tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41247528854335807142024-02-18T20:21:24.719-07:00Kyle.Kelli.CamdenKy and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-71499788112984382962010-06-29T16:34:00.005-06:002010-06-29T16:49:35.791-06:00Cereal, Baby!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488329681253148626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PdXHkvHcfdiS5hitmNmYYm9jFMflpE1uDn3yJBZ-ru1eqWEBhUY01HFXwxjG722SeB9B9P9K-wYqkTO56TE2Xl2jwZWrxRGFSJQYJMSXQqvdrJyPHxgm4ui4BN2Ph0uVd2ipoNPSbNFg/s400/Wheat+Cereal+022.JPG" />No not rice, but WHEAT! Camden had his first taste of solid foods today (well... besides the things that Grandma and Daddy have given him behind my back).<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488330662220395042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoiZLhH5RdKurrlJI1jfuxiiAzsHisZGOTv1JK_3n53QqjyFbMeQWFLhqA1_USpBIzgPLcaag5-JXJOHxHoJ6rNlRzaC8LEv7MCxzJER-nCU_ijSyh7QgLVRCPKVZ48rv-pTCwaxl19jg/s400/Wheat+Cereal+008.JPG" /></div><div align="center">To tell you the truth, I think he liked the taste of his hand better than the taste of the cereal. I tried it (mixed with FORMULA mind you) and I personally hated it, too.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488329672636530450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqc1S7I1AHoCzjqgiRElCVJaqEDdocRMs5pSUB7LNO5orQ7fHS4PM513F1mg1lOZzNlNz9gQvYBtygQ9ksBZHj1i61CNQBCi_4rAwsrdsvnzIl6DUgkvL-6ISQTxPtalh71Pa8b3tVyX26/s400/Wheat+Cereal+004.JPG" /></div><p align="center">He loves his big-kid seat at least!</p>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-4263900242624623072010-06-28T10:00:00.004-06:002010-06-30T12:04:43.789-06:00Note to self: Don't leave baby alone with open bag of popcorn.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Xa4BLkI1aA_0iNhPLI81kmhC9xgH6h3_p1DjbVPFjIjVV49sSr-5s-37yK1kAI4mD0iM7YMcJODdQUvXoX2PvcELKd-C3YGrJ0OUWcDAsvHh2hkGWSJuYG47N88BLAzQRcakBvIwcsao/s1600/June+2010+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488629164893665714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Xa4BLkI1aA_0iNhPLI81kmhC9xgH6h3_p1DjbVPFjIjVV49sSr-5s-37yK1kAI4mD0iM7YMcJODdQUvXoX2PvcELKd-C3YGrJ0OUWcDAsvHh2hkGWSJuYG47N88BLAzQRcakBvIwcsao/s400/June+2010+005.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxOL48-htVdKCEySrxksPOEczHMKZXM6_iCQdKpY8iz11EocU-3M9QADp4KSr6di7VonF-gfEsRiN3DGymLamsjsiCe5r1mbI5TSX1cXKiWDJQSkZjx6qAHfHnx_1UPmlA8bNU7EkbCeG/s1600/June+2010+005.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLW5ucaO-Ey2ZVfPRgoJ4YD0tGqO6hZXOeqqRdpgLt2XuU7fwAb6oH3Tp6A22sbBGJY4vXXl0fcOoshp6k8XsUVzxQSFVC4mB3LEpRA-fEGHGIZnYTSjR3syYrtg-a0VWHwhka83suT_VN/s1600/June+2010+005.JPG"></a>I left for only a second... shortly after, a loud crinkling sound was coming from the bedroom. I ran in to the room to find Camden pouring the bag of popcorn on his head. I don't know who was more excited about the spill... Camden or Phebes?<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-43932083021978092642010-06-20T11:06:00.003-06:002010-06-20T11:14:29.965-06:00Happy FIRST Father's Day, Ky!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAd0K8KjvBlpu2I1nxwWhkIqFKQLWJ-YQadDbNENFrOPilDAFaWyCYaSYIw8W8aON5DiJEBP_tkh_NsIH9Fpe58v1ocSEK1wuiJHZXHZpPQr-WusVWdHorpxFB2tp82-wAsjRq5BUpZ1rW/s1600/June+2010+175.JPG"></a> He really is "Handsome like Daddy"!<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484904699565222594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPI9CZxmoqXxHhsVSPTSVm0ndL1KHnHL8IYj_0IxKpjFcM-iw2qtlgiHnPBUd-uQNY1eRvzEEvX9aHhTAhMdzEonOEFBH4kemlpDSVECGiPsrHtR1rOnLEsBgJdw6nZka6yVeJNl47aInv/s320/June+2010+190.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484904683975141186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAjaeuGewypYQgFVj6lOsL_qGJMyFpUvdw4ExBKujG3AwXOqR9x-ROL87drPBNNlIEo81SjTruL4B53MKDdk97IUdff46EiX-T2gmmLpCPW-DIrPPE5geTaHne5VabZNRIs03MyEn1sIb/s320/June+2010+195.JPG" /><br />We love you, Daddy! Sorry you have to be at work on your first Father's day. You work so hard for us!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484904716415098994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4LrqIz-LZlHMvdw8XK3jCpveli_q4x_YtUykvL5px_A3qhslz9dZ-Yxbfxm4gN7SoM_0_ZVxJRVptC21v-L2kUsoFGaQOov2jm6oD4D1vVDpukKo2H7o-nNNkKAGDVT-sszDJfPjK1ob/s320/June+2010+182.JPG" /><br /></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-79664640666201479362010-06-20T09:20:00.010-06:002010-06-20T10:46:25.014-06:00All About Camden<div align="center">It has been a while... sorry, I have been too busy enjoying this little baby of mine. He is already 4 months old! It seems like any free time I get, I want to spend it with him. Luckily now with school out I have a little bit of time to put up some cute pictures of what has been going on these last three months!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484877738519533954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6nlLl3tIORAyoI_fN8ENRb_7s-09ppolTr_qTZoqHlczD_1lqZ0LgGZglpPnXzwDlF5RXqdn1cEjUvhDaUnv4SqlSQWfHfGosV90yB7tgdSOYkXTLnhB9a5SkZOFbC4VNFgtWnPHGECZ/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">In March we went to Vegas for a few days. It was nice to get away with the babe, Kyle, and Aunt Carli. We had a blast, and Camden even had his first dip in the pool.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484877754325548610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOh4KDeql4j56cbIUq7cr_GLCg0fhF76O6TQbYJvdyC1EYy7klyQ00TaHQKRVidFiLRY36Y5UuCWtGFd2kII8aVcAKl09AMoPmdaqR9fCRSvOCdtw0w891KKvVIYNvE0Oxr7c_xY6mMNW/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">But mostly he just relaxed in the shade of a lawn chair :)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484877765963260242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4ZjkU0VU-A5MSROjGYEIJtZswmstFFZF4G8MwwL6c-yVdw8lNgziOVsSVrUYv6cqoiwCdvjPtJ-eBaKtYWnoO957J8aFcdQv7puH1cyRVxj8hmzX4e5JRiPASWj8lr0-i9W0PKBLNHed/s320/May+2010+042.JPG" /> Camden and Mommy had a fun mothers day. It was a lot better than the last one (which I spent sobbing in the back of sacrament meeting). He is my miracle.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879244148661858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileyPFQ5fAkw8O2s3TP0NAujhJ31SyMwJhzNNXa6g4sBxFWgP8vDO8FDYojMNfAYG6W6dtk26LsDymcT31Tnegcqo6xNG_EY0nyX673R6HjQVTB3u-p2Ca7MSh3jRnQemiLJUeVxz5qR4p/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Mother's Day weekend my friend Lindsay and I ran (okay...walked) the Race for the Cure. If you haven't done this before, sign up next year. It was pretty incredible.<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484895638136238338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIAoDpBp7DjJY_CWjjxl8XtTww6OEV-S9FrYzKG1wCXohOfz8jdPK9Upe_fY_HUlFzEpMZyrPC9DSdWr3AbaM_xPBPWcN_1fzKwIqalbFYsDMx9K0ap3SZDexzSf7e9BJkkgucdwKVDqf/s320/May+2010+068.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">He looks so big in his Hurley shirt! I love my little man. </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879233429185410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_AytcgFk0FeoBExRLYQufGLRbK0I0w5a6hcx3L98Ho_9a653grCkGzIVcOrUfxsedsEarVqXshsnge1X1zAwCcsUieE_tXCHqdSskzotemHfoqkoGH0Z76StcZf3XB7XdX2Qw-Cz9rNK/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" />Camden and his cousin Grayson are best buddies. Look at them holding hands! They do that on their own whenever we lay them next to eachother.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879256522797298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdGkahsPCAtiB-YYtP9tkNpXJJaGJ31fK4LKrfxE4HuZ_ME8bZqSPQPNR7eo32dsvPltg9uP8VmSZ4a566ksVhzeSlEoxQq4JU1lUFnHI5Xt8Tia85Vlm612EUt0Q9EqxdGTNyMFyKdwq/s320/June+2010+013.JPG" /> <p align="center"> He loves his little elephant. It crinkles and has plastic feet that he loves to chew on.