tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91969121076437848792024-02-18T19:33:42.537-07:00Cornett: Party of ThreeAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-35330187514484796932014-02-10T15:12:00.000-07:002014-02-10T15:12:50.096-07:00Today...Today is Feburary 10, 2014.<br />
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Today is the day that my second little baby was due.<br />
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We started trying for a second baby a little over one year ago and in June 2013, we were elated to find out we were expecting again. It took 7 months before I became pregnant with Colton so I was a happy mixture of shocked, relieved, and excited when it only took 5 months for baby #2.<br />
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I lost that little one last August, when I was 15 weeks into my pregnancy.<br />
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I can't begin to describe how physically and emotionally painful that experience was. It was horrible. <br />
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But it got a lot better. In fact, every day gets a lot better. Days like today, I'm so grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm so grateful that I know what Heavenly Father's plan is for me and that through the Savior, I'll be with my family (including that little one) forever.<br />
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When I woke up this morning and realized that today was my due date, I inevitably felt a little sad. However, (and more importantly), I also felt hopeful. We're still trying for another child. We're still not pregnant, but we're confident that everything happens in the Lord's way and in the Lord's time. Maybe Colton needs a little more time alone with Spencer and me before we give him a sibling? Maybe we need to learn more about prayer and relying on the Lord for comfort and peace? Maybe our future little one is serving an awesome mission up in the pre-earth life or is busy spending some family time with his/her other future siblings? Who knows? <br />
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Although we don't have all the answers to our questions, we have a lot more than we did a year ago. We're doing as much as we can and I'm getting the medical attention that I need to address my PCOS/thyroid difficulties and I can't help but feel like 2014 is going to be a good year.<br />
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<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-46539597618693891052013-08-08T12:21:00.000-06:002013-08-08T12:21:02.585-06:00Lately... and that time we bought a houseOh, hi there! <br />
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Yeah, it's been a while. But I've been busy so... what can you do?<br />
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Life has been pretty insane. Like, we-really-put-on-our-big-kid-pants insane.<br />
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April came around and my AWESOME husband finished his undergraduate career at BYU! I think he technically graduated in June but all his classes were done by April. He just got the official degree in the mail last week and I'm so proud of him, I could squeal.<br />
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With that B.A. in hand, Spencer decided that he was seriously underemployed. His plan is to eventually get his M.H.A. degree and become a hospital administrator. He filled out applications like crazy to any job that might help him get a foot in the door to both a good graduate school and an eventual career in health administration. After months of waiting, he finally got bombarded with a ton of interview requests. To make a long story short, he got an amazing job offer with Accretive Health in Salt Lake City and he accepted soon afterward. I don't quite understand all the little details of what he'll be doing so you'll have to ask him, but it's a REAL job. With benefits. And normal hours. And vacation days. And an office. And clearance badges.<br />
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My husband is amazing.<br />
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Back to me... I've been working as a speech-language pathologist for Nebo School District since I got my M.S. last year. After getting a graduate SLP degree, you have to work full-time for a year (called your Clinical Fellowship Year or "CFY") before you can get nationally accredited and put some awesome creds behind your signature. <br />
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I only worked part-time most of last year because of our crazy schedule. So I was going to have to work part-time for 2 years before I finished my CFY. Last year, a typical weekday looked like this: me working Mon-Fri from 8:00 a.m.-12:00 while Spencer watched Colton; me getting home at 12:30; the three of us getting to hang out for a total of about 5 minutes; Spencer immediately running out the door to classes at BYU until around 5:00; Spencer not getting to come home before heading out to work swing shift; Spencer finally getting home after midnight, where I was (usually) already asleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. To make matters worse, although I didn't have to work weekends, Spencer did. Ugh. It's too bad I don't get to see my favorite person in the whole world longer than a few minutes a day, right?<br />
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When Spencer completed classes in April, his new schedule was open enough that he could stay home with Colton all day until his job started at 5:00 p.m. Because of this, I switched to full-time through the end of the school year in hopes of finishing my CFY sooner.<br />
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Then Spencer got this awesome job, and we decided that I'd keep working full-time because I could be certified in November! November comes sooner than May, huzzah! We'll have to put Colton in daycare while I'm at work since Spencer's new job has normal hours but it's only for like... three months! We can do three months. And Colton's not going to die. I might die having to leave him, but he will not die. I hope. We found a wonderful lady to watch him who lives right behind my school and she was significantly cheaper than any other childcare provider we found. She had fantastic references and has been watching kiddos and teaching child development classes at UVU for the past 15 years. Not bad, eh? And if I ever miss Colton a little too much, I can go on the school playground and see her backyard (creeper-mom status).<br />
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On top of everything, we learned that Spencer's going to make more money than I ever did working as a public school teacher and then some. We won't be rich, but we won't have to live paycheck to paycheck anymore. <br />
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So we've been saving money slowly....<br />
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And now we're building a house! <br />
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I'm in love. We'll be moving to Saratoga Springs in December and I'm going to stop working as soon as I certify in November so I can stay home with Colton every day. YAY! Again, I could squeal. I'm really glad I'm finishing my CFY so I'll always have a good back-up plan, but I'm so excited to be a stay-at-home-mom for now! I'd love to eventually go back to being a speech teacher but Spencer and I both feel like home is the place for me to be right now. Blessings, blessings, blessings. This Saturday I get to pick out our carpets, paint color, cabinets, granite, appliances, EVERYTHING. Let's hope all those hours of watching HGTV will pay off and I pick something pretty. Squealing. lots of squealing.<br />
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The best part is that we'll finally get to spend time together as a family! What? Families should spend more than 5 minutes together every day? Yes, please.<br />
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We feel very blessed to have all these wonderful things falling into place right now. We've faced challenges this summer that I never dreamed of having to face because I didn't think I'd ever be strong enough to overcome them. I've (re)learned so much recently: Prayer is real. Family is forever. And Heavenly Father always reaches our reaching. I'm hoping to write about what we've been going through sometime in the future with the hope that it helps someone, somewhere, but I 'm not quite ready to write it all down yet. For now, the moral of the story is that things get better. After the trials, come the blessings. Lots and lots of blessings.<br />
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I love you all.<br />
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Every time my parents prepare to receive orders for one of dad's new work assignments, an exciting and anticipatory guessing game ensues. I've grown up living the military life and I LOVE it! I love gradually narrowing down the options of where my family will call home for the next several years. For a while, we even thought we'd end up in Scotland. <br />
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And another time, we were remarkably close to moving to Australia. The MIDDLE of Australia.<br />
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Neither of those options panned out, but thanks to the Navy, I've had the opportunity to live in amazing places like:<br />
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My family has experienced many different cultures, landscapes and climates and we've adopted innumerable hobbies including surfing, clam digging, duck hunting, rowing, hiking, blueberry raking, rock hopping, Tahitian dancing, distance running, exploring the museums and monuments in DC, cooking ethnic foods, and many, many more. <br />
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I thank my military upbringing for my enthusiasm to go to a foreign country on my mission, learn a crazy language, eat ridiculously weird yet delicious food (which, thanks to my MSG allergy, tried to kill me), and jump headfirst into the once very unfamiliar Chinese lifestyle.<br />
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Best of all, my family has had the opportunity to meet another entirely new group of friends every one to three years. Although facebook has made things a little easier, I still wish I was better at staying connected with all the amazing people our family has encountered over time. In fact, I can only pinpoint two real setbacks to a super-transitory childhood: 1) The same awesome friends that you meet? Yeah. You have to (physically) leave them behind again in a few years. 2) Every couple years I get a MAJOR hankering to throw away almost everything I own, pack whatever's left into boxes, and move far, far, far away. Things have been a bit different since I graduated from high school in 2004. Except for 18 (fantastic) months in Hong Kong, I have been in Provo the whole time. Yeah. Since 2004. Sure, I've lived in 5 different apartments over those 8 years but STILL. I am beyond antsy. We've been in our current apartment for almost 3 years which is still, to this day, the longest I have ever lived in a single home. BRING ON SPENCER'S GRAD SCHOOL!<br />
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So you can imagine my excitement when my parents told me that dad was awaiting orders for yet another new job assignment. Sure, I don't live at home anymore, but you can bet I'll visit my family at least once each tour of duty. My kid (someday plural) needs to see his grandparents! So after a lot of guessing and waiting, my parents finally let the cat out of the bag and announced where they'll be living for the next few years (AKA, my next vacation destination)....<br />
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This kiddo has a great personality! He cracks us up with his silly faces, funny noises, and contagious giggles. He was born with ginormous fat rolls and he's still got them. If you think his cheeks are chunky, you've gotta see his thighs. W-O-W.</div>
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<b>Weight:</b> 35 pounds. Yeah. I'm super buff, thanks for asking :)</div>
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<b>Favorite activities:</b> signing, imitating animal noises (some obscure ones, too... like turkeys, dinosaurs, and monsters), pretending to read books to himself, EATING, playing with light switches, playing peekaboo, tickling our feet under the bathroom door when we're... ehem... busy.</div>
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<b>Favorite food:</b> goldfish crackers</div>
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<b>Favorite TV show:</b> Little Einsteins</div>
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<b>Favorite book:</b> Very Hungry Caterpillar</div>
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<b>Favorite animal noise:</b> frog. If he doesn't know what sound a certain animal makes, it automatically becomes a frog.</div>
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This one was during nursery today... check out this little stud in his purple shirt and blue sweater. Kid didn't even know I was there the two times I went in to peek at him (P.S... sorry I yoinked this picture from your facebook page, Jessica!)</div>
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<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-66040636247792524662013-02-12T21:53:00.000-07:002013-02-12T21:53:00.487-07:00Are you there, friends? It's me, Amy.Long time. No really... it's been a LONG time.<br />
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This is what happened after my last post: I defended my thesis (and passed, by the way), graduated, and then... RELAXED. Apparently I relaxed for 8 months, but that's a minor detail.<br />
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Here are the last 8 months in a nutshell:<br />
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<b>June</b>: Defended thesis<br />
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<b>July</b>: Read books, cleaned my house, cooked real food, finally had time to spend with my family and do fun things for the first time in 2 years<br />
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<b>August</b>: Colton turned 1 (yay!), officially graduated, began working as an SLP for Nebo School District<br />
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<b>September</b>: Ran the Color Run - killed it. Blew colored chalk out of my nose for a week<br />
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<b>October</b>: Ran a 10K... while wearing pink polyester pants... and pushing a 14-month old in a stroller. We dressed up as Winnie-the-Pooh characters because we're that cool.<br />
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<b>November</b>: Was called to be in the Primary presidency. First Thanksgiving away from family; cooked WAY too much food and played with the Aviles crew.<br />
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<b>December</b>: Crazy Christmas in Sammamish = 9 adults, 4 dogs, 3 babies, 2 bedroom house, 1 nasty virus, and a partridge in a pear tree. Oh, and I lost 15 pounds (over four months... not just in December).<br />
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<b>January</b>: Spencer started his last undergrad semester (whoopwhoop!), I tried out CrossFit and fell in love. Too bad I'm poor and can't keep going.<br />
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<b>February</b>: Colton started nursery! Now I'm actually useful during the last 2 hours of church. Decided to go full-time next Fall so I can finish my CFY faster. However, I was asked to start full time as soon as possible... SO... as soon as Spencer graduates in April, I'm switching. I'll be done in NOVEMBER!<br />
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February's always been an introspective month for me. As I sat down making goals for the big 2-7, I decided that I really <i>need </i>to update the blog more often--if for no other reason, because I'm kind of disgusted by how difficult it was to remember just one thing I did every month since June. Sad, right? So here's to allowing my close friends and family to have a better idea of how we're doing than everyone else who can read our facebook status updates! :)<br />
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We've missed you all :)Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-45343507960996760112012-06-21T15:52:00.000-06:002012-06-21T15:52:47.868-06:00The end is near!My thesis was approved by my committee and the graduate coordinator this week! It went through a TON of revisions since I submitted it a week ago but I'm really proud of the way it's turned out. I was finally able to schedule my defense, which is my last hoop to jump through before graduation. I ordered my cap and gown this week and did a happy dance because I was so excited.<div>
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Proof! 135 pages of awesomeness.</div>
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Speaking of the little man, I feel as though every single day with him recently has been an absolute riot. He's obsessed with giggling, eating food off my plate (still no sign of teeth at 10 months old... he just gums everything in sight), standing (on his own!), playing with pens and markers, playing catch (well... he and Spencer gently throw the ball back and forth <i>at</i>... not <i>to...</i> each other), dancing whenever he hears music, clapping and waving, and banging on the piano (which is sweet, sweet music to his piano-playing mother's ears). He's constantly happy; tears are rare except when food is taken away from him or we're pinning him to the ground to change his diaper. </div>
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He's standing ALL. THE. TIME. He fights every position except standing (and has since he was 7 months old). We've avoided cuts, bumps, and bruises pretty well up until now but he's just starting to get adventurous with letting go when he's standing or taking steps with us. I'm pretty excited that I'm finishing up with school <i>right</i> when he's trying to start walking. Any earlier and I still would have been slaving away on the thesis. What can I say? The kid's a keeper :)</div>
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Basically, we're doing pretty well! Our Lake Chelan trip and Spencer's birthday are coming up in the next two weeks but we'll think about those once my defense is over. As for now, I'm loving all this new-found time I have! It's mostly spent on sleep and quality time with my boys :) And maybe a LITTLE bit on preparing for next Thursday's meeting... but just a little bit.</div>
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I finished my thesis. <br />
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No sleep.<br />
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Relief.<br />
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As of August 9th, I will only respond to "Master Cornett." Or "mom." :)Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-88620323713919864722012-06-06T16:19:00.001-06:002012-06-06T16:19:55.611-06:00Update Time!Hey all!<br />
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I am deep in the midst of the busiest time in my life so it's a miracle that this post is being written at all. I've been working on thesis every spare second of every day (and night) and unfortunately, those "spare" seconds have come at really awkward times. But some days, you just need a little break. Today that break comes in the form of a blog post.<br />
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As busy as grad school has been, I've told myself that no matter what, Colton is priority 1. So as soon as he goes down for a nap, I write and write and write and write. And as soon as Spencer comes home from school or work, he takes over feeding/changing/playing so I can write and write and write. And when Colton goes to bed around 9:00 at night, I get in my car, drive over to the almost-deserted Taylor building, and write and write and write until ridiculous hours of the morning. I got home at 4:00 this morning :( But I'm almost done! I have about 85 pages finished and I completed my data analysis last night. I can do this. I can bust my tail for two more weeks. And THEN I'll be FINISHED!<br />
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So I'm not getting much sleep... but it's no less than when Colton was a newborn. And my boys are my motivation! I'm thinking about language impairment and social communication intervention and counting productions of emotion-based words so often during the day that when I'm with Spencer and Colton, I make sure I'm with <i>them</i> and no one else. Thesis goes on the backburner. And THAT is my reality check. I'll do anything I have to do if it means I get to play with my boys every day.<br />
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As for Spencer... he's amazing! He's the only reason why our house is ever clean. He lets me focus on school and he kicks into full housekeeper gear and keeps our place looking great. AND he's a great dad! I can get lots of Colton smiles but Spencer can get that kid to absolutely crack up. It's pretty cute. Spencer quit his job at Calloway Labs and is now doing the same thing (drug testing) for the company that originally contracted Calloway. He's getting just as many hours as he was before but now he doesn't have to drive to Salt Lake a bajillion times a week. Huzzah! He's throwing in a couple extra hours in at the Telefund again, too. AND he's taking classes. AND he still manages to go to bed at a normal hour (lucky man...). Superman, maybe? <br />
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Colton's adorable (duh). He just had his 9 month appointment and is weighing in at a whopping 23 lbs (90th percentile!). Our doctor took one look at his chunky legs and asked us if we wrestle with him. Yeah... we practically do. Every time we change his diaper :) OR... every time I try to take his picture with my phone:<br />
