tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83149169589462146452024-03-05T07:05:22.251-08:00The Scholes FamilyBrittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-79504914551363055362012-05-08T16:24:00.001-07:002012-05-08T16:24:15.709-07:00My Golden BirthdayThis year was my golden Birthday as my sister Rachael pointed out to me a few months ago. I turned 27 on the 27th of April. How could my year not be a great one with that golden coincidence on my side? :) Kaleb spoiled me by taking me out to dinner like every single day leading up to my birthday.... I know I know, not very healthy! But boy was it enjoyable! :-D<br />
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Friday before my birthday, Carter spent the night with my in-laws so Kaleb and I went to Texas Roadhouse just the two of us (with a sleeping baby in tow) and it was nice just to have the time to ourselves. A few days later we went to Utah so Kaleb could work and I enjoyed time with good friends and family!<br />
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Tuesday night we stayed with our best friends the Whitworths in Bountiful,and I was able to spend all day Wednesday hanging out with Lydia. We sure do miss being so far away from you guys! We took the kids to the park and then went and checked out the new City Creek Mall in SLC. The best part of the day was just being able to talk and relax and catch up with her. Carter loved spending time with his good pal Addison and his new favorite baby Clark (next to Mila of course). He keeps telling me he wants a brother like Clark. :)<br />
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Walking through the princess castle at the Disney Store</div>
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Loving the water in the reflection pool on Temple square!</div>
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Wednesday night we headed over to Jesh and Brooke's house in Highland to spend the rest of the week with them. Thursday I met up with Kaleb at City Creek again to try out a Greek food place in the food court while Carter played at the amazing dinosaur play place. When I came back to Highland I spent a few hours with my sister Rachael having some much needed catching up time while eating cookies and ice cream. There is nothing like seeing your siblings to make you happy! I miss them all the time!<br />
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Thursday night we headed off to Provo to see Marianne, Brian and Haley! They are some of my best friends from college and I really love them. Brian just graduated from BYU with his masters degree and they are moving to Texas. I had to see them while they were still so close to us. I really enjoyed talking with them and having Carter and their daughter Haley play together. I am going to miss you guys when you move so far away!<br />
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Carter with Haley</div>
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Friday afternoon for my birthday, my awesome brother Jesh took me out for Sushi in SLC! Kaleb and Brooke did not want to come since neither of them like fish at all so it was a delicious afternoon spent with my favorite brother just the two of us. I loved getting some one on one time with him since that never happens. The sushi was A-MAZING! He had me try new things which I loved. I tried some Nigiri for the first time and it was... ok. Ha! I didn't know if I would like it and I was too scared to try the straight Sashimi so we had the Nigiri instead. Now that I know which cuts of fish I like and don't like, I would try it again! Then it was onto my favorites of the day the Maki Bento! The spicy salmon tempura rolls were my faves. We even ordered an extra roll of them. YUM! Thanks Bro!<br />
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So... my brother doesn't like this picture, but it's the only one I got of him so I am going to post it. Look at that yummy food! </div>
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The plate of Nigiri with some spicy tuna rolls</div>
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Maki Bento! Yum! </div>
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The rest of the day was spent with Brooke and Jesh and the kids playing. I really love this family! I could spend all of my time with them and never get too bored. Carter loves his cousins so so much and cries just about every time we have to leave to go back home.<br />
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All the kids together! (except Kate, she was sleeping) </div>
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Good big brother Christian with his sister Kate </div>
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Get a load of those chunky cheeks! Adorable. </div>
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Collin wanted to get in on the action. </div>
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Rachael with Kate. </div>
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Too bad Mila won't let anyone hold her so I couldn't get a picture of her with anyone! </div>
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Only a few short hours later it was time for my birthday dinner which I was really looking forward to! I had a free meal at Tocanos which we definitely cannot afford otherwise. Kaleb and I, Jesh and Brooke, Rachael and all the kids headed all the way back to SLC and had a fun evening full of the most delicious meat and fried bananas! Kaleb and I love to eat here, but you can't do it very often or else its a meat OVERLOAD! But boy is it tasty. :) After that, We tried out a place a block away per Jesh's recommendation. I can't remember what it is called, but they sell the most amazing waffles. Each waffle has huge grains of sugar in the batter and when it cooks, the sugar stays somewhat together so it is like biting into a piece of heaven. Did I mention that each waffle has a huge chunk of melted dark chocolate in the center? HEAVEN! Seriously. We are going there again someday, but until then I will only have my memories and my dreams of my celestial encounter to tide me over. :)<br />
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All of us at Tucanos </div>
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The yummy hole in the wall waffle place. Double Yum! </div>
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Ready for bed with a screaming baby. But the day was worth it :) </div>
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The next morning it was time to go home :( But not without stopping at Krispy Kremes on the way! I know what you are thinking... more fattening foods?!! But hey, we don't have anything around here that is this good! Kaleb loves doughnuts and I don't, except for Krispy Kremes so it is really the only time he gets them. And don't worry, Carter secretly ate most of them when we weren't looking...<br />
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That was the end of my magical food filled week. When we came home I started on a new healthy eating plan which was super depressing so I look back on these food memories fondly. I hope the rest of you get spoiled for your golden birthdays as well! Oh wait, I am the only golden one!!!! hahaha. <br />
<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-72817082200231505972012-05-08T14:53:00.001-07:002012-05-08T15:06:55.914-07:00Update!A quick update on my kids... since I know that is all you care about :) Mila and Carter are my favorite people (next to Kaleb of course) so I love bragging about them every chance I get!<br />
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-Starting to identify small words when he sees them</div>
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-Can spell his name and attempts to write it (not the best at it, but he tries!)</div>
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-LOVES to sing, especially to his baby sister. He makes up all sorts of songs and sings </div>
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them while playing by himself as well as to mommy and daddy at bedtime</div>
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-Loves loves LOVES his baby sister. He tells me all the time how much he just loves her. </div>
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He sings to her and cuddles her and pretty much smothers her with love</div>
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-Even though he loves his sister, he wants his own time with mommy and daddy</div>
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(especially daddy!) without baby sister involved</div>
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-Still having a hard time with peeing the bed at night (GRR!)<br />