<br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879281669395602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oJ76zBSCHJ2_RwHyOaJxKjkIoCaVImzn9GAFufcffKoGNbh9CzrPCF9tkzB33PJhUUwRthI6xks2rtEbT4LCfBWAeM7qZVKB52HFt82M6DPqW-GA9Jx4jf7zJZ-ACmj4B_lGaizgr3QW/s320/June+2010+075.JPG" />He hates the carseat ever since we took out the newborn insert. I think that it makes him sweaty because it is vinyl. Poor thing! But he is a good sport after a few minutes.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484877779790912594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8vwpPX6A2fF2qqYrrUvczXtNmLFfm0cZqB3rLD3nPtu1c6fHDgNAt2W7OtwkE7SSfA_Wmg4qS_u1uHcLfQNuQOspG2DctYCna10Xj9xh8i2U_8B60kBUvGC0k0_J_50JVQAsdwijXP5p/s320/May+2010+006.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Cam loves the bath, especially now that we put him in the real tub. He splashes and kicks like crazy.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879266877253698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZSIOSs3nJl-oHs6dkZyP5SXoBXFLsn4gmCw-VZgigCdoy4lpatUqdnbmrfKjCWWLEznNci0dqzlglGHTzKIHAe7cMZC6W_UZFWxfh5L2bIGGy2FR1hR-kkSifYaKLSL_vfBkjzdtkYkL/s320/June+2010+063.JPG" /> If you want this kid to fall asleep, put him in his swing. Gotta love his little dino feet in this one.<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484883218160899170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWHYxNOoUYSISl1w5Y11c3DmfZwbW2Q5RHxEiLv_uOxCTlIin1LO33c7iPDU57R_dETCO2AGTUoZ3eeq7gufPnV87BnONdlBaI5A378yDuPrqsGieTHiyvjRAv6oC3GKHiYwnZKpE-JPs/s320/June+2010+085.JPG" /></p><p align="center">He smiles non-stop! It melts my heart every time. I'm in trouble because I don't think that this cute face will ever be told "no" in his life.<br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484883263172102866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjp26Tf1AS1J5xSG8vsexAIcAE8tP_7GllCIx5OQ4rbgfrp0P1cl0rYxBEo_MKCBDBd1eKiNdlTPlvspPAyEgYZwaFyGpzDtCvPvuZKlCgmBp3UrlTaRJj8MJYRMwanBh5BiK4A9kBuAp/s320/June+2010+192.JPG" />His new thing is rolling over. Last week Kyle sat him down and we turned around, the next thing you know he looked back and Cam was on his back instead of his belly! We put him on his belly a few more times and he would roll over immediately and have this proud but confused look on his face. It is so adorable. Love it every time!</p><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484883238657874322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-qJmVtxNhglWAd2ipelfaDJIveZWIFOPUxVXDWScMm-yJnoFi7vEVehkZ1LhsHDilRE7UAFz0Mzv2I9jtnFFMArnFNZJlNDbO-k3rFzvk1DlN8z7Yy4ONaSs9Yerq003ilNQvRmWya94/s320/June+2010+168.JPG" /> </div><div align="center">We got Cam this bouncer at a shower. He loves it, but instead of the cool toys on the toybar, guess what his favorite thing is?<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484883251567074834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwAQ3vG_DbVLy7wEmb0DVuLPdSROD9AQkLmhyphenhyphennXzj-idoR-9k075G_iYcBNeP26QRbPusWO9n5UGdJd0-lWMDcKw2lr5cIIu4bVdK5pILeR72Sigm_3kduPiSP11b0IJ_OtodLQbk0Zxki/s320/June+2010+170.JPG" />The TAG! He stares at it and grabs for it the whole time he is in the bouncer. Maybe we should quit buying him toys. We have plenty of tags around the house!<br /><br /><div align="center">You see, this is why I don't blog. I have been sitting here for over an hour. But at least now the grandmas can quit calling me a slacker :)</div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-48816783449440628882010-03-17T19:45:00.005-06:002010-03-17T20:28:08.337-06:00One Month<div align="center">My baby turned one month old yesterday...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Time crawled when I was pregnant, and now it is going by so fast! Too bad I can't slow it down and enjoy every second!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449790453568420946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcw3N8yRnb1vHc_ySzxUbEV7y2lZgpnkaaf3cbZelqHl9XsYZLfNfgcXFGiqpUuG6HUlKZMTl_RxQMH0sHWx9rALURfVodBxtxNT9jlPI6AxH8wKQYKhuqaOV9Vnab1EKDSDZbWPPUc1Y/s400/March+17+025.jpg" border="0" />This pic is a shoutout to Aunt Holly... she snagged this cute bib for Cam on her trip to Ireland last summer. Thanks babe! Happy St. Patty's Day!</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449790461901002050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nzafQvhZKexqE67T0lrPBTYU401QK_dJPhT6IczAa48nMpzDYirHmoxYM0HEt4oD5bUupLl4R9ksqgWM7-n-cxA_lzb0u4FtHsR3CmaBKB_sZhZblMZIgrJC1BlTGzIFRrPy8WGPfhKP/s400/March+17+018.jpg" border="0" />I can tell this kid is going to be trouble ;)<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNsqw0ClN9ttqgSYeA5wHNL6t_V5hrz7SM99lBlrL39HvgsJiOT4qeh4aUpLnpAmwECD-uWOv28PMgbP73W83kpGP2i-eqdknPo_ojMeCTplRMPAp3q3MsipK0lt61fwHJzlGWeh6dOHk/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449790450510055778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNsqw0ClN9ttqgSYeA5wHNL6t_V5hrz7SM99lBlrL39HvgsJiOT4qeh4aUpLnpAmwECD-uWOv28PMgbP73W83kpGP2i-eqdknPo_ojMeCTplRMPAp3q3MsipK0lt61fwHJzlGWeh6dOHk/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">It is sad that my newborn makes me look so pale... I love his cute pink skin! It is starting to fade though.</p>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-85887548663088314982010-03-10T20:39:00.005-07:002010-03-10T20:51:11.136-07:00Camden's Newborn Photos<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217125595556754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs2WflOYHnftVFHmqxyuSGgpEodio2-rWVO6wHTiSSMRWpp1qMVaVtPYyL7dmSmhcNEed9Xu0e6vzuY5J7lQO2jd-4QVEvBzqJa_eqBSgx6cTvm-96uIXWIYCi1NB3I2j4QEJPp7t5OJk/s400/DSC_0979.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7mI4xSkncmaocyuni5fUT57mi59XCrZLoMJmjHZMqqbNFQqUkLz4UyHxbm4tHN2ne8vdxkRKdlyYAVXUp5AwwcGTKfoCH6grAuo1-6IH02aRyVT0tmO2sQaBb6URy1ai6fwMRBUypuRk/s1600-h/DSC_1040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217993844172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNx19vCnSbDwwpWtBsYGsznwrPrJSxmKHIiktK9bbfQ4_8PGaOqg65swYELugSUxbEKle-v7C_eZsy4syoMrlAz0wjremVjUPpHY-lsnE5cR_3V9M283piaR8QSmlBaxiTTJS6yaMVk-Cg/s400/camden14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9gOLR0Um1tenqnFMQu5uQXMKFWkwpy0qD_KhIg1vLtTcneziRRYuHcMNwXhv7vAL0HRlvvNZCnsK-ociqpNSeBb8Y3mEzxJF5KCix3UN2GZJYiaauUujABhWBjICrTZMcs5F5p948fa3z/s1600-h/camden12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216283034799410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9gOLR0Um1tenqnFMQu5uQXMKFWkwpy0qD_KhIg1vLtTcneziRRYuHcMNwXhv7vAL0HRlvvNZCnsK-ociqpNSeBb8Y3mEzxJF5KCix3UN2GZJYiaauUujABhWBjICrTZMcs5F5p948fa3z/s400/camden12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWH1zeXhZMP0KWaWDgrHXtU6T23UTBaCkdjS_Qk9TdXHQ_wM9fsATV3CsBZhMkM0hwWbahiN9Llz3Xtb4rS82hNWR0YC4PjBtZztkykFIfuFMvQsvX_gDR35-qp9DX63FTPObs9KQLyJ-9/s1600-h/camden10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447216272192501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWH1zeXhZMP0KWaWDgrHXtU6T23UTBaCkdjS_Qk9TdXHQ_wM9fsATV3CsBZhMkM0hwWbahiN9Llz3Xtb4rS82hNWR0YC4PjBtZztkykFIfuFMvQsvX_gDR35-qp9DX63FTPObs9KQLyJ-9/s400/camden10.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-41050077523221480852010-03-09T20:38:00.003-07:002010-03-09T20:40:37.357-07:00Little Stud<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdLV3Vzt45dufjeEUCR2g9v0IO-DDeB6LS4l6N76y_l5k2AJ2_r8yfl_4g6E7n1uG_NV1SD-_90n5KHxa1yZov0tS7e1HANpkvHGRTVpqHmVu_wE5SMaYkMTF51exXzUSW121B68YjvOF/s1600-h/stud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446844542271882786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdLV3Vzt45dufjeEUCR2g9v0IO-DDeB6LS4l6N76y_l5k2AJ2_r8yfl_4g6E7n1uG_NV1SD-_90n5KHxa1yZov0tS7e1HANpkvHGRTVpqHmVu_wE5SMaYkMTF51exXzUSW121B68YjvOF/s400/stud.