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We love you all! The next time you hear from us... I'll probably be done with my beastly thesis! (WOOHOO!)</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-58656966180950788652012-05-12T00:32:00.002-06:002013-02-20T17:26:36.987-07:00The Provo City Center TempleAfter we had finished taking all of our finals in December 2010, Spencer and I got on a plane for Seattle to spend the holidays with his family. The morning after we got there, I remember waking up to the news that the Provo Tabernacle had caught on fire in the middle of the night. I was shocked. I had seen the Tabernacle on our way to the airport a few hours before.<br />
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I sat at my computer and bawled like a little girl. I loved the Provo Tabernacle; there was so much history in that wonderful building! I'd attended tons of Stake Conferences in that building. So had my mother. So had her mother. This Tabernacle had major connections with my family. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that I live <em>across the street</em> from this building! I didn't just come across the Tabernacle that one time I drove to the airport; I saw it every single time I left my house. And I <em>loved</em> it! I was so sad to see it burn.</div>
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I read countless news articles searching for updates regarding the plans for the tabernacle. It was reported that the inside was completely destroyed; the roof caved in; the facade was seriously damaged but it was all that was left. Scaffolding was erected around the outside and then it seemed like <em>nothing</em> else happened for so long.</div>
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The inside of the tabernacle was mapped out on the grass next to the building. Workers used cranes to move everything from the inside of the tabernacle to the corresponding coordinates on the grass to find out what caused the fire. Eventually, they learned that after a Christmas concert, an accidental fire started in the attic from a light or a heat lamp (I don't remember which) that was too close to a speaker box. The flames spread out from there. Within hours, almost everything was gone. While looking for more information I found a couple of really neat pictures online:</div>
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I lived in Cordova, Tennessee when the Memphis Tennessee temple was announced to be in the built in the backyard of my ward building. I was in Young Women's when it was built and I remember getting to help with hanging crystals on the chandeliers and putting some gold leafing on the walls. I got to work at the temple open house and put booties on guests coming to see the House of the Lord. My mom sang in the dedication choir and I learned all the songs with her because I was so excited (remember that, mom?!). That was the first temple dedication that I ever attended and I remember feeling completely positive that I was in a holy place. I have been so thrilled at the thought that I'm once again going to be in the ward boundaries of another LDS temple. I'm not sure if Spencer and I will be here the whole time the temple's under construction but I'm excited to be here for a little part of it!</div>
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The groundbreaking ceremony is tomorrow and Spencer, Colton, and I will be there bright and early to listen to Elder Jeffrey R. Holland speak. I wanted to go on a walk today to take a picture of the grounds before all the fun stuff starts but it was already dark outside when we got home from errands. Mable Burt (in our ward) took this picure and I borrowed it from her facebook page :). They're all set up and ready to go!</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-79712179701581675022012-05-02T11:42:00.000-06:002012-05-02T11:42:59.325-06:00Dear Spencer,When I first met you... I looked like this:<br />
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And you looked like this:<br />
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<br />We were friends, but that was about it. I was busy "dating older men" as you like to say, or "getting good grades" as I like to say. You were busy... playing the field :)<br />
<br />Following our Freshman year, you went on your mission here:<br />
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<br />About a year later, I went on my mission here:<br />
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We went on a few dates after that, and I liked you a lot. I remember texting my mom after our second date. I wrote, "I like him, but I don't want to be one of those RMs who gets into a relationship immediately after getting home. I think I'm going to tell him we've had fun but I'm done after our third date tonight." My mom still laughs at the text message she got from me the next day, "Okay mom, nevermind. I really like him. I'm pretty sure we're going to keep dating."</div>
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Years later, I found out that at this point (yeah... it was after we kissed for the first time...) although I was hooked, you still needed some more convincing. I decided that it was time for ME to take YOU on a date. We went here:</div>
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...and I think that by opening up your stomach, I finally opened up your heart. I had to bribe you, but we decided to give "us" a try. I'm so glad you agreed :)</div>
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We did all the things that people who date do. We carved pumpkins:</div>
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<br />We picked each others' noses... (Okay... not everyone does that. We MAY have posed for this one...):</div>
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Finally... the big day arrived. On May 2, 2009 we were married for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake City Temple. It was the best day of my life (up to that point. Don't worry... it hasn't been a downhill slide ever since). I still feel like the luckiest girl alive:</div>
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We went to DC to visit my family:</div>
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We dressed up as Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom for the Harry Potter 6 midnight premiere:<br />
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We did a fun murder mystery dinner with your family:<br />
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When the journey began, my bump was pretty small:</div>
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On August 24, 2011, we welcomed the most beautiful baby we've ever seen into the world and we were both in love at first sight. (Can you even imagine what we did before he was here?) I love being your baby mama:</div>
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I wouldn't have it any other way and I wouldn't want to do any of it with anyone else. I love you infinity O, salt and pepper shaker, paprika (if you're not Spencer, don't ask). Thanks for letting me take you to Outback 4 years ago. :)</div>
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-A.Corn.</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-23338629994219759202012-04-30T23:30:00.000-06:002012-04-30T23:30:35.633-06:00The past (almost) 5 months...Hey everyone! <br />
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Yeah, yeah, yeah... we're still alive. In fact, we're doing fabulously (thanks for asking)! The world of not-blogging is an ugly slippery slope, I tell you. First you skip a week... then you skip two weeks... and the next thing you know, you're catching up on five months of craziness. Guilty! I have a TON of pictures I need to post, but I'll get to those later. For now, I really just want to write an update before yet another month passes by without a single blog entry.<br />
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Here are some fun things that we've been up to lately. I'm sure I'll forget important things, but forgive me :)<br />
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December:<br />
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<li>Spencer, Colton and I flew out to DC to spend Christmas with my whole family.</li>
<li>Colt turned 4 months and learned how to grab things with his hand (especially his toes).</li>
<li>Colt's first (2) airplane rides! They went off without a hitch.</li>
<li>I enjoyed my last little bits of school/work-free life post baby.</li>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Yes, he's actually sleeping like this. As soon as Colton discovered his toes, we could never keep him away from them. Even in his sleep.</em></span></div>
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January:<br />
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<li>I started my internship at Vineyard Elementary (and became besties with my supervisor. Seriously. I love her).</li>
<li>Spencer managed to go to school AND work 40+ hours a week. He's so wonderful.</li>
<li>I worked as a TA for Dr. Brinton's intro to CommD course. No one ever came to office hours. EVER. So Colton and I watched Community, Parks & Recreation, and Baby Einstein on the big projector screen.</li>
<li> I made some interesting new year's resolutions. I always make a TON so this year, to make them a little more manageable, I started with one and I've added a new one every month. At the end of April, I'm still going strong :) In January, I gave up carbonated beverages and now... they don't ever tempt me anymore!</li>
<li>Colton started eating solid foods. Rice cereal was a "meh" at first, but we soon discovered his love of sweet potatoes and carrots and rice cereal was put on the back burner.</li>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Colton eating prunes. He has to eat them regularly to stay... well... regular. Unfortunately, it took us this first exposure to learn that clothes should NEVER be worn while eating prunes. He now eats prunes in only his diaper... and that outfit will never be the same.</span></em></div>
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February:<br />
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<li>I turned 26. Yeah. No big deal :)</li>
<li>Spencer's family was in town for Chase and Emily's wedding. It was beautiful!</li>
<li>We went on Colton's first road trip (to Sammamish) for Chase's wedding reception and flew back afterwards. I got to share a twin-sized bottom bunk with a 5 1/2 month old and a long-arm quilting machine (not recommended).</li>
<li>Colton turned 6 months old (crazy, right?) and decided that rice cereal wasn't so bad.</li>
<li>Colton started crawling.</li>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is Colton during our 13 hour road trip. He was AWESOME.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>This is Colton during my office hours a few days after he started crawling. He's obviously thrilled about his new mobility.</em></span></div>
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March:</div>
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<li>I took the Praxis and had to wait until April to find out my score (see April).</li>
<li>Colton turned 7 months old and learned to pull himself up into standing! His crib is now on the lowest setting to thward his efforts at escaping his bed and destroying his mobile (p.s... he got the mobile. It's no longer with us).</li>
<li>Mom and dad came for General Conference! We got to spend some quality time with them and the rest of the fam-damily</li>
<li>Tuck came and stayed with us for about 5 days. I still miss her.</li>
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April:</div>
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<li>I found out that I passed the Praxis! (Nay... I KILLED the Praxis).</li>
<li>I finished my internship at Vineyard and have MAJORLY missed my kids and Dorthy (aforementioned awesome supervisor) ever since.</li>
<li>Spencer had to up his hours to about 65+ a week because his co-worker was... ehem... dismissed.</li>
<li>Spencer joined a gym and I lost like 7 pounds Kinect-ing it up every day.</li>
<li>Colton's first Easter! He even did an Easter egg hung for yogurt bites and pretty much tried to eat the plastic eggs and grass. Needless to say, it was adorable.</li>
<li>I kicked some major thesis butt. I'm going to own that thing by August.</li>
<li>Colton is 8 months and continues to amaze us. He's let go of things while standing a couple of times and I'm terrified that he'll be walking in no time.</li>
<li>I got a job! I'll be a speech-language pathologist for Nebo School District starting in the Fall. I'll work part-time so I can still take care of Colton and Spencer can take a full load of classes. I am so excited I could just pee!</li>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Colton's obsessed with this window. He now crawls up into his bumbo to look outside. Oh, and he tries to tear the blinds of the walls.</em></span></div>
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'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-39476900190076868662011-12-04T16:07:00.005-07:002011-12-04T17:32:53.627-07:00Rocking and Rolling (Over)<div style="text-align: left;">So... Colton is amazing. He does tummy time multiple times every day and I never cease to be amazed by how strong he's getting. On Tuesday, Spencer and I set him on his stomach and Colton then proceeded to SCOOT across the floor! I mean, he's not "crawling" yet, but my three month old can scoot!</div><div><br /></div><div>And so it begins.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day, I was trying to get Colton to scoot again so I could catch it on camera. While Colt was looking adorable and cooing at me a ton, I caught this picture of him blowing spit bubbles at me:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aMfZa44GL63Uu1TeeWdZOPOJJADCQ5EA5tg_vNfdogWWWAxdCOnNw7hj4vtP5JnWUR8amKVW5eQqPsY0qOegjn0VWLlqzoj59Ac4Dy74DCliMUgk_UyMjTvm4RC_0zlOeDffGjCY9Rgr/s1600/spit+bubbles.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aMfZa44GL63Uu1TeeWdZOPOJJADCQ5EA5tg_vNfdogWWWAxdCOnNw7hj4vtP5JnWUR8amKVW5eQqPsY0qOegjn0VWLlqzoj59Ac4Dy74DCliMUgk_UyMjTvm4RC_0zlOeDffGjCY9Rgr/s320/spit+bubbles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419101963042482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div> And then, he started rocking...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCPkwDQW5XrldiEAHT9nPf-BdMEHW1UzutJXQYbGHSevdMfehuI9t_hywspwGErWrzheXvQ19buMu1ZeVS4TQP-jB1DrMtePpi_1f6mTM9ld6L9kg6620tf3sQL1hToRb1EOeyzvNrN6s/s1600/about+to+fall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCPkwDQW5XrldiEAHT9nPf-BdMEHW1UzutJXQYbGHSevdMfehuI9t_hywspwGErWrzheXvQ19buMu1ZeVS4TQP-jB1DrMtePpi_1f6mTM9ld6L9kg6620tf3sQL1hToRb1EOeyzvNrN6s/s320/about+to+fall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419107751823218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>And rocking...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw8TikVyQFUVYV_2hL8TqTzSQ3_CWu50v4UwkM4zOnK-8Zb4KJp8QJRaUnWOJUlO3D3WAI1YNSs4tUO2sA5JgrfyCpY30JfGPKG42OLBhN9aFh9_xTgosHuMhW_cyA20weHIflp8Ubocc/s1600/toppling.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw8TikVyQFUVYV_2hL8TqTzSQ3_CWu50v4UwkM4zOnK-8Zb4KJp8QJRaUnWOJUlO3D3WAI1YNSs4tUO2sA5JgrfyCpY30JfGPKG42OLBhN9aFh9_xTgosHuMhW_cyA20weHIflp8Ubocc/s320/toppling.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419142099175026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>And then he ROLLED OVER!</div><div><br /></div><div>Woohoo! I was so excited that I threw my phone and started squealing and clapping. I have no idea what Colton was thinking but apparently he thought I was hilarious because he stayed on his back and started giggling. I played with this cute face for the next half hour or so:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDdAsSVOOCEaIqN7XK7XNeulgP4xOtgspjV81fiCCrur9W_J2PbWgGy3XLtVhFkE10jSwP43OkzCb4HvsHKDWBA1dnXuTNzuLAZj0lJXZe8-xV3Z0xzvONIMCWI2s8ooyNoWb0WpIzyDa/s1600/Conversationalist.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDdAsSVOOCEaIqN7XK7XNeulgP4xOtgspjV81fiCCrur9W_J2PbWgGy3XLtVhFkE10jSwP43OkzCb4HvsHKDWBA1dnXuTNzuLAZj0lJXZe8-xV3Z0xzvONIMCWI2s8ooyNoWb0WpIzyDa/s320/Conversationalist.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419120465873842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is how Colton used to do during tummy time:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMwEnbv0JVkGEWZa8P6WQga3hrHgHvnudpLCvqfe3M1tBhcV3DrqK60l2dvZ-xs8gSMrpN82LS0Yqe5aMUlcQPNqB3qzn9uDekk7j6OAHSEr3BCb5Hn8aRMxdHvz387_7MBv_oEd-AoOb/s1600/9.21.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMwEnbv0JVkGEWZa8P6WQga3hrHgHvnudpLCvqfe3M1tBhcV3DrqK60l2dvZ-xs8gSMrpN82LS0Yqe5aMUlcQPNqB3qzn9uDekk7j6OAHSEr3BCb5Hn8aRMxdHvz387_7MBv_oEd-AoOb/s320/9.21.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419584291343778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then he got a little bit stronger:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUFs4w1kQCxYIGVJzX_op55M4Yobf9J9TXQb-XcGSagQ56mWA9DFAr8Lph-OBQwSZcq2IHthoO1URtWP1tyhf6bl8M-CDR1CSNlgkZ1DLSkN26a_NwGYpSy8GkKLDeEZ-VAxTiESN-COk/s1600/Tummy+Time.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUFs4w1kQCxYIGVJzX_op55M4Yobf9J9TXQb-XcGSagQ56mWA9DFAr8Lph-OBQwSZcq2IHthoO1URtWP1tyhf6bl8M-CDR1CSNlgkZ1DLSkN26a_NwGYpSy8GkKLDeEZ-VAxTiESN-COk/s320/Tummy+Time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419600639374594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And now he can do this for about 20 minutes:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBRLFQ32JWSRcvVfA99cW6dWKWfXwwJNbaYfk0EaHWTmz5y6pz_7aJqNWxlEBoKgmZCZDRF2fQheuP7_7eVIVjMjxx9_QTNZ7ksVc2Z1VYu_gKlJLN3Dx7IzAEXueCtFRrJyvcVfKG5J4/s1600/watching+tv.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBRLFQ32JWSRcvVfA99cW6dWKWfXwwJNbaYfk0EaHWTmz5y6pz_7aJqNWxlEBoKgmZCZDRF2fQheuP7_7eVIVjMjxx9_QTNZ7ksVc2Z1VYu_gKlJLN3Dx7IzAEXueCtFRrJyvcVfKG5J4/s320/watching+tv.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419583809791714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>I was doing laundry that day while Colton was watching Food Network. You like his jeans? What would you do if I told you they were actually jeggings? Well, they're sweatpants so I guess they're really jweats... hmmm. Anyways, I love his pants :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Backtracking a bit, Thanksgiving has come and gone! Kent and DeRue came to town and the cooking insanity commenced! Brunch and dinner with all the Cornetts, Normans, and Walkers was really fun (and delicious) but holy heck, we were all EXHAUSTED afterwards. Colton has learned to stay asleep until at least 6:30 in the morning ever since. Even when he wakes up early in the morning we only have to feed him for a few minutes before he falls back asleep until 8:30 or so. He's turning out to be a dream baby, schedule-wise!</div><div><br /></div><div>And this is the cute face I wake up to every morning:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFf-NF8C6w7czdyM_OqC3iHq-ddc6ImyB4iJAw90a633QIpK3htdDUKdHmzw5OV2wBf9x_2DOZvRFl3ieftk7BJ1dormzm-YmPEyeOIfayYHXgYhHuuP12xiTnOzcjqXIZQhP-unruimL_/s1600/sweet+little+face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFf-NF8C6w7czdyM_OqC3iHq-ddc6ImyB4iJAw90a633QIpK3htdDUKdHmzw5OV2wBf9x_2DOZvRFl3ieftk7BJ1dormzm-YmPEyeOIfayYHXgYhHuuP12xiTnOzcjqXIZQhP-unruimL_/s320/sweet+little+face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682420504010473506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Since Spencer and I will be in DC for Christmas this year, Kent and DeRue brought Christmas to us during Thanksgiving. The biggest present went to Colton! Here's a photo to help you size up how big this thing was:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1POhnV_sOwCmjyBEBqpMcsG5BjiS7ulddb-mZdOgXstTGDapF9Mu7P8qzjvgfsUTGyxEbuvR1eoLTt9EJVpdlJxgGQhErVToYx_ELe5Be1hATvGHFFNZ86P2WTgfUDQm2ZBuQnPn91eGK/s1600/early+family+christmas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1POhnV_sOwCmjyBEBqpMcsG5BjiS7ulddb-mZdOgXstTGDapF9Mu7P8qzjvgfsUTGyxEbuvR1eoLTt9EJVpdlJxgGQhErVToYx_ELe5Be1hATvGHFFNZ86P2WTgfUDQm2ZBuQnPn91eGK/s320/early+family+christmas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682420468348556370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Any guesses? Colton really liked staring at the wrapping paper and the ribbon... and sometimes at nothing at all:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcw9LMXYa_aCeZ7QUdZnlSkuog4WBGunrZe-CtztX0Wkt92aNU8a9c7mtVL_wBPThCHh89RnjjkV__tjA9QRWeIwWRtcimT3LVRi4qOxF0-NbL-bYCQ8kpXOlU79BUVTWW8EtMBTjk0yg/s1600/colton+for+christmas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcw9LMXYa_aCeZ7QUdZnlSkuog4WBGunrZe-CtztX0Wkt92aNU8a9c7mtVL_wBPThCHh89RnjjkV__tjA9QRWeIwWRtcimT3LVRi4qOxF0-NbL-bYCQ8kpXOlU79BUVTWW8EtMBTjk0yg/s320/colton+for+christmas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419606945758850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>I love him. SO much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, the huge present turned out to be a baby bouncer! I can't wait until Colton's a little bigger so he can use it. Until then, I'll just hold him a lot:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO_7fGD0wLpD0u8ZVmfRXbICqJWvY5lrgfdY91Wx_ixt4Xar2zublHAgNrWrhXSiK2DrSJFkqqgIsNCJtJpxy4Hp9NTs-G-ts45Wex_9iWVhXvd_5K1WDt2ZJZNWlgXmeUGZRYgEZLXkK/s1600/mommy+and+colton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO_7fGD0wLpD0u8ZVmfRXbICqJWvY5lrgfdY91Wx_ixt4Xar2zublHAgNrWrhXSiK2DrSJFkqqgIsNCJtJpxy4Hp9NTs-G-ts45Wex_9iWVhXvd_5K1WDt2ZJZNWlgXmeUGZRYgEZLXkK/s320/mommy+and+colton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682420472490561282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Colton got another toy, too. I love it because it is occasionally the only thing that soothes his crying... and because it makes him get all googly-eyed:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4yVIo8btSxJBQtBwKbSDQ7DoMZZCrGhMbEOuMgh9cFyjh5WushNbriu22UXYtUoNtVppdrG7PWg22osyPzB8gKMADWSfY7t-dvhJy2FMtcnY1BSsUOjFeKgFt0e6FW8Ux4UTamhFz50A/s1600/new+favorite+toy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4yVIo8btSxJBQtBwKbSDQ7DoMZZCrGhMbEOuMgh9cFyjh5WushNbriu22UXYtUoNtVppdrG7PWg22osyPzB8gKMADWSfY7t-dvhJy2FMtcnY1BSsUOjFeKgFt0e6FW8Ux4UTamhFz50A/s320/new+favorite+toy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682420496379209026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>See?