQ/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786795908106962" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje2-7w35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4jsYc_eeW0c/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje2-7w35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4jsYc_eeW0c/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370787591827283858" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje2ZLKrlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r5AwzhfwkvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Soje2ZLKrlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r5AwzhfwkvQ/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370787581691342418" /></a><br /><br />We also did some sightseeing with them which made me realize, I live in a really cool place! <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeHyWqHlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FYqOkQCrd3E/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeHyWqHlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FYqOkQCrd3E/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786780996574802" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeGx8k9FI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S7XrEbMhfsQ/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SojeGx8k9FI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S7XrEbMhfsQ/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370786763707315282" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-75616058339211947522009-07-19T21:22:00.000-07:002009-07-19T22:03:44.164-07:004th of July<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1q3KxvmI/AAAAAAAAATI/ggQHEkGL5d0/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1q3KxvmI/AAAAAAAAATI/ggQHEkGL5d0/s400/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360398098213486178" /></a><br /><br />I love 4th of July, so I couln't just skip this holiday either. We had an awsome time at Katie and Randy's, and the kids were just beside themselves with so much fun in one day. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1rYLybvI/AAAAAAAAATY/yXB7CxbaJvc/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1rYLybvI/AAAAAAAAATY/yXB7CxbaJvc/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360398107076095730" /></a><br />They swam...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1rAQT7iI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0PZAGr5Gx5w/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP1rAQT7iI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0PZAGr5Gx5w/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360398100652617250" /></a><br />ate ...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5KAlKygI/AAAAAAAAAT4/90GSZ1jiVkY/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5KAlKygI/AAAAAAAAAT4/90GSZ1jiVkY/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401931850926594" /></a><br />watched movies....<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Ji0RdgI/AAAAAAAAATw/vO4Np12sGVM/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Ji0RdgI/AAAAAAAAATw/vO4Np12sGVM/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401923861214722" /></a><br />and played all day.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Irm1otI/AAAAAAAAATo/WUWas9Im_bY/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Irm1otI/AAAAAAAAATo/WUWas9Im_bY/s400/IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401909040915154" /></a><br />This is Katie's neighbor, he was our live entertainment for the day.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5IDmzMwI/AAAAAAAAATg/PrPdV28ea5A/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5IDmzMwI/AAAAAAAAATg/PrPdV28ea5A/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401898303337218" /></a><br /><br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Kypvo_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/GC256LfVXuY/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SmP5Kypvo_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/GC256LfVXuY/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360401945291891698" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-39860662215601541982009-07-11T22:24:00.000-07:002009-07-11T22:42:24.183-07:00Happy Birthday Mason<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1GH4efXI/AAAAAAAAATA/nZNCmKUfk0s/s1600-h/IMG_0675a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1GH4efXI/AAAAAAAAATA/nZNCmKUfk0s/s400/IMG_0675a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357441979789507954" /></a><br /><br />I couldn't move on and blog about anything else, until I gave Mason his time and space he deserved.<br /><br />We happened to be in Havasu this year on his birthday, So Mason thinks he got the most awsome birthday trip/party ever. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1FXM1kNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M9O3lk_bRcI/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1FXM1kNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M9O3lk_bRcI/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357441966721568978" /></a><br /><br />He was SO happy with this "baby dinosaur" that growls and moves his arms. It's funny how the littlest things make them so happy.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1E5AyRKI/AAAAAAAAASw/E85Cpqf3NL8/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1E5AyRKI/AAAAAAAAASw/E85Cpqf3NL8/s400/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357441958617957538" /></a><br /><br />We made his cake on a Sunday, so we really had to be creative with the decorations, but all in all, I think it turned out ok. Carolyn had a great idea, and made trees out of spinach and pretzels. It was teamwork that made it turn out so good.