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">He totally has stolen my heart!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Stats from 3 week appointment:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">8 pounds, 7 ounces</div><div align="center">20 and 3/4 inches long</div><div align="center">Cute as can be...</div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-47598557286194110932010-03-07T15:36:00.007-07:002010-03-07T17:02:32.523-07:00Camden Kyle Brown<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiAXFmXfTD1k07G9MVO16qdzG50wofhlpncF-80hURzH3jSw0OqLdSdbXXu_793k7xNIktj1OacePa5vy0RtiX7c-_jxR5tYZJviLVE6552TDJOAy6ifb0x8qy3MIX4MA6AqPqaOqi79k/s1600-h/CamCam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036642855351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiAXFmXfTD1k07G9MVO16qdzG50wofhlpncF-80hURzH3jSw0OqLdSdbXXu_793k7xNIktj1OacePa5vy0RtiX7c-_jxR5tYZJviLVE6552TDJOAy6ifb0x8qy3MIX4MA6AqPqaOqi79k/s400/CamCam.jpg" border="0" /></a> Camden Kyle Brown</div><div align="center">Fenruary 16, 2010</div><div align="center">12:43 P.M.</div><div align="center">7.1 pounds</div><div align="center">19.5 inches<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TZdXSSLKV5PF258b5x0uqEacV5_K3TZkBXHz8VOCiz52xYzREsUX818-8EzlwGwdxzci_8eml7U1wOT-4Cj9dNGWXPaJzj26htR0cOA75GXVrEyOVH8f1diJ640ShbVOPSJK3aYjSV3q/s1600-h/Camster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446035259027607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TZdXSSLKV5PF258b5x0uqEacV5_K3TZkBXHz8VOCiz52xYzREsUX818-8EzlwGwdxzci_8eml7U1wOT-4Cj9dNGWXPaJzj26htR0cOA75GXVrEyOVH8f1diJ640ShbVOPSJK3aYjSV3q/s400/Camster.jpg" border="0" /></a> Snug as a bug!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qthW3ZBOMfjs-VJvXhyphenhyphen6oYcQ_DOVktkkEarC_x3T5jkOFakPvyeB1r9vSwAaoCCjAaP8upkgpfYogr3IrD9ZK0ZDoAHZvWMdRXDti5Kfc88s_yRdYXQ0slxgWr1MNuar_p44FWmpzJwi/s1600-h/Cam+and+daddy3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446034504077669970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qthW3ZBOMfjs-VJvXhyphenhyphen6oYcQ_DOVktkkEarC_x3T5jkOFakPvyeB1r9vSwAaoCCjAaP8upkgpfYogr3IrD9ZK0ZDoAHZvWMdRXDti5Kfc88s_yRdYXQ0slxgWr1MNuar_p44FWmpzJwi/s400/Cam+and+daddy3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Daddy and Camden<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv92NSDsTlvMWml9DDM3Kv0owgbnCxGwOv3Ex4E8P8o-9MHf2KlfsSUbcTXymv7CQ39sfmuACbE4AzAN60_tCDlO68XMTRIdEO4o9x_8VMYJmpYUWkWdJgYV4U90tpcpLspiWRxOn81tsl/s1600-h/Cam+and+lamb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446034499888213154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv92NSDsTlvMWml9DDM3Kv0owgbnCxGwOv3Ex4E8P8o-9MHf2KlfsSUbcTXymv7CQ39sfmuACbE4AzAN60_tCDlO68XMTRIdEO4o9x_8VMYJmpYUWkWdJgYV4U90tpcpLspiWRxOn81tsl/s400/Cam+and+lamb.jpg" border="0" /></a> Under the dreaded bili blanket!<br /><div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGTuDn3QDgX5EcuDGtI_8SGaqMDWgJKY4Py-44rJGT9PkXxcg-d_BOwAkiV9c34RdePN-v3Pni-lWFUG_X3tyeFrmaQ-SooKed9sg4bSxO6-BzQhUawkvD_1w6EBDE-BM9ovB1g42TN1d/s1600-h/Fam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446025743858954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGTuDn3QDgX5EcuDGtI_8SGaqMDWgJKY4Py-44rJGT9PkXxcg-d_BOwAkiV9c34RdePN-v3Pni-lWFUG_X3tyeFrmaQ-SooKed9sg4bSxO6-BzQhUawkvD_1w6EBDE-BM9ovB1g42TN1d/s400/Fam.jpg" border="0" /></a>Our new little family!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036634289099650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjet819BiwUBsHU-YkSe7bRARtgDYH5hfn7hso1Ij1zCxeyjnS9oK66rc8GFHqcm7O1f8h12V0zn-ZPrn0zrguLAqdRynVtif08-9ziC-D4hWkttzbDFxS6P3Q_mkVMqLHyuB63WcOuSue7/s400/cam+and+grayson.jpg" border="0" /> Camden and cousin Grayson<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036626236091026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1zwX2s2gjXttSyNYJeO_8JghCc4tvUPFywdYnrVd10_N1xVdAkL-xBuonah3nIKZRGeo1oh8IP6CAfd312ej-l_CtxVgxyItQFsZaDHokA75-SHjMQi1bwkApce0nu52tYm6rMXO-zyo/s400/Camboobs.jpg" border="0" />Kyle wants a shirt to match!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><div>On the 15th of Fenruary, Kyle and I were walking around the Fashion Place mall. It had been a long day, I was very pregnant, and we were trying to get me to go into labor.</div><br /><div>My phone rang, and on the other end, the midwife up at the University hospital asked, "Are you sitting down?" I said, "No... I am walking around the mall." She responded "Well, how about you come up here and we have a little birthday party?"</div><br /><div>As it turns out, I was developing preeclampsia and needed to be induced.</div><br /><div>We got to the hospital around 9:00 (after I took a shower, shaved my legs, etc.) and they started by giving me a dose of cytotec to see if I would progress at all with it. By 6 am, nothing much had happened, so they started me on pitocin. I got the epidural and took a nap.<br /></div><div>I stayed at a 2 for a while, and then my water broke. I could feel a lot of pain in my back, so they kept turning up the dose of my epidural, figuring it wasn't working. After the third time of me complaining about the pain in my pelvis, the resident decided to check me... and to their surprise, I was ta a 10 and ready to push! I went from a 2 to a 10 in about an hour!</div><br /><div>I started to panic at this point because I was thinking that I had a while to mentally prepare for the labor, and now here I was, with an oxygen mask on, lying on my side and trying to delay the baby until the doctor got there. Kyle was running around the room, getting the video camera, brushing his teeth, finding me my iPod...</div><br /><div>The doctor arrived, and withtin 20 minutes and about 6 times of pushing, baby Camden made his entrance! It was so surreal to hold him in my arms finally. I held him on my chest while Kyle and I cried. I can't describe that feeling- it truly was a miracle and I will never forget that moment of our lives. Everything we have been through seemed to finally make sense. And did I mention how dang cute he is?!</div><br /><div>It has been almost three weeks since our little dude arrived, I can't believe how fast the time has gone by! I have been pretty busy learning how to become a mommy... luckily I have had help from the best new dad in the world. Seriously, Kyle is a pro! Aside from the jaundice and being under the biliblanket, and a trip in an ambulance up to Primary Children's hospital (which turned out to be nothing), Cam is a healthy, adorable little dude. I just can't wait until RSV season is over so I can come out of hibernation!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036646297504514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTobuZJgq6HMKEhZEe3OQSv-vstDsuKSigLDtIZrBL6ZankgXsaKQLLPFpbDRlAzbAbIUG6aQMbCsHViJwnhxV1g1EzNMrJYqziwyFSy3NDrIKC30FEkerxcTWss6pBC-3AqCtoCXMEds/s400/Camdenbum.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-54231949239293802022009-12-29T23:28:00.005-07:002009-12-29T23:53:48.129-07:00I am still pregnant...<div><div align="center">...but you wouldn't think I was even excited about it if you looked at my blog! I admit, I have become a lazy blogger. Facebook is just so much easier! Here are a few belly pics (or as Kyle lovingly calls them, "fat Kelli" pics):</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">5 months</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420916228554711282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor_M0jehjpBVc1Ix9G6vhr2QLnwQCJPhm7jg1FWrBSPxMNsTPZYmFj4IDIAVF7AIvzKbk_ZT9SDeqxOQLQx149kuTgq2DjLwuJDafRTGsxrn6llPYpXsFYjuNitl1_3e8xc8L18_NvE_w/s400/5+months.