</div><div><br /></div><div>Last weekend we took family photos (which I'll have to post when they're available) and Colton and Rigby had their first pictures with Santa:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1vrbRWWYRZ7c5LWaznQFOUxmLoRw0-qdje4NxD74QeTzT5EJGouSSUXA26EU86E8zADgo3KBrpEPKlU634-G9Tu7DKhWu3MTE__WG_MqhdK1mMa9kVbTFnaI95M7nYouYA8JBKm_wydN/s1600/santa.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1vrbRWWYRZ7c5LWaznQFOUxmLoRw0-qdje4NxD74QeTzT5EJGouSSUXA26EU86E8zADgo3KBrpEPKlU634-G9Tu7DKhWu3MTE__WG_MqhdK1mMa9kVbTFnaI95M7nYouYA8JBKm_wydN/s320/santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682420499542239714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>As you can see, Riggles loved every minute. Colton, on the other hand, loved chewing on his hands. </div><div><br /></div><div>In fact, he loves chewing on everything. Here's a list of stuff I've caught him chewing on in the last two weeks:</div><div><ul><li>his hands</li><li>our hands</li><li>clothing (his and ours)</li><li>pacifiers (duh)</li><li>my hair</li><li>his carseat</li><li>burp clothes</li><li>the carpet</li><li>rattles</li><li>our quilt</li><li>bath towels and washclothes</li><li>my neck... when we're snuggling</li></ul><div>And we get a LOT of snuggling time:</div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZy8DV8AX_Nq5QTCes3m-u99X1IT2Ta-YuSJKK3FbyUZaIH4EGwBV0-qi3WF9XSef8N5FPb-gheJL1YKa61mGfZbMuSSRmyc84L-S74odHgKpPldDCIAMiz0aJWUqGtqQx8lh_XNYprZZw/s1600/dad+snuggles.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZy8DV8AX_Nq5QTCes3m-u99X1IT2Ta-YuSJKK3FbyUZaIH4EGwBV0-qi3WF9XSef8N5FPb-gheJL1YKa61mGfZbMuSSRmyc84L-S74odHgKpPldDCIAMiz0aJWUqGtqQx8lh_XNYprZZw/s320/dad+snuggles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682419619435882402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I love my boys. And I love you all! </div><div><br /></div><div>'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-2227590265004591922011-11-21T18:05:00.012-07:002011-11-21T18:56:40.820-07:00Now you see it... Now you don't<div style="text-align: left;">MY HAIR, THAT IS!</div><div><br /></div><div>This was earlier this afternoon:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF9zYS11RIN2qIbZpWO9DkQSj_FyS_F7TFKbGQuBokU-pzNlqtZM4FDoULfVUbtB29R1wi25Wg0XOOuHevZjXPliIL84VhcBc3AAmwT0i3dbVGI_g31a5RS9ikYsiNvIhJSVASVPKfF_D/s1600/now+you+see+it.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF9zYS11RIN2qIbZpWO9DkQSj_FyS_F7TFKbGQuBokU-pzNlqtZM4FDoULfVUbtB29R1wi25Wg0XOOuHevZjXPliIL84VhcBc3AAmwT0i3dbVGI_g31a5RS9ikYsiNvIhJSVASVPKfF_D/s320/now+you+see+it.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620428874017938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>You see all those nappy locks? I've been wanting to chop them off for ages. Now that Colton is finally on a good schedule (more on that later...) I had the time to go get it taken care of.</div><div><br /></div><div>So THIS is going in the mail tomorrow for Locks of Love:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybR9Pqwoy4vQypmBSMdoHLTooX2x2FWsVhCF4njvVqXhu4o1yyjfc6MIvxM_73-KaM1YorMPr5u9g194tQLLGnSEvjyX3fmLjStfKnpr9rkYnl9P6z5OW9OzhQXUVuu6RvStKEtqW8bWx/s1600/locks+of+love.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybR9Pqwoy4vQypmBSMdoHLTooX2x2FWsVhCF4njvVqXhu4o1yyjfc6MIvxM_73-KaM1YorMPr5u9g194tQLLGnSEvjyX3fmLjStfKnpr9rkYnl9P6z5OW9OzhQXUVuu6RvStKEtqW8bWx/s320/locks+of+love.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621049945758482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Because now my hair looks like THIS!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOH8LN-xzDX0uvthyphenhyphenD8GKItc4S6V5nylOfBHnMgcjYaHFxe-2vEEnQktrvjWZ7Yjn94TPUJ1woeRWUhsWbdLqQxe5PNYOGy63dOg93OX2HkvPg9Xr-O2mV6_-O6WmppVNPX1qJorkAmmN9/s1600/bye+bye+hair%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOH8LN-xzDX0uvthyphenhyphenD8GKItc4S6V5nylOfBHnMgcjYaHFxe-2vEEnQktrvjWZ7Yjn94TPUJ1woeRWUhsWbdLqQxe5PNYOGy63dOg93OX2HkvPg9Xr-O2mV6_-O6WmppVNPX1qJorkAmmN9/s320/bye+bye+hair%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620430235932754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a closeup:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLq7vdETq3DGZmZNG3cvHhp4DIul_YSzr4fu1KpP6Q-8NfZtytp2D4lxWdpiOFZ6E6ESQbzhVvEzp6tZQ2z3Rn-dbP7jfg2fmGgehI8J56h2Qs8sYiFfmefGwejl65ztQ5GeCdHLPzJhj/s1600/haircut+closeup.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLq7vdETq3DGZmZNG3cvHhp4DIul_YSzr4fu1KpP6Q-8NfZtytp2D4lxWdpiOFZ6E6ESQbzhVvEzp6tZQ2z3Rn-dbP7jfg2fmGgehI8J56h2Qs8sYiFfmefGwejl65ztQ5GeCdHLPzJhj/s320/haircut+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621031818071922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I LOOOVE it. I haven't had it this short in a long time and I'm so glad I finally did it. I tried putting it back into a ponytail and... well... I can't. Not even a little nub. But that's okay! When it's this short it stays out of the way anyways.</div><div><br /></div><div>I finally decided it had to go because THIS guy:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkSjbVnMKRRmiz90Hdtcj0O3SUi83td2cCz7Of27FCljrFe-vRP5KiyUByc9pxphW9P3RP891Ks2ewGjReOk8Tvr-UMvE8eiEjHRyvZAvLH4ds1XKhVJ-efgZE0lejybths9K6hx62RSk/s1600/contortionism.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkSjbVnMKRRmiz90Hdtcj0O3SUi83td2cCz7Of27FCljrFe-vRP5KiyUByc9pxphW9P3RP891Ks2ewGjReOk8Tvr-UMvE8eiEjHRyvZAvLH4ds1XKhVJ-efgZE0lejybths9K6hx62RSk/s320/contortionism.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620446279852914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>has decided that everything must be grabbed and then promptly put into his mouth. Including my hair. Scratch that... ESPECIALLY my hair. He also likes to spit up ALL the heck over my 'do.... so yeah... I was anxious to see it go. </div><div><br /></div><div>Colton started drooling a lot the past week or so, which makes us a little nervous that he might be getting ready for some teeth soon (please, no... please, no...). He's not crying or fussing any more than usual, but he has started gnawing on everything in sight. </div><div><br /></div><div>Exhibit A - munching on his own hands:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w4qHKtU4FWgy5_QVj1y9_MiTTxN5F0khlNBqSMWKhHyf4FXDa4wBC46nvxp9HTgD7VHPLZoRZZM4ZqCfsY-z35WD6rg3mHv-1b4ZStqcDA_S9XPjdnj5QbKU2dkVAUhlyUvT4PJDTGmJ/s1600/hand+sucker.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w4qHKtU4FWgy5_QVj1y9_MiTTxN5F0khlNBqSMWKhHyf4FXDa4wBC46nvxp9HTgD7VHPLZoRZZM4ZqCfsY-z35WD6rg3mHv-1b4ZStqcDA_S9XPjdnj5QbKU2dkVAUhlyUvT4PJDTGmJ/s320/hand+sucker.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621036001235602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Exhibit B - munching on other peoples' hands:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzIG_HMXOVZVGhe1pkXyun4U1-xZRLbt7nvxkxFbiNwkhWujVlhKJvTX6m_oeqr3W2FtA56i2JKlGfD42e8cIqbGeoPNkViEXtrbJzNUo2H4PNbcoV8iXnss_ki_-YXpfmgiyMEuZEeNt/s1600/yummy+fingers.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzIG_HMXOVZVGhe1pkXyun4U1-xZRLbt7nvxkxFbiNwkhWujVlhKJvTX6m_oeqr3W2FtA56i2JKlGfD42e8cIqbGeoPNkViEXtrbJzNUo2H4PNbcoV8iXnss_ki_-YXpfmgiyMEuZEeNt/s320/yummy+fingers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621566235560338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He's getting a lot bigger and stronger, too! He's still owning his tummy time, but now he makes cute noises at us while he's doing it. Yesterday morning, he and Spencer were exchanging cute noises for about 10 minutes before Colton got a little too excited and started crying:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpziiv7N7lIRo9UK8hpGUw5JVFawDcZ5OzWHhyTUzY38YbLizWluNc9Sxr5E8il8XzcSHb8hGh015qWSss94W-4XLZ_p19hry_17225p63pIsXLWDEVbQpq3n3laxh4qqzv8tNAAonn24T/s1600/double+tummy+time.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpziiv7N7lIRo9UK8hpGUw5JVFawDcZ5OzWHhyTUzY38YbLizWluNc9Sxr5E8il8XzcSHb8hGh015qWSss94W-4XLZ_p19hry_17225p63pIsXLWDEVbQpq3n3laxh4qqzv8tNAAonn24T/s320/double+tummy+time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620441012661858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He can sit up for a second or two on his own:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hZGmGLKbK9o6FlwZXfgt6EvaBr0p4Or8uaX8fPPtlwHPApCZTwBIqHBzvRdQIFnBDB2jxouygCcXqZWCt_SsJ97YASuiLighjRcynv85S-9PI9rgHJxMrfnu98iPtY5Y8ocgqogIMRFN/s1600/look+no+hands.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hZGmGLKbK9o6FlwZXfgt6EvaBr0p4Or8uaX8fPPtlwHPApCZTwBIqHBzvRdQIFnBDB2jxouygCcXqZWCt_SsJ97YASuiLighjRcynv85S-9PI9rgHJxMrfnu98iPtY5Y8ocgqogIMRFN/s320/look+no+hands.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621053071508130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div> </div><div>And he's officially wearing 6-9 month clothing:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDOo_Pll5-w0jwBcNAxnbbQbQnipUyqZlGP5iSUI5wUyVuX78GgLkV8hoEyxlDpY39YlxI_ohvQHBn-qEOnO0odnmTaPCyRcYwoI1DzdC83DUtpNnu5hwWDGHM_WQfQJECbGKEVhv-OWX/s1600/first+6-9+month+outfit.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDOo_Pll5-w0jwBcNAxnbbQbQnipUyqZlGP5iSUI5wUyVuX78GgLkV8hoEyxlDpY39YlxI_ohvQHBn-qEOnO0odnmTaPCyRcYwoI1DzdC83DUtpNnu5hwWDGHM_WQfQJECbGKEVhv-OWX/s320/first+6-9+month+outfit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620449231792786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>His schedule is a heck of a lot more regular right now. I feed him every four hours: 2:30, 6:30, 10:30, etc. We give him a bath every night at 10:00 and then after his feeding at 10:30 we start rocking him to sleep. He's been asleep by midnight for the past 2 weeks. Every day he starts to sleep a little longer before waking up to feed and this past week he didn't wake up until 8:30 in the morning for two days in a row! Seriously. I had to put my hand under his nose to make sure he was still breathing. Last night was a bit of a regression (i.e., he woke up at 2:30 and stayed up for 2 hours) but I'm willing to pretend it never happened if he'll just go back to sleeping until 8:30 from now on :) So we're all getting more sleep around here lately... which explains why we're really smiling in so many more of our pictures now!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yep. I know. He's really cute:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlYGg4g_jmLbmJyMOuEj1RzmxDE0Z6h56bkIXzakG8qx7K_SbrBFBMLINWSxDuSOH_p5Cfy7umDxaw-N4WgDUDnUaPhn1h3aorhegnYG4zD3oApwgQHeuWPTEjazdK0MZNIhmJ4xFPI10/s1600/silly+daddy+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlYGg4g_jmLbmJyMOuEj1RzmxDE0Z6h56bkIXzakG8qx7K_SbrBFBMLINWSxDuSOH_p5Cfy7umDxaw-N4WgDUDnUaPhn1h3aorhegnYG4zD3oApwgQHeuWPTEjazdK0MZNIhmJ4xFPI10/s320/silly+daddy+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621439869466194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>See what I mean?</div><div><br /></div><div>When Colton was first born, I could see a TON of Cornett features. Now that he's getting bigger, Spencer and his family are convinced that he's more Tucker than Cornett. DeRue sent us some of Spencer's baby pictures the other day because Spencer said he'd forgotten what he looked like as a baby. I still think my baby's pretty Cornett-ish:</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's Colton:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBRStOlbuzo2059lbvcDdpAxAFAlrNtFRuXt4wBH8kJam7NQHrFyamE2gjCUZI7XLAwel9Hg3LodruqLx3997aqVFnCtLawvbgaSs9GJinmoG2N3B7bdMyv0iGYNDzU07OXNoB8imspmv/s1600/life+-+diaper+change.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBRStOlbuzo2059lbvcDdpAxAFAlrNtFRuXt4wBH8kJam7NQHrFyamE2gjCUZI7XLAwel9Hg3LodruqLx3997aqVFnCtLawvbgaSs9GJinmoG2N3B7bdMyv0iGYNDzU07OXNoB8imspmv/s200/life+-+diaper+change.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677625876908756226" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nthMaddn8NnlrNKAUxJoulSBJYjIBnwQvPg2VO7pjd6kbwGyQSPe40DlYe6N_RzGTdUIxfH_MgfInOlxv_2TltNQZ1_MFFRQ0dvAcM-PuptBqOyFEFRb-ZIksku1-ou95wR9TAJOEgWC/s1600/Spencer+as+a+baby+at+Christmas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's Spencer (in the middle):</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nthMaddn8NnlrNKAUxJoulSBJYjIBnwQvPg2VO7pjd6kbwGyQSPe40DlYe6N_RzGTdUIxfH_MgfInOlxv_2TltNQZ1_MFFRQ0dvAcM-PuptBqOyFEFRb-ZIksku1-ou95wR9TAJOEgWC/s1600/Spencer+as+a+baby+at+Christmas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nthMaddn8NnlrNKAUxJoulSBJYjIBnwQvPg2VO7pjd6kbwGyQSPe40DlYe6N_RzGTdUIxfH_MgfInOlxv_2TltNQZ1_MFFRQ0dvAcM-PuptBqOyFEFRb-ZIksku1-ou95wR9TAJOEgWC/s400/Spencer+as+a+baby+at+Christmas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677626262255606130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBRStOlbuzo2059lbvcDdpAxAFAlrNtFRuXt4wBH8kJam7NQHrFyamE2gjCUZI7XLAwel9Hg3LodruqLx3997aqVFnCtLawvbgaSs9GJinmoG2N3B7bdMyv0iGYNDzU07OXNoB8imspmv/s1600/life+-+diaper+change.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some other cute pictures of Spencer as a behbeh:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhOu4PjTBfoubsZG84JrIvMbEAtZUEIXrvI2zA1A6YHNjK0JUBqs529Hf_iqL2Xyght9rFovReati7tgY4U6ip1NXUsS001BQHYs-RkdMRf7hYuAYZeVeoXqBsYPXvJAWqRMKmIhZu13P/s1600/Spencer+-+super+chin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhOu4PjTBfoubsZG84JrIvMbEAtZUEIXrvI2zA1A6YHNjK0JUBqs529Hf_iqL2Xyght9rFovReati7tgY4U6ip1NXUsS001BQHYs-RkdMRf7hYuAYZeVeoXqBsYPXvJAWqRMKmIhZu13P/s320/Spencer+-+super+chin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621449866640082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out my husband's chins! THAT'S where Colton gets it from!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dtih7sV35B8vbJsYmhLQ4gaf2XIFzngN13xYscAu8P5U5QIJheDGxC4LMky5uuENJRaJbkn5bj9qPfC8YLXU7W_awxr7WmmFmC9mpJ_pCSqvVpFyfRTcm4Srlb8GLb_Li7x1q7dIOFBK/s1600/Spencer+-+messy+eater.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dtih7sV35B8vbJsYmhLQ4gaf2XIFzngN13xYscAu8P5U5QIJheDGxC4LMky5uuENJRaJbkn5bj9qPfC8YLXU7W_awxr7WmmFmC9mpJ_pCSqvVpFyfRTcm4Srlb8GLb_Li7x1q7dIOFBK/s320/Spencer+-+messy+eater.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621445290524562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXJbs5MRLYyEH_99PqclpOFzRxsvG8PmroD_xTjMtQHzDlsre6cpsmnDZT48g3KfNUt3T9AEarmpdOVUW2_gwlA5o1-pA3C_p7Vq6elnLBq2zsZ79khXBqOxyswAOjYhdF3skvJh5HYtX/s1600/Spencer+-+tummy+time.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXJbs5MRLYyEH_99PqclpOFzRxsvG8PmroD_xTjMtQHzDlsre6cpsmnDZT48g3KfNUt3T9AEarmpdOVUW2_gwlA5o1-pA3C_p7Vq6elnLBq2zsZ79khXBqOxyswAOjYhdF3skvJh5HYtX/s320/Spencer+-+tummy+time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677626931229345234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>All of Spencer's family is getting together for Thanksgiving on Thursday and we are SO EXCITED! I'm sure I'll have a lot more pictures to come afterwards. In the meantime... my friend posted this the other day and I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. I think any mom will appreciate the hilarity of this picture:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wL3sljog4h-A-trgG0hXoaTCmNefvxAgWNYn9iJPF3iLDJKDFnZk9Ucr-YZVgz5OXh06OYdZ5DMbo_0vLxfBLyFi5HBU1MDm32qRAzA5ADp3386gCoA2wCNdmx3H9pw8rFkBZLKHpZ6o/s1600/OH+MY+GOSH%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wL3sljog4h-A-trgG0hXoaTCmNefvxAgWNYn9iJPF3iLDJKDFnZk9Ucr-YZVgz5OXh06OYdZ5DMbo_0vLxfBLyFi5HBU1MDm32qRAzA5ADp3386gCoA2wCNdmx3H9pw8rFkBZLKHpZ6o/s320/OH+MY+GOSH%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621054392459266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We love you all!</div><div><br /></div><div>'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-85325640297841772712011-11-11T16:39:00.007-07:002011-11-11T17:11:03.381-07:0010 Minutes in the Life of a 12 Week Old...<div style="text-align: left;">Life must be really hard for babies. I'll bet eating, growing, and pooping is exhausting (thus all the sleeping, right?). Two things are for sure: 1) babies sure do feel a LOT of different emotions in a very short period of time. 2) Babies are dang cute (and I may be a little partial, but I think mine's a total stud).</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a taste of what 10 minutes with Colton can be like:<div><br /></div><div>2:30 - Colton wakes up from a nice nap in his swing:</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcDumujhscqz7MV95dCOy9U_zpTIPxSj2zKTYg37BA4ZfJjz90R7YAfj0BvHMFTguNhdpssQdX8wbT7nvMVWYuLMSZMUHnq-4UAgSwJ8gNTloUrOgPe4y7BG96RpKcljkkHY_tMr2cJmV/s1600/life+-+yawn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcDumujhscqz7MV95dCOy9U_zpTIPxSj2zKTYg37BA4ZfJjz90R7YAfj0BvHMFTguNhdpssQdX8wbT7nvMVWYuLMSZMUHnq-4UAgSwJ8gNTloUrOgPe4y7BG96RpKcljkkHY_tMr2cJmV/s320/life+-+yawn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889528003927746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:31 - Colton looks around in a chill, relaxed state of restedness:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7iSuhAWE3-pyMe-dACLqKW__sjRaaR95FRCgytIsGoVYMs9FYgc7WuDJJmyAzL0xEcq-ecOM7u5tl3YQ84fv4rlEiGRdE4iLt6I1NCk3GT8J-VQGZis7GAnhPbTuMw6HOVLRpuLLYAH7/s1600/life+-+distracted.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7iSuhAWE3-pyMe-dACLqKW__sjRaaR95FRCgytIsGoVYMs9FYgc7WuDJJmyAzL0xEcq-ecOM7u5tl3YQ84fv4rlEiGRdE4iLt6I1NCk3GT8J-VQGZis7GAnhPbTuMw6HOVLRpuLLYAH7/s320/life+-+distracted.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673888435664229410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>2:31 - Colton stares wondrously at the lighting fixture while enjoying his favorite pacifier:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAahy8t_6H6_UIQKuOG3zmL9oGLgmXyB9YPsPflexwvGI6rsx7HlErjEytxDXw_llrB5lT_sSUpl7IaS_UQSUEXIqnSn6m-dVmFBrqKXVhQXswpdxyqlZbRbNiuwIjXQcQS4jFI0O0n2U/s1600/life+-+pacified.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAahy8t_6H6_UIQKuOG3zmL9oGLgmXyB9YPsPflexwvGI6rsx7HlErjEytxDXw_llrB5lT_sSUpl7IaS_UQSUEXIqnSn6m-dVmFBrqKXVhQXswpdxyqlZbRbNiuwIjXQcQS4jFI0O0n2U/s320/life+-+pacified.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889057588230834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:32 - Colton realizes mom is looking at him and sends a few smiles and coos her way:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPAQe1_T0JppW4IKSEmiZ8oHy3wnBqz3kyluQyJF8RoMVHekwKHzQuhr4lSXAKamYNQ0EgIzoMKIzse6iwy79PF8BOki4GvdR7MoJNbShF2yRsJ4Oavdn5icXlFLfT9hk5xjQagTJ5uiJ/s1600/life+-+smiles.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPAQe1_T0JppW4IKSEmiZ8oHy3wnBqz3kyluQyJF8RoMVHekwKHzQuhr4lSXAKamYNQ0EgIzoMKIzse6iwy79PF8BOki4GvdR7MoJNbShF2yRsJ4Oavdn5icXlFLfT9hk5xjQagTJ5uiJ/s320/life+-+smiles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889086207369106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:33 - Colton recognizes a funny rumbly in his tumbly:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAp-Rx9D3FID-FtxT2AXJtVMTV6esVoJyYuHioxIXXe966fKt6JqOI5x-L2tOI7U4DQSERRMeYrT_VorgtITmVeqUheTeMWGA2IU8w2WxGENGta90GZ4LJbC1rBdIn-yGHe1JsOAhSRey/s1600/life+-+sneer.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAp-Rx9D3FID-FtxT2AXJtVMTV6esVoJyYuHioxIXXe966fKt6JqOI5x-L2tOI7U4DQSERRMeYrT_VorgtITmVeqUheTeMWGA2IU8w2WxGENGta90GZ4LJbC1rBdIn-yGHe1JsOAhSRey/s320/life+-+sneer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889499552832098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:33 - Colton grunts and grimaces trying to do a little you-know-what:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbD4wwMTLxYOR-V8503ibdUGixvuj-NnBEDPA3MKWfzSjcqa3HyjSTSKt_xiRClmgGkPGgV3ytgsWuq1m8a3OzYJjtelXipkdpTg_2WXA-pAUvTuhe6T-X22Od52Ia0RBVPrfuZHapN22/s1600/life+-+pooping.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbD4wwMTLxYOR-V8503ibdUGixvuj-NnBEDPA3MKWfzSjcqa3HyjSTSKt_xiRClmgGkPGgV3ytgsWuq1m8a3OzYJjtelXipkdpTg_2WXA-pAUvTuhe6T-X22Od52Ia0RBVPrfuZHapN22/s320/life+-+pooping.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889070999612530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:34 - When the grunting doesn't work, Colton resorts to his pufferfish mode to relieve himself of a significant amount of "pressure":</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeAZxZMSw1NlS4yz6PFrnK-MwazAMlP1WsQ06tZ-uqDLQQ2hhCmeEebfdhe6knZQASRwkgf7n-cLafYdP8jDtSeDTwaQ1uc3XBi86JxyFphnxErsTo9Hg_ngtRLHAQrGM34Xye_r-eRB5/s1600/life+-+grunting.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeAZxZMSw1NlS4yz6PFrnK-MwazAMlP1WsQ06tZ-uqDLQQ2hhCmeEebfdhe6knZQASRwkgf7n-cLafYdP8jDtSeDTwaQ1uc3XBi86JxyFphnxErsTo9Hg_ngtRLHAQrGM34Xye_r-eRB5/s320/life+-+grunting.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673888445684418450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:35 - Colton realizes that gas hurts and starts to get a little fussy:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPWpyubtUbQMKgpNDpc9-dwuGl4-Afew5w30C4r1aZmbzE74tizDdpB3MtHIj7dl3HM4yXAOi2PNQVVZXejJN11pmks5ZeCyB0sv08f7QXVImFxIk9_jvfVnY-1TCQaGE_q4YhyphenhyphennGLSNH/s1600/life+-+lost+pacifier.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPWpyubtUbQMKgpNDpc9-dwuGl4-Afew5w30C4r1aZmbzE74tizDdpB3MtHIj7dl3HM4yXAOi2PNQVVZXejJN11pmks5ZeCyB0sv08f7QXVImFxIk9_jvfVnY-1TCQaGE_q4YhyphenhyphennGLSNH/s320/life+-+lost+pacifier.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889045144782546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:35 - Colton's full-blown cry-fest has commenced:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjItOVCsdvwJOwjlFHKSCw6eNGeljNSfqDmNDyih7oQNMrVHJEiODM825vTL3t6F-tqq3LNEhbvBw9XdWgF9sSqllASrUZfBl_4BftJjQtRqH22Zouqb4BW8ij_FJEdeVIjy9WBDwVkU47/s1600/life+-+sad+face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjItOVCsdvwJOwjlFHKSCw6eNGeljNSfqDmNDyih7oQNMrVHJEiODM825vTL3t6F-tqq3LNEhbvBw9XdWgF9sSqllASrUZfBl_4BftJjQtRqH22Zouqb4BW8ij_FJEdeVIjy9WBDwVkU47/s320/life+-+sad+face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889079170420994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:36 - Mom finally puts down the camera and changes Colton's diaper (since he definitely pooped through his outfit). Colton looks at mom thinking, "Wait, you're going to put those cold wipes WHERE?!":</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKXksaHD1HZKOPqB3OQTKnjdpiRyg6OGfy4EiglwJLT6A7ZWMGRLVHbZ62P-qH5Wzl7ULCqZaoSU_PNXmkVxLjrswwW4AiKOoulgTSmFcmxh2orXxm_S7N50AI0afMVfxuFIMU8WQb_8-/s1600/life+-+diaper+change.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKXksaHD1HZKOPqB3OQTKnjdpiRyg6OGfy4EiglwJLT6A7ZWMGRLVHbZ62P-qH5Wzl7ULCqZaoSU_PNXmkVxLjrswwW4AiKOoulgTSmFcmxh2orXxm_S7N50AI0afMVfxuFIMU8WQb_8-/s320/life+-+diaper+change.