-Has told me over and over that he wants to be a Dinosaur Pilot when he grows up... if that is possible, I am sure he will accomplish that goal!<br />
-Obsessed with Dinosaurs! (as made obvious above) </div>
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-Loves his Heavenly Father and big brother Jesus. </div>
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-Learning to be responsible by doing chores and earning pennies</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">3 months old now! She is growing much to fast for my liking</span></span></div>
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-A daddies girl through and through (darnit! :)</div>
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-Has a bit of colic especially at night</div>
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-Loves when daddy bounces her (only he seems to be able to do it right so that she stops crying)</div>
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-Loves standing more than sitting or laying</div>
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-Hates tummy time! </div>
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-Started rolling over a month ago to get out of having her dreaded tummy time</div>
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-A very happy girl! Loves to smile and laugh every second </div>
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-Still sleeps through the night (a good 12 solid hours! Hooray for me! knock on wood!!)<br />
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I sing to Mila while rocking her to sleep and every time she starts cooing and gurgling along with me. (LOVE IT!)</div>
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- Starting to chew on EVERY thing she can put in her mouth</div>
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"Who is this weirdo staring at me?" Carter newest favorite toy Phineas </div>
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My big girl! 3 months just flew by! </div>
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This Easter was the best I have ever had since I was a kid. Carter is now old enough to understand what it is all about which made me realize how important it was for me to teach him about it. A good friend of ours gave me a bag of Resurrection Eggs which was absolutely perfect for Carter. A few of the points were lost on him, but because there was a "surprise" in every egg he sat and listened to me explain what each egg was all about and read the short verse in the scriptures that coincided with them before he opened each egg and discovered what was inside. And since you do one egg each day, we didn't have to worry about his short attention span at all.<br />
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I explained to him in terms he could understand that the man he loves so much was betrayed by his friend and that no one believed that he was our Savior and they didn't understand what they were doing at the time, but they nailed his hands and his feet to the cross. And that was how he died. Carter was so sad. He flinched when I told him about them whipping him and putting a crown of thorns on his head. He didn't want me to talk about the nails in his hands because it made him too sad. He kept asking me why his friends would do that to him? He didn't quite understand that not everyone was friends with Jesus- I mean, who wouldn't want to be friends with someone so wonderful right? And since we talked about the death of Jesus, Carter has become more aware of the concept of it all.<br />
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Just today he told me he didn't want me to die and leave him, even if he was old old old and had his own kids. He wanted me to be with him forever. What a teaching experience! I once again sat him down and told him that nothing on this earth is forever, that we all need to die at some point. I asked him where we go when we die and he told me "to live with heavenly father and Jesus... but mom, I don't want you to go without me!" Haha, I love my boy. He knows that heaven is sooo much "cooler" than this place but that we all have our time to go there and its all part of Heavenly Father's plan for us.<br />
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Anyway, to get back to Easter- Carter did not like the part about Jesus dying at all. But once I got to the part about them putting him in the tomb (or as Carter calls it, the cave- like batman's cave! haha), and the guards placing a BIG stone over the door so that no one could come and take Jesus he was all ears. I explained that an angel of God came and rolled the stone away while the guards were sleeping, and Jesus was alive again! He was resurrected and now lives with Heavenly Father. He LOVED that part. He got all giddy and excited that Jesus was alive again. I mean, Jesus is like the biggest superhero to Carter and that just reaffirmed how amazing he is to Carter. Nothing can stop Jesus! hahaha, that is totally how Carter feels about him. That was my favorite part of all of Easter this year.<br />
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Saturday before Easter Sunday we made our favorite fattening and sugary breakfast of waffles with real whipped cream and sausage. The waffles are Kalebs pride and joy because he has tweaked them to perfection. I colored all of the waffles and the whipped cream different bright colors just to make Carter smile (since we forgot to do it for St. Patricks day and kaleb and I were so disappointed). Carter of course loved it! Carter shoved every last bite in his mouth, along with Kaleb and me :)<br />
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That afternoon we made resurrection rolls. I have never made these before but I thought it would be yet another fun thing to do with Carter to help him understand the real meaning behind Easter. I was wrong. He did not really want to help at all and the rolls ended up not turning out because the fell apart in the oven. Oh well, I tried!<br />
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After that came dying the Easter eggs! I am still not sure why we did this since Kaleb hates eggs and Carter apparently does not like them either. We only made 10 hard boiled eggs, but that was 10 too many! But it was fun for carter to color and dye his own eggs. Kaleb and I also had fun even though we discovered we are terrible at making them look even half way decent. But we tried super hard and had only 2 or 3 that turned out looking pretty good.<br />
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</div>I put all the eggs in the fridge and told Carter the Easter Bunny would come and get them while we were at church and hide them around the house so that Carter could have his own Easter egg hunt! This is Carter's favorite part each year so I was looking forward to it as well.<br />
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We have church first thing Sunday mornings so it worked out well to have the rest of the day to do Easter stuff. We came home from church and Carter started giggling when he saw all the "hidden" eggs. He had to look for his basket that the Easter Bunny hid and then he was off! He found all the eggs in record time. He had a little help from some of his friends :)<br />
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This was our first Holiday EVER since we have been married that we wouldn't be with either my family or Kaleb's. I was looking forward to it just because I wanted to try my hand at making a big dinner since I never have. I didn't make anything too fancy, but everything turned out sooo yummy! We made deviled eggs (which only I ate), rolls, carrots, harvard beets, roasted rosemary and thyme potatoes, a yummy ham with a yummy citrus <a href="http://www.examiner.com/article/peach-ham-glaze">peach ham glaze</a> (which turned out oh so scrumptious!), and to drink we had some Pineapple-Apricot Punch that I found <a href="http://byutv.org/foodnanny/plan/">here</a>. We didn't make very much since it was only the 4 of us, and Mila can't eat food yet. But it ended up being perfect for us. Oh and did I mention that I made my very first cheesecake and it turned out AMAZING? I am not a huge fan of cheesecake, but Kaleb is so I decided to make one just for him. It was <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/white-chocolate-raspberry-cheesecake/detail.aspx">White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake</a> and it made me a believer. I thought it would be so much harder than it was. I even bought vanilla ice cream just in case we needed a little extra something to swallow it down with, but it didn't need anything at all. It shined all by itself. Go me!!<br />