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">7 months</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420917405086948434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NSBSlL2mp5Nm1yH98A0Qm-aszVc32RKIb7SSjqNgfXDoU_1OOjsOu2e9_a7bL8Ke7orXMOrm6lK_cK77UgIG5UmyoJ1nf-2WUpe7U2YRUKlDoHIGq6ZPKLNBHRcmz9S8kfmsTvKpovjw/s400/Belly+Pics+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">8 months</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420913830293739906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI9_vYJ59XtS_xZ9Y9S49Q8U9fqM_i3hTfdKLMfMgfEDmEW2MKO8zS3aVH3SA6e1ZVLw2ApsaJ_InRg1zyJzFg1Wcw4smgX7V9vv9P7sDeugXUKIWBs9vzqumvE79CiN5Gb1A1DK7Xkse/s400/8+months+belly.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p align="center">We can't wait for baby Camden to come. He is a little wiggle worm, which is so much fun... luckily he still has plenty of room in there so I am not uncomfortable yet, and his kicks don't really hurt me. Kyle is so cute and tells Camden every day to "just come out already!" I try to explain that if this were to happen, he would probably be the size of a small guinea pig.</p>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-89139093041024486462009-10-12T20:57:00.002-06:002009-10-12T21:09:51.288-06:00Wiggles...I had been getting really antsy to feel Camden moving around in there. My pregnancy book said it happens between weeks 16-20 for most people, so for the last month I have been anticipating his movement at all times of the day, but not kowing what I was feeling for. <br /><br />Finally on October 7th, the day I hit 20 weeks, I feel a weird little fluttering/twitching that was unquestionably him moving around! Of course, he waits for the last minute... just like his Daddy :). It is so much fun to feel him flipping around, and I can't wait to kiss his chubby little cheeks. But for now, I don't mind keeping him all to myself :)<br /><br />Our 20 week ultrasound on Friday the 9th went really well. My favorite part was when they measured his little belly- like measuring out a little belt for him. The rest was kind of boring compared to the Fetal Foto ultrasound at 16 weeks, probably because it was more medical rather than for entertainment. But hey, I could stare at this little guy all day.Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-68468473100282264962009-09-20T21:29:00.006-06:002009-09-21T14:03:41.680-06:00It's a BOY!<div align="center"><div align="center">I have been MIA from blogging... I guess I have a reason!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384012274996896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgo5Y3MEoKMTqBun7GfmCGSen9T11zTOHajKUsflxV9016g9oQFavI5jpmKyXibptrc7yaZjpJhkYaPtjkFoF9brmpuRPbBxj-FtxWpHKkcasbuNZZpWDo3Yc7ch_1REJdJYdwWj6LYeA/s400/Phebes+ITS+A+BOY.bmp" border="0" /><br /></div>For those of you who have not heard, we will be welcoming Baby Camden in February of 2010, and we couldn't be more ecstatic about it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383761643269949010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUsKpfOetnXHIMdr-FUxSgvNjyADrjRxxQSea0d09HdGqowXp6dYgbCzgCga4-hkI3jwDUDmhDvDwNSTNvJoMuUEtsHJzyHn2kWHRIOdABTjwhy3z3JcEWHvWkxFOHstaINPe68C2P9C84/s400/Camden+Profile.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We waited quite a while to break the news. I think this is because it was so hard with the first miscarriage, so we wanted to wait and make sure that this little guy was a fighter (which he definitely is).</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383762839208815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWRv22yDvhFqTKWuFbAliCaec4AAniafTniF8G6KAmNJtPJLum5lD1D1U3lIB2Ua86E3OaoU0avuH8WI5fj0glUOyAW7uq7uEfWqYq5WtHkJeaJ0r5LvzXBEED6PTdJdJWnNorZ4fZUYW/s400/Foot.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br />I feel so grateful for the long road that we had to take to get to this point in our lives. It sounds so crazy to say it, but I don't think I would have the same feelings for this baby that I do now, had I not been through so much to get him here. I remember wondering why Heavenly Father would take away a baby from me so soon with the first pregnancy we had. That was definitely a trial of my faith, trying to comprehend God's reasons for the trials I was going through. Now I feel like I see his hand even more so in my life, and the life of little Camden. I know that without a Heavenly Father watching over this little guy, he probably wouldn't be able to grow from a tiny little bean to a living, breathing baby.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384012967495789442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPID0Ypwrt4SyH6KUbFHmhF4zwRhdBSBkQNdNrcfQUIwWnPiDig44mlzXUpeEsAAatqjAMrPkqb1Hi-7EqNCDa8xosecQNjKNPFWktOTJbtBsUpJ_HshMjHG6dxDiBu8kUu943TzD5PxRY/s400/BROWN_12.JPG" border="0" /><br />Although the first 16 weeks of this pregnancy were difficult (throwing up every day all summer), I tried reminding myself that the sickness means that the hormones are working... the last couple of weeks have been really great. One of my students asked if I was pregnant... so I guess I am starting to show a little bit :)<br /></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-45108387801880740342009-07-05T22:38:00.009-06:002009-07-05T23:50:32.054-06:00Cayman, we miss you!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213803305630018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzLpjL11dH5AovGCQX90c6p6sjXrnipyXPBdA-lAQFWCWdw3eofSnUkYMfqMjhJqUIsfoKj8I9YEGeeAXH-pGr_zMWwPbAqLadtc1VcJ1akzNR8p4iL1z8IEmjI1mKjzrclUnGgr3o5DG/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Seven Mile Beach<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212395113368402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwpTOkNhC9-eYH6KYNXrd1Ef3o9u6f86r43YRVmSxhsZ3Ymrpn3WlbCJhr-bfI38tzUrU9UhwdMaNPgrbwrMNTGhaG2xY4sGkuSTFTux2FFyQJiFfJvfBTHbmbuzg_EXnF-sR1ebOcwHQ/s400/DSCN2617.JPG" border="0" />Hell, Grand Cayman<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iCC5GdtHUPJb9bFRVeYCbCJbWvqlRpuFT0i0A4zoav_thB8GXppnzQiIsPPh85f7cGavR9H-J0c_saFosUVGndVd8UyIpSUEt7OHu5fGVj7WQzdfJLs_VPveleYb5xmcXD72KuIko9EP/s1600-h/DSCN2620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213785789867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iCC5GdtHUPJb9bFRVeYCbCJbWvqlRpuFT0i0A4zoav_thB8GXppnzQiIsPPh85f7cGavR9H-J0c_saFosUVGndVd8UyIpSUEt7OHu5fGVj7WQzdfJLs_VPveleYb5xmcXD72KuIko9EP/s400/DSCN2620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />On the way to Hell, Summer was a little grumpy... So I told her to "Oh, Go to hell!" That made her laugh...<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sp67sld25-mexr17ghK9QDldH1zKCrSkTGOSYP4eN29cRU7Z7RO-MXVSWlrCArEFsp2DAd9OmdNPmWNJLLyc1YpXGMeUIAIjjVI81UigRHFufF1BgpZV16NiOocXXsFRVv_gu2gStwim/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212389014174098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sp67sld25-mexr17ghK9QDldH1zKCrSkTGOSYP4eN29cRU7Z7RO-MXVSWlrCArEFsp2DAd9OmdNPmWNJLLyc1YpXGMeUIAIjjVI81UigRHFufF1BgpZV16NiOocXXsFRVv_gu2gStwim/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /></a> On our way to Stingray City, we stopped to snorkel. Yes, I can swim, but the life vest makes it easier!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HxAvPou9SbVMgARqrhyphenhyphen4Ic_EyBYMuYTwp5ZgqkIY4D7krdLcgomI1PHSC85fsUCjQRDnr9QWa9GaKwZBCwjfit05Zk4K5RsotNsTsTvSthAoNiKnI_KeVNm0j5W-0idOV5mlqKOssdDO/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212383071917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HxAvPou9SbVMgARqrhyphenhyphen4Ic_EyBYMuYTwp5ZgqkIY4D7krdLcgomI1PHSC85fsUCjQRDnr9QWa9GaKwZBCwjfit05Zk4K5RsotNsTsTvSthAoNiKnI_KeVNm0j5W-0idOV5mlqKOssdDO/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of the tour guides suddenly dove off the boat and came up with several huge starfish.