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673888432724745970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:37 - Colton's all changed and starts to play with mom again:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6ws0G84n9q3UQyTXwrQNtbTsgx6jmDCDZ_t5paFzjFGzB249p3otwkIYh3TdZ6SLjBQO3AhrfIkJhsUQ0jWxTquCpY_29wQ2wuNmyIKq8632pifi5gw60qbi10SaTtKikSSTko1YBwIC/s1600/life+-+happy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6ws0G84n9q3UQyTXwrQNtbTsgx6jmDCDZ_t5paFzjFGzB249p3otwkIYh3TdZ6SLjBQO3AhrfIkJhsUQ0jWxTquCpY_29wQ2wuNmyIKq8632pifi5gw60qbi10SaTtKikSSTko1YBwIC/s320/life+-+happy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673888455123652274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:38 - Colton is all giggles because mom makes weird noises/faces:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCzCqT7wOeRUDO-D9u3oBGgfUqsvO1Nhrwo6vdEcaIjP0V_HecK5WTdb_YSd6BATU3mOTwQ3Nr6Zn3o3Ts6O-wCGX30qUasksQQQQVz0NnrLiaAtofN-s_zdKHkopE4ah_6XLqDPiinDR/s1600/life+-+all+smiles.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCzCqT7wOeRUDO-D9u3oBGgfUqsvO1Nhrwo6vdEcaIjP0V_HecK5WTdb_YSd6BATU3mOTwQ3Nr6Zn3o3Ts6O-wCGX30qUasksQQQQVz0NnrLiaAtofN-s_zdKHkopE4ah_6XLqDPiinDR/s320/life+-+all+smiles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673888425318774754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:39 - Colton's thinking, "Okay, mom. First you were funny. Now you're just desperate.":</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiItu2YPI5GN8XdkWjmJOhY6ptFs6joOn-KZkP_69pWKj_OHHhDb8cOBk9a5g_04_CVLkrDw1LyEKgH_M26nzFDGx9b6kCyew1Um_oEWMfm9WfNP0mFAq0sGjgdR6XLBdo6KiTe0XgaHxY/s1600/life+-+what.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiItu2YPI5GN8XdkWjmJOhY6ptFs6joOn-KZkP_69pWKj_OHHhDb8cOBk9a5g_04_CVLkrDw1LyEKgH_M26nzFDGx9b6kCyew1Um_oEWMfm9WfNP0mFAq0sGjgdR6XLBdo6KiTe0XgaHxY/s320/life+-+what.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889515524697826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:40 - Colton realizes the TV is far more interesting than mom:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieach6pecef6Z6igA2-jViNQxHiHvr5Ft3Q9Cc1bcJJQa33fXKonOXcdWym3Qtd7dOPxm0AYdVRrzlBd4O_AY1ZrGTejVrFi19ALaxnqgG8RDrRMyQbubFUSux3lSmj4OVzI4yE_P6f-J5/s1600/life+-+watching+tv.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieach6pecef6Z6igA2-jViNQxHiHvr5Ft3Q9Cc1bcJJQa33fXKonOXcdWym3Qtd7dOPxm0AYdVRrzlBd4O_AY1ZrGTejVrFi19ALaxnqgG8RDrRMyQbubFUSux3lSmj4OVzI4yE_P6f-J5/s320/life+-+watching+tv.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889514541121698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2:40 - Here's proof that Colton just LOVES to watch "The Biggest Loser":</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVzYqjSFHED82XFWVUGqllN1Y9qqWY1cykzxCwXeY4yTd9o7BgLxdE1UvF6c-WlPxn6l-lcJD8iusA_8S2LWat5me5xYiG-Nt-rUWWIWH6T8ac6R-PG8lKzcDFu8bvRMdKF7eZ7rPYTRL/s1600/life+-+tv.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVzYqjSFHED82XFWVUGqllN1Y9qqWY1cykzxCwXeY4yTd9o7BgLxdE1UvF6c-WlPxn6l-lcJD8iusA_8S2LWat5me5xYiG-Nt-rUWWIWH6T8ac6R-PG8lKzcDFu8bvRMdKF7eZ7rPYTRL/s320/life+-+tv.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673889506241935090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Tough life, right? Must be :)</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-60919100928065894662011-11-09T09:14:00.003-07:002011-11-09T10:27:14.507-07:00Thank Goodness for Fender Benders<div style="text-align: left;">Since November started I've been participating in a "Love Dare." Our Relief Society President created a blog for the purpose of giving the sisters in our ward challenges and this one was designed to make marriages stronger. Sister Buchert (the pres.) encouraged everyone, even those who felt they already had a strong marriage, to participate. I feel like Spencer and I have a very strong, happy marriage but I was excited to give it a shot.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't begin to tell you what a wonderful experience this has been. Each day (there are 40 in the dare) has a theme on marriage such as "optimism," "selflessness," "sacrifice," or "reliance on the Lord." So every day (usually while I'm feeding the munchkin) I go to lds.org and look up a talk on that topic. This way, in addition to my usual study and general conference talks, I get to read inspired counsel every day about how I can do better to improve my marriage. The next part of the love dare consists of a daily challenge based on each particular theme. Some challenges are easy (like coming up with a fun, surprising way to greet your spouse when he/she comes home from work) and others are hard (go an entire day without saying anything critical to or about your spouse... and once you've done it for one day try to do it every day after that). However, all of them that I've done so far have made a positive impact on my relationship with Spencer (and with Colton).</div><div><br /></div><div>As I've participated in the Love Dare I've found a drastic increase in my motivation to make our home a place where the Spirit can be found constantly. I learned how to get my cute, cute baby on a schedule (and it's working!) because I was anxious to have time every night where I could settle down with Spencer and talk without having to worry about who would be on baby duty until 4:00 am. I've made a cleaning chart that allows me to clean a very manageable portion of the house every day once a week so that our house is always clean--and it's working. I've learned how to go grocery shopping on my own with a baby whose car seat does NOT fit in the shopping cart. This way Spencer can always come home to a home-cooked meal instead of "Honey, I waited for you to get home sooner so you could take Colton while I go to the store. Now we can't eat until 9:30 pm." I've learned that taking care of my marriage means taking care of myself--so I've been getting back into a regular exercise regimen (you'd be amazed what kind of workout you can get at home with water jugs while your baby is doing tummy time). I've stopped watching TV on Sundays so that I can focus on personal and spiritual matters. And all of it is working because in just a few short days (just over a week) I feel the Spirit around me much more strongly than before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even more awesome is how how my personal scripture study has become much more relevant to me, personally. No matter what I'm reading, even if it's about crazy war times in the Book of Mormon, I feel like every day I come away having learned something new about how to be a good wife and mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few days ago, the Love Dare theme was "gratitude for your spouse." I typed "gratitude" in the search box at lds.org an immediately recognized the talk, "An Attitude of Gratitude" by President Monson from the April 1992 General Conference. If you haven't read this talk recently (or ever), I HIGHLY recommend you do so. It's fantastic! I particularly liked this paragraph:</div><div><br /></div><div><p uri="/general-conference/1992/04/an-attitude-of-gratitude.p24" class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 246, 237); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(47, 57, 58); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">"...let us reflect gratitude for our <i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; ">fathers.</i></p><p uri="/general-conference/1992/04/an-attitude-of-gratitude.p25" class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 246, 237); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(47, 57, 58); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">"Father, like Mother, is ever willing to sacrifice his own comfort for that of his children. Daily he toils to provide the necessities of life, never complaining, ever concerned for the well-being of his <a class="no-link-style" href="http://lds.org/ensign/2003/05/the-importance-of-the-family?lang=eng" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(47, 57, 58); text-decoration: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-width: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-width: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; ">family</a>. This love for children, this desire to see them well and happy, is a constant in a time of change."</p></div><div>I may be a bit partial, but I have the world's best father. As I've gotten older I've learned about countless acts of service that my dad has performed over the years, many of which went completely unrecognized. My dad is a giver and he never expects anything in return. To this day he is the best example I have of selfless service and sacrifice, which caused me to set my standards and expectations pretty high before I got married--but Spencer met all my standards and exceeded my expectations.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am eternally grateful to Spencer for the sacrifices that he makes to care for this family. In addition to going to school full time, he's working full time (and overtime) to make enough money so that I can stay at home with Colton every day. I owe him at LEAST so much as a clean house and a hot meal so he can be excited for what's waiting for him at home. I'm grateful for the fact that although Spencer is gone for most of the hours of the day he still comes home and wants to talk to me and play with his son. I love that he still takes the time to help me give Colton a bath every night and still takes fussy baby shifts when he can tell that I've had a long day. He works REALLY hard. So you know what? When he asks for the remote control so he can watch Monday Night Football (gag), I'm going to give it to him. When he asks if he can take a hour to relax in a hot bath, I'm going to let him. Because in my eyes, he deserves it. I am so grateful that I'm sealed to this man for time and all eternity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spencer always calls me when he's on the road, heading home from work and last night was no exception. Spencer called right around 8:00 pm and said he'd be home in less 20 minutes so I started warming up the ingredients for his baked potato bar. Over 30 minutes later, he still wasn't home. I thought to myself, "Hmmm. This is a weird time for traffic. Maybe there was an accident." Sure enough, I got another phone call a few minutes later and when I did I noticed that Spencer had tried to call several times within the last 10 minutes but I hadn't heard my phone. I asked Spencer how he was doing (because he sounded perfectly fine just 30 minutes prior) and his response was, "Well, I've been better."</div><div><br /></div><div>Spencer then proceeded to tell me how, as he was exiting the freeway, a deer jumped right in front of his truck and Spencer hit it going full speed. I asked him if he was okay and he thankfully responded that he was just fine but his car was a hot mess. This is the kind of truck Spencer drives:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1a_qR-S4gQvn7NSm8511PiDDB8XHBAeflBr_rWp4bMwuMlmjU4UnccfV8GskAqOtwH4BQer1_sjTWa2fLjc7mGBeonMSwh8Ot6P3deKCKzxcbH1aCP6MAgrPheAL6zwVg8xnert3JkNb/s1600/GMC+canyon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1a_qR-S4gQvn7NSm8511PiDDB8XHBAeflBr_rWp4bMwuMlmjU4UnccfV8GskAqOtwH4BQer1_sjTWa2fLjc7mGBeonMSwh8Ot6P3deKCKzxcbH1aCP6MAgrPheAL6zwVg8xnert3JkNb/s320/GMC+canyon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040788525697874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. This thing is huge. And this deer took out the entire grill, smashed the hood, and completely shattered the left headlight. The front left side of the truck is so discombobulated that Spencer can now barely open the driver's side door. That must have been a massive deer and unfortunately for the deer (which dragged itself off the road), I think Spencer's truck ended up with the better deal. </div><div><br /></div><div>When Spencer came home I just hugged him for a long time because I was so relieved that he was okay. The two of us talked about how grateful we were that Spencer drives a big truck-- if he had been in a littler car that deer would have gone through the windshield and who knows how Spencer would have fared. </div><div><br /></div><div>So you don't have to do the Love Dare necessarily (although I totally recommend it), but PLEASE take advantage of November and the sense of gratitude that goes along with Thanksgiving to recognize all the blessings in your life. Spencer had some major guardian angels watching over him last night but it still just goes to show how short and unexpected this life can be. Be grateful for what you've been given.</div><div><br /></div><div>So... despite the $500 deductible (which is SUPER awesome since we just paid rent and tuition and oh yeah, have a two and a half month old baby), I thank goodness for fender benders. Because heaven knows it could have been a lot worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you all. I really do. 'Til next time...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QWZKZijf1IqLvZVCxjpmvv2z0OYqo3DtmXyCStBIDN5x2EBWCw28TXucTYI-SIEGsn3P0E5SQhcOVFtFtOAK8J92PACPpD_8Uo6hETZuK70_xjBb3AtkGjpQQv92p7zOxvD0LVqeahKR/s1600/deer+xing.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QWZKZijf1IqLvZVCxjpmvv2z0OYqo3DtmXyCStBIDN5x2EBWCw28TXucTYI-SIEGsn3P0E5SQhcOVFtFtOAK8J92PACPpD_8Uo6hETZuK70_xjBb3AtkGjpQQv92p7zOxvD0LVqeahKR/s320/deer+xing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040790096082722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-42667932276962832182011-11-06T15:37:00.010-07:002011-11-06T17:56:59.878-07:00November = Awesomeness<div style="text-align: left;">That's right... I just LOVE November! It's officially the holiday season and I'm embracing it with open arms. I about flipped when grocery stores started selling Halloween decorations and now that Christmas decorations are on the shelves I'm absolutely giddy for upcoming time with family.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, here's a Halloween recap:</div><div><br /></div><div>Our apartment complex held a pumpkin carving competition and I was stoked that most of the residents went all out! Hefty prizes were at stake so I searched google high and low to find the perfect idea for a family of three. </div><div><br /></div><div>We carved our pumpkins with the Muehlmanns almost a whole week before the competition (because I was awesome and mixed the dates up) so I was worried our bomb artwork would rot before it could be appreciated by the judges. Alas! I discovered a priceless new trick and found that it worked perfectly for preserving pumpkins: Soak them! Seriously. Spencer's pumpkin had already started shriveling pretty badly by the second day so by soaking them overnight in a sink full of water our pumpkins re-hydrated and looked as good as new up until Halloween night! It even saved all the shrivelly parts.</div><div><br /></div><div>So after much mental deliberation, I found the perfect pumpkin designs. I hope Spencer didn't have anything particular in mind for his pumpkin because I literally told him, "You're doing this!" Here's how they turned out:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6DwurvhWStd6l1hEAyKc2IhSyqLtA9uWHhVAU7WTINwh5WhWE9DoyC1Xx77FxGI4OnU_K36JQRdCyfaLVH457dg2yR5qbyO3Iyel61arKlGGV6FT1oVJvVHwflsKYFBajWbA_TEKsRzl/s1600/Finished+pumpkins.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6DwurvhWStd6l1hEAyKc2IhSyqLtA9uWHhVAU7WTINwh5WhWE9DoyC1Xx77FxGI4OnU_K36JQRdCyfaLVH457dg2yR5qbyO3Iyel61arKlGGV6FT1oVJvVHwflsKYFBajWbA_TEKsRzl/s320/Finished+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672021590356486738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a picture that our manager took for the actual contest:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lEJdImUDXh0mcCSdBy8zmVZ7PM-k2lO1EPPAElRe7vQqXxrC2pMGev9Lffa1mZ6YEBj7Rzw_ZGHb7fbFxAS-XGhiHrHiwkXcQ10T_N4Romv7NeGXFLahaOV93DbxpUtnJ3WBNb1NlMad/s1600/Contest+pumpkins.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lEJdImUDXh0mcCSdBy8zmVZ7PM-k2lO1EPPAElRe7vQqXxrC2pMGev9Lffa1mZ6YEBj7Rzw_ZGHb7fbFxAS-XGhiHrHiwkXcQ10T_N4Romv7NeGXFLahaOV93DbxpUtnJ3WBNb1NlMad/s320/Contest+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025627722610994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>At first I wanted Colton's little pumpkin to be Yoshi but I couldn't find a picture to make it work from... so he ended up being our little 1up! It was a lot of fun. The Muehlmanns are a lot more ambitious about their pumpkin carving - here's what they came up with:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIukZx0vx2zrEQtSP7mGmnjMivlT8TRBHvVGHfYYNeLqYvSn1L0uP44BLPHMkTawNi9akExLOFOYBSmbbmLppVs_HyK6nfIix_hFVYNymHnUmVn-vhHRuEhyhT1t3hM8lq6PurWCsalnOD/s1600/Muehlmann+pumpkins.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIukZx0vx2zrEQtSP7mGmnjMivlT8TRBHvVGHfYYNeLqYvSn1L0uP44BLPHMkTawNi9akExLOFOYBSmbbmLppVs_HyK6nfIix_hFVYNymHnUmVn-vhHRuEhyhT1t3hM8lq6PurWCsalnOD/s320/Muehlmann+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025624459243346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Mike's is on the left. It's a three-headed dog that I've dubbed "Fluffy" because it looks like the dog in Harry Potter that guards the Chamber of Secrets. Kara's is on the right. It's the headless horseman - I wish you could see his head better because it was awesome.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly, neither of us won but we still had a blast participating. I love how enthusiastic the Huntington residents are about decorating for the holidays. It makes me love October/November/December even more! Just because they were so dope-show, I'm posting pictures of the winning pumpkins. My gears are already turning to see how I can be more competitive next year:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntiu3PReN8c0xsgUicYN0GCQdkBWALMZ4IPdyipsIsAex3-jQarZXKqTL2GgbnWaWpzxKIFt2Ir2Z9_UGNHGzQjSnTvJ02PoGGQHDs5sM5FkNf6Lms0-UnIRYlOfx5TDdT1hWwt7e8KxF/s1600/Steve+Jobs+pumpkins.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntiu3PReN8c0xsgUicYN0GCQdkBWALMZ4IPdyipsIsAex3-jQarZXKqTL2GgbnWaWpzxKIFt2Ir2Z9_UGNHGzQjSnTvJ02PoGGQHDs5sM5FkNf6Lms0-UnIRYlOfx5TDdT1hWwt7e8KxF/s320/Steve+Jobs+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025627420215618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The Steve Jobs pumpkin took first place. Someone had one heck of a small pumpkin saw for this one...</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQkgrwd5G6msibqXZ7kMWzQXokMoMiR0-jlRVQY-c2t1jEgrzt-aKSDXshdqisKnklNupUD_Ab2aEM6kuZRPA_cr8R1udq2djA5xEnL9H1ZzQtbjjrvEuASBMeuJNO4Zfw3Vgc106ba9U/s1600/pumpkin+burgers.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQkgrwd5G6msibqXZ7kMWzQXokMoMiR0-jlRVQY-c2t1jEgrzt-aKSDXshdqisKnklNupUD_Ab2aEM6kuZRPA_cr8R1udq2djA5xEnL9H1ZzQtbjjrvEuASBMeuJNO4Zfw3Vgc106ba9U/s320/pumpkin+burgers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025635614237362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >This was my personal favorite. You can't see it very well but chunks of the inside of the pumpkin were carved out in the shape of french fries. Seriously. Pure Awesome.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxMiC4OrEi9mKWDtliLWAOlNl2yIG4PNeSx8RZ-54AOzCsF6ibBBTidyqd6NuhgtTmO4Aov6OCKNijXyfZ7mHhePF0NJJkboIZ_ND1inlj6lF3duYLl1Xq_cvDcywGIcHSdlh4CFjP2wR/s1600/porcupine+pumpkin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxMiC4OrEi9mKWDtliLWAOlNl2yIG4PNeSx8RZ-54AOzCsF6ibBBTidyqd6NuhgtTmO4Aov6OCKNijXyfZ7mHhePF0NJJkboIZ_ND1inlj6lF3duYLl1Xq_cvDcywGIcHSdlh4CFjP2wR/s320/porcupine+pumpkin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025640140848114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I can't even handle the cuteness that is "Porcupine pumpkin." How clever can people be?!</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPB0cTRxFkwT5xUSxheaR688uLjqv3P0UPG5UMOF_5c1SH-NGPJs9EEA-chffcVlJrA0VHFiVCmh6kzm7XXdLEG0CdlvM7lD1SbTCpLwfmebo_E9tkuOU7xS_Fa-MtQRXN90VVKUehzgg/s1600/shaved+pumpkin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPB0cTRxFkwT5xUSxheaR688uLjqv3P0UPG5UMOF_5c1SH-NGPJs9EEA-chffcVlJrA0VHFiVCmh6kzm7XXdLEG0CdlvM7lD1SbTCpLwfmebo_E9tkuOU7xS_Fa-MtQRXN90VVKUehzgg/s320/shaved+pumpkin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672025869618100626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And as if Madelyn, who took my sister's wedding photos, wasn't talented enough, she can carve amazing-sauce pumpkins, too!</i></span> </div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't feel so bad about losing after seeing what the winners looked like :)</div><div><br /></div><div>For the ward Halloween party, Spencer and I forgot about costumes until about 30 minutes before the shindig started. We were still debating what to dress Colton up as: a giraffe? a baked potato? a monk (because he's got the perfect mullet for it)? Spencer realized at the last minute that we both still had the costumes we wore to the movie premiere of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. (Dorks? Yes, we are. Proud? Yes, we are.) Here we are over two years ago dressed up as Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_V4QOD3O7nRHO4HIWqfqdnermohH-xpNB5Q-ZceHbK7hky4aj4HR5YECXMNzm_pq5QSyuBOXH3Tn2Vi3Jhf_TSq6J7yL-BkSr4VfQBaUXCBAh3cf4RTXvpKrGpLUg5CmRXegWIvCcGfM/s1600/Half+Blood+Prince+Premiere.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_V4QOD3O7nRHO4HIWqfqdnermohH-xpNB5Q-ZceHbK7hky4aj4HR5YECXMNzm_pq5QSyuBOXH3Tn2Vi3Jhf_TSq6J7yL-BkSr4VfQBaUXCBAh3cf4RTXvpKrGpLUg5CmRXegWIvCcGfM/s320/Half+Blood+Prince+Premiere.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672041890552461762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Notice how Neville's pet toad, Trevor, is on his shoulder? Well... before Colton was born DeRue bought him a fluorescent green onesie that looks like a frog eating a fly. We decided that he could be our little Trevor. Plus, we lost the plastic frog...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbzxYAdz0zRKtC6yr_innnAIz_WzX0lC-9_Xnw487DHAz4aopR7M5IkKklKQ4VqI6vVMB-tsL_naZ9NgKPb1FmKJn7pJ47bsWLxxsa99e1NVkYhABJATdfQYJSh58iByFVOHe0iEASdHB/s1600/long+live+the+longbottoms.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbzxYAdz0zRKtC6yr_innnAIz_WzX0lC-9_Xnw487DHAz4aopR7M5IkKklKQ4VqI6vVMB-tsL_naZ9NgKPb1FmKJn7pJ47bsWLxxsa99e1NVkYhABJATdfQYJSh58iByFVOHe0iEASdHB/s320/long+live+the+longbottoms.