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1Emc5FoI/AAAAAAAAASo/jpfQv8yL9-k/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1Emc5FoI/AAAAAAAAASo/jpfQv8yL9-k/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357441953635571330" /></a><br /><br />One of his favorite parts of the trip was "driving" the boat with his grandpa.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1EDo136I/AAAAAAAAASg/AQGVTKFoDNw/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/Sll1EDo136I/AAAAAAAAASg/AQGVTKFoDNw/s400/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357441944290451362" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-3440531478396302482009-05-29T13:33:00.000-07:002009-05-29T14:02:33.912-07:00Happy Birthday Savannah!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLAli4ojI/AAAAAAAAARI/pnGiBpf3Tl8/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341351631511921202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLAli4ojI/AAAAAAAAARI/pnGiBpf3Tl8/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I know I'm behinde, but I'll update one event at a time. May 6th was Savannah's second birthday and we celebrated it with a nice day at the park, followed by cake and ice cream at home. No surgeries, no doctors visits, just a normal birthday day, and it was great. She got a ton of play food, a scooter, and stroller. I didn't get the expression on her face when she first saw it, but it was as if she knew she had always wanted one.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLBIG-R0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/FS_v8c8HCpY/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341351640790091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLBIG-R0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/FS_v8c8HCpY/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLBnL_DnI/AAAAAAAAARY/0aGybJGFSug/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341351649132613234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLBnL_DnI/AAAAAAAAARY/0aGybJGFSug/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBM9Lv0MSI/AAAAAAAAARw/4S4LJ0oxlZs/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBM9Lv0MSI/AAAAAAAAARw/4S4LJ0oxlZs/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341353772070482210" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLCbIDhcI/AAAAAAAAARo/dKy3cvYoIt8/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341351663074772418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SiBLCbIDhcI/AAAAAAAAARo/dKy3cvYoIt8/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-29900257936499875592009-05-11T13:17:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:01:50.877-07:00Our Garden<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiKISjMRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DiaZx1btHGI/s1600-h/IMG_5368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665633643382306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiKISjMRiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DiaZx1btHGI/s400/IMG_5368.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>This is what our back yard looked like, and still does for the most part, but this year, I vowed I'd have a garden by spring. After much reading and planning, this is what we( my dad and I) have done so far.</div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiMs6GkrSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n-0dohmGbr4/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334668461759311138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiMs6GkrSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n-0dohmGbr4/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiMtZw6V_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gqzfRXkdGbU/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334668470258391026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiMtZw6V_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gqzfRXkdGbU/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We've got the standard tomatoes, strawberries, carrots, and pumpkins, and a bunch of other experiments. The kids love digging and making mud, and eating the occasional strawberry the birds and ant decide to leave us. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiOK097J6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-nVQj0AdcOM/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiOK097J6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-nVQj0AdcOM/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670075288561570" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiOKsvNl4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/0eJBxpkJ7_w/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiOKsvNl4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/0eJBxpkJ7_w/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670073079371650" /></a><br /><br />It's still a work in progress, soon, I hope to paint the fence and add the bark in the pathways, but overall I am very happy with our results. <br /><br />The area behind the garden was pre-assigned from day one as my chicken coop. Yes, despite the teasing and ridiculing, I'll admit, I want a chicken coop. I've waited and waited for the temperature to heat up a little, and it finally has, so last Friday we went out and got the 6 newest members of our family.....Our chicks (no names have been decided on yet)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQdap4qyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HI88WXhP4u8/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQdap4qyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HI88WXhP4u8/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334672593665960738" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQd_1CuEI/AAAAAAAAARA/PdErXWyjATI/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQd_1CuEI/AAAAAAAAARA/PdErXWyjATI/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334672603644868674" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQdoHHCqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fA5u_mW20C8/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SgiQdoHHCqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fA5u_mW20C8/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334672597278198434" /></a><br /><br />The kids love watching them, and I've got to admit, they're pretty entertaining to watch. We haven't had too much play time with them yet because they have to be kept warm, but I'm thinking this next week, we'll take them out to explore a little. Chickens?! Gardens?! I know, what can I say, I guess I have a not so secret love for country livin'.