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NIBvQo-MYM_wKhWhx5zILjdPuN8lP59RUhPIH0eZBuJEaGDgvfjw2XPphRKa5x06cjTcMoZdF5hays3jBCIYCAH0nNG6nxiGJqCqVc10kqO-rhI7QOj5KJllv8OtlUfiVFGy577cRT87/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212376222119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NIBvQo-MYM_wKhWhx5zILjdPuN8lP59RUhPIH0eZBuJEaGDgvfjw2XPphRKa5x06cjTcMoZdF5hays3jBCIYCAH0nNG6nxiGJqCqVc10kqO-rhI7QOj5KJllv8OtlUfiVFGy577cRT87/s400/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Mommy Dearest at Calypso. I love her SOOO much :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_9_46vW466Lb5Liqker4-CnATsC5SHHrp0QAIMzUSCBh91KAu8C6dyjf_VDCQmRTPHi_mWtZ5CUWMWsjsmfwDrw6wnBc4xPaicVPySVvzn8pGv4eSOr6hyphenhyphen61r2uSGe47v8CF8045wfqU/s1600-h/IMG_2436.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212368804046130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_9_46vW466Lb5Liqker4-CnATsC5SHHrp0QAIMzUSCBh91KAu8C6dyjf_VDCQmRTPHi_mWtZ5CUWMWsjsmfwDrw6wnBc4xPaicVPySVvzn8pGv4eSOr6hyphenhyphen61r2uSGe47v8CF8045wfqU/s400/IMG_2436.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Don't really know what is up with my hair... But we sat here until I felt cold, so we moved inside :) Am I high maintenance?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NaTIMGo6MFFB0-Ezh9SAM38A-HubveJ4fKa3v86Zj2WhNRBfBbX3dFE7g39G9WSvBUegpBaaqqBeJGzAsV12Fg1SkzQIFVhmmoxqYFsAgWoJI1wf8I66WjqF_yT_Sqj5cRKIfiBrnS4h/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210717303681826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NaTIMGo6MFFB0-Ezh9SAM38A-HubveJ4fKa3v86Zj2WhNRBfBbX3dFE7g39G9WSvBUegpBaaqqBeJGzAsV12Fg1SkzQIFVhmmoxqYFsAgWoJI1wf8I66WjqF_yT_Sqj5cRKIfiBrnS4h/s400/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Kyle gettin some love from the Stingrays in Stingray city. One totally sucked in his hand, it was the loudest noise! It could smell the squid he had just fed to another one.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxYOxurFMRgO8ffk2GnjuMjIjIqGcC73oGGd9fUDgdZ9Cn4W5eevRx4f2MNlGYcbgaxo_CUEUYbcpX3sg8XTcRYM94I2Y_Iay5uFqU2FV-kgGv8JvS-rxFWzHziCWwWZ2KafsUFYPLH7A/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210713367569218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxYOxurFMRgO8ffk2GnjuMjIjIqGcC73oGGd9fUDgdZ9Cn4W5eevRx4f2MNlGYcbgaxo_CUEUYbcpX3sg8XTcRYM94I2Y_Iay5uFqU2FV-kgGv8JvS-rxFWzHziCWwWZ2KafsUFYPLH7A/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" /></a> All of the Stingrays stay here because they are fed. It is not a beach, but a sandbar way out in the middle of the ocean. They feel really slippery and come and glide up against you.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpPNEATL6DXvcukSgUvEh28iyUTeOivrVlWMkak5w7nVbAjuCyUIbr-W8a88f2ikN-T5_BD7yz0oKYhoFF7rHaCDRMLaLmjcQ4CH6ddqYQZez2ZJ_s3q_hlw5Bu_k8ECZrYDyOBhvNla5/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210709216248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpPNEATL6DXvcukSgUvEh28iyUTeOivrVlWMkak5w7nVbAjuCyUIbr-W8a88f2ikN-T5_BD7yz0oKYhoFF7rHaCDRMLaLmjcQ4CH6ddqYQZez2ZJ_s3q_hlw5Bu_k8ECZrYDyOBhvNla5/s400/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" /></a> Giving the Stingray a smooch.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwfaPmZixJRirGYVoyvWNRyplpPsCIdGrP2TLbZ2dSrnf-pEs486kQU1KcbHS6Hf4366Ye6OL5L1e3S0MylORxRDo2gc5guZ-AjzkEEGFq9tnXXVlgh0doymZdOvcyquVU2e7Cd6MNRrv/s1600-h/IMG_2495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210702453197938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwfaPmZixJRirGYVoyvWNRyplpPsCIdGrP2TLbZ2dSrnf-pEs486kQU1KcbHS6Hf4366Ye6OL5L1e3S0MylORxRDo2gc5guZ-AjzkEEGFq9tnXXVlgh0doymZdOvcyquVU2e7Cd6MNRrv/s400/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kyle was loving it! I got out after they tipped over the bucket of squid and were going crazy. I don't want a hickey-leg like Car Car!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeu_QeLN-_dgXSoncpL2tMM6uBlp-6m_WG1_L4jqM7LKV87my5pv6ohCWXKdU_7KgtD4Wju34erG8Lyg7OLnoazaN-vyTJjuceb4A2RTmf_fanKaqywH1AR7Tv9oB_AHXGSCHNT-TMMZA/s1600-h/IMG_2498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210697990581266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeu_QeLN-_dgXSoncpL2tMM6uBlp-6m_WG1_L4jqM7LKV87my5pv6ohCWXKdU_7KgtD4Wju34erG8Lyg7OLnoazaN-vyTJjuceb4A2RTmf_fanKaqywH1AR7Tv9oB_AHXGSCHNT-TMMZA/s400/IMG_2498.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Friendly rays...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCE404yYpmnpCzGYkfMI6j4t0Bf8JJ9B4-Jnaq3ZmtcremZDYmEaSR8z6_eWNVys6CKvOpyxGe0MqrH3rM1XLYi_H4DwzjTvlwnBYAk6zpd-STk3nGNh6kNFRQjevmEKxRUDL2omeguQqK/s1600-h/IMG_2528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355205857605585810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCE404yYpmnpCzGYkfMI6j4t0Bf8JJ9B4-Jnaq3ZmtcremZDYmEaSR8z6_eWNVys6CKvOpyxGe0MqrH3rM1XLYi_H4DwzjTvlwnBYAk6zpd-STk3nGNh6kNFRQjevmEKxRUDL2omeguQqK/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" border="0" /></a> The balcony of the Sovereign... i'm sad that my parents are moving into their condo tomorrow. This place was so sweet!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIpPkLgMHlMyIxQ1YaSuxua7XWfvmORQ9Uts83D9Zjxmgjbdiw1HSEemixtHrGGjrCKVUz7e9ELZakA_nMx6-UW89H4M8gvHfDz7Ae1bK1gLZ6V4UpklvQrFJOeXSq6uRapfGRdoh-Uxl/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355205848312062962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIpPkLgMHlMyIxQ1YaSuxua7XWfvmORQ9Uts83D9Zjxmgjbdiw1HSEemixtHrGGjrCKVUz7e9ELZakA_nMx6-UW89H4M8gvHfDz7Ae1bK1gLZ6V4UpklvQrFJOeXSq6uRapfGRdoh-Uxl/s400/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /></a> Their condo is to the right, and the beach is the backyard! What a life, mom :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VGX4y0lzQpGxnwBW8CyPTQG1wwaUqbPBkaYVdGtkO4wXYiOM4fMCMgV0f9CqoX4rnqO9tdeJWmTVny-ocJ5N5vT-oiVercSxbNE4hoJxNZQTkGzy_orKylTdpkzt-kPUt_W2Zq0-Znue/s1600-h/IMG_2546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355205845384941538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VGX4y0lzQpGxnwBW8CyPTQG1wwaUqbPBkaYVdGtkO4wXYiOM4fMCMgV0f9CqoX4rnqO9tdeJWmTVny-ocJ5N5vT-oiVercSxbNE4hoJxNZQTkGzy_orKylTdpkzt-kPUt_W2Zq0-Znue/s400/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cruise ships port here almost every day. The beaches get really crowded.<br /><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355203371651127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIi_GMLrxbhcMQnMPU_YlYL-fOGF2YJU1AWqoNlc66Fnesv8MRmw95zFu7fddj9iAMOfoX3yKROHEE71Wh-O5RWOC8E4CQSqjmB6HV7Rvx87Mg4LSlop4W4WLXDNvAwXkPG-g9os-kCz-f/s400/IMG_2565.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>The blowholes... I was trying to stay dry, while getting as close as possible for a pic... don't worry, of course as I get close enough for the pic, a huge wave totally claps me on the back.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355205831587698210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZI8h8pnQpMi-jjSKXilxJidh8zHxfRql6lCGYi1TwrZsgTuwDrtHZLDLKAVhclC0jc3q02miYlObGAZnkOFeEcAilgliDZ-8gi_QrPeBUHcysINPnS41OZmzc2LHX0ld3BFoogSXR7yV-/s400/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" /><br />Love Kyle and Holly's faces, and don't I look content?<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355205833942483362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmooOmoGdxVwG7nKm3sgTc3DaUIm0AshNMSwM_wvhd-pD2YnyGACAT09WwpsdDUTgkOqyCgV1ZpPy4nCTUYt-sOU6euWLqqj0M7NL2y-7LsPNZdW8dL_IaYsfILsFpwupbwgGFW1NDW_X/s400/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" /><br />That didn't last long.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FXqBEBVqgPB6BE7Lq9FNmQwn9UaSxHrLaA60BqPqirBYaYVnpg6BphMSH_XBWg6Rr4qyO6BQdfJrRueT1I1dWl0xEmLxsc1a1rqttsIF8fj9RpAaAy7H-a8QFXtvaz8yaONyckqHtTbX/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355203362866699810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FXqBEBVqgPB6BE7Lq9FNmQwn9UaSxHrLaA60BqPqirBYaYVnpg6BphMSH_XBWg6Rr4qyO6BQdfJrRueT1I1dWl0xEmLxsc1a1rqttsIF8fj9RpAaAy7H-a8QFXtvaz8yaONyckqHtTbX/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chillin at the Sunshine Grill!