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672041892349682514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>I'm a little sad you can't see the tongue hanging out of the frog's mouth in this picture but you get the point. Looking at these two pictures back to back makes me realize that I haven't seen the sun for over a year. Wowza. Anways... time hasn't been super kind to ME but at least I have a super cute baby to show for it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah... October was SUPER fun! November's looking up, too. Spencer's family is coming down for Thanksgiving and I am PSYCHED for family fun and lots of food. Thanksgiving will be a little different for me this year... I'm completely off of dairy, nuts, and some vegetables due to the little man and his tendency to get an upset stomach (yay for breastfeeding!). Sooo... it'll be interesting to see how I navigate around all the goodies. Bring it on. </div><div><br /></div><div>What about December, you ask? Well... Spencer, Colt and I are flying out to Washington D.C. to spend the holidays with my ENTIRE family. Yep! ALL of them. I've already started making lists of things I need to bring. I'm a little nervous about traveling on my own with a three month old... all you moms with flight experience need to give me some pointers when you get the chance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now to Colton:</div><div><br /></div><div>He's basically the coolest toy ever. Spencer and I LOVE playing with this little boy... and I know I'd get a lot more done if I'd just let myself walk away from his cute face every once in a while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Colton LOVES to smile:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-a-3qlKPHG0wNGGK2Np9wOhTKZ-Aydh3mFkDAH8N_6rEckD6a5G9EadIlS9_zR3ohFTrdg2iLS4NMcmZVBNjloILIcD2RooEBOGut0nEynZgokL84kJfdCbHAJESL8XOcGlp7YkMvf2h/s1600/10.24.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-a-3qlKPHG0wNGGK2Np9wOhTKZ-Aydh3mFkDAH8N_6rEckD6a5G9EadIlS9_zR3ohFTrdg2iLS4NMcmZVBNjloILIcD2RooEBOGut0nEynZgokL84kJfdCbHAJESL8XOcGlp7YkMvf2h/s320/10.24.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672046272836090674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He loves to stick his tongue out:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1MGX0RLU_fQsU9Em_Pw9C1zJtyyMHjjKEJeHEzQTzrA90mhN-HekMxK7k1hDb3XjnqeifMWTQLtEykyz0Mp9c7NE2O6MoqZ2titVhPAuCwpjBNGA5T9Eg8jUAPlowMUxeJ6CjwLjF7Hk/s1600/Smiley+colton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1MGX0RLU_fQsU9Em_Pw9C1zJtyyMHjjKEJeHEzQTzrA90mhN-HekMxK7k1hDb3XjnqeifMWTQLtEykyz0Mp9c7NE2O6MoqZ2titVhPAuCwpjBNGA5T9Eg8jUAPlowMUxeJ6CjwLjF7Hk/s320/Smiley+colton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672046288011386386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He loves to stare at things (and people) with his HUGE eyes:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpiAksagNBoqGLztK5sJRCuXA-9QGFvrNogxdcnRhRLSrijjwYt9CbsZHiw2v4tr3FlJYfP_inKWi_QnxBsLGPyD4MPDp3B6hk-_DOTi33A1hS5Odgd5s24f41xDQDY108xjFPn-ZgeUP/s1600/9.27.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpiAksagNBoqGLztK5sJRCuXA-9QGFvrNogxdcnRhRLSrijjwYt9CbsZHiw2v4tr3FlJYfP_inKWi_QnxBsLGPyD4MPDp3B6hk-_DOTi33A1hS5Odgd5s24f41xDQDY108xjFPn-ZgeUP/s320/9.27.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047293978408306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6G5mEG5naQxPjvhBq2wKU_gkz2V5pkgancQl0Yvam9HsP1p3LgxAl6vQrCYJOeEJ-aFwBWTQzjsqJ0WcM4IUy3eASha_osvpQMP8yojSKij7weMwwQYear9_pZwzHRbQijVrU7uxiGaWK/s1600/10.28.11+mobile.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6G5mEG5naQxPjvhBq2wKU_gkz2V5pkgancQl0Yvam9HsP1p3LgxAl6vQrCYJOeEJ-aFwBWTQzjsqJ0WcM4IUy3eASha_osvpQMP8yojSKij7weMwwQYear9_pZwzHRbQijVrU7uxiGaWK/s320/10.28.11+mobile.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047488185809922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3VSEmSwBaWEjkpQZZxqcS7s6GyXH65F_lCsAlABIxqQw_VuNsUd-BBWZdAJt1EwzOAjKO9XS607Q9TwymaSejSLQRrr6e5wfw_uj2KlW9OPOGq7hXtdD46kchnRYbFS2OvJHLIS2AKQt/s1600/10.31.11+with+dad.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3VSEmSwBaWEjkpQZZxqcS7s6GyXH65F_lCsAlABIxqQw_VuNsUd-BBWZdAJt1EwzOAjKO9XS607Q9TwymaSejSLQRrr6e5wfw_uj2KlW9OPOGq7hXtdD46kchnRYbFS2OvJHLIS2AKQt/s320/10.31.11+with+dad.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672046277334587314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Okay... seriously now. Look at my boy's eyes. They're ginormous.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes he likes to smile, AND stick his tongue out, AND stare:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c7BCPUX3PLWk7I7Plg3oathAvD-OV2zA61RnIvadkL2LVoAHvw7GgsoWdXbQtkTWrggmvfpqAmQLyKlHXIaOM3mRexSjdXJSzCAFAxN3bOyk8ttQ8Is2HsXHV60DsokSQx2woWlgbgxT/s1600/Smiley+big+eyes.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c7BCPUX3PLWk7I7Plg3oathAvD-OV2zA61RnIvadkL2LVoAHvw7GgsoWdXbQtkTWrggmvfpqAmQLyKlHXIaOM3mRexSjdXJSzCAFAxN3bOyk8ttQ8Is2HsXHV60DsokSQx2woWlgbgxT/s320/Smiley+big+eyes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672046303366520066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He loves to giggle:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHoTav_PQB6FEz5beZpzNQtETxhT9kIuKSGXBjOL12emhv28SbMnBFrgOVe52H9E4utJH-nRKMPMdhW2Snhn5CuLjiLMPyVYO2lA_23_RqYfg1F4I4trNRLgLnqCXUHc-u-5g2cZQb_lO/s1600/Playing+in+the+mirror.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHoTav_PQB6FEz5beZpzNQtETxhT9kIuKSGXBjOL12emhv28SbMnBFrgOVe52H9E4utJH-nRKMPMdhW2Snhn5CuLjiLMPyVYO2lA_23_RqYfg1F4I4trNRLgLnqCXUHc-u-5g2cZQb_lO/s320/Playing+in+the+mirror.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672046299416674738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >He was playing with Spencer in the mirror. Every time he'd start to laugh he'd bury his head in Spencer's neck and smile. I must have taken 10 pictures and I never got a SINGLE one where I caught him smiling before he turned his head. Darn. Just trust me, it's cute.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>But don't make him smile or laugh TOO much or he gets a little overstimulated:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SB0vloyc1sm7x9GIjIkOwUR0QE-n-b4TAdRcS-pJujd0DGQICd9jqeU2u4zhUwfgVqrHLIaYuSRprXeXYUZwhD3GY49gpYY54d_NyCTLDrGbuP9MxglDrH-hE5KompShZY8hZnXTc9sI/s1600/overstimulated.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SB0vloyc1sm7x9GIjIkOwUR0QE-n-b4TAdRcS-pJujd0DGQICd9jqeU2u4zhUwfgVqrHLIaYuSRprXeXYUZwhD3GY49gpYY54d_NyCTLDrGbuP9MxglDrH-hE5KompShZY8hZnXTc9sI/s320/overstimulated.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047286548981730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He likes to eat. So in turn, he LOVES to spit up. All over Spencer and me:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm29gi8UNXFjA_bb1H9uwDwHWkAntSAqrBJDPx49ald8l1ZYP0nPQ0m5HqsUcl962iqP5MLFpkoJxMf-2DU-8Izv_BJ6j059ogvEGZHAPeWFzme7OWHA8GYOR16Ds8tbpD2apjg402bofo/s1600/mom+got+tagged.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm29gi8UNXFjA_bb1H9uwDwHWkAntSAqrBJDPx49ald8l1ZYP0nPQ0m5HqsUcl962iqP5MLFpkoJxMf-2DU-8Izv_BJ6j059ogvEGZHAPeWFzme7OWHA8GYOR16Ds8tbpD2apjg402bofo/s320/mom+got+tagged.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047278328154130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And because he eats SOOOO much... he also does this a lot:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDNHaSQB6th8lorY-7qkdYshGvUXzp3bNZycdaC4COKxo38rbIpJbykfqvqbQ1qxYZ6J1yfypVGSOibDelkMnY489yCtaqnDMXjlNOuevgENWcrVJ9nf0pb3-zb28a4F0B6FxId5GZCcA/s1600/typical+blowout.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDNHaSQB6th8lorY-7qkdYshGvUXzp3bNZycdaC4COKxo38rbIpJbykfqvqbQ1qxYZ6J1yfypVGSOibDelkMnY489yCtaqnDMXjlNOuevgENWcrVJ9nf0pb3-zb28a4F0B6FxId5GZCcA/s320/typical+blowout.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047486037075810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>For those of you who haven't changed the diapers of a baby who doesn't eat solid food yet, yes... they poo yellow. And they poo yellow all over the place. May I suggest putting your child in dark colored clothing? My abundant supply of resolve, laundry detergent, and heavy duty bleach are a testament to that.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>But my FAVORITE thing about Colton is the fact that he looks so much like his dad:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSHByMyao6QX64x38TSNXRkAyrJwLCwNREOqptesqWIgKU0c3clqxocOgXwbZMOnxxTZnmNz3w9YDZnc7lkrol1XSxpFwCu4XNY8YhNyHGY1sizrkG2vAv1bNV-rtgFNTIjKROe52ovzv/s1600/Argyle+dad+and+Colton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSHByMyao6QX64x38TSNXRkAyrJwLCwNREOqptesqWIgKU0c3clqxocOgXwbZMOnxxTZnmNz3w9YDZnc7lkrol1XSxpFwCu4XNY8YhNyHGY1sizrkG2vAv1bNV-rtgFNTIjKROe52ovzv/s320/Argyle+dad+and+Colton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672047268901849954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My boys look dang good in argyle. Going to church with these two is easy on the eyes. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>We love you all! 'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-33146379667861175102011-10-21T22:01:00.017-06:002011-10-22T14:35:48.154-06:00Before/Now<div style="text-align: left;">So... right after my last post guess what happened? Spencer's computer died! Spencer got his computer as a Christmas present from his parents in December 2008 and it started having serious issues several months ago. Unfortunately, it kicked the bucket once and for all. So... Spencer had to use MY computer (lovingly named "Old Trusty" and impressively enough, almost 8 years old) for school/work/homework. That means that since my last post I was stuck at home all day with no computer but a lot of Netflix on TV... (which explains why I'm currently on Season 5 of "Lost"). Luckily I have a REALLY cute baby to keep me company all day every day :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of the Behbeh... he's 2 months old! Well, almost. He'll be two months old on Monday. I CAN'T believe how fast he's growing up. Here are some fun before and after pictures and factoids about the Cornetts since Colton joined us:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton before:</b> had lots of hair...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yNtQGN7wWyXNZOM7e-7_Y1g8RMYi5PoSyUdDOkV6mwpg0_brIT3g4Ls0d4ovC08EHhlt-ViHF94FJWBeRAezFXTk13RIzXjW3RQjANlnevUgPOJDssXwF3c3u9d-okNciEaR2S5icbmd/s1600/colton%2527s+blessing.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yNtQGN7wWyXNZOM7e-7_Y1g8RMYi5PoSyUdDOkV6mwpg0_brIT3g4Ls0d4ovC08EHhlt-ViHF94FJWBeRAezFXTk13RIzXjW3RQjANlnevUgPOJDssXwF3c3u9d-okNciEaR2S5icbmd/s320/colton%2527s+blessing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666176747053344290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> has male (baby) patterned baldness</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before: </b>weighed 8 lbs. 11 oz.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUboeqHFIrHSfBgRNrJe7jeT-e6eILSxsVrgY24pUprNfjUCbV7vOZWBEopOJ2iMn5Lbf9A53PphZiK3Hpx9Qyoz_OSSCSUrrg9aCjoN9Lg0AKJdw5nmQUg7SVHLE58tdTDo-hVheSdqeV/s1600/DSC00047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUboeqHFIrHSfBgRNrJe7jeT-e6eILSxsVrgY24pUprNfjUCbV7vOZWBEopOJ2iMn5Lbf9A53PphZiK3Hpx9Qyoz_OSSCSUrrg9aCjoN9Lg0AKJdw5nmQUg7SVHLE58tdTDo-hVheSdqeV/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666179963740805266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> Weighs 12 lbs. 9 oz. Yeah... impressive, right?!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxYInG8WUX1O3m7nps3r7zUTlf-LUICpAeKaQevGwt1uTPHemda5x2SbRZvsgohFiYd-h3yc6BgSd6CYrjqWhbfNfPxDHVQZPaIWGJtzxhOcam_FtdZ6_TLuXnCr43oiTRR-X7VmCYvUZ/s1600/Big+Colton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxYInG8WUX1O3m7nps3r7zUTlf-LUICpAeKaQevGwt1uTPHemda5x2SbRZvsgohFiYd-h3yc6BgSd6CYrjqWhbfNfPxDHVQZPaIWGJtzxhOcam_FtdZ6_TLuXnCr43oiTRR-X7VmCYvUZ/s320/Big+Colton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666181138554047570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> Was 20 1/2 inches long...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS800GGJf-zd71kgrckvb85TEmCoOHq1NJ3ztUGuun7cjreuMFZAy3IGXVAWQjq-ST5IlPM6m82SOwnBXUtjhN1C3j6QsSSgWqj4p1qTR04Rbv251U4s8nsoZIOMDS_zwDgjCHNkye0a2a/s1600/DSC00165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS800GGJf-zd71kgrckvb85TEmCoOHq1NJ3ztUGuun7cjreuMFZAy3IGXVAWQjq-ST5IlPM6m82SOwnBXUtjhN1C3j6QsSSgWqj4p1qTR04Rbv251U4s8nsoZIOMDS_zwDgjCHNkye0a2a/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666182712954463970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> is about 25 inches long... wowza</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHSiaTxwqCgTqqofio9u9QRMzU_LGn2FVrVINjvIW2dDm1wDAZn44AHtQPfltlA9Qm4RvZ0HmDXTNJlTS8aTus3PC7IA_Fvu5NZBJXgrzlxJ6bxlEJZRM1YbtD7zXb7_d6lwP5EBHAhJS/s1600/long+colton%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHSiaTxwqCgTqqofio9u9QRMzU_LGn2FVrVINjvIW2dDm1wDAZn44AHtQPfltlA9Qm4RvZ0HmDXTNJlTS8aTus3PC7IA_Fvu5NZBJXgrzlxJ6bxlEJZRM1YbtD7zXb7_d6lwP5EBHAhJS/s320/long+colton%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666182711851710066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Here he was really sad because I stopped feeding him for THIRTY seconds so Spencer could burp him. Also... you can see the cute baby mullet.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> Couldn't hold his own head up very well...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PjQOto2jdk95gWFTmgOBg1riWunvVFiH_n4B7gJH2bB-GELAyJLPcjzhgzAQ3po_uNVLZGXEH634aXk7eL5ZlMvYhJoLTGge29kq0Irep90EdbnFzj1CG1aOxMIA13ZO5o0dOwgK0rWw/s1600/DSC00184.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PjQOto2jdk95gWFTmgOBg1riWunvVFiH_n4B7gJH2bB-GELAyJLPcjzhgzAQ3po_uNVLZGXEH634aXk7eL5ZlMvYhJoLTGge29kq0Irep90EdbnFzj1CG1aOxMIA13ZO5o0dOwgK0rWw/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666184978004095218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> is a tummy time CHAMP and master of contortionism...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdih8TqOm_JpI6IG5skDEJUi-3v9gG6CR2Nc9I_Dak1Mew_1x6DNLFZ3RgeZ8y8LxXOcCEUWXQTMfEUZuKvw0jx_UOdCmPqsEVcQWktA3ww2ojVsD6icycanHuQmWVcTDAWOMsE3VAysD/s1600/Tummy+Time.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdih8TqOm_JpI6IG5skDEJUi-3v9gG6CR2Nc9I_Dak1Mew_1x6DNLFZ3RgeZ8y8LxXOcCEUWXQTMfEUZuKvw0jx_UOdCmPqsEVcQWktA3ww2ojVsD6icycanHuQmWVcTDAWOMsE3VAysD/s320/Tummy+Time.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666184983251967010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfXuGaAS4GRSUVHpTBUvJO2I3YiIvxQLQ4isIalNTVh4gMWcyD5lfMClEBiNh4M-6QXk_M-tWcT6BlBusFPK9MYySBjHxZfYThGiMK_kHW1gPySXb1-IgqWjCVFh_PCJzH7EcULgPtEiq/s1600/Colton+the+Contortionist.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfXuGaAS4GRSUVHpTBUvJO2I3YiIvxQLQ4isIalNTVh4gMWcyD5lfMClEBiNh4M-6QXk_M-tWcT6BlBusFPK9MYySBjHxZfYThGiMK_kHW1gPySXb1-IgqWjCVFh_PCJzH7EcULgPtEiq/s320/Colton+the+Contortionist.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666184981599123906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> was swimming in his newborn clothing...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BMJLUA09D7n6CbiVnAiPOicx7ExkQ0XAeyd-_z4-4zQ7sSUPKOohnxsYfk6YV1JbGbf_0wa_gFJsMluic9vxYANy2Of9LKMy8G3ba_aeseb-DR5Xaa8FTq-o9b5gkz5lgfcJDhoKgbaZ/s1600/DSC00060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BMJLUA09D7n6CbiVnAiPOicx7ExkQ0XAeyd-_z4-4zQ7sSUPKOohnxsYfk6YV1JbGbf_0wa_gFJsMluic9vxYANy2Of9LKMy8G3ba_aeseb-DR5Xaa8FTq-o9b5gkz5lgfcJDhoKgbaZ/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666187307369467138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> is snuggly filling out his 3-6 month outfits...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjFgjgCY_pd_D3Bw6pqEPGGEslWGytf04Zezqv3B0EiAaxnGeP4vLb-c8nIPoT_nqEowBW0_VeBP1vx_4kIRjX-ZsHEw0A5KgEbSdRM3PnYe0yj776L85WT6wyKMl6HOZil3m-ZdoQ868/s1600/snug+outfit.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjFgjgCY_pd_D3Bw6pqEPGGEslWGytf04Zezqv3B0EiAaxnGeP4vLb-c8nIPoT_nqEowBW0_VeBP1vx_4kIRjX-ZsHEw0A5KgEbSdRM3PnYe0yj776L85WT6wyKMl6HOZil3m-ZdoQ868/s320/snug+outfit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666187302829118370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> pulled some pretty cute faces in his sleep...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZD4jTOTmf-DI1ECF4K1LfNHSN88lQyKZ_Cd-M9MsM7dT2dIklXWO7arz6iY4QVLUXkFX5DkNkBd9DPCW87XU2eP4j_lGBsAXzKrGQEor-t4YdPEUhhyKs_gOMESDNuuaVIig8ET8pDBDl/s1600/DSC00163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZD4jTOTmf-DI1ECF4K1LfNHSN88lQyKZ_Cd-M9MsM7dT2dIklXWO7arz6iY4QVLUXkFX5DkNkBd9DPCW87XU2eP4j_lGBsAXzKrGQEor-t4YdPEUhhyKs_gOMESDNuuaVIig8ET8pDBDl/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190218023480290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauNKALHp4o6vrjK0A1bdiCif6AF3Z4fta4_8XDysu39S5GM5vaB4YEOOrKd_YAMmS9hb0-Q6qjMjKx2js1iZeGmCV0i-vdZF6-3BufJJPgbukblws1LPjqsC0mBGfYHEBvzSfTxiyuTqd/s1600/DSC00160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauNKALHp4o6vrjK0A1bdiCif6AF3Z4fta4_8XDysu39S5GM5vaB4YEOOrKd_YAMmS9hb0-Q6qjMjKx2js1iZeGmCV0i-vdZF6-3BufJJPgbukblws1LPjqsC0mBGfYHEBvzSfTxiyuTqd/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190217576088178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONq_hv4sfHsok8KlVmBhCaApaKJ4Kk7kxBCxCBtupjkwZFOtAni3vOqm2gS4C4FncJ6k6QGA_lV6c15x3RgN8NreB9CJWPRzUzegcOlBddcN79TFhHb-i_jn3o8E9LOxLAcIz93LKwChV/s1600/DSC00159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONq_hv4sfHsok8KlVmBhCaApaKJ4Kk7kxBCxCBtupjkwZFOtAni3vOqm2gS4C4FncJ6k6QGA_lV6c15x3RgN8NreB9CJWPRzUzegcOlBddcN79TFhHb-i_jn3o8E9LOxLAcIz93LKwChV/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190215215939250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> pulls some pretty cute faces when he's awake!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceif3mzgxaY1ODNr1LNM0eh7ab1LsTH1eUZFpGviuK91k5vM_cym6YDp288wjA2BsxGu0-oF6mpdlyDy9WtMCCcfTQ7YqH8D82S5-U_ms1a6VwfBUFN6RABElAgGPX3dCAJwNNDlTN7Wt/s1600/Colton%2527s+Paige+Face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceif3mzgxaY1ODNr1LNM0eh7ab1LsTH1eUZFpGviuK91k5vM_cym6YDp288wjA2BsxGu0-oF6mpdlyDy9WtMCCcfTQ7YqH8D82S5-U_ms1a6VwfBUFN6RABElAgGPX3dCAJwNNDlTN7Wt/s320/Colton%2527s+Paige+Face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190235644310482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFK5wGH6iZ2fykWJbZ0RqlreMzc9uAJa9F8H7cbd7gMYdWm3EQ6aySqum_3ZmIWqOIywXYn9LvAy8hQfTkd1j60l5YZ8aGkQuXJjUxY8R8edrRQqmibOklsLz1usN2E_FkgGNc3gtxBPH/s1600/Colton%2527s+Elvis+Face.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFK5wGH6iZ2fykWJbZ0RqlreMzc9uAJa9F8H7cbd7gMYdWm3EQ6aySqum_3ZmIWqOIywXYn9LvAy8hQfTkd1j60l5YZ8aGkQuXJjUxY8R8edrRQqmibOklsLz1usN2E_FkgGNc3gtxBPH/s320/Colton%2527s+Elvis+Face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190231821569058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV79f9l31SyaBQvZokUB620gewAkX19iRkLR8apBoIzxXorQwUoqoKM2sHqwADjb04Hd6O89T0OmW4aRP3GaZ0MitqUfkZbyrEwb1Vz8CWUiPB7xucn-2kuczyNF4qdUeu2vGxPB2t5OXV/s1600/Colton%2527s+First+Intentional+Smile.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV79f9l31SyaBQvZokUB620gewAkX19iRkLR8apBoIzxXorQwUoqoKM2sHqwADjb04Hd6O89T0OmW4aRP3GaZ0MitqUfkZbyrEwb1Vz8CWUiPB7xucn-2kuczyNF4qdUeu2vGxPB2t5OXV/s320/Colton%2527s+First+Intentional+Smile.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190772196428930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuXW5cmVJIvwUZER9daveoy9oiqe-aOfhZ_efjnFBrcYK3RWxJe8bFqiGswuWoVZMhztHpxiEh8fIGH4ZCx0rzDkC9RzaOHC2H_p80LLcg3Nu4Ot3QmnewR9zaQ1Jzly0Nj5QDLYHbRCC/s1600/SO+Big%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuXW5cmVJIvwUZER9daveoy9oiqe-aOfhZ_efjnFBrcYK3RWxJe8bFqiGswuWoVZMhztHpxiEh8fIGH4ZCx0rzDkC9RzaOHC2H_p80LLcg3Nu4Ot3QmnewR9zaQ1Jzly0Nj5QDLYHbRCC/s320/SO+Big%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666190772133324370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> had two chins...</div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> has at LEAST two chins...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before:</b> would eat about 3-4 ounces at once...</div><div><b>Colton Now:</b> will eat up to 9 ounces at once...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Colton Before: </b>was born with the typical baby blue eyes</div><div><b>Colton Now: </b>has eyes that are turning brown!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Amy Before:</b> gained 39 lbs. of baby weight...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa2lpFqH0Wz2svNaOok5meE91uDARxoWQrfem5ZvV2HY3Ekfy8m3Qo-Lg5iC1fXnbQsk4MnY_fUpVAeLfxtzU-ut3n4cbjblnjsQEF1NCmOGNzO8K-RLl1dB_s3XckCsPFC6_isb9X_-r/s1600/40+weeks.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa2lpFqH0Wz2svNaOok5meE91uDARxoWQrfem5ZvV2HY3Ekfy8m3Qo-Lg5iC1fXnbQsk4MnY_fUpVAeLfxtzU-ut3n4cbjblnjsQEF1NCmOGNzO8K-RLl1dB_s3XckCsPFC6_isb9X_-r/s320/40+weeks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666192273831661826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b>Amy Now:</b> has lost all but 7 lbs. (hallelujah!). Not bad since the Doc. said nursing moms retain 7-8 lbs. until they stop breastfeeding. Whoop whoop!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPE73CMaByPTxQ7-Tv3ksyAVRiu6SaLrWsRIRYaMwE7xkkcA8CNPETMlG007CiQH6KScOCQTlBn4qMtjSs7ChVfOj69xBjM4K8AvP-NDTpq5CsUjJqSaEQqBNHgK2JJBV8slV2YTKYDbhC/s1600/Post+Baby.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPE73CMaByPTxQ7-Tv3ksyAVRiu6SaLrWsRIRYaMwE7xkkcA8CNPETMlG007CiQH6KScOCQTlBn4qMtjSs7ChVfOj69xBjM4K8AvP-NDTpq5CsUjJqSaEQqBNHgK2JJBV8slV2YTKYDbhC/s320/Post+Baby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666192281335862418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6Z4M0FFK6LmUaFNV5c2PkUgRvEXWmB4uF9JpU6V_ilcpIo3r3_Cw5mWwv8bskksp4_hi_k1Nizb6t90ywkDadBkkLWhgNFNNYgcPS4Y8gBac3l0kpjCo2F8JQJO1y6TvweycUfBi-7CM/s1600/Baby+carrier.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6Z4M0FFK6LmUaFNV5c2PkUgRvEXWmB4uF9JpU6V_ilcpIo3r3_Cw5mWwv8bskksp4_hi_k1Nizb6t90ywkDadBkkLWhgNFNNYgcPS4Y8gBac3l0kpjCo2F8JQJO1y6TvweycUfBi-7CM/s320/Baby+carrier.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666192397179148626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Amy Before: </b>Suffered some major cankles/fankles/elephantitis... (brace yourselves... and this is for you, <i>Sara Young!