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-45915009512189836822009-02-01T15:02:00.000-08:002009-02-01T15:40:58.738-08:00We're in!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SYYy_PehNJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9H1A-A21UNk/s1600-h/2009-1-20+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297978073715651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SYYy_PehNJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9H1A-A21UNk/s400/2009-1-20+135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We have finally moved into our "new" house, and I quickly realized it wasn't as GREAT as I thought it would be. Living at my parents wasn't a picnic, but at least we had the major componants of a house. We have a functional bathroom, and beds and closets, and we recently got our tv going, but that's it. Kendy has been nice enought to let us go over for dinner every night so we do eat, and the kids love riding their bikes to grammys everynight. I have no pictures, because in the commotion, our camera was misplaced. We have no kitchen, and no flooring in the dinning room kitchen area. We have no heat, and no window coverings anywhere but the bedrooms. Some of the windows don't even close all the way, and that just adds to the problem. Our washer and dryer can't be hooked up because the garage apperently was a rat motel at some point in time and must now be sanitized in some way or other before any of our garage stuff go in. We have an awsome yard, but right now it looks frightingly similar to some of the jungles we saw in Costa Rica. (ok, that's a strech, but it's bad) BUT......</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>we are all doing well, and the potential for something awsome is so much better than no hope for improvement. I know it sounds pretty awful, and right now it is, but I have to admit this exactly the sort of thing that brings excitement to my life. I love that we bought the worst house in our neighborhood, because it just challanges us to do that much better. I love being so much closer to Kiera's school, piano, hula, the office and THE MALL. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Savannah is doing great. She has a very wide vocabulary, but most words only Mark and I can decipher. She does sound nasally with her s's, and she can't get her tounge to touch her palate, so she really can't make an NNNN sound. She's going to a mommy and me class on monday's with Leah, delany, Mckayla and Eliza and she loves it. (ok fine, I love it more) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kiera's doing really well in Kindergarten. She won a priciples award for her class last month, and I know everyone gets a turn, but I was still proud. Soccer's done and she really hasn't gone to Hula since October, but she recently started Harp lessons and seems to really like it, but only time will tell. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mason, Mason, Mason. I could see how even though I try not to give him the middle child syndrom he would get it. Mason got moved from Ms. Margrets class to Ms. Eileen and has done very well with the transition. He's picked up a love for Playstation and Nickjr.com and it's scary how good he's gotten at both. I though I had at least 10 years before I'd hear myself saying "Get off the computer" "that's enought video games for today":)</div>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-68925140125948253772008-12-17T08:11:00.000-08:002008-12-17T08:40:23.845-08:00The intermediate old house<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoUICuCwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6pITEK02vzA/s1600-h/IMG_5632_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280796364290001666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoUICuCwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6pITEK02vzA/s400/IMG_5632_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoT6NX_6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2nRXCr6uQ50/s1600-h/IMG_5631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280796360576597922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoT6NX_6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2nRXCr6uQ50/s400/IMG_5631.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoTfHalII/AAAAAAAAAPo/t-75mqmASKM/s1600-h/IMG_5646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280796353303843970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoTfHalII/AAAAAAAAAPo/t-75mqmASKM/s400/IMG_5646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoTIMMWqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KCilutNu6AE/s1600-h/IMG_5644_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280796347149867682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoTIMMWqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KCilutNu6AE/s400/IMG_5644_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoSk4F71I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xDbi7AZSuWQ/s1600-h/IMG_5628.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280796337670319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUkoSk4F71I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xDbi7AZSuWQ/s400/IMG_5628.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-695464454616904002008-12-13T20:06:00.001-08:002008-12-13T20:21:09.636-08:00Finally....The old New house!