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aVlPF-ll6Z-fFPOrhR77Sar2DsTmF2QDBKfyyTr96oGT4nJkTYkH8_Od2W6JIEKwyfs8zPb1-ySLSS0q0O_mSWPbdBEM8j1L5BkDF0FUVU9ENCN_pvPmD8DcCGPGa8iq8Np7Pe_q6j2O/s1600-h/IMG_2577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355203357477329426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aVlPF-ll6Z-fFPOrhR77Sar2DsTmF2QDBKfyyTr96oGT4nJkTYkH8_Od2W6JIEKwyfs8zPb1-ySLSS0q0O_mSWPbdBEM8j1L5BkDF0FUVU9ENCN_pvPmD8DcCGPGa8iq8Np7Pe_q6j2O/s400/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" /></a> I think this was one of two nights where I actually did my hair and wore something other than a swimsuit.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZliCQIGXd-wLHjC7LBvQIc60GSVZIrhNdbwKYndn6a858mSEtkQUg2ikT2NZsfh0fmi3F5-ik0FxuaSKHtF9Ec4lLOuxueB8xgzbwCJlc7tbUBrMOeXThuZ09Vu_5_HkMpiZ_3ul74Gu/s1600-h/IMG_2587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355203353458394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZliCQIGXd-wLHjC7LBvQIc60GSVZIrhNdbwKYndn6a858mSEtkQUg2ikT2NZsfh0fmi3F5-ik0FxuaSKHtF9Ec4lLOuxueB8xgzbwCJlc7tbUBrMOeXThuZ09Vu_5_HkMpiZ_3ul74Gu/s400/IMG_2587.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kyle looks like a kid on Christmas morning. This is Singh's Roti shop. They make authentic Trinidadian food, where Kyle served his mission. It was really good!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi90YUUK77cwqHyCX0NLaJF2Ht-JS8Swb7oVhpGobSESVUtiy2yq5eDM3ljTxkPqeT1aA81ZkEV6_H4ipaWDCktxknXLL8ytaFkW9d7YMkV_7eeYlRi-h5NCpHKfhRc-xrkDaDahMAnGv2/s1600-h/IMG_2588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355203344415328722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi90YUUK77cwqHyCX0NLaJF2Ht-JS8Swb7oVhpGobSESVUtiy2yq5eDM3ljTxkPqeT1aA81ZkEV6_H4ipaWDCktxknXLL8ytaFkW9d7YMkV_7eeYlRi-h5NCpHKfhRc-xrkDaDahMAnGv2/s400/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" /></a> Paratha and PearDrax, a good combo!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213791997920210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYm2P2URzNKLmsuw74_Yggz6XOCixZQlTN5FekSh6uYl72nNoI0-lkEJmT0re1AA3rMrW2hehDI_wTMns85AXQyia-VE0tVJMKmyv8PkqfytvS7Rja-mgbcnsFY0eZzHCWHZg6hRwLzKd/s400/DSCN2600+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />At the Turtle Farm... want to know why they have an actual farm? While they claim to introduce some to the wild, their main purpose is for Turtle Soup.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213796155607698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbGxvwkLs5yvOhOP_83oI35bUwzXL2jI-rRWxkghrAnClyz9kEtltI9iXcxj5_SXIGwaSnZLnThU2eNFQC_RtGsJVAXLSD-xg6B8ucNBCev2Qql-BPeAVI_eGkyqqDueUbjwAq3t2n1Li/s400/DSCN2579+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />No, I am not freakin kidding! How disgusting is that? It is Cayman's famous dish. Yuck.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-78949045047728771032009-06-02T10:43:00.004-06:002009-06-02T10:50:28.997-06:00Heart WormingA literal quote from a student's paper, about Marley and Me:<br /><br />"This book is a very entertaing heart worming book that shows the love for an animal is a great thing in someones life."<br /><br />Last time I checked, heart worm was not entertaining :)Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-32694836358286200702009-05-28T11:14:00.004-06:002009-05-28T11:31:41.761-06:00Excuses...My students kill me. I tell them for one month when an assignment is due, we work on it in class, but for some strange reason, they had a "catastophic" event that prevented them from getting it handed in on time. Oh well, at least it is entertaining. Here are some funny (and some not so funny) excuses I have heard today for late term papers:<br /><br />"I had to go to the emergency room for stomach problems"<br />"I forgot"<br />"My mom had to use the computer last night"<br />"My printer ran out of ink"<br />"My computer crashed"<br />"I thought today was the 27th, not the 28th"<br />"If I buy you a coke, can I turn it in late?"<br />"I though that was for extra credit"<br />"Can I go to the computer lab to type it?"<br />"I didn't get it"<br />"I was too confused"<br />"I had to work"<br />"I have mono"<br />"I had girl problems"<br /><br />and the day is only half over...Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-45013473995547764092009-05-25T19:05:00.002-06:002009-05-25T19:20:53.132-06:00Life is Good...even when you don't get what you want. If I spent more time saying that, and less time complaining about every little thing that goes wrong, I would be a much better person!<br /><br />One thing I have realized, you will NEVER have everything that you want in life. Once you get it, there will always be something else that you "need" to make yourself happy.<br /><br />The little things in life truly make me feel good.<br /><br />Like today, Kyle and I took a run, and I love how hard it is to push yourself to keep running, but how good it feels once you are done. I came in and collapsed on the couch until my heart slowed down, I swear I could feel the stress leave my body.<br /><br />Then, Kyle went to work, and I turned on Taylor Swift's "Fearless" and belted my little heart out in the shower (I am sure the neighbors could hear me, but since we don't really know them, I didn't hold back!). I seriously felt like I was in high school again, in my parent's basement. Allison always used to play her music so loud when she was getting ready with me. I don't think I have listened to music like that since we lived together. Good times!<br /><br />Yes, I have been rambling, but this is really like my online journal. And I want to remember how I feel today; a simple, relaxed, happy feeling!Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-27094695666268810632009-05-23T13:50:00.003-06:002009-05-23T14:20:42.850-06:00Just for me...I knew that this past Mothers Day would be really difficult for me, but I felt I had prepared myself for it. Kyle had to work, and so I was at church alone, which is hard enough on a regular Sunday. The topic was a pretty sensitive one for me that day, but over this last year I have learned how to put on a smile and get through it.<br /><br />Sacrament came, and went, and I held it together.<br /><br />After everything was over, I felt pretty relieved, but as I was pulling out my hymnbook, my Bishop stood up to the pulpit. He said that although this day was meant for the praise of Mothers, he felt like he should acknowledge those women in our church who had not been able to bear children yet. I could feel the tears coming, and I tried blinking them back, but all of the emotions I had been holding back came spilling out. He read the following quote from a talk by Sheri Dew:<br /><br />"Nevertheless, the subject of motherhood is a very tender one, for it evokes some of our greatest joys and heartaches. This has been so from the beginning.... Some mothers experience pain because of the children they have borne; others feel pain because they do not bear children here. About this Elder John A. Widtsoe was explicit: 'Women who through no fault of their own cannot exercise the gift of motherhood directly, may do so vicariously.'<br /><br />For reasons known to the Lord, some women are required to wait to have children. This delay is not easy for any righteous woman. But the Lord’s timetable for each of us does not negate our nature. Some of us, then, must simply find other ways to mother. And all around us are those who need to be loved and led."