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Overall we had such a great time. We sure missed being with family, but it is nice creating new memories of your own. I am so glad Carter is learning all about the true meanings of these sacred Holidays. He is growing into such an amazing, unique and special boy. He makes us laugh sooo hard and brings such joy into our lives. We can't imagine life without both of our precious kids. We felt so blessed this Holiday and look forward to many many more with our family in the future! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They have a movie theater, a popcorn machine, a train set, every single one of the Disney's Cars characters you can imagine in a display case, a wii for the kids to play with while they wait, a choice of 3 different movies playing on the ceiling while you get your mouth cleaned, and Carter personal favorite- some AWESOME sun glasses to put on while you watch your movie so that the dentists light doesn't hurt your eyes. Pretty cool eh? It really is a shame they don't let any kids older than 17 be patients because I would have signed all 3 of us up if that were the case! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6 months ago at his last check-up, I had noticed some dark spots on 4 of his teeth. I was so worried they were cavities, even though I had been taking care of them so well. The dentist told me they were only shadows or something like that, but needed to be cleaned really well everyday and that they could easily turn into cavities if we were not careful. Despite my best efforts, at this last check up a few weeks ago 2 of the spots had turned into cavities :( I was so sad. Carter of course didn't even know what that was so I had to explain to him how the sugar bugs had conquered two of his teeth and that the dentist the very next day was going to have to get those sugar bugs out and then paint his teeth so that it would protect them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because Carter does so well when he is there, the dentist thought he could put in the fillings while carter was awake instead of sedating him. So, come the next day we went back into the office and they started Carter on some nitrous oxide, or laughing gas. I was pretty excited to see how crazy my already crazy child would become when he had no inhibitions. Pretty much he just became even louder and thought every single little thing was the coolest thing ever! I asked him how he felt when the laughing gas kicked in and he started laughing like a mad man and said "My legs tickle! They feel all cold!" He kept laughing about everything and kept interrupting the dentist to tell him whatever random things he was musing about right in the middle of him getting his teeth drilled. I was a little disappointed I didn't get anything good on tape! But now my boy officially has to have fillings in his pearly whites. Its kind of a bummer to pay the money for it just to have those same teeth fall out later- But at the same time I'm glad he gets a fresh start once new teeth come in! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii47DO4998YcqoXmmG6gaNaTQM6Vv0WL1SaY98rzm7wr7dXaDQ8BLl0ZQe1xaY6ibX9RZwMKAibQsUhkl0wSR-e2WYClshRbluF4MAu3AU6sf8RF1v9Kscn_PplFlTPe3XEOrwXV7cUob_/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii47DO4998YcqoXmmG6gaNaTQM6Vv0WL1SaY98rzm7wr7dXaDQ8BLl0ZQe1xaY6ibX9RZwMKAibQsUhkl0wSR-e2WYClshRbluF4MAu3AU6sf8RF1v9Kscn_PplFlTPe3XEOrwXV7cUob_/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Carter thought he looked like Darth Vader</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> (even though Darth Vader's mask covers his whole face :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought he looked like a clown! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />
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The second and last time I didn't like my dental experience was when I was 8 months pregnant with Carter. I had to get my wisdom teeth pulled because our insurance was about to change and wouldn't cover dental visits 100%. They couldn't give me the good pain killer stuff because of the baby, so they just had to pull out that GIANT needle again and numb me up the old fashioned way. That wasn't even the worst part. The nerves of the tooth roots didn't quite numb up the whole way so as they were working on me, horrible shooting pain began where my wisdom teeth were being pulled. So they pulled that GIANT needle out again and shoved it once again into my gums. But, of course, for some reason it still wasn't working so I just had to sit for about an hour through the searing pain. One of my wisdom teeth broke apart so it took even longer to get those suckers out. I started having major contractions because my body was on high alert and super tense. It was the worst experience of my life- at least at my beloved dentists office.<br />
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When I was in college I had a semi bad experience, but not one that involved physical pain- only emotional pain. I went for a simple cleaning and checkup but had complained that my front tooth was a little bit jagged. He told me it was a simple fix and just filed it down a little bit... or so I thought. I realized when I got home that the dentist had filled it WAY down and that the middle of the tooth was filed down more than the sides so it looked a bit concave. I cried and cried because my teeth weren't even anymore. It wasn't super obvious to anyone but me, but it made me self conscious of my smile for many years after that.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And for those who can't see how bad it looked in the above picture, here is an oh so attractive close up!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqqyTe3T9PL5FUYzM3P1KwGw50MjZWEeX2XrLrdhQFT3JoiGy3sVs1tGoClGg5x8Py-7MpX3reLwBZgzCFhjs-aQeaicBYUqQcW_UghJML0IgEb9UxPuswxfa9-udyY8FG3u99fYbfxW2/s1600/DSCF0087-002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqqyTe3T9PL5FUYzM3P1KwGw50MjZWEeX2XrLrdhQFT3JoiGy3sVs1tGoClGg5x8Py-7MpX3reLwBZgzCFhjs-aQeaicBYUqQcW_UghJML0IgEb9UxPuswxfa9-udyY8FG3u99fYbfxW2/s320/DSCF0087-002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Two weeks ago I went in for my semi-annual cleaning and asked my current dentist if there was a problem with my front tooth that had been filed down. It has felt a little thin to me and has chipped recently so I wondered if there was something I could do about it. He surprised me by saying that if I came back in another day he would take about a half hour and make my tooth look identical to the other normal looking one. I was so excited! So this morning I went in and had my first cosmetic dental surgery! Haha, sounds weird when you say it that way. I had to get the whole giant needle in my mouth for the 3rd time in my life, but I really didn't mind it too much this time. As I was sitting there waiting for the pain killer to kick in and numb me up, I started feeling a little out of it because of how tired I have been. My mind started wondering and this is what I started thinking about.... go figure!<br />
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I asked my dentist if he knew this song and he said he loved it! He has wanted to learn the lyrics so that he can sing it or hum it while he works on people. Better yet, he thinks it would be awesome to have this video playing on the ceiling while people get their mouths worked on. I laughed and told him it would probably have the opposite effect of whatever good he thinks that would do. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here is the new look! Coincidentally, I am actually waiting for it to be filed down again :) If you look really hard you can see that one tooth is longer than the other until he files it down. My tongue looks weird because I am trying to feel the tooth through all of the numbness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Needless to say my mouth looks extra purty now! I came home and Kaleb was pretty oblivious to what I was going to the dentist to do. When he saw me he said "So what did you go to the dentist to do?" and I opened my mouth to tell him while smiling a bit and before I could even say anything he said "Oh wow! I can already see what he did. It looks good!" So, maybe my filed down tooth was a bit more obvious to others than I thought? But I am so happy that I have two normal looking front teeth now! Hooray for the dentist office! <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">No longer weirdo concave tooth! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> (sorry for the awkward looking lips. They were not only numb, but also super dry from being held open for a half hour.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu6wuxQK1oIzv9Jdqs6Tsmzr-aisRBAhEP8BhXhSyHhXDf4D46PanVxcmoebY_zkdcCbpe1mCPMe62TZQdo3Z6yMM3eYrM6Y9HlDfJQ0dloqofUFNg0vkdVi6jN89PRQYt0DSjg4LkmMQ/s1600/IMG_0723-002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu6wuxQK1oIzv9Jdqs6Tsmzr-aisRBAhEP8BhXhSyHhXDf4D46PanVxcmoebY_zkdcCbpe1mCPMe62TZQdo3Z6yMM3eYrM6Y9HlDfJQ0dloqofUFNg0vkdVi6jN89PRQYt0DSjg4LkmMQ/s320/IMG_0723-002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-12506904302056218402012-02-19T14:44:00.000-08:002012-02-19T14:44:57.448-08:00Birth StoryI have had a couple of people ask me about Mila's birth. It's good to write these things down because I can't remember a lot about the day Carter was born and that makes me feel a little sad. Mila's story is not very exciting, but who's birth story is? Other than the fact that we were excited she was finally here! <br />