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSITuR3OVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EACrlXa2YY4/s1600-h/IMG_5370.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494535606909266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSITuR3OVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EACrlXa2YY4/s400/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSITXBYgrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5_nUQcJOuzs/s1600-h/IMG_5359.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494529363772082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSITXBYgrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5_nUQcJOuzs/s400/IMG_5359.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSIS4D5dqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JI4omvKQPeY/s1600-h/IMG_5357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494521052821154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSIS4D5dqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JI4omvKQPeY/s400/IMG_5357.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSISQtwgDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aPmhBG_us6g/s1600-h/IMG_5356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494510490976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSISQtwgDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aPmhBG_us6g/s400/IMG_5356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSISLijJgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7voU0ltnRfA/s1600-h/IMG_5355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494509101786626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SUSISLijJgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7voU0ltnRfA/s400/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So I've dedicated this whole blog to our house, and what it looked like before, because there are so many, and I don't want to overload this computer. part 2 coming soon.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-26706245730189849752008-09-11T15:50:00.000-07:002008-09-11T16:07:05.953-07:00HOME?Well, it's been a while, and I keep waiting for this uninterupted time to catch up my blog, but i'm yet to get that, also I don't have my computer to put up pictures, but here goes anyway. <br /><br />So, we bought this house in La Mirada, and have moved out of our dream home in Brea. I was so sad to leave our ward, and i was just starting to get into my routine in Orange County, but, that's life I guess. We moved out about 3 weeks ago, and moved in with my parents. We thought It'd be about a week...three and counting. We wanted to fix the layout before we moved in, so we knocked down about 6 walls and realized they were supporting walls.<br /><br />How did we find out you ask. Well, after my brothers were done taking out their aggression on the walls, we noticed the ceilings were starting to droop. "KIDS, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" But, that was fixed thanks to Mark, Randy, and a couple of giant beams.<br /><br />Well, when the walls were opened, we noticed some of the wood had been completely hollowed out by termites, and then realized the damage was quite extensive. Again, thanks to Mark, Randy, and A LOT of 2x4's the problems were fixed. 1 week later.<br /><br />On to the plumbing...wait, what,the plubming needs replacing too? Uggggggh! Another weeks worth of work.<br /><br />BUT, we're on the down slope now. The holes have been patched, and the ceilings redone, so we should be ready for paint and carpet by the next couple of days. <br /><br />All in all it hasn't been too bad. We're tired, but all doing well, and even kind of excited about our new (for us at least) home. I'll try and get pictures soonKarinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-45911485999365450372008-05-12T11:49:00.000-07:002008-05-12T12:08:25.262-07:00The PicturesSavannah, ready to go and get this over with! (with mommy & daddy by me, of course)<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSAp8wTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CFq89WdzMUQ/s1600-h/IMG_5058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSAp8wTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CFq89WdzMUQ/s400/IMG_5058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199568806933741874" /></a><br />Minutes after surgery<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSQp8wUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AkkZDGqBA68/s1600-h/IMG_5061-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSQp8wUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AkkZDGqBA68/s400/IMG_5061-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199568811228709186" /></a><br /><br />With our Hero and miracle worker Dr. Court B. Cutting<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSwp8wVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MPpb4g3ZASI/s1600-h/IMG_5073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUSwp8wVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MPpb4g3ZASI/s400/IMG_5073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199568819818643794" /></a><br /><br />A wagon ride makes anyone feel better<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUTAp8wWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0PL36nAo-ig/s1600-h/IMG_5076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUTAp8wWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0PL36nAo-ig/s400/IMG_5076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199568824113611106" /></a><br /><br />Saturday, back out on the town<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUTgp8wXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PL2NXRJJjhQ/s1600-h/IMG_5086-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SCiUTgp8wXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PL2NXRJJjhQ/s400/IMG_5086-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199568832703545714" /></a>Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-88574292794026217882008-05-12T08:11:00.000-07:002008-05-12T08:31:42.454-07:00We're OKI'm so sorry for not posting earlier, but we've been house bound because of the rain, and we didn't have the internet.