<br /><br />I know that God is aware of the pain Kyle and I have been through this last year. I am so grateful for what was said that day. I often have felt like there isn't anybody who understands what we are going through, which is probably very true if I only consider the people around me, but untrue if I consider my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I need to be patient, and I know that somewhere on God's timetable, there is a place for Kyle and I to become parents. That day made me feel like there was something that needed to be said, just for me.Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-38863495683320714512009-04-12T21:42:00.002-06:002009-04-12T21:46:20.642-06:00H-E-L-P!We got a new calling as Youth Conference Coordinators, and we have not had any luck in booking somewhere to stay. We don't really have any ideas of where we want to go. They want to go in August, and there are only 5-10 youth total that would be going, plus a few leaders.<br /><br />If you have any good ideas, or know of somewhere we could go, let us know! We don't have any connections, so if you do, we would appreciate any help!Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-17539652749082819302009-04-06T18:33:00.004-06:002009-04-06T18:44:01.401-06:00Good things come to those who wait!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GJFi7jUscSW-1Zne2l6eR3j_2lLa89Bdzi6STbC6HB1pksCKySsRIyPymAP3jfAi3b88G-lE4U14NfPlnWXHRVTT__-pVCTEdXqPxcAb_zGl__al72iJcu05rhvDT5H3xczLF59HTODz/s1600-h/Cayman"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742454547160546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GJFi7jUscSW-1Zne2l6eR3j_2lLa89Bdzi6STbC6HB1pksCKySsRIyPymAP3jfAi3b88G-lE4U14NfPlnWXHRVTT__-pVCTEdXqPxcAb_zGl__al72iJcu05rhvDT5H3xczLF59HTODz/s400/Cayman" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I have been checking fares for the last 5 months to go and visit my parents in Grand Cayman in June. They are usually around $580 per person, not including taxes!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I had been kicking myself becase back in November they were at $318, but we were closing on our house and didn't have any extra money, so I let them slide by.</div><br /><br /><br />Last night when I checked, they were only $307 per person! I ran in to our bedroom where Kyle was sleeping (he had to be up at 4:45 this morning for work) and in a frenzy screamed "Kyle-- 307-- i'm booking!" and grabbed his debit card out of his wallet.<br /><br /><br /><br />I guess patience can pay off, but gosh it sucks to wait! Can't wait to see you mom and dad.<br /></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-19623219339812939712009-03-29T10:55:00.003-06:002009-03-29T11:10:58.244-06:00Are you kidding me?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI_lnpeqyDK8j0QKikwem2RCbbRI7_h7_hVYUpqBBHHZTs29lucD7JSqRNozbsRPGIaPuZPLdScMV0qvh6XU3GhvpAMymR2oipe_oab7z8Poy8m7oQPphWYeeJPR9rHsxMXiq1WjiagtE/s1600-h/March+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318656475215756354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI_lnpeqyDK8j0QKikwem2RCbbRI7_h7_hVYUpqBBHHZTs29lucD7JSqRNozbsRPGIaPuZPLdScMV0qvh6XU3GhvpAMymR2oipe_oab7z8Poy8m7oQPphWYeeJPR9rHsxMXiq1WjiagtE/s320/March+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just got done reading my family's blog... in Cayman... and I just had to laugh. While they are enjoying the sunny weather, we are experiencing "spring" in Utah.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiel-64JDaO7l1vcZynZOtqpQyhf3TP2fSH3gqWpcDq61rBUnDpLJAjRBPnIm4oIqDeP8YJebAQI0s0jkxBvPvGnwaYxYKDxzzKjSL1PkCMF4nfjoPQ84ZVsoyIVMlDTS-GQYBOorxQVlRO/s1600-h/March+2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318656476365329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiel-64JDaO7l1vcZynZOtqpQyhf3TP2fSH3gqWpcDq61rBUnDpLJAjRBPnIm4oIqDeP8YJebAQI0s0jkxBvPvGnwaYxYKDxzzKjSL1PkCMF4nfjoPQ84ZVsoyIVMlDTS-GQYBOorxQVlRO/s320/March+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Phebes is a little dumbstruck, too. She doesn't know what to make of this sudden snowfall.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEW-aysr5UbQ6lBb8bGQvHJUQLK7E5xGYR5-uuAVxH4znBZUYJiK559atE8Knby48H8UDO-QDXFZUxZ1G-mvBl-9V8wfo43u87fI9aX99rU2PsuB-WfL_E7TajQFSTxby14t2BN-mSkn5v/s1600-h/March+2009+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318656465678842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEW-aysr5UbQ6lBb8bGQvHJUQLK7E5xGYR5-uuAVxH4znBZUYJiK559atE8Knby48H8UDO-QDXFZUxZ1G-mvBl-9V8wfo43u87fI9aX99rU2PsuB-WfL_E7TajQFSTxby14t2BN-mSkn5v/s320/March+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And I am stuck at home, all by myself while Kyle is working. With a nasty cold and no one to take care of me :( Is there no justice? Can we please get some spring weather again?<br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-23010523039614301142009-03-15T20:52:00.003-06:002009-03-15T21:01:23.907-06:00We Thank Thee for... Elder OaksI show up for our bright-and-early 8:30am church, and the parking lot is empty! So, I decide to head down the street to our Stake Center. An unfamilliar man with earmuffs and a long trenchcoat is motioning me forward to one of the closest parking spots.<br /><br />I roll down the window and ask "Is this where Hunter's Creek ward is meeting?" He laughs and tells me that yes, Elder Oaks is speaking to us in a special conference at 10am. "You can go in and get a good seat if you want." <br /><br />Since Kyle is fast asleep at home after his graveyard shift, I decide that there isn't anything better I could be doing at 9am on a Sunday morning, so I decide to go and get a seat. It must have been my lucky day! Elder Oaks came up to me and shook my hand. It was so cool to shake hands with such a happy man that is so full of the spirit. His words really comforted me. I felt like so much of what he said was directed at me. Ever feel like that?<br /><br />I'm hoping that some good luck was transferred through the handshake! Too bad Kyle couldn't come :( I hate those graveyards, perhaps more than he does!Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-73801790763064031302009-02-09T11:14:00.005-07:002009-02-09T11:32:55.554-07:00H-A-P-P-Y!For some reason, today is a happy day! The snow is falling, the parking lot outside is complete slush, but I can't wait to step out into the <span style="font-size:180%;">blizzard</span> and go home to some chili and hot chocoloate (maybe not together, though).<br /><br />February is a fun month... <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Valentines day</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">Kyle's B-day</span> (along with his mom and grandma's), the annual <span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">Cutter Races</span> in Jackson Hole... Maybe I just have some things to look forward to.<br /><br />But I don't think that those are my reasons for feeling so good. I just think that I have learned how to be happy again. I am really <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">happy</span> with Kyle and the life we have experienced together. I am grateful for every experience that we have been able to survive together. I am so excited to see what this year will give to us! And if any of it is bad, well, bring it on! We are pretty tough!<br /><br />I finally feel like a normal person, and honestly, I don't feel sad anymore. I feel like the future is looking up. Right now, I feel at <span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">peace </span>with my situation, my life, and all that we have been through. And I know that this is the life I am supposed to have.<br /><br />I want to give a shout out to some of my 'people'...<br /><br />EDDIE just got a job with <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">DISNEY ANIMATION</span>!