</i>)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOc19rW2bs5lW_T-CbEQv-b31CguM3_jIInHT-CpA4Cfbl_lghDyU5Y9pooo68a9aW5MBoRcW0Eun8E4jdStMSmXB9nElNvRMjzMThNbFmnDcmLE7gRBdoPJPV4W4YjW2_CV-_Ng9MUt-p/s1600/DSC00126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOc19rW2bs5lW_T-CbEQv-b31CguM3_jIInHT-CpA4Cfbl_lghDyU5Y9pooo68a9aW5MBoRcW0Eun8E4jdStMSmXB9nElNvRMjzMThNbFmnDcmLE7gRBdoPJPV4W4YjW2_CV-_Ng9MUt-p/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666195065737162514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>My dear mother was kind enough to use her own fingerprints to demonstrate my monstrous edema. Are you shocked and disgusted yet? This is what 10 and 1/2 hour-long shifts at IMC resulted in.</i></span></div><div><b>Amy now:</b> has regular circulation and normally-defined calves and ankles :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLYfMMINyTDCtPHKSY_jV6pNh4jFx3rXOaAou0FRoPmERbKJ686HQ_5QKTTTs-ncnzKA6nvjrfdrXcndtrRguCs-edHi0DWo59Fgb-Z7SxYpABsrv3qusDs05V3TG2P5-d-1tVdppHSqa/s1600/normal+ankles.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLYfMMINyTDCtPHKSY_jV6pNh4jFx3rXOaAou0FRoPmERbKJ686HQ_5QKTTTs-ncnzKA6nvjrfdrXcndtrRguCs-edHi0DWo59Fgb-Z7SxYpABsrv3qusDs05V3TG2P5-d-1tVdppHSqa/s320/normal+ankles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666195070160426962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Spencer Before:</b> Spent his down-time snuggling with the baby...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38Cgj_o3MkHrzn7vTy95WBuSMGZ4KDYC24rHHuzISDI4s9ny4pW_yrCSirgfU5oal2Yjzo3w_YD5mfwdkzd-k_Xf1gcj_pFhjFShV80WEC2NeyP7fqbVRNUIUhPOYWV4m6T9XkzDyeCQ1/s1600/short+colton.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38Cgj_o3MkHrzn7vTy95WBuSMGZ4KDYC24rHHuzISDI4s9ny4pW_yrCSirgfU5oal2Yjzo3w_YD5mfwdkzd-k_Xf1gcj_pFhjFShV80WEC2NeyP7fqbVRNUIUhPOYWV4m6T9XkzDyeCQ1/s320/short+colton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666196201574487090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Spencer Now: Spends his down-time snuggling with the baby and the Xbox...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZd8k_RayEimF9VzM-57CxPIFShIFmFeNfxQzeZmPW0kOGsFaAkXMiogMOHiOLtsgScvrGE25_O5epIap-Ag7XuOBmKz2Fy3zR2IYiI2pHyMnxzM_IzClzB5z0jg9c2tSorjcW4Na72m07/s1600/baby+and+xbox.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZd8k_RayEimF9VzM-57CxPIFShIFmFeNfxQzeZmPW0kOGsFaAkXMiogMOHiOLtsgScvrGE25_O5epIap-Ag7XuOBmKz2Fy3zR2IYiI2pHyMnxzM_IzClzB5z0jg9c2tSorjcW4Na72m07/s320/baby+and+xbox.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666197704691686802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Spencer and Amy and Colton Before: </b>were incredibly happy and incredibly exhausted...</div><div><b>Spencer and Amy and Colton Now:</b> are even happier and even more exhausted...</div><div><br /></div><div>We're loving life with this little one! 'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-69701945798407987872011-09-25T12:55:00.015-06:002011-09-26T17:06:35.829-06:00Colton Brooks Cornett!<div style="text-align: left;">WARNING: Brace yourself for the longest post ever... even if most of it is pictures.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So the transition into parenthood is even more exhausting and time-consuming than I tried to imagine (surprise, surprise!). I'm thrilled that I <i>finally</i> have time to tell Colton's story. Here goes:</div><div><br /></div><div>Once upon a time.... just kidding. None of that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday, August 21, 2011 (38 weeks, 5 days): Mom is in town. We head up to Morgan, UT to hear my cousin Jeremy's homecoming talk. We stick around at Grandma's to eat food and play games with all the aunts/uncles/cousins for a while. I sit on the floor doing MAJOR stretches because about a week prior my back started killing me any time I sat in any kind of chair. Here's proof:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3YAZjnJPCksrEVd2pghaTDNOCTTg53l6WXEpxTjeESgDj7Uta9O4ZKmYtLZ4KNdnfXeScYCnn2Aywu8ZxS-8wVKMwSNaOHZcBPiIT3B0s7-G4yLOH8bOXHCbsFSYSwqWIV-YNSY-SXPz/s1600/DSC09945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3YAZjnJPCksrEVd2pghaTDNOCTTg53l6WXEpxTjeESgDj7Uta9O4ZKmYtLZ4KNdnfXeScYCnn2Aywu8ZxS-8wVKMwSNaOHZcBPiIT3B0s7-G4yLOH8bOXHCbsFSYSwqWIV-YNSY-SXPz/s320/DSC09945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656376416697555618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Monday, August 22, 2011 (38 weeks, 6 days): I think my water has started leaking. I try all the little at-home tricks to see if my suspicions are correct and according to those, they are. About a day after it all starts (which is 9:00 pm) I'm told I need to go to the hospital to get checked out. Well, it turns out my water ISN'T leaking... and no, I haven't peed my pants. :) The nurse tells me I'm dilated to 1 cm and 80% effaced and sends me on my way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday, August 23, 2011 (39 weeks): Routine doctor's appointment. The Doc tells me there's about a 2% chance of me having my baby before September. This news encourages ME to want to cry. This news encourages SPENCER to accept an invitation from his friend to have an all-night Lord of the Rings Marathon. So Spencer heads over to the Muehlmann's at around 10 p.m. and I hit the sack. I snapped this little gem sometime earlier that day:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPb8YBDYW818s8Gdy_71xnJMyjbHFli4huA6c6dxDOkbstC0D3QjRKvpx4R3ixMPRw46Cai4yI1IFL2YG4niYlQ-nkmBPJfGk_VIq2S5OLkRswnfDD3CxnFLm7hROGuGG36w4RUz8kNqZ/s1600/40+weeks.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPb8YBDYW818s8Gdy_71xnJMyjbHFli4huA6c6dxDOkbstC0D3QjRKvpx4R3ixMPRw46Cai4yI1IFL2YG4niYlQ-nkmBPJfGk_VIq2S5OLkRswnfDD3CxnFLm7hROGuGG36w4RUz8kNqZ/s320/40+weeks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656381705963919858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Finally in the 40th week of pregnancy - HOW am I still smiling?!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>Wednesday, August 24, 2011 (39 weeks, 1 day): </div><div><br /></div><div>4:00 am - I get up to use the bathroom (for probably the fourth time since 10) and realize that I have uber-fun cramps. Haven't had THOSE joyful things since last November...</div><div><br /></div><div>4:05 am - Whilst still on the throne, Spencer comes back home. He informs me that he and Mike fell asleep halfway through the Two Towers. I inform him that I have cramps and I'd forgotten how much fun they aren't. We both go to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>5:00 am - I wake up because the cramps are now bad enough that I can't sleep through them. Spencer and I have an "aha" moment... "Holy cow, am I having contractions?!" Spencer whips out one of his two smart phones and pulls up a pregnancy app with a contraction timer. Sure enough, they're pretty consistent at 8 minutes apart. Spencer teaches me how to use his phone to time my own contractions so he can try to go back to sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>6:00 am - We're both still trying to sleep but it's totally not happening.</div><div><br /></div><div>7:00 am - Yeah... we're STILL trying to get some sleep and it's STILL not happening. And the cramps/contractions are definitely worse. SO... I ask Spencer, "what now?" Spencer calls the hospital and they say, "run a hot bath; it'll either stop the contractions or intensify them."</div><div><br /></div><div>7:15 am - We run a hot bath. I'm SO not complaining. I love me a hot bath.</div><div><br /></div><div>8:00 am - Guess what? They intensify. Now I'm positive that I'm having contractions rather than cramps. I'm having them every 4-5 minutes and they're bad enough that the only thing I can do while I'm having one is breathe. We call the doctor's office again and they say, "pack your bags, you're coming in."</div><div><br /></div><div>9:00 am - The overnight bag is in the car, I'm all clean after my bath (which turned into a very painful sit-down shower), the carseat is installed, and we're off to Orem Community Hospital.</div><div><br /></div><div>9:30 am - I'm all checked in and the monitors are in place timing contractions. I'm apparently 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced. The nurse says she'll check me in an hour to see if I've progressed or if my contractions have worsened.</div><div><br /></div><div>10:00 am - This, ladies and gentlemen, is by far the WORST part of labor and delivery. Every 3 minutes the only thing you can do is breathe because your contractions hurt so bad and yet you don't even know if you're in "active" labor for another 30 minutes. Boo! Oh, and I had to pee but didn't dare move because of the monitors. The cherry on top: no epidural yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>10:30 am - The nurse checks me and sure enough, I'm 4+ cm dilated and 100% effaced. The nurse says I'm officially "admitted" to labor and delivery so I'm singing praises of glory. The nurse makes a call to the anesthesiologist and I make a very tearful phone call to my mom because I'm thrilled that this is the real thing and I'm finally going to have my beautiful baby boy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Word of advice to future moms: Contractions are SO manageable. Yes, they hurt, but if you just RELAX and breathe through them, you'll be fine! The worst thing you can do is tense up or try to talk/move. Just breathe. And breathe. And breathe.</div><div><br /></div><div>11:00 am - I move rooms and the anesthesiologist arrives (fast, right?!) He gives me the quick run-through of epidural pros/cons and I sign a paper. That needle goes in and I don't feel a THING. Seriously. Nothing. He warned me about the "slight burn" that comes with general anesthesia... yeah, still nothing. </div><div><br /></div><div>11:15 am - The epidural is in full effect, I can't feel my legs, and I'm officially in heaven... until it turns out Colton does NOT like the epidural and his heart rate plummets from the 140s to about mid 60. When it doesn't go back up after 5 minutes they call in a bunch of nurses to flip me over into the fetal position and strap an oxygen mask to my face. I'm officially in angsty/hormonal-mommy-freak-out mode when his heart rate starts to creep back up to normal very quickly. I have to wear an oxygen mask for the next hour but I couldn't care less because the baby's fine.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKRXInivm-dAWCrxRo8q4ett1kHwVI2_41Aa7RCPDhtlQojw8myz70bhq-sYB9wFm1ur4efPlrEykDUxygu-G8XDXsFbgfpOOlAvbe9woVW_JGUm_08MoFW_6at4IiqayXlHaP9KbX2vY/s1600/DSC09974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKRXInivm-dAWCrxRo8q4ett1kHwVI2_41Aa7RCPDhtlQojw8myz70bhq-sYB9wFm1ur4efPlrEykDUxygu-G8XDXsFbgfpOOlAvbe9woVW_JGUm_08MoFW_6at4IiqayXlHaP9KbX2vY/s320/DSC09974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656408583421553378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This is obviously post-epidural and post-heart rate scare. Like the water retention? Yeah... me neither :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>Okay, the timing of everything else is still a blur to me but the following things all happened:</div><div><ul><li>My mom, Becca and Paige came over from my side of the family</li><li>DeRue, Kirstin, James, Rigby, Chase, and Emily came over from Spencer's side of the family</li><li>I got like... an hour of sleep</li><li>Everyone made guesses about what time the baby would come and how much he would weigh. Our times were all WAY off so DeRue convinced us all to re-guess. Yeah, we were all WAY off again. Can you guess who ultimately won? The nurse. It was as if she has had years of experience with labor and delivery or something... :)</li><li>A valve in my vein burst because of my IVs and I had a huge, lovely bulge on my left arm for the next few days. It left a gnarly bruise that didn't go away for three weeks! Yowza.</li><li>With Petocin and the epidural, the contractions actually became less consistent (not that I could tell) so I just relaxed and waited until Colton was ready to come.</li><li>I progressed steadily and was fully effaced/dilated/anxious far before the baby was in the right station for delivery. </li><li>Daddy called me from AUSTRALIA because he was there on a business trip! He wasn't supposed to be able to call at all for a few days but he got a patch of good cell phone reception and did it anyways (seriously, look up Alice Springs, Australia on Google Maps... holy landlocked, Batman!). The last thing he'd heard was that my doctor told me I'd have a September baby. Needless to say, he was pretty shocked and excited to hear that his grandbaby was less than an hour away from making his grand entrance.</li><li>I ate jello... and then threw it all up.</li><li>The Doctor had to use forceps because the baby was posterior and still not descending after I'd been fully dilated for several hours.</li><li>I pushed for a grand total of 10 minutes and then... he was here!</li></ul><div><b>Colton Brooks Cornett was born on August 24, 2011 at 9:40 pm. He weighed 8 lbs. 11 oz. and was 20 1/2 inches long. </b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vlkLf8oZG98Bq1YEJdczaNeXGjEQZ2cIh-5BW3tEAGANMO3IMV98ouohEito914lQTb9mYmSFyMpCH5dCIeajEmKoHarRTmKSbUmnbYC6K1Q71EMoWUSMfYi3w-L7dEtcy6J6JaAgLKa/s1600/DSC09991.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vlkLf8oZG98Bq1YEJdczaNeXGjEQZ2cIh-5BW3tEAGANMO3IMV98ouohEito914lQTb9mYmSFyMpCH5dCIeajEmKoHarRTmKSbUmnbYC6K1Q71EMoWUSMfYi3w-L7dEtcy6J6JaAgLKa/s320/DSC09991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656408589469751218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My first skin-to-skin moments: priceless.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8w5vADIbzlDToWPgzqB0AOLEowTcd7QEQn6N4CCz_KRTwpd-CqaGbxpLxtW4nktAC3NCHZ0KlyFZBPUgQ1o8YUcaDeX5Ck0L8tvL72NIF_CpRAjOhth1t0GwnsNfl_jbOnkcAoSQ_d4IJ/s1600/DSC00018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8w5vADIbzlDToWPgzqB0AOLEowTcd7QEQn6N4CCz_KRTwpd-CqaGbxpLxtW4nktAC3NCHZ0KlyFZBPUgQ1o8YUcaDeX5Ck0L8tvL72NIF_CpRAjOhth1t0GwnsNfl_jbOnkcAoSQ_d4IJ/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656408597139185778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Spencer couldn't be more excited to be a daddy</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-jFOjY8p80BSlbPOy1CpZ7_zFeW6y6Kl0MCCqxBNvyoiApYxUD__faIdvZqXw9jZ3pMVuxEKFhDF_OZFnD2NG-ENGFyxtBr8duDpNqtxPMhoXtTXfhUfiKeShi1v86OvJKoK0Nf2smql/s1600/DSC00014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-jFOjY8p80BSlbPOy1CpZ7_zFeW6y6Kl0MCCqxBNvyoiApYxUD__faIdvZqXw9jZ3pMVuxEKFhDF_OZFnD2NG-ENGFyxtBr8duDpNqtxPMhoXtTXfhUfiKeShi1v86OvJKoK0Nf2smql/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656408593125356226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The forceps did QUITE a number on Colt's little face. A month later, he still has a scar by his left eye.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttaTHCddI3rOy3Cfs4Wzw2AOR8awGzPiLReD74KXJfNMGdO5YGdh9I2r61lC2F94wC6vEx3XDo12DOFZ_k2xfSc-Rg9q7zFdcB_vCWyq8eBzR8BP0WhxcHNHjDWG0bI9X72mK1cAVANBf/s1600/DSC00040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttaTHCddI3rOy3Cfs4Wzw2AOR8awGzPiLReD74KXJfNMGdO5YGdh9I2r61lC2F94wC6vEx3XDo12DOFZ_k2xfSc-Rg9q7zFdcB_vCWyq8eBzR8BP0WhxcHNHjDWG0bI9X72mK1cAVANBf/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656408601243051250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Here you can really see the bumps and bruises all over his entire body. As the Doctor put it, "Moms are lucky. Babies have to go through labor and delivery as well and they DON'T get an epidural."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMHLScKgQ952ZkcXO2rn-jxZLTBRt8Yb280XHvGYOO6P5OwOO0Mv7m-qtqTqo_mFQEnHJLH85QLwfnd2YhN1qe2bzDqoyLUY_dBexgQtm_Ywy_KkBsTHPOKXnhCKIbi6FHdgHvmjk0M7G/s1600/DSC00055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMHLScKgQ952ZkcXO2rn-jxZLTBRt8Yb280XHvGYOO6P5OwOO0Mv7m-qtqTqo_mFQEnHJLH85QLwfnd2YhN1qe2bzDqoyLUY_dBexgQtm_Ywy_KkBsTHPOKXnhCKIbi6FHdgHvmjk0M7G/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656410607864476978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Spencer picked this outfit out MONTHS ago and couldn't wait until there was an actual baby to wear it. So naturally, we brought Colton home wearing it!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI-B1pQQi4iMnw06jA_wysQ_dkO0xhAOOUIlk0qoufBxFH136D6rOZfO6eUmP6ltzlpZErcvIvr2sJnrxy73GCz8e0jhYUQSqXrOCfAvDiP4tdRtOjhrBxt3YOcC4rQeFHEJaR957yhr0/s1600/DSC00063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI-B1pQQi4iMnw06jA_wysQ_dkO0xhAOOUIlk0qoufBxFH136D6rOZfO6eUmP6ltzlpZErcvIvr2sJnrxy73GCz8e0jhYUQSqXrOCfAvDiP4tdRtOjhrBxt3YOcC4rQeFHEJaR957yhr0/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656410609811302226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The new, happy family right before getting discharged from the hospital.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQbLubnGLnb2VGYiJ0RSVgpWzr9GusHbopbyBl6ql-lmGdXlDBEj4KEFXR4OU9MaIkYM-kb-fsnrxtD0CVoWs9ed7pGMbaS816fbYw-MjPJaYsMmA7lTDaq98J7iAlDQrVeemf9KAfKR8/s1600/DSC00133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQbLubnGLnb2VGYiJ0RSVgpWzr9GusHbopbyBl6ql-lmGdXlDBEj4KEFXR4OU9MaIkYM-kb-fsnrxtD0CVoWs9ed7pGMbaS816fbYw-MjPJaYsMmA7lTDaq98J7iAlDQrVeemf9KAfKR8/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656410613904890866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The baby's already throwin' up signs...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQWcb928ljbsCq3to6AWZTD70Wy2sAgjGqVLCqDBWyOuw8YKFYeN8RwLUPcBanq9U6-P0yhAt_lrH9N93Id5jRtcWGGgMqO2pCDQqtEgu34Rk4VmCVTBDg5nyu-AtLOPnETDvXokpIc_o/s1600/DSC00163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQWcb928ljbsCq3to6AWZTD70Wy2sAgjGqVLCqDBWyOuw8YKFYeN8RwLUPcBanq9U6-P0yhAt_lrH9N93Id5jRtcWGGgMqO2pCDQqtEgu34Rk4VmCVTBDg5nyu-AtLOPnETDvXokpIc_o/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656410620978382098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Now, I love Colton's wide-mouthed, tongue-out smile, but the mischevious crooked grin holds a special place in my heart.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIseHHs9fe99dOOed951wAyGwJYY1I2h4Y4e1F7d5YofpbqQ2Kwh-lb6XNM34PZz0IrxUqqTza9g-epA_1LQ4ytukuz1d9xslyl-VsV1L0_olgTMpkOOpsPGbbPUE2B9sKVN2b-qBtUQ1q/s1600/DSC00199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIseHHs9fe99dOOed951wAyGwJYY1I2h4Y4e1F7d5YofpbqQ2Kwh-lb6XNM34PZz0IrxUqqTza9g-epA_1LQ4ytukuz1d9xslyl-VsV1L0_olgTMpkOOpsPGbbPUE2B9sKVN2b-qBtUQ1q/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656410626084759154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My eyes ARE open in this picture even though it looks like I'm trying to "fake sleep." Trust me, when I'm actually asleep, I drool. Oh well, the point is that I have a cute baby. :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn6aIzLmYFXdmimPCnOniZxBob25HCvlaBJ27ZIta3pTJgO-JBOdHbparYqAIGbu1Uoq7nk-AT_5w7tJQohL9z3rMqUbYMr_LdvJIJqLfWaujBht7xhe12T2gxvQZlCQFZIh4kh2bYKFk/s1600/DSC00217.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn6aIzLmYFXdmimPCnOniZxBob25HCvlaBJ27ZIta3pTJgO-JBOdHbparYqAIGbu1Uoq7nk-AT_5w7tJQohL9z3rMqUbYMr_LdvJIJqLfWaujBht7xhe12T2gxvQZlCQFZIh4kh2bYKFk/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656413111540471970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Colton has worn his jersey during 2 football games--the two that BYU has won! My BYU-obsessed, superstitious husband thinks he has BYU sports all figured out, now :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rWqupswu-PG3CIWvgnCMtMxmwHTL8cjJlbqpim4eUpOfBIMc9_O0lFA4H21gyyFVzXWoaUQuL1vzR8marwO7bHEiuhaqvgce_AIb0oW4DnF_B2QBccKaBw2kH6tlMwbv-qWBiE4i0IPg/s1600/DSC00239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rWqupswu-PG3CIWvgnCMtMxmwHTL8cjJlbqpim4eUpOfBIMc9_O0lFA4H21gyyFVzXWoaUQuL1vzR8marwO7bHEiuhaqvgce_AIb0oW4DnF_B2QBccKaBw2kH6tlMwbv-qWBiE4i0IPg/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656413116548441954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Seriously, Colton's smiles are my weakness!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Okay, so when Colton was 9 days old we drove up to Mary Clark's home in Murray, UT for some baby portraits (DMC Studios). Mary's the same photographer who took Rigby's newborn photos so Kent and DeRue wanted the two cousins to have equally cute baby pictures. Click <a href="http://www.blogger.com/photographybydmc.com">here</a> if you want to see some of Mary's other stuff... she's AMAZING! (So that link's not working too well for me... it's photographybydmc.com if you're having trouble as well). She'll be taking our family photos around Thanksgiving and I'm excited. Here are a few of our favorites from Colton's photo shoot:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiFUPsSdfH7YGw66D7P8NzJNSF_DhOQ6qzvhE_gYjfHxAvuAMi-Fw6-wfgqLfyjbUZdZLkjvaLyrCd_L4Ke6XjyQK_a5UFck89j9_EaGbaWckIxc2g5lHFq5uBd4H1-nOKa7jUEjU03PB/s1600/Cornett_06a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiFUPsSdfH7YGw66D7P8NzJNSF_DhOQ6qzvhE_gYjfHxAvuAMi-Fw6-wfgqLfyjbUZdZLkjvaLyrCd_L4Ke6XjyQK_a5UFck89j9_EaGbaWckIxc2g5lHFq5uBd4H1-nOKa7jUEjU03PB/s320/Cornett_06a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656413119150968850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliV3s2iloV6LAK87F5Bw8b1IsL5TjfRzvS_BoGaqYGZHRMR6wup8MCuchTpGJ9r_vJMYjNFFHAAumWUMAs_qLWWocBlvi0sYkiylZYc6KQ8H9APGRKC3LvZFoQBnULuixuFymsRNdZAjT/s1600/Cornett_13.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliV3s2iloV6LAK87F5Bw8b1IsL5TjfRzvS_BoGaqYGZHRMR6wup8MCuchTpGJ9r_vJMYjNFFHAAumWUMAs_qLWWocBlvi0sYkiylZYc6KQ8H9APGRKC3LvZFoQBnULuixuFymsRNdZAjT/s320/Cornett_13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656413125295336114" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Spencer and I can't even begin to describe how blessed we feel to have Colt in our lives. We've prayed him here for FAR longer than 9 months and he's been completely worth the wait. I feel like so many of the things I used to invest time and effort into before he came along just aren't important anymore. Being a mom is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. So I'm sorry I've been off the radar for the past month; it's been a busy one! I've never laughed so much, cried so much, smiled so much, or done so many loads of laundry but I'm loving every second of it. Thanks for all of your love and prayers - I feel like this pregnancy/delivery could not possibly have gone smoother. We love you all!</div><div><br /></div><div>'Til next time...</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-90761758533356582152011-08-18T14:39:00.003-06:002011-08-18T14:58:58.245-06:00Some good news... some bad news...First the bad news...