<br /><br />Savannah's surgery was on Tuesday from about 8:30am until about 1Pm. Mark and I read books the entire time and that seemed to pass the time pretty well. I read a book name Moloka'i, and I don't know if the book was that amazing, or I was just that emotional, but that was hands down one of the most heartbreaking books I've read yet, and I've read Where the Red Ferns Grow.<br /><br />They let us see her immediately after surgery, and she kept sleeping for about the first 30 minutes, then she woke up and decided she'd rather be asleep again. Last surgery she cried and really didn't know what to do with herself, but this time it was as if she knew the routine. She'd wake up and moan a little, check to see if she was being held, and doze right off to sleep again.<br /><br />That first day after surgery is really the worst. They had her arms with the restraints, her leg strapped on a stint to hold the IV in, she had her tounge stichted and connected to the black strings on the side of her cheek, and her mouth was as swollen as could be.<br /><br />I can't say I did too much that day though, because I was back in our apartment sick with who knows what. My tonsils were so swollen I had trouble breathing, and I had an outrageous fever. I've had the appointment set twice now for a pre-surgery date to get them out, but have always "chickened out" at the last minute, but this time, I think I've had enough. <br /><br />Mark really was our rock that kept it together for us that Monday and Tuesday. He strolled around town with Savannah at all her pre-op testing, and cared for her that whole first day after surgery. It is in those moments that I remember how blessed I am to have found and married such a wonderful man, capable of such love and devotion to his family. You're the best Mark.<br /><br />She came "home" on Wednesday afternoon, and refused to drink anything. She was in and out of sleep all day and most of the night, except for a few crying spells. We thought we might have to take her back in to the hospital the next morning because she still refused to take so much as a sip of pedialyte, but by about mid-morning she decided she was thirsty and ready to drink.<br /><br />It's so hard to see her just sitting there with no energy to do anything and not be able to do much about it. She seems like just a shadow of herself. She wasn't really herself up untll about this afternoon when she was Marks Laptop and crawled her way to it to bang on the Keys. I think she's almost back to her normal energy level, and we welcome it whole heartidly. <br /><br />As with everything else this past year, we thank everyone whose shared everything from a meal, toa prayer to their homes with us to help our family and baby achieve the resulst that she hasKarinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-47385668709531986032008-05-01T14:08:00.000-07:002008-05-01T14:18:58.384-07:00OH KIERA!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBozQpexlfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/llChmNQQ_hI/s1600-h/IMG_4847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBozQpexlfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/llChmNQQ_hI/s400/IMG_4847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195521481231144434" /></a><br />A couple of days ago Kiera had a conversation with me I just had to write down. I hope I don't embarras anyone.<br /><br />Kiera: Mommy, why do you have a different last name than abuelita?<br /><br />Me: Because when girls get married their last name changes to whatever the boys last name is,<br /><br />Kiera: What's Timmy's last name?<br /><br />Me: Barney<br /><br />Kiera: What's Jonathans last name?<br /><br />Me: Dewlley<br /><br />Kiera: Mommy, I want to be KIERA BARNEY!<br /><br />Me: Oh Kiera.Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390822738614983453.post-47361499261268851132008-05-01T13:51:00.000-07:002008-05-01T14:06:50.610-07:00Happy Birthday Mark!<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBov_ZexldI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kTi6uaSE87M/s1600-h/IMG_4993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBov_ZexldI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kTi6uaSE87M/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195517886343517650" /></a><br />Today is my hubby's birthday, and every year I (and everyone else in our family) have the same dilema....What to get him. We all know he likes Star Wars, and so he's been given every calender, figure and book that has to do with Star Wars. He liked the Lord of the Rings, and so, likewise we're overloaded. So this year the I decided....Food. So I made him breakfast, but he was up before I could take it to him in bed. Kiera chose to give him a hat, Mason picked glasses, and Savannah gave him a belt. I think he felt as special as we tried to make him feel. We love you Mark and all you do for us! Happy Birthday! <br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBov_5exleI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U6Z4Z4cSNTk/s1600-h/IMG_4990.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Awdkm746TF0/SBov_5exleI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U6Z4Z4cSNTk/s400/IMG_4990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195517894933452258" /></a><br /> MENU<br /><br />2 Eggs over easy<br />1 piece of toast (unbuttered)<br />Belgium Waffle w/fresh strawberries & blueberries<br />Fresh squeezed Orange Juice<br />Fruit smoothie<br />Maple syrupKarinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515607747328147540noreply@blogger.com2