</span> How cool is that? They are moving to Burbank in the next few weeks!<br /><br />MOM, DAD, HOLLY, & SUMMY are all livin it up in <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;">Grand Cayman</span>! They seem to love their new, diverse, tropical paradise. I can't wait to visit in June. I have had some good laughs reading their blog. It seems like it has been the usual Grampp National Lampoon's vacation... but we should call it "National Lampoon's Relocation"...<br /><br />CARLI is in <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">California,</span></strong> studying musical theater. WHEN WILL YOU COME SEE ME???<br /><br />ALLIE & BOBBY, the only remaining family... we are glad that we weren't COMPLETELY abandoned in boring old <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;">Utah</span>... yet...Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-8620946271820969712009-01-18T21:52:00.004-07:002009-01-18T22:18:38.146-07:00What do you write about when life gets boring?I haven't posted in a while, and I decided that I know the reason why! Well, nothing is really going on in our lives! Our house is done, we are all moved in... cancer is gone :) ... and so now, what exciting news do I have to tell? <br /><br />One good thing... Dr. Soisson, my oncologist, is the BEST Doctor ever. I wish he was an OB, but unfortunately he only deals with gyno cancers! Anyway, he told us that instead of having to wait 6 months to a year, we only need to wait 3 months. We were pretty excited about that! Now that I don't get chemo every week, I needed something CLOSE to look forward to. April seems just around the corner. I just really need to stay POSITIVE! No bad thoughts :)<br /><br />I'm trying to keep myself busy with teaching, but I swear there are preggo's everywhere!!! I'm happy for all of them and their cute little bumps... but it is definitely a bittersweet reminder of what we have gone through. <br /><br />At the same time, I don't know that I would change the things we have been through. I have seen that tragedy can bring out the best in a person. It surprises me that I can be happy, that Kyle can still make me laugh in the middle of a cry-fest, that I can have a really good day. At first, I questioned why God would give me a trial like this. I felt angry because I didn't think that I could get through it. In the end I was right. I couldn't handle this on my own, I had to become very humble and let God do the rest. I know that he did, and that is why the comfort and happiness that I feel today is possible.<br /><br />P.S. YOU NEED TO READ "THE LAST LECTURE" by Randy Pausch! It is so inspiring! It made my 'stuff' seem so insignificant, which is probably how it should be!Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-29373617938612654202008-12-24T10:13:00.004-07:002008-12-24T10:27:16.547-07:00Best week ever! Things we are happy about...<div align="left">1. FINALLY having our own house! We moved in on Friday and LOVE it!</div><div align="left">2. NO MORE CHEMO! I was down to 6 on Monday and recieved my last shot.</div><div align="left">3. Baby E is coming to town! Who cares about Santa when this little squish face of a nephew is coming on Christmas from Texas. (Oh, and we are excited to see Eddie and Mary, too!)</div><div align="left">4. D-A-D... I haven't seen my Dad since October. His flight gets in tonight. What a good christmas present.</div><div align="left">5. Christmas. There is not a better time of year. I love the Holidays, I love the music, and I love being with my family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I hope everyone has a good Christmas, and remembers what it is really about. ( Yeah, we know it's not about new houses :) But hey, we are still excited, and that is okay, right??)</div>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-6608726548876267542008-11-23T09:34:00.002-07:002008-11-23T10:09:48.965-07:00Tagged by Brit8<br /><br />8 TV shows I love to watch:<br /><br />The Office<br />Grey's Anatomy<br />The Hills<br />Law & Order SVU<br />Design on a Dime<br />Friends<br />John & Kate Plus 8<br />Ugly Betty<br /><br />8 Favorite Restaurants:<br /><br />Royal India (Chicken Tikka Masala)<br />Olive Garden<br />Cafe Molise (Where we ate on our engagement night)<br />Ruth's Chris Steak House (Only been there once)<br />Costa Vida (Mango Chicken Salad)<br />Pace's (AMAZING onion rings!)<br />Chili's<br />Robintino's<br /><br />8 Things That Happened Yesterday:<br /><br />Picked up Jess from the airport<br />Filled up my tank for $25! Holy Crap!<br />Made gucamole and frosting while my mom made pumpkin cake and cookies<br />Hosted Shay Crump's bridal shower<br />Watched BYU play their worst game EVER<br />Read about Obama's family in people magazine<br />Brought Kyle some food at work (at 11 pm... I hate sleeping alone when he works night shifts!)<br />Got into sweats and cuddled with Phebes<br /><br /><br />8 Things I Am Looking Forward To:<br /><br />Getting my last chemo treatment<br />Moving in to our new house<br />Seeing my Dad and nephew at Christmas<br />Getting the green light for baby making!!!<br />Visiting my fam in June in the Cayman Islands<br />Finishing my master's project and graduating<br />Finishing my first year of teaching, so I can start over again and do it RIGHT next year!<br />Seeing Twilight on Monday<br /><br />8 Things On My Wish List:<br /><br />Visit Europe<br />Have the next pregnancy be normal, healthy, and successful<br />For Kyle to always be happy<br />Be able to influence my students' lives (unrelated to English)<br />A couch, fridge, table & chairs, t.v..... I don't even want to think about buying all of that stuff!!!<br />Another pair of Ugg boots... to go with everything that my black Uggs don't! (Kyle hates my Uggs. But he is the one who bought them for me!)<br />To be a REALLY good English teacher... right now, i'm just trying to survive!<br />To have people describe me as "laid back"... yeah right! I am a stress case.<br /><br />8 People I tag:<br /><br />Pee<br />Jess<br />Nicole<br />Allison<br />Erika<br />Shauna<br />Ashley<br />MaryKy and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124752885433580714.post-51861898163561580692008-11-18T11:21:00.002-07:002008-11-18T11:30:44.290-07:00Grannies, Hair, & Chemo!<div align="center">My nephew is the cutest little baby! Look at all of his fuzzy hair! Here are my parents, now officially Granny and Gramppy!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270064850089259346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5bbR65kDCeZ36XEOXz42YI6SHlq7MXvVXV6HcUClCV-bWwIDgfcJpCSSmc3jmBsd8q5cVgPWPEuWvW6vbaLL3Rj_cG2oLCzvz4haHm4wVtgx0aOso1qVtaDmtIs9vx8drSVe_DFn6DOa/s400/granny.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">A really sweet thought came to me... Our first baby was due within days of Baby E. I just know that he knew our little baby. I don't know why, but I feel like they were little buddies. Every time I see him, I think of our little baby that we lost and am glad that s/he had such a cute little friend to play with up there :)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270064846842326546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiP0As-pzEwoEGGJrSKNP_2KkuclN5HN7iMk80MeZCQZOm6HrF1Bd696Dp2KpC525x2AaF3ifZgVCiResN6tp8IexXfkEt27xvXrAFvPDmE04aGfNfZTglR2oizPuV7XUIPvAPRWVHGbYs/s400/baby+e.jpg" border="0" />Speaking of babies...</p><p align="center">I had chemo yesterday... I am down to 347 for my hcg level. That is REALLY good (down from 1,500 the previous week and 68,000 a month ago... getting closer below 5). Once I am below 5, no more chemo and 6 months to wait until we try again! So probably June :)</p>Ky and Kelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501676343390851812noreply@blogger.com3