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<br />I had a doctor's appointment this morning. Yes, the baby is fine... yes, I'm doing fine... but I was <span style="font-style: italic;">seriously </span>hoping to hear that this baby was about ready to make a grand entrance and that is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> what we heard. Our doctor did his little ehem... "exam"... and told us "I'm about 90% positive this baby's coming in September."
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<br />WOOF! September?! Holy moly I wanted to throw a shoe. Oh well, I guess little man just needs a little more time down South before gracing us with his presence.
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<br />Here's a picture of me in Week 39... I officially look like the Goodyear Blimp:
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m7AWMGZ3_Nh2C91qnqwu0Ch0-k4ojbgH1GnyQbMe3BnbZICUqDf-2BS55vUjUaZ6o4mwlWRSskiUjNJZxqBst_CWe8eI1Oz6kzaJZRM237j5Gft-PMrWthW79aYPXkM_Jz4ph-EUIleb/s1600/39+weeks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m7AWMGZ3_Nh2C91qnqwu0Ch0-k4ojbgH1GnyQbMe3BnbZICUqDf-2BS55vUjUaZ6o4mwlWRSskiUjNJZxqBst_CWe8eI1Oz6kzaJZRM237j5Gft-PMrWthW79aYPXkM_Jz4ph-EUIleb/s320/39+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642299466230484994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">OH, and don't believe my smile for a second. I'm totally faking it :)</span>
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<br />Now the good news (which, luckily, there is more of):
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<br />I finished my internship! Yes, it's a relief to have completed it before the baby came but I really enjoyed my time there! I'm going to miss working at the hospital, for sure. I woke up this morning and had a "whoa.... what now?" moment before realizing, "Oh, that's right... I'm having a baby. And he's so big I feel like he's going to explode out of my belly button." Operation Baby is a "GO!"
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<br />Mom gets here TOMORROW! And now that it's looking like she'll have more time with pregnant-Amy instead of momma-Amy I'm excited for her to help me pass the time until Colton's here. We're planning on going to Tara's baby shower on Saturday and I'm hoping we can all go up for Jeremy's missionary homecoming on Sunday. And despite the fact that my doctor thinks NO amount of walking, castor oil, spicy food, etc. will bring a baby here sooner than he's ready, I'm comforted by the fact that mom told me, "Walking HAS to help! Gravity alone should bring that baby down!" Yeah, it better. Because this baby has already dropped and I have been and will continue to do a TON of walking to try and make him drop even more. Seriously?! 0-stinking-% effaced?! Lame. But my mom is cool!
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<br />Okay, I'd better stop. Friends don't let friends blog frustrated.
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<br />Life really is good... I just WANT THIS BABY HERE! My next doctor's appointment is on Tuesday so I'm hoping for some miraculous news :)
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<br />Stay tuned...
<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-79117935721781496372011-08-12T13:56:00.009-06:002011-08-12T17:03:51.257-06:00Gettin' Down to Crunch TimeOh my holy heck, I'm 38 weeks pregnant! For reals. When I finally got the energy to kick my swollen backside out of bed, this is what I ended up looking like:
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu2BNDxXEOvcKsE-lxqev6jbR4D9srTiBlTO65EvmFo4qbtnAMz8kqaYtK0pknNQe_GLoEgLDZP43ctMbDZkvLUKA75ZnsTZoyj-6JTpTLKTZdsqCuzYCb5DTyCCoe8pqz-rcxtmFe3Ed/s1600/38+weeks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu2BNDxXEOvcKsE-lxqev6jbR4D9srTiBlTO65EvmFo4qbtnAMz8kqaYtK0pknNQe_GLoEgLDZP43ctMbDZkvLUKA75ZnsTZoyj-6JTpTLKTZdsqCuzYCb5DTyCCoe8pqz-rcxtmFe3Ed/s320/38+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640062298559945170" border="0" /></a> I can't even get over how huge I am. This week I <span style="font-style: italic;">look</span> like I'm going to pop and I <span style="font-style: italic;">feel </span>like I'm going to pop. I'm finally realizing what all this talk about the last month being the hardest is all about.
<br /><ul><li>Walking is now about the only form of exercise I can handle... and I'm walking VERY slowly.
<br /></li><li>Little man has learned how to hone in on my bladder like a tractor beam and he has DEADLY aim. Sorry for the over-share but I can seriously pee about once every 30 minutes. </li><li>Pregnancy insomnia. Woof. I go to bed at 11:00 at the <span style="font-weight: bold;">latest</span>, I wake up at 6:30 in the morning, and yet I get about 2-3 hours of actual sleep every night.</li><li>This carpal tunnel business is starting to get on my nerves (Haha, my median nerve. Get it?!). My left hand is usually fine but my right hand is perpetually numb. We're talking 24:7. It's really weird.</li><li>The cankles have reached a new level of dangerous.</li><li>Everyone has an opinion about where I'm puffiest, how I'm carrying my baby, my waddle, how much my baby will weigh, how early/late my baby will come, and how fast I'll drop the baby weight (according to some people, "when" I lose the baby weight should be "if" I lose the baby weight).
<br /></li><li>So I'm physically exhausted, but mentally and physically, I feel fantastic!</li></ul>So you want to hear why I have the best husband in the whole world? He's fully aware of how much my aches and pains have been wearing me down. After our doctor's appointment the other day he surprised me with a prenatal massage. Um, yeah. I was in heaven for that 60 minutes. My sciatic nerve pain and water retention went way down immediately afterward and I'm hoping I can fend it off a bit longer. Spencer officially gets control of the TV remote for an indefinite amount of time :)
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<br />Raylyn threw me a baby shower with all my aunts and cousins and it was so fun! She really outdid herself with the food, decorations, games, etc. and I'm grateful for all the work and effort she put into everything. It was great seeing family members that I haven't seen in years... and Becca & Paige were there!
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<br />Last night Spencer and I went on a Target/Wal-Mart run to pick up some last minute baby things that we still need before D-day. I was really glad that we went together because Spencer got a little taste of what I go through every day during my ten and a half hour shifts at IMC. A cute little Hispanic lady standing in front of us at the checkout line went ON and ON about our baby: "Oh, he will be SO BIG! Has the doctor told you how big he will be? He has to be at least 8 pounds. He is a boy? Yes, I can tell he is a boy." Spencer and I just cracked up - this woman was seriously adorable.
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<br />And after our little shopping trip the nursery is just about finished! We still don't have any drapes for our HUGE window, though. Having no drapes doesn't bother me, but lights shine straight through the blinds and keep Colton's room pretty bright through the night. I want my baby to sleep as well as possible! There are a couple of other things we still really need to get but I'm feeling a lot more prepared than I did just a week ago. Now we just need the baby!
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<br />So here are some pictures of the little man's room. Enjoy!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEwe-h0Pt9DiWHDZS8zodi9eMXLXFU-_QqV-tZb8jPa0IKZucz-T3oY_ike6ADiqcB4m8zdjXde5ICXhu8VY2ypTDE_ScLlEXum0jZhugnu6Ykk3Vp6D2d15hfXXxNoDZ5AW4e1H_JAnU/s1600/nursery+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEwe-h0Pt9DiWHDZS8zodi9eMXLXFU-_QqV-tZb8jPa0IKZucz-T3oY_ike6ADiqcB4m8zdjXde5ICXhu8VY2ypTDE_ScLlEXum0jZhugnu6Ykk3Vp6D2d15hfXXxNoDZ5AW4e1H_JAnU/s320/nursery+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096404826739266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Welcome to treasure island :)</span></span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyn64Hc6rIMpGgpBFbvimWR3yFJZAGbPmfTfhYoIz5BZX44XNK2INzciwFw80y79oPCN6s0zBi3864wx4-h590QYCuLRglcHuR-g-h8YSeMhHh4yLWOck3H5lf2qYD79Yf3hx2ngPBa9-h/s1600/nursery+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyn64Hc6rIMpGgpBFbvimWR3yFJZAGbPmfTfhYoIz5BZX44XNK2INzciwFw80y79oPCN6s0zBi3864wx4-h590QYCuLRglcHuR-g-h8YSeMhHh4yLWOck3H5lf2qYD79Yf3hx2ngPBa9-h/s320/nursery+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096481227952466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is where the magic happens... AKA "thesis"</span></span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEAdX130pJi1Kayp7kBtzbl0GVuy7f1Ct9TliqOEBYSfgD7dxU-ilIcmu68b7qmDvnCjy2Pid1JKQ3kPSjnuMwl_6roDIpGg9dRcYjOd6n5MDd5kTiNaIi14STkKfJlFWwyqOL4EFu9c9/s1600/nursery+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEAdX130pJi1Kayp7kBtzbl0GVuy7f1Ct9TliqOEBYSfgD7dxU-ilIcmu68b7qmDvnCjy2Pid1JKQ3kPSjnuMwl_6roDIpGg9dRcYjOd6n5MDd5kTiNaIi14STkKfJlFWwyqOL4EFu9c9/s320/nursery+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096075846882642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Notice the BYU jersey? Spencer just couldn't resist. See the diaper genie to the left of the changing table? That was another one of Spencer's stipulations - poopy diapers give him the willies.</span></span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyA6d2elcAfNCfn7KX4LWvEB_1HK3Y9vayBQv_2CMmolRWJqWcmN3iHJ6xcFcUMVod15IIyukgpbr73eFo0bGw5POUJaN950ZcKEaDkWxTIh6vPXEvnEEd6LBT8Sb7AQGhyphenhyphenSiXn63fFN6/s1600/nursery+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyA6d2elcAfNCfn7KX4LWvEB_1HK3Y9vayBQv_2CMmolRWJqWcmN3iHJ6xcFcUMVod15IIyukgpbr73eFo0bGw5POUJaN950ZcKEaDkWxTIh6vPXEvnEEd6LBT8Sb7AQGhyphenhyphenSiXn63fFN6/s320/nursery+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096169653487858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The monkeys are named "Wilson" and "Friday." And I love them. The crib + bedding are definitely my favorite parts of this nursery (thanks Walkers!)</span></span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9i4Wa53M0YRdbBM6gb36003YgCoUbN2S62WCSCjFy8U_iZIhCnP8Mpd_O_qh__EIrpRESAbzA141WAHEfQuVQGUS5O8i9PpkgSZELYxKQPGkI7OqI9D6ZoBfjCyfsofXj6-hmdH_tfcaV/s1600/nursery+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9i4Wa53M0YRdbBM6gb36003YgCoUbN2S62WCSCjFy8U_iZIhCnP8Mpd_O_qh__EIrpRESAbzA141WAHEfQuVQGUS5O8i9PpkgSZELYxKQPGkI7OqI9D6ZoBfjCyfsofXj6-hmdH_tfcaV/s320/nursery+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096236829939794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We traded our blue leather couch out for this rocker (thanks to Kellen and Char). I anticipate many sleepless nights in this chair.</span></span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wPkwE536TqN_rPTWtuTi7PlI9IfqTK9a5VpebiZjihgEMz_1CAmXruxp3MJXFm3Of2uzCKGBgpWlupqueDc_v6rq7qlaaqozq2qHwnbhwpvbbNXkbg8wYnebcwixzY1tlsYcn3p5wwwJ/s1600/nursery+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wPkwE536TqN_rPTWtuTi7PlI9IfqTK9a5VpebiZjihgEMz_1CAmXruxp3MJXFm3Of2uzCKGBgpWlupqueDc_v6rq7qlaaqozq2qHwnbhwpvbbNXkbg8wYnebcwixzY1tlsYcn3p5wwwJ/s320/nursery+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640096332429694370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >You like how the window valence is laying across the dresser? Yeah... our window is WAY too big; the valence only stretches about halfway across.</span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">So... baby watch continues! Stay tuned for any more breaking news :) 'Til next time...
<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-59817882803327813652011-08-05T15:37:00.006-06:002011-08-05T17:08:48.397-06:00Full term!Drumroll please...<br /><br />We did it! In week 37, I am officially FULL TERM. Yeah!<br /><br />The past week or so has brought two new "fun" pregnancy symptoms.<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Numb fingers and hands</span> (and occasionally arms). I was officially freaked when I woke up one morning and couldn't feel either of my arms. As the day progressed, my hands and fingers spontaneously went numb at random times. Usually a couple quick arm shakes did the trick but it was still really weird that first day. I turned to the obvious source to figure out what was wrong... good ole' Dr. Google. According to the internet, this is actually pretty common in pregnancy and is a manifestation of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (CTS). Yeah, I was unsure at first, too. But here's what I found:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >"The most common symptoms are hand pain, hand numbness, tingling sensations in the fingers, hand and thumbs and pain shooting up the forearm. It can even translate to shoulder and neck pain following the nerve path back to the brain. Often these symptoms are most intense at night and result in routine sleep disturbance. The last thing an expecting mother needs is another cause of routine sleep interruption.</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >"</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Found at: http://www.mycarpaltunnel.com/pregnancy-and-carpal-tunnel-syndrome.shtml</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">How Pregnancy causes CTS:</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">"Pregnant women in the final months of pregnancy are known to suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome. It is caused by swelling in the carpal tunnel that puts pressure on the median nerve (wrist-palm nerve). The reason why this happens is because of increased fluid retention in the advanced stages of pregnancy. CTS pain can affect one or both hands, though the swelling usually subsides in the months following childbirth."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >Found at: http://www.slideshare.net/EasyReference/pregnancy-carpal-tunnel-syndrome-cts-how-pregnancy-causes-cts</span><br /><br />I actually read a study about it and it turns out that 17-30% of pregger women get it. This water retention is pretty fun stuff, eh?! My doctor told me that water retention reaches its peak about a week after the baby's born. It's too bad we're scheduled to take pictures of Colton 5 days after he's born! This momma's going to look like the Goodyear Blimp.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The pregnancy waddle.</span> I've seriously learned that this is a real thing. Holy moly, you should see how slow and awkwardly I walk. Every time I move (and sometimes when I don't) those around me are treated to free sideshow... and some involuntary grunts. Shuffling around 14 floors in the trauma tower at IMC was REAL fun last week, especially because each step made me want...er... HAVE to pee. Huzzah!<br /><br />Speaking of work....<br /><br />There was a lady with dementia/early stage Alzheimer's that we were supposed to do a bedside evaluation on this past Wednesday. I was a little worried about the fact that she was yelling to herself before we even stepped foot in the room. The second I walked through the doorframe she started screaming to high heaven that she didn't want "that little pregnant girl" to come any closer because I'd give her a blood disease. Hmmm. The screaming became more and more intense, even as my supervisor did the exam and I stood as close to the doorframe as possible to reduce her agitation. I said nothing, I touched nothing, but her personal terror ensued. I stepped out the door so she wouldn't see me anymore but her screaming actually got louder. I heard her yelling AT my supervisor that she was furious "that little pregnant girl ever stepped foot in this door" and then she continued to scream what she was going to do if I ever walked into her room again. Thank goodness for bilateral arm restraints because I think either my supervisor or I wasn't going to leave that room alive if our patient had been free to move around... not that she didn't try.<br /><br />And then half an hour later I met the CUTEST couple I think I've ever seen. This cute 90-something year old man was admitted and his even cuter 90-year old wife was in the room during my evaluation. The two of them were holding hands and cracking jokes at each other the whole time. The man's wife was cruising around with her walker and her husband was saying that she was "showing off" her mobility because he was stuck in a bed and couldn't use his jazzy motorized scooter. He basically challenged her to a race once he gets discharged. She had to leave his room the same time that I did but not before my cute patient put his dentures back in so he could "give her a proper kiss goodbye." I literally melted.<br /><br />Pardon the lack of segue, but... moving on! JEFF AND BECCA (& Paige) are back from England! While my mom and dad were off playing with the Cochrans in Alaska I officially fell out of the loop. I've submitted to the truth... I get all my info from mom. I literally had NO idea that Jeff and Becca were moving back to Orem (much less that it was happening THIS week). And the next thing I know my oldest brother was telling me that Tuck and Hugh are moving to San Diego for Hugh's new internship. (Hey Tuck... we need to call each other more often!) A lot happens in a week and a half. Anywho... Jeff and his fam are back and I get to see Becca tomorrow for my baby shower!<br /><br />Before I forget (these posts are all unedited mental purges so sorry if they're completely unorganized), here's a picture of me at 36 weeks:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdcN6MoMwQzgKJYKVgk6xe5osjV07tRJA2GIHpRMxSp1SCZH7JIUjXviwiEfGV9V_ofaq28bvQ2NUCxsxj4_VNK0taV8F1IXdXCybpK7f58V063rMML1vfYwbPDZ3jgcgaI1Vid3xx5qd/s1600/36+weeks+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdcN6MoMwQzgKJYKVgk6xe5osjV07tRJA2GIHpRMxSp1SCZH7JIUjXviwiEfGV9V_ofaq28bvQ2NUCxsxj4_VNK0taV8F1IXdXCybpK7f58V063rMML1vfYwbPDZ3jgcgaI1Vid3xx5qd/s320/36+weeks+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637504850361506786" border="0" /></a>And these are from yesterday... week 37!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RPrZukZZLAM1acWNl9E7tNRstLt13LIJ6163oo_-MXbtLXZH2FfCJCMyTvDWuogBNHauXDUVsZsbOZPm5gW6v32IWS6sppj1iG0UFYCWtRQ3g8GTYAGFunSimV-fr99qzEbd9xO4Zk8l/s1600/37+weeks+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RPrZukZZLAM1acWNl9E7tNRstLt13LIJ6163oo_-MXbtLXZH2FfCJCMyTvDWuogBNHauXDUVsZsbOZPm5gW6v32IWS6sppj1iG0UFYCWtRQ3g8GTYAGFunSimV-fr99qzEbd9xO4Zk8l/s320/37+weeks+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637505459593278722" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-EbtpHN2G8BL6FGqCaWsAW4TKQFKOTt-LtY41laMnUKNOwouznmhXPjm9V22_x56-KZxsWgwHwq5iFKtwITtF5qEIyyGkclqX62pzQxOjPDw6mjCOEXjH6sdWhked3cjV-1CyJ6Gna5h/s1600/37+weeks+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-EbtpHN2G8BL6FGqCaWsAW4TKQFKOTt-LtY41laMnUKNOwouznmhXPjm9V22_x56-KZxsWgwHwq5iFKtwITtF5qEIyyGkclqX62pzQxOjPDw6mjCOEXjH6sdWhked3cjV-1CyJ6Gna5h/s320/37+weeks+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637505853883422738" border="0" /></a>These were taken right before my VERY LAST zumba class of the summer! Classes officially ended this week (so students can get ready for finals) and Fall classes will start up again on August 31st. I don't exactly think I'll be in any position to groove to Latin music the day after Colton's due date so I'll just have to walk a lot of stairs between now and baby-day. Mom's coming on August 19th (yippee!) so maybe she'll go on long walks with me (long... not because of distance, but because I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> slow).<br /><br />In other news, I was able to go to part of AJ's baby shower on Tuesday. Her baby girl is due at the end of December and is going to be SO DANG CUTE! She's leaving the cohort for Texas (so the husband can go to Med. school) and our cohort's going to feel weird without her here. Here we are with our matching baby bumps:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90aXP0S-2GSelFG-JKORpPis73bEomnwWXFeguZPYcS8BA_Z8hBv69fJ8dJtDufio9qx64ecjGosfALyIayI8DmxG5ivSx_cVLZeO8-fFQZTzTsDlMvTAr2m0JOmr0hAKbj94n9834BLT/s1600/Amy+and+AJ.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90aXP0S-2GSelFG-JKORpPis73bEomnwWXFeguZPYcS8BA_Z8hBv69fJ8dJtDufio9qx64ecjGosfALyIayI8DmxG5ivSx_cVLZeO8-fFQZTzTsDlMvTAr2m0JOmr0hAKbj94n9834BLT/s320/Amy+and+AJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637507878457553810" border="0" /></a><br />I think MY Colton and HER baby girl should meet up in about 22 years and hit it off big-time. Seriously.<br /><br />Before I go, this is becoming my new favorite (and most shocking) thing to check in blog-land. 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People are still silly, I guess. I love you all! 'Til next week...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-44535628214024991762011-07-28T10:52:00.005-06:002011-07-28T11:27:10.755-06:00People are Silly...So... yeah. The past few weeks have been a LITTLE bit busy to say the least! Spencer and I house-/dog-sat for Kirstin and James while everyone in his family (except for us) went to Lake Chelan for the annual lake trip. Did we miss it? Heck, yes. But there were many reasons why it just didn't work out of for us this year (money, internships, jobs without vacation time, oh... and this little detail where I'm 36 weeks pregnant...). Apparently it was a pretty wild trip. Rigby got to swim for the first time, Chase got engaged to Emily, everyone cried and moped horribly because we weren't there.... okay that last part didn't happen. But I'm glad they had fun!<br /><br />House sitting was great for a few reasons:<br /><ul><li>Kirstin and James literally live across the street from my hospital so my commute was cut from an hour each way to 5 minutes for a week straight.<br /></li><li>We got to play with the dogs, and they LOVE anyone who loves them.<br /></li><li>K and James have TiVo so I was able to watch all the episodes of SYTYCD that I was behind on.<br /></li><li>And I got a LOT more sleep! I was asleep by 9:30 or 10 every night and was able to sleep in until 7:00. It was glorious.