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I went in two Mondays before she was born to be checked. My doctor had been out of town so I went in at 39 weeks to be checked for the first time to see if any activity was going on down there. I was so excited thinking that they would strip my membranes and I would have a baby within a few days. But of course, my luck wasn't so great and she told me that my cervix naturally sat high so it was hard to tell if I had dilated or not. This meant no stripping of the membranes as well :( She said we would wait another week and see if my cervix would drop lower so she could check without me having the intense pain I had felt at this appt. That next week I was excited because I could tell the baby was getting lower and lower and I could hardly walk without feeling pain. So week 40 I went back in only to be told that my cervix was still really high but I was dilated to a 2. I was actually at 40 weeks and 3 days so we decided to just set an induction date. for later that week on Thursday. She got my hopes high by saying that I could spontaneously go into labor between now and my induction date so the next few days I kept thinking that every little painful contraction was the beginning of the end! But... it never was. I was so nervous to be induced because I had heard more bad stories than good ones. The only thing I liked about setting a date was that we could plan on where Carter would be while I was in the hospital.<br />
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Wednesday night Grandpa Scholes came and picked up Carter for their two night slumber party and Kaleb and I went out for our last night as a semi-free couple (Carter is a pretty easy kid to kart around with us). We went to be super early so that we could make it to the hospital by 5 am! I don't think either of us slept very well that night since we were so nervous and I was so stinkin uncomfortable. But we left our house bright and early and made it to the hospital (EIRMC) by about 5:15 (one of us got a late start that morning and it was not me:) and it took us another 15 minutes to find where we were supposed to be. I got in my lovely hospital gown and I was ecstatic to learn that I could keep my bra on this time because when I had Carter at Madison Memorial they wouldn't let me wear one. You have to count the little things as great successes right? Who knew that wearing a bra while in labor would actually make things MORE comfortable! After finally getting all the technical stuff done with information and paperwork they finally started me on the pitocin at 7am. Kaleb was already bored and I was already sick of water and ice chips. But it is amazing how awesome it is at the hospital that early in the morning. We were really the only ones there so we had amazing internet speed and a lot of attention from the nurses.<br />
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I started having small contractions not too long after starting the pit but the really painful ones didn't start until just before 9am after my doctor came and broke my water to move things along. I was only dilated to about a 4. I had talked to the nurse about my different pain medicine options and I thought I might try not getting the epidural this time. The contractions were painful, but I thought I could breath through them and that I could do it with just a little pain relief. Well... that was a dumb assumption of me to make! My contractions started getting really bad and I jumped to a 5 and then a 6. The contractions were every minute or so and would last a couple of minutes. I never felt that with Carter since they gave me the epidural right off the bat when I got there. I told the nurse I was ready for some relief and she put the pain medicine in my I.V. and told me it would take a few minutes to kick in and I would feel a little light headed. That was the understatement of the year! All of a sudden I felt so dizzy I couldnt open my eyes because the room was spinning so much. I also thought I would puke all over everyone if it didn't stop spinning. She told me that it would wear off soon but it never did. And the pain never went away or even lessened like she had told me it would. So now I was puking and holding onto the side of the bed for dear life during each horrible contraction. I was crying and didn't even want Kaleb to touch me because it hurt so bad. I asked her why the medicine never took the edge off like she had said it would and she told me that my reaction wasn't normal and that with a minority of people it doesn't actually work. I was kind of upset (not at her of course) that now I was going to have to give birth feeling this dizzy and sick. I literally felt like I was high. I wasn't in my own body anymore, but above it in the clouds somewhere. She finally brought in the guy to do the epidural after I begged her to (while still clinging to the bedside) just before noon. He told me it would take about 20 minutes for it to kick in, but at least he put in the epidural in one shot this time and it didn't feel nearly as bad as the pain I felt with the contractions. Has anyone else thought it is stupid that they tell you to stay completely still while you are in the worst pain of your life?! That is so hard to do!<br />
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After it was obvious that the pain was subsiding and I was finally going to get to sleep a little bit Kaleb decided to go and get a burger because he was just STARVING (yeah so was I... those strawberry flavored ice chips just don't cut it!). It was about 12:15 and I got a good 15 minute nap before the nurse came in to check me. That was the most glorious 15 minutes of my life. I even got to check my make-up that I had applied at 4:30 that morning and fix all the mascara that had smeared all over my face while I had been sobbing like a baby earlier. She had checked me before Kaleb left and I was at a 7, but now I was at a 9. I asked how long it would take until I was at a 10 and she said it would probably be another hour or so, so I was thinking I would get a lot of good sleep. Kaleb came back a few minutes later, his tummy satisfied. Kaleb and I talked to the nurse for a while about her family and her kids and grandkids. She was so nice. She was my favorite nurse of them all because I literally felt like my mom was there with me the whole time. She decided to check me one more time before she went out my door and I was at a 10! She was really surprised and told me not to do anything! She said not to even laugh because the baby would probably pop right out. She went and called my doctor and she arrived a few minutes later. This was the easiest part of the whole day. After my legs got up in the stirrups and she told me it was time to push, I pushed through two contractions and out popped little Mila. I actually only felt a little bit of pressure and so I thought only her head was out. But Kaleb had to reassure me a few times that her whole body was out. With Carter I pushed for two hours and even with the epidural I felt everything. It was super painful.<br />
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They put Mila up on my chest and through my foggy haze I thought she was the most beautiful baby ever. I wish I could say that about Carter too when he made his debut, but because I had pushed for so long he looked like a cone headed alien and he had finger shaped bruises on his head from the doctor trying to pull him out. Mila had a round head and no bruises and was so pretty. After cleaning her off a bit they brought her back and put her under my gown on my chest and I got to hold her for a while. It was very emotional, even for Kaleb. I got a great picture of him crying which I will always cherish because he doesn't show his tender side that often. She was born at 1:13pm and weighed 7 lbs 12 oz and was 20 inches long. She did so great in the hospital and slept like a champ and even put on weight which most babies don't do. Once the active labor started at around 9am it only took 4 hours to have her! I was pretty impressed. I was in labor for 12 hours with Carter! I was so sick of the hospital because I was so bored most of the time, so we took Mila home the first chance we could the very next day on Friday.<br />