</li></ul>House sitting was a little hard for a few reasons, too:<br /><ul><li>Kirstin and James' house was infested by mosquitoes and these little black beetles. I think I had at least 10 new bug bites every night. One bit my eyelid--when I woke up on Sunday morning, it was so swollen that I couldn't open it. Hotness.<br /></li><li>I didn't have to commute every day... but Spencer did. Drat. </li><li>I didn't know my way around their kitchen or grocery store so cooking and shopping took about twice as long</li><li>I had to miss Zumba for a couple nights because it was in Provo.... so I did a LOT of walking.</li><li>My computer was never able to hook up to their internet so I didn't get any work done on my presentation until we came back to our place on Tuesday.</li></ul>I've decided that people are silly. I looked at by blog stats for the first time in forever this past week and came across an interesting feature. Did you know that you can see the key words people use that end up linking to your blog? 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Belly button ring? Mexican pregnant girl? TWINS?! I don't even want to know how some of these connections were made. Under referring sites, blogger also showed that someone was linked to my blog by looking up Montel Williams' info page on wikipedia. All I know about Montel Williams is that he used to have a talk show and his "get out of debt now" commercials are as annoying as the devil. But just watch... now that I've mentioned him by name in my blog I'll get lots more random links to him in the future! Like I said, people (and internet servers) are silly.<br /><br />Speaking of silly, I thought this was funny: My first patient on Monday morning asked me when I was due. When I told her, she said, "But you're so tiny! You can't be that pregnant!" She immediately became my new favorite person and I made sure she knew that. Not 15 minutes later, I saw my second patient of the day. She asked me when I was due, as well. When I told her, she said, "You can't have another month left! You look like you should be in Labor and Delivery right now!" Ha! I'm sure everyone sees my behbeh bump and can't help but compare my size to the size they or those they know were when they were pregnant. <br /><br />I was also semi-flattered when a female patient's husband (who is a self-proclaimed accurate gender and multiples predictor) said there was no way I was having twins. However, his follow-up statement was, "Yeah. It's definitely not two. It's probably the world's biggest singleton but I can tell it's not two." Hmm...<br /><br />Here's another gem I heard from a radiology tech. "Are you due pretty soon? You look so uncomfortable!" I responded with, "Actually, I feel great!" Her follow-up was, "Oh. Well, good for you. But you look uncomfortable."<br /><br />And my ultimate favorite comment to date came from a TOTALLY sweet and typically tactful respiratory therapist that I work with in Neuro trauma:<br /><br />*Gasp* "Look at your cute swollen feet! Oh my goodness, they look like fat little sausages that were shoved into casings that are too small!"<br /><br />I'm not even lying. And I'm not paraphrasing AT ALL. That lovely statement made such an impact that it's been permanently imprinted on my brain (and my supervisor's) for the rest of time. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I rolled up my pants and showed the RT that I did, in fact, have distinct ankles and calves with adequate circulation that day. I'd even joked with my supervisor that morning that I was proud of my skinny feet/ankles! But I think I jinxed myself because I've had horrid cankles ever since :)<br /><br />Like I said, people are silly. All you can do is laugh :)<br /><br />Oh, here are two little treasures for you from last week (35 weeks):<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNbAsa-VHIDpPRshMolFZnyo9ybmAUs5iB9sQnKxbrLZ5GHvNDzFbIsp70EthahXs6QpHQenL-M37g6GWHSY3LSud4S-9NbznzjuqWcNWU6kTS0k1_hGD1g_GBWROscioiFTyCibXRk8N/s1600/35+weeks+AP.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNbAsa-VHIDpPRshMolFZnyo9ybmAUs5iB9sQnKxbrLZ5GHvNDzFbIsp70EthahXs6QpHQenL-M37g6GWHSY3LSud4S-9NbznzjuqWcNWU6kTS0k1_hGD1g_GBWROscioiFTyCibXRk8N/s320/35+weeks+AP.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634453875267414402" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1oK_Qz6NNViXaVs1sbGRWHoGoA2lojw3CTSsivXYCZOL1ogUxQaFqbMhFXjAzW-7SWekFmOBjDeR-MjpEuCSrsTdUPuuDLbfoPi2hPt94BvfWFFpw2WlcGZ_SRfKAcHNiXMdcg51VxAG/s1600/35+weeks+profile.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1oK_Qz6NNViXaVs1sbGRWHoGoA2lojw3CTSsivXYCZOL1ogUxQaFqbMhFXjAzW-7SWekFmOBjDeR-MjpEuCSrsTdUPuuDLbfoPi2hPt94BvfWFFpw2WlcGZ_SRfKAcHNiXMdcg51VxAG/s320/35+weeks+profile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634453987682468610" border="0" /></a><br />I love you all! I'll have my 36-week pictures/update up pretty soon! 'Til next time...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-10924289683249796952011-07-07T15:17:00.006-06:002011-07-15T15:06:28.798-06:00Say WHAT?!The past two weeks have been almost overwhelmingly busy so I didn't get to update the blog. Oops! Anyways, life is good but crazy (and getting crazier by the second). Here's all the stuff we've been up to:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Week 33</span><br /><ul><li>Spencer's family was in town for July 4th, Spencer-birthday, baby shower festivities. It was basically nonstop craziness but we had a good time. I got to go to Stadium of Fire for the first time and fireworks + David Archuletta + Brad Paisley = awesomeness.</li><li>Speaking of baby shower, it was PHENOMENAL. DeRue recruited a ton of minions (AKA friends and family) to help with all the food and decorating. They did a wonderful job and I felt really loved. It was so great to see a lot of my Provo friends in one place!</li><li>I still kicked it at IMC for a few days and am glad to report that I. LOVE. MY. INTERNSHIP. still. That's a great sign, right?</li><li>Apparently, Spencer is still loving his job. I wouldn't <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>know... since I've been falling asleep at around 10 every night and he doesn't usually get home until 9. Poor guy... it'll be great when we can spend time together again!</li><li>We got a video camera! That way we can make cute videos of our baby and spice this blog up a bit. Now all I have to do is learn how to format this thing so it's not the same boring default background that the site chose for me when I first started this back in 2009... hmmm....</li><li>Um, braxton hicks contractions of death. I've cracked it up to working 10 and a half hour shifts without enough hydration but last week I was afraid I was going into preterm labor because my poor uterus NEVER stopped contracting. For about 2 days straight. It was crazy. But I knew it wasn't the real deal because it never "hurt," it was just awkward and annoying.<br /></li><li>My internship supervisor is AMAZING. She helped me work out my schedule so that I'll work a few Saturdays and be able to finish two weeks before my due date instead of 4 days. HALLELUJAH! A huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders :)</li><li>Here's me last week:</li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMPcCDTuRxV0ARCMN9Iqy_4a3N90UB-zISkOinKplBTs8Jw7GBgvEUQQ7nIsxgUTuifhRXh2TQZ8tIEqtruGECjPMcIqquvQA1LznnJc2tnof8IYtaPG88zdJ7Dl67DwRrsieM5_kaUhyphenhyphen/s1600/week+33.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMPcCDTuRxV0ARCMN9Iqy_4a3N90UB-zISkOinKplBTs8Jw7GBgvEUQQ7nIsxgUTuifhRXh2TQZ8tIEqtruGECjPMcIqquvQA1LznnJc2tnof8IYtaPG88zdJ7Dl67DwRrsieM5_kaUhyphenhyphen/s320/week+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626723007682235538" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCA4hm2Q_2D27XY3EhgIKJEJVkk1l1JiuK0b726UY1wlrkqZXOVr75UhV0-HVI1lPcvWk3U58VSYVPBUzNYNnLywBcXAoYp1Bj3ymhUfcN529EOXheNzZE8yKahPFU7XoQ56v8na80Grt/s1600/33+weeks+profile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCA4hm2Q_2D27XY3EhgIKJEJVkk1l1JiuK0b726UY1wlrkqZXOVr75UhV0-HVI1lPcvWk3U58VSYVPBUzNYNnLywBcXAoYp1Bj3ymhUfcN529EOXheNzZE8yKahPFU7XoQ56v8na80Grt/s320/33+weeks+profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626722768456114786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Week 34<br /></span><ul><li>Spencer finally got a calling! He's an EQ teacher... which is exactly the same calling he had in our last ward but he LOVES it. I got visiting teaching assignments but a specific calling is still MIA. Sad.</li><li>My friend Mallory had her baby! Mallory was induced Sunday morning and pushed for about 40 minutes before Sawyer got here. He was 7 pounds 4 ounces. Spencer and I went to visit their cute little family at the hospital the next night and holy moly, that baby is BEAUTIFUL. I really want mine now (but fully cooked, of course). Except for a day at the anti-jaundice spa, parents and baby are doing just fine.</li><li>Um, Harry Potter. Midnight Premiere. Need I say more?</li><li>Spencer and I went to a birthing class and are learned a ton about how to get ready for our hospital visit and life with Colton afterward. Now I just have to remember everything we heard in six hours....</li><li>BOTH of the toilets in our little townhouse now have broken chains so the flusher doesn't work. That means you lift the top of the toilet tank completely off after EVERY use, plunge your hand into the ice cold water, and manually lift up and hold the plug so the toilet will flush. And I'm pregnant... so that happens about 24 times a day... and all through the night. HOW FUN!</li><li>A married man with children told me this little gem at IMC a few days ago: "You look like you're about ready to pop. In fact, you look like my dog. She just had a litter of seven puppies and she was ALMOST as big as you are." I kid you not. I could have punched him in the face.</li><li>Speaking of tactless comments, it has become an ongoing joke with my supervisor and the other SLPs at IMC that we have to figure extra time into our schedule to allow for the inevitable onslaught of comments that I receive CONSTANTLY from my patients, their friends and family members, and complete strangers about my massive midsection. Most people just ask if I'm lost and need to find the Women's Center but I've now had two people ask me if I needed them to fetch a wheelchair for me. Seriously?! I work here (thus the name badge, clipboard, and fancy clothes). I'm walking the stairs. I don't waddle. I'm smiling. AND I STILL HAVE A MONTH AND A HALF. Do I really look <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>uncomfortable? You'd think I was moaning and groaning down the hallways of the hospital whilst clutching my belly and shuffling my cankles. I still go to Zumba, people. I'm doing okay. *And now my vent is over, I promise.*</li><li>I had a doctor's appointment and he said that I'm right on track and everything looks perfect: baby is head down, weight gain is excellent (26 pounds!), I have a positive blood type, ideal blood pressure, no gestational diabetes, and thus NO COMPLAINTS! Whew :)<br /></li><li>Here's me this morning in the midst of my Harry Potter Hangover (I slept in until 11:00. Holy Moses.):</li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96z6vXQCiqt4AsFFVgGj2Nh64CYJmxX7EE4VURkueXpyqr8w8aYHqncBsWiOLIvVqZpnfHt2gsH5AxeLP0knOZwNSBtx8gmDiS1kHL1N2edNJeteQ2a_yJrhBCEl93dB8MejB9yiGIZgZ/s1600/34+weeks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96z6vXQCiqt4AsFFVgGj2Nh64CYJmxX7EE4VURkueXpyqr8w8aYHqncBsWiOLIvVqZpnfHt2gsH5AxeLP0knOZwNSBtx8gmDiS1kHL1N2edNJeteQ2a_yJrhBCEl93dB8MejB9yiGIZgZ/s320/34+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629686743395565730" border="0" /></a><br />That's all for now! Till next time...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-77174478376816501262011-06-30T14:55:00.005-06:002011-06-30T19:23:42.926-06:00三十二個星期!Yeah... that's 32 weeks!<br /><br />Um... Kirstin's water broke at 32 weeks. And then Rigby came shortly afterwards. I seriously can't believe Colton's already this close to being here but at the same time I can't believe I have around 8 weeks left to go. It's an awkward conundrum how half of me thinks time is flying by too fast and the other half of me wants time to fly by even faster.<br /><br />My friend Mallory and I had a joint baby shower a few weeks ago; she was originally due July 20th. THEN... her doctor moved her due date up to July 14th. THEN... she found out that her baby will be here on the 10th at the latest. That's next Sunday, dangit. This is the girl that I've always considered to be just a few weeks further along than I am!<br /><br />I. cannot. wait. for. this. baby.<br /><br />I was so ready for my cold to go away this week. Yeah... it never did. It's a total bummer to be a speech pathologist with absolutely no voice. However, I made it through another fantastic week at IMC and I'm loving this job (okay... externship. I definitely don't get paid). On the down side... I don't get the fourth of July off and Spencer's whole family will be in town living it up while I'm doing cognitive evaluations, dysphagia treatments, bedside examinations, and modified barium swallow studies. I hope I don't have too many new traumatic brain injury patients (for their sakes, not mine) but I've heard horror stories about the patients that get admitted as a result of independence day theatrics. Fingers are crossed!<br /><br />So speaking of the in-laws, they're coming to town tomorrow night! This week is going to be quite the extravaganza:<br /><br />Friday evening, our family's going to meet Emily's family. Emily is Chase's girlfriend; we've spent a TON of time with her but we've never met her family. I'm excited... and food will be involved :)<br /><br />Saturday = day of craziness. First of all, it's Spencer's birthday! The hubs is going to be a whoppin' 25 years old (he's such a baby, right?!) and I'm excited that a fun day is planned. DeRue and Kirstin are throwing me a baby shower at noon and apparently, plans are on lock down. I'm strictly forbidden from helping with planning and setting up and cooking and such so I'm pretty excited to see what they have in store. It'll be so fun to celebrate the behbeh with all my friends! M'kay, so after that's over I'm sure there will be all sorts of fun birthday hooplah with Spencer and his family. Finally, we're going to STADIUM OF FIRE! This show is supposedly awesome every year and this year will be no different. There will be dancing, singing, fireworks, David Archuletta and Brad Paisley! I'm basically stoked.<br /><br />Sunday, our nephew Rigby is getting blessed (which is the main reason why Spencer's family will be in town). Babies make me happy, church makes me happy, and family makes me happy so I'm sure it will be a fantastic day.<br /><br />I'll miss all the festivities on Monday but Spencer gets the holiday off and will join his family and James' entire family in Mount Pleasant. I don't know all the details but I've heard it will involve a pancake breakfast, a parade, a baby contest and another impressive bout of fireworks. Shoot... I hope I at least see some fireworks on my commute home from work.<br /><br />AND... my mom got her plane ticket! She's going to get here on August 27th and I am so excited. I miss my family like crazy right now. We figured out how to Skype on Spencer's iPhone so we finally get to talk to Jeff, Becca and Paige in England (Spencer's computer has all but bit the dust and mine doesn't have a web cam). I don't think my family will all be together again until we're in D.C. for Christmas so I'm pumped to get a little bit of family time in before December!<br /><br />Anyhoo... I'm off to zumba. This momma keeps eating chocolate and cookies so I'd better get in my daily dose of fitness. Here's a picture of me from this morning. I look like crap and am still ridiculously sick but focus on the cute baby.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tX8y0qEzbs4K0XL1DuCJpIdlLKliEz5LDyjZdxZMfYS0hyphenhyphenjB7asT_-xSxmquY1VMWdQFmOcO4naJDEz2lbzNSlKMaEfZjUO56k3CJOTviFASuSKJsbukF919GG6erajaI1t2jQ1uI5Bk/s1600/32+weeks.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tX8y0qEzbs4K0XL1DuCJpIdlLKliEz5LDyjZdxZMfYS0hyphenhyphenjB7asT_-xSxmquY1VMWdQFmOcO4naJDEz2lbzNSlKMaEfZjUO56k3CJOTviFASuSKJsbukF919GG6erajaI1t2jQ1uI5Bk/s320/32+weeks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624180550010132562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Today an older man that I work with said, "When are you expecting that thing to pop out?" After I told him, he said, "Are you diabetic? Because I'd expect a pregnant girl as big as you to be diabetic." Wow.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutjWbvniyBvgAckg220EGZUIAQnCvOJU-2qX2pPzUJDwSE1yEJV-CP70qSM5deQg0i3Mqvcw7nvKVwEjwX-kTkItqm_4M3DUtqCE2A9krC_4H-PNcdwCe7P5PZ4dfLEYGy4Yi7XBmbjgO/s1600/32+weeks+belly.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutjWbvniyBvgAckg220EGZUIAQnCvOJU-2qX2pPzUJDwSE1yEJV-CP70qSM5deQg0i3Mqvcw7nvKVwEjwX-kTkItqm_4M3DUtqCE2A9krC_4H-PNcdwCe7P5PZ4dfLEYGy4Yi7XBmbjgO/s320/32+weeks+belly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624181555220190274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">At Emma's wedding one of her uncles came up to me and said, "Does the temple know that you stole their basketball?" I thought it was funny. P.S... that's definitely an outie belly button.</span></span><br /></div><br />We love you all! Till next time...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9196912107643784879.post-74408001760745828742011-06-23T13:34:00.005-06:002011-06-23T16:02:02.812-06:00Attack of the internshipSo after all the fear and anxiety of beginning my first internship at Intermountain Medical Center, my first week is over and done! And here's the verdict:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXBgupqtfCBjcyPH6Cn4enTm1dgpDmmjQU5ZJ-xsFKaggKKG-LoyjWf_YaCnh0R8Q7Kdrl0nwOHtYxQgmX-5kVBRVwjmxkXv311oNIoh-OvQZ1VnaD50y7bxdML95WkgnlewCIfeoS2DX/s1600-r/Dibujo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXBgupqtfCBjcyPH6Cn4enTm1dgpDmmjQU5ZJ-xsFKaggKKG-LoyjWf_YaCnh0R8Q7Kdrl0nwOHtYxQgmX-5kVBRVwjmxkXv311oNIoh-OvQZ1VnaD50y7bxdML95WkgnlewCIfeoS2DX/s1600-r/Dibujo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I really do love it! I've been trying to psych myself up for this for MONTHS. After reassuring myself over and over again that I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">AM</span> trained and prepared for this internship, I finally believe it. It's definitely hard and challenging but I'm really enjoying the work, the people, and the atmosphere. After my first week, here are some high (and low) lights:<br /><ul><li>My supervisor is fantastic: she gives me the basics and then throws me to the wolves. She gives fantastic feedback... and best of all, she's FUNNY!</li><li>Ten and a half hour shifts = cankles.</li><li>My patients are darling. I can't go into specifics but I think working with (most) geriatric patients is an absolute riot. Not all my patients have been elderly but a lot of them are and so far, they're my favorite!</li><li>I got to do a complete beside swallowing evaluation... IN CANTONESE. Heck yeah.</li><li>This comment: "Um, you can't mean that you expect THAT baby to stay in for another two months?"</li><li>I spilled a spoonful of apple juice on one (very understanding) patient.</li><li>I saw some very unique cases that my supervisor told me she's NEVER seen the likes of.<br /></li><li>It's ironic that an explosively pregnant woman has to spend so much time in radiology (don't worry, I double up on the leads and stay the heck out of the x-ray's way).</li><li>An old man may or may not have tried to kiss me.</li><li>This comment: "Are you sure you're not having twins? Because I had twins and you're already bigger than I ever was!"</li><li>I want to make a shirt that says this: Yes, I am. 7 months. August 30th. Boy... because I'm sure I say those four things more than anything else.</li><li>The IMC cafeteria is delectable. AND cheap.</li><li>I need to find a temporary wedding ring because mine is tearing my gloves to pieces and is currently covered in the Avagard hand sanitizer I have put on 20 times an hour.</li><li>I contracted a WICKED cold on day one - I've been trying to battle it with major medications and a TON of sleep--as in, I get home at night and immediately fall asleep (we're talking 8:00/9:00). It's divine but I'll bet Spencer's pretty bored.</li><li>This conversation with a 23-year old male tech: "Wow, you must be ready to pop any day now."--Me: "Hah, I wish! I still have two more months to go."--Male tech: *squirming* "Oh, I didn't mean 'day,' I just meant that you're really pregnant."--Me: "Thanks?"</li><li>Barium simply cannot taste good, even if it's "flavored."</li><li>Stairs are my friend, and in a 14-story hospital I get to hike up lots of them.</li><li>Commuting isn't really that bad when you only have to do it 3 days a week.</li><li>An internship that lasts all day is a GREAT way to escape the sweltering 90+ degree summer weather.</li><li>I really could be happy doing this job for the rest of my life (after the behbehs are old enough to go to school).<br /></li><li>I survived!</li></ul>I'd give you a Spencer update but with all my sleeping I haven't seen too much of him this week. He's still working hard, looking good, and taking good care of me.<br /><br />I was sicker than dog (and swollen from a long day at the hospital) when I took this picture, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">here's little man in week THIRTY-ONE!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzeQKV3Jqk0mkll3IaW36HgsLi6oOKrEjTCaruyH4KiiaRChLTVWQCR3TEmfG7AMXpi-o5V8zSupcUpr7EcroS2nt50LLz4luQBeBYv6GPFTKBdkeCYOwXKaOPtoTE10htB4X-ppL9eFS/s1600/31+weeks.2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzeQKV3Jqk0mkll3IaW36HgsLi6oOKrEjTCaruyH4KiiaRChLTVWQCR3TEmfG7AMXpi-o5V8zSupcUpr7EcroS2nt50LLz4luQBeBYv6GPFTKBdkeCYOwXKaOPtoTE10htB4X-ppL9eFS/s320/31+weeks.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621517822871624706" border="0" /></a><br />The three of us love you all! Till next time...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903619407364869139noreply@blogger.com1