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My mom came into town that night and it was so great to have her! The few days she was there she graciously took Mila at night so that I could sleep and she would come in and get me when it was time to feed her. The first night home was the hardest because Mila seemed to have a lot of gas and stayed up most of the night. But once I gave her some gripe water she was able to relieve the gas and hasn't stopped sleeping since. She seriously wouldnt wake up to eat at night if I didn't have to wake her up myself. During the day she at least wakes herself up to eat and then goes right back to bed. This is the complete opposite of Carter who would sleep very little and was awake all the time. Her schedule seems so far to be waking up about every 2 hours during the day to eat and then going back to sleep. At night she sleeps from about 9 or 10 pm until 5 am when I can no longer stand it and have to wake her up to feed her and then she goes back to sleep until about 10 or 11 am when I wake her up to feed her again. She is a great baby. We love her so so much. We have already noticed her difference in our house as a girl. She is definitely mommy's baby and I can't get enough cuddles. Carter just adores her and does everything he can to help us out. I think Kaleb likes the baby stage only a little bit and can't wait for her to interact with him like his best buddy Carter does. We are all so grateful to have our new baby in our family! And I have so much more respect for those women who give birth naturally with no pain relief. I have to give you all props! And especially my best friend who just gave birth in her home! I rely to heavily on the comfort of the hospital. She is amazing! As well as my mother and sister who have been able to have babies without epidurals. They are inspiring! I love you all!!! <br />
<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-57828962279223567882012-01-27T11:14:00.000-08:002012-01-27T11:14:20.256-08:00Belly shots!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago when I was about 36 weeks along, my good friend Vivian took some maternity pictures for me. I am so thrilled with how they turned out! I was way too afraid to do anything like this when I was pregnant with Carter because I felt so fat and I was self conscious about it. Because of my silliness, I have a total of 3 prego pictures for Carter to look back on in the future. The funny part is, this pregnancy I am actually heavier but more confident about my pregnant body. I didn't want to miss out on getting some good pictures for this little girl to always have and remember. We didn't get more than one or two good ones with us as a family because it was freezing cold and Carter really just wasn't having it. He got pretty cranky quickly. I have had some people ask to see all of the pictures so here they are. These are not all of them because I have about 40 and that seems like way too many to put on a blog!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnHizEBFgSYGTM1eqsNFCCC7PcjT-3BALF4EQFM8vRliRup4Xp8MU21ARI3R80FtWgisbwQE4o24aNcJQGvLnGRikAtOpEWb3jbwup3sxWzDi8dQIGSPpDXVSXOoB3mr7lh_aPmesvf7O/s320/scholes-7.jpg" width="320" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Big Brother! So excited. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnl1EOaA1pzl9DCtniEcST2f1rJ4_TATVK4JN0u09mesUeZwxkR2b-Xc70b3Ldsv61eW3di9-7IFRPuGWMC65SIqqQR21Hu9J0-Mvj5P9cSpYaG-0_dt25mtXaCAuKC-XUd4hRVEkPS/s1600/scholes-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnl1EOaA1pzl9DCtniEcST2f1rJ4_TATVK4JN0u09mesUeZwxkR2b-Xc70b3Ldsv61eW3di9-7IFRPuGWMC65SIqqQR21Hu9J0-Mvj5P9cSpYaG-0_dt25mtXaCAuKC-XUd4hRVEkPS/s320/scholes-8.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the best one we could get as a family! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVBUcTSkvhVthtlwNVU6Pc6EosYFy9SNTKXuJS7NPMfvwX61p0jTDD65_9Gf46th9CJANiPxwixuJvn4YAN3U9EykE6YHkpTaPGE163aLUf4kCddtt-z01FNsSehjfPCb-spW_RYuRsv8/s1600/scholes-152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVBUcTSkvhVthtlwNVU6Pc6EosYFy9SNTKXuJS7NPMfvwX61p0jTDD65_9Gf46th9CJANiPxwixuJvn4YAN3U9EykE6YHkpTaPGE163aLUf4kCddtt-z01FNsSehjfPCb-spW_RYuRsv8/s320/scholes-152.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't been a huge fan of naked belly shots in the past, but I think these ones turned out beautiful and tastefully done. I was worried though! If you are interested in seeing more of Vivian's photography you can head over <a href="http://www.vivianmathiasphotography.com/">here </a>to her website!<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" /></div>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-55261661946460722832012-01-25T12:37:00.000-08:002012-01-25T12:37:13.038-08:00Wow<div style="text-align: center;">Two posts in two days! I am on a roll! Kaleb and I came across this little gem of a picture last night and couldn't help but laugh. Carter hasn't changed his facial expressions much over the last 3 years has he?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I actually don't look much different do I? My belly is a little rounder and slightly bigger now but compared to many other women I know I don't look as pregnant as they do. But I sure feel like it! My doctor is out of town until next week so I don't have a 38 week appointment. My next appointment where they check to see if I am dilated etc. is on Monday the 30th when I will be 39 weeks and 3 days, and I can't wait to see what they tell me. My due date is February 3rd so we will see if this baby wants to be early or late. When I was pregnant with Carter I was actually scheduled to be induced two days after his due date so that my mom could plan around work to come into town. In the wee hours of that same induction date morning, I went into labor on my own! I still had to wait hours before going in, but at least my body did it on its own. I wonder how this time will be? I don't mind going over my due date since I already know I will, but I don't want to go WAY over. I am ready now! I would be happy to have this baby now if I could control the timing, but I am sure that is something every woman wishes they had power over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carter could not be more thrilled to have a baby sister. We bought him a book for Christmas called "I'm a new big brother," and he has memorized the entire thing. Seriously, he reads it to me and he actually says pretty much word for word what the book says. He is probably the most excited of us all and it already in "helping" mode. He sings and talks to the baby every morning and tells her all about his day. he especially loves to share his primary and preschool songs he learns with her. Carter has turned into quite the little singer. He is on tune about... oh... let's say 60% of the time :). The other 40% it sounds like he is just making it up as he goes along. His favorite thing to do lately is makeup his own songs about his toys or himself or whatever he happens to be doing. He is going to be a great big brother. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since I am not very good at blogging, this could very well be my last post until after I have the baby. Hopefully next time you hear from me I will have a beautiful baby girl to show off! Wish me luck! :) </div><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-22601959977967135352012-01-16T13:39:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:39:05.324-08:00Best Stuff Ever<div style="text-align: center;">My new super obsession. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">At least I am not in on this one by myself. Kaleb is a huge lover of herbal tea and this has only made his love grow. I on the other hand have never really liked herbal tea but now I can't seem to get enough of these delicious flavors! </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And we owe all the the past and future pockets full of money we spend on this stuff to my brother and his wife. Thanks a lot guys! :) <img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" /></div>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-28338167674003227862012-01-03T18:38:00.000-08:002012-01-03T18:38:33.533-08:00Cravings!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I get closer and closer to having this little girl I have found some weird cravings that I just can't seem to live without. And NONE of them are healthy in the slightest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">#2 would have to be these spicy treats</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fritolay.com/assets/images/blue/cheetos-cheddar-jalapeno.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fritolay.com/assets/images/blue/cheetos-cheddar-jalapeno.gif" width="229" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">At the beginning and middle of my pregnancy I wanted jalapeno's on EVERYTHING that I ate. I normally can't take spicy foods but for some cooky reason they were all I wanted. So we would make homemade nachos and pizza and smother them with those spicy little buggers until the wonderful acid and heartburn started about 6 months into being pregnant and no matter how many tums I took or antacid pills, I just couldn't take it anymore. This has become my fattening little compromise. I seriously cannot stop at just one... bag!! I buy them in two's and three's because I know I have an addiction. I hide them in the pantry so that I can't just see them all the time and chow down all the time. I have to actually think about them and go looking for them in order to start devouring them. I still get the heartburn, but not nearly as intense as with the straight up jalapeno's. You don't want to know how many calories are in them and neither do I. I am actually too afraid to look at the nutritional contents because then I will feel even guiltier about my addictions! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">#3 craving is not nearly as bad as the other two. And it is the only one I had when I was pregnant with Carter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.carvel.com/images/pictures/HardPkVariety.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="http://www.carvel.com/images/pictures/HardPkVariety.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> ICE CREAM! Who doesn't just love ice cream?! I could eat ice cream any and all of the time whether I am pregnant or not, but its more intensified while I am prego. My favorite is Tillamook's chocolate peanut butter, but really any kind will do. I don't eat this very often, but I have a stock pile in my freezer because you never know when the craving will hit and the hubby won't give in to my pleadings of going out into the freezing cold weather at 11 pm at night to go and find a place that is open to cater to my NEEDS! (Which actually happened when I was 8 1/2 months prego with Carter and Kaleb has vowed never to do it again... But can you blame him? haha) Luckily I like all the creamy and chocolaty flavors and Kaleb only really likes sorbet (which I really can't stand too much unless I'm desperate for a fix). This means he never eats any of my golden treasures in the freezer. He especially does not like chocolate and peanut butter combined (go figure right?!) or peanut butter in general so I can pretty much guarantee that he will never lay a finger on my butterfinger! Now carter is a whole other story... That kid likes it all! Even the most cleaver of hiding spots become found if he has his mind set on finding it. Grr! </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">All of this being said, I have of course gained a lot of weight these past few weeks. I had lost weight at the beginning because I was sick so often and for so long everyday that I was lucky to get one simple meal in. Once I started feeling better I slowly started gaining the weight back, but I didn't realize how fast I would surpass my original weight and becoming a beached whale! I really am trying not to overdo it, but like I said, that hot chocolate is a non negotiable every single day and those calories really start to add up. It is pretty disgusting. I haven't passed my weight when I gave birth to Carter yet, but I still have 4 weeks to go so I am pretty sure I will be entering the hospital on a stretcher since I will be too heavy to walk or be carried. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The only thing that makes me feel good about it all is how good these cravings taste. Seriously. I am pretty much shoving a slice of heaven down my throat every time I cave in and eat. And that's not so bad right? And I only have a month left of this before I have to give it up and give into the guilt of being over weight and no longer having the excuse of being pregnant. Plus, Kaleb still tells me how beautiful I am even when I don't pressure him into giving me the compliment on the days I am feeling my worst. He is the greatest support and makes me feel like I am still that young, cute, skinny girl he married. :) And I get an adorable baby girl out of all of this chaotic calorie intake! That alone makes it all worth it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-4841511179905365862011-10-19T14:25:00.000-07:002011-10-19T14:32:54.314-07:00A new post!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo88ne-isFrV3nQs8L8CwLjInib_UA6_2ErnHQn5koHy17t0WWU22PnLzCoKi0zF0vEmjikvCuz920-O5KizEJoUx5zBYUf-clIoqOaujO7dnl8Sq8AnHuL9syqLVzKoD5ndvqE4dyvg94/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo88ne-isFrV3nQs8L8CwLjInib_UA6_2ErnHQn5koHy17t0WWU22PnLzCoKi0zF0vEmjikvCuz920-O5KizEJoUx5zBYUf-clIoqOaujO7dnl8Sq8AnHuL9syqLVzKoD5ndvqE4dyvg94/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" width="226" /></a>Well I am officially feeling huge! I am half way to 25 weeks pregnant and I can't suck in my belly anymore. Not that I was trying to before, but sometimes it was sort of comforting knowing that I could still do it. This little girl is quite an active little tyke. She moves... and moves... and moves... and then moves some more. I swear she never stops. At first I LOVED it and now I am starting to get a little irritated. Especially when I am trying to sleep at night! I of course still love feeling her moving but sometimes I fear it is a sign of things to come. Carter didn't move nearly this much and he turned out to be a never ending ball of energy. Since the day Carter was born he just wouldn't stop moving! What does this say about this little girl who is constantly spinning in circles?! I am not sure if I can handle another one just like Carter- although I will give him this- he is the most adorable little kid EVER and if baby number two is anything like that then I will sure be one lucky lady. I am secretly hoping she comes out with little red curls like I did when I was born. Ok ok... so I wasn't actually BORN with hair but eventually when it grew in I had luscious locks of curly red hair. Wouldn't that just be the cutest thing ever? I have a feeling she will be darker like Carter is though. A girl can still dream right?<br />
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Feeling this baby move so early was awesome because Kaleb and Carter both have been able to feel her for weeks. At first they had to press against my stomach to feel her little flip flops but now they just have to lay their hands gently on my stomach because she sure kicks hard! Carter always lays on my belly especially first thing in the morning and sings to her or talks to her about his day or preschool. He is always putting his hand on my stomach and moves it up and down himself and says "Look mom! The baby is moving!" Hahaha. I just hope that when she actually comes that he will love her as much instead of dwelling on the fact that he isn't the center of attention anymore. We have been trying to work on that with him. For 3 years it has been all about him and I am pretty sure he will have a hard time sharing mommy and daddy... and especially Grandma Scholes!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxMAFEMb3sCDjzLd-oIWkx_OGilaVy3UYv22TtHmDFvKjtsHe6Vi-VXp2flXinzClEt9Epvlm9HOrJNv6xe760BFTL9I71UPZl5GJ93R2OIqsE6AZo7LW1JnEaBmMpCIRwr8vYr38P-Yd/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxMAFEMb3sCDjzLd-oIWkx_OGilaVy3UYv22TtHmDFvKjtsHe6Vi-VXp2flXinzClEt9Epvlm9HOrJNv6xe760BFTL9I71UPZl5GJ93R2OIqsE6AZo7LW1JnEaBmMpCIRwr8vYr38P-Yd/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" width="213" /></a>This pregnancy has been different in so many ways. I was much sicker this time around. I finally stopped puking all the time a few weeks ago but I still am nauseous sometimes and it stinks! I am also a lot bigger at this point than I was with Carter, but I have been told that always happens with your second and third etc. I also have been experiencing round ligament pains since I was about 10 weeks along. At first I didn't know what it was. I though for sure I was going to die or that my woman parts were just going to fall out of my body because of the pain. I thought something was wrong with the baby. My best friend told me it was probably round ligament pains but when I looked that up on the internet it said that round ligament pain was off and on and was a shooting pain at random times. This was definitely not that. My pain was constant and almost like a dull thudding ache that got worse the more I walked around. But of course T was right because she is so brilliant like that and my doc told me it was indeed round ligament pain. She said mine was a severe case which is not super uncommon and that it would not go away until the baby was born (UGH!). In fact she said it would only get worse the bigger the baby grew (DOUBLE UGH!) and that Tylenol (the only thing I can really even take) doesn't help. So it's just something I have to deal with constantly every single day, slowly getting more and more painful until the day I deliver and maybe beyond. Hmmm... I wonder which will be worse, this constant pain for the next 15 weeks (more precisely 105 days) or childbirth? If I could choose I would hands down take childbirth over this- but lucky me I get BOTH! lol. And always the cherry on top- a few weeks ago i started feeling sciatic nerve pain down my lower back and butt cheek on the right side of my body- probably brought on by both pregnancy and the fact that I was not moving so well to begin with so maybe a nerve somehow got pinched. That almost hurts more than the round ligament pain sometimes especially when I sleep. It's been a fun couple of weeks that's for sure!<br />
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To be honest though it sounds worse than it is. Actually, scratch that. It is just as bad as it sounds. But I really don't mind it as much as I thought I would. I tried for years to get pregnant with this little miracle baby and I am just so thankful that I even get to bring her into this world. I am so incredibly grateful that I was chosen out of every other woman on this planet to be the mother of this little girl and that Heavenly Father thought I was qualified enough to teach her and raise her to be the kind of woman He would be proud of. I'll take pain and torture any day just for an opportunity like this one. And what is 9 months compared to a lifetime of happiness? I'm pretty darn excited :)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibqNhznwA-7MjoYSXcLx391BjXBIyCEVMiCbqwFv-yII3bFtvxylQpKIw8374Y9Nzk72K2bDbCOw9auvjoCc0_l6q3VLxB2gHWxjnmpLiDrpG9eLKV0hdNxhYYUWiR7XQwrG15E0b91AH/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibqNhznwA-7MjoYSXcLx391BjXBIyCEVMiCbqwFv-yII3bFtvxylQpKIw8374Y9Nzk72K2bDbCOw9auvjoCc0_l6q3VLxB2gHWxjnmpLiDrpG9eLKV0hdNxhYYUWiR7XQwrG15E0b91AH/s320/IMG_5159.JPG" width="213" /></a>In other news, Kaleb is now working for the Church in Salt Lake City in one of the branches of their Temple Department. He has been home for the last two weeks working remote and it has been awesome! I love having him home all the time! It has been a little hard for Carter to not bug him constantly and want to play with him all the time, but he is figuring it out. It's fun to have Kaleb here when Carter does the cute things he does. He misses a lot of it when he is gone working and pictures and texts are just not the same as the real thing. We are still selling our house and we just barely put it on the market yesterday. It took us forever! We wanted to get things cleaned and looking their best as well as setting up a blog and posting it on a few different sites and in some papers before we put a sign out. But it is now officially for sale! It is a little sad, but I am confident that this was the right decision for us at this time and we will just leave it in the Lord's hand's. It could potentially take FOREVER to sell (if it even sells at all!) but I have to be positive and just hope that the Lord will make a way for us.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpsjTxvR7kNc8UNkO9MMrs5qFYF3mOeenHePT7kiDsjDWX773mW4GkVT5WJrL3K6-gMPEQQU38lbm-Ur4Xezb-7DH9QDj7TX18MNYuXnHnVyGAYI1ZDQsm7vpIXViPYOAXt3ouQDv-FO-/s1600/IMG_0975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpsjTxvR7kNc8UNkO9MMrs5qFYF3mOeenHePT7kiDsjDWX773mW4GkVT5WJrL3K6-gMPEQQU38lbm-Ur4Xezb-7DH9QDj7TX18MNYuXnHnVyGAYI1ZDQsm7vpIXViPYOAXt3ouQDv-FO-/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" width="199" /></a>Carter is now officially Spiderman. I swear that kid is the funniest child ever. He gets onto these kicks and latches on tight and won't let go until something else comes along. He isn't even quite 3 years old yet but he understands so much more than I give him credit for. All he ever wants to watch is spiderman. At first I thought that the cartoon was too mature for him- not violent or anything but I thought he wouldn't understand the plot or what was going on. Boy did he prove me wrong a thousand times over! He is always running around saving me from the green goblin and other various villains and "climbing" up the walls and web slinging from couch to couch. One minute he is Spiderman saving the world! And the next minute he takes on his mask and becomes Peter Parker. It has been very entertaining these last few weeks. He knows all of the characters and pretends to be talking to each of them. We switch it up a lot and sometimes he watches the really old spiderman from like the 60's and other times he watches the newer one from the 90's. Lately he wants to watch spiderman and his amazing friends which is something completely different. So crazy that netflix offers so much! We have had to cut back on his cartoon watching because he figured out how to run netflix by himself and when one show is over he will start another one without me knowing. What started out as me letting him watch one show turns into like 3 or 4 because I am busy cleaning or doing something else! Now I have to keep a close eye on him the little rascal. :) He definitely is his fathers son. He is in love with the computer and knows how to run the mouse. He plays these little learning games on the computer and won't let me sit with him to help. He does it all himself and you know what? He does it right! Sometimes I think I know less about this computer than he does.<br />
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Once again I have made a small thought into a huge long boring blog post! I forgot how nice it is to have an outlet for my thoughts. Hopefully I will remain stalwart in my blogging, but for some reason I doubt it! Hope everyone is having an EXCELLENT fall! Once we get our pumpkins carved finally I will post some of those pictures. <br />
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<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-2989950667363616792011-09-20T18:15:00.000-07:002011-09-20T18:15:12.531-07:00Ch-ch-ch-changes!Wow, this is a long one, so prepare yourself! Take an eye break every few minutes so that you don't go blind from all the random things I'm saying as I try and string my jumbled thoughts into words and complete sentences :)<br />
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Things around here have been crazy! No posts from me for over a year. That should tell you how great I am with talking about my life! Things happen daily and I think "I should really blog about this" and then the moment passes and I forget all about writing it down. I told myself I would blog when I had something truly wonderful to say and I suppose that has finally happened in a couple of different ways.<br />
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First of all some of you know and some of you don't but Kaleb and I had been trying to conceive for about 2 1/2 years. Right after Carter was born we both felt like we should start trying again to have another baby. It seems crazy and believe me, I thought so too. I wasn't completely sure it was the right thing until I realized the reason we needed to start trying again so soon was because it looked like I would have some infertility issues. That also seemed crazy to me since getting pregnant with Carter happened so suddenly and somewhat accidentally. But Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways and a refiners fire I had to face in my life was desperately wanting another baby for 2+ years and not being able to have one while every friend around me had one (and sometimes 2!) while I was left barren and broken. I felt a lot of self pity and didn't feel like I was fulfilling my divine duty as a woman on this earth. It was quite a difficult few years full of tears and a constant and draining emotional roller coaster of feelings. I found a fertility doctor early on and she worked with me through different health issues that were new since having Carter and we started treatments to help me conceive. One of the most comforting (and saddest) parts was the fact that I wasn't alone. My best friend was going through the same thing after having 3 children of her own and it was so nice to have someone who actually understood what I was feeling to talk to.<br />
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After so many months of trying and failing I finally found out I was pregnant! There were so many happy emotions and my heart was so full of joy I thought it would burst until I found out that my best friend was also expecting! Just like with our last boys, our next babies are due within a week of each other! I truly and honestly believe that Heavenly Father knew what we would be facing and gave us each other to be able to comfort and strengthen each other through such a sad and depressing time. But oh the happiness we both feel now!! I am due at the beginning of February and am literally counting down the days. To top it all off, yesterday we went in for my 20 week ultrasound and found out the gender of the baby. I told myself it didn't matter what the gender was, I was just happy to be having a baby at all. I didn't mind having another boy because I love Carter so much and he brings me so much happiness each and every day. But secretly I really wanted a girl and always have. I think Kaleb deep deep down wanted a little baby girl as well even though he played it cool and said it didn't matter to him. Well we went in for the ultrasound and this baby just kept moving and squirming all over the place! The ultrasound tech was so funny and kept talking to the baby and telling it that it was being a naughty baby and it needed to stop dancing and playing around. The tech was having a hard time seeing all the things on her little checklist that she needed to see including the heart and certain bones that rule out diseases and down syndrome etc. We finally had to hold my stomach with our hands in certain places so that the baby would stop moving and so that the tech could get a clear picture. After what seemed like forever the tech finally showed us the body parts we had been waiting to see and told us that it is.... a <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">GIRL</b></span>! I was so so so happy and could not contain my grin for the whole rest of the day. Seriously, I walked around with this slap happy look on my face. Right after we left the doctors office, Kaleb (yes Kaleb was the one) asked me if I wanted to go shopping to buy some girl things. Uh, heck yeah! We may have been jumping the gun, but I don't care! There were sales going on, and I wanted to buy some girl stuff! I couldn't help but notice the whole time we were shopping Kaleb kept finding the shirts and onesies that said things like "Daddies little girl" and "Daddies princess" while he had a goofy smile on his face. Yeah, he is happy we are having a girl too :)<br />
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In other big exciting news Kaleb has a new job. His job at BYU-Idaho was great and has done well for us for over 3 years but it was time for us to move on. He now has a job with the church again working in Salt Lake City. This is exactly where Kaleb wants to be and has always loved working for the church. He will also have more opportunities to shine and to eventually move up into a position he just loves and wants to be in for the rest of his life, which is not something he could have done at BYUI. We will eventually move down to Utah but for now he will be working from here in Rigby at home until we can sell our house. And in this economy it could take a while to sell it and still get a reasonable amount for it. The biggest thing is that we do not want to lose money on our house so we are willing to stay here for as long as it takes to get an offer we can live with. We haven't put our house on the market yet so we will see how it goes! I have never had to sell a house before and it seems like this huge effort that I really don't want to have to deal with but you gotta do what you gotta do right? Right now I have already started packing up little things that I have no need for anytime soon or other things that are in the way and look messy. We have also started to clean up our yard so that it looks ultra nice for any potential buyers... If anyone has any tips on how to make a somewhat empty house look more welcoming and cozy I could sure use the suggestions!<br />
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The last big thing is that Carter just started preschool a few weeks ago. He is still pretty young, not quite 3 years old yet, but I knew I would be going to school this fall and I wanted him to learn while I was learning too and preschool seemed like the best choice. Carter just loves it! He is always telling me something new that amazes me and constantly talks about Miss Jaime and all of his friends at school. He is growing up way too fast for my liking and sometimes it makes me sad. He seems so big already although it doesn't feel like too long ago that he was just a twinkle in my eye. I know the next 18 years are going to go by in the blink of an eye and I want to savor all the little moments with him as much as I can. He is soooooo excited to be a big brother. He has wanted a sister for as long as I can remember even before I was pregnant. Words cannot even describe how happy he is that it is actually a girl in my belly! He talks non stop about it and his favorite thing to do it yell at my belly (He doesn't think the baby can hear him if he simply talks normally) and tell his baby sister all the things that he has done in the day or about Jesus. He is too precious for words! And I know I will feel the same about this little girl too so I feel so overwhelmingly blessed for all that I have. Its been a whirlwind the past few months and everything seems so new and different. We have all of these new adventures beginning in our lives and I can't wait to get started!<br />
<img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-26513862637007303592010-08-24T08:49:00.000-07:002010-08-24T09:48:10.360-07:00The long and the short of itI have been thinking about potty training Carter for a while now because he has been showing a lot of signs that he is ready. About two weeks ago I decided that I didnt want to change another diaper from him again. I was sick of it. Only because I knew that he could go to the bathroom in the toilet if he really wanted to. So last monday, without knowing what the heck I was doing, I decided I was going to start potty training him. I bought "big boy" underwear that had his favorite things on them and decided to go cold turkey and not use pull-ups at all. The first day was obviously the hardest. Carter has told me for a long time that he has gone potty AFTER he goes, so the first day was a lot like that- except he was in underwear so I chased him around all day cleaning up messes. By the end of the first day he had gone a few times on the potty, but he had also started telling me that he had to go, but then immediately start going in his pants. Progress right? I thought so. It gave me hope :)<br /><br />The next day was much better and he got it right about half the time. It didn't really help that he was peeing much much more than usual because I had read somewhere to give him more fluids the days of potty training so that it makes them more aware that they have to go. Man, he was like a peeing machine! I started getting worried by the end of the 2nd day because he hadn't had a single bowel movement in two days and this is coming from a kid who is EXTREMELY regular. I didn't know how to show Carter that he could just poop in the toilet without him actually doing it first -even if it was in his pants just so I could show him that it goes into the toilet. On the 3rd day, he pretty much had the peeing part down. He told me all day, even if he just had to squeeze one little drop out, that he had to go potty. But, as awesome as that was, he ended up pooping about 3 times in his pants. The first two times he did it, he didn't even tell me and he ran around playing with gross poop in his pants for who knows how long! To make a long story short, we are still working on the pooping. About half the time he tells me before he's got to go, and the other half of the time he starts to go in his pants and then stops and tells me. But at least he ends up going in the toilet, at least a little bit, all of the time! Haha. I have been doing a LOT of running the past two weeks! We are on week two now and he is doing great! Every few days he still has an accident and I'm not sure why, but it is a work in progress! He still wears diapers to bed and at nap time, and we put pull-ups on him when we go out but he is very good about not getting the pull-up wet at all and telling me that he has to go. He loves wearing his big boy underwear!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboAtnl537ZvGmyBxM1bRRhAY74-pjMabs12oBvl7HUvMaYBg5U750IS11SXO9QH3Itr_X5ZVmR-_5akFK9bOkFKYeAdjmjfYYkxENGP8zEwhYCcb3oVi3qEa8bTeHS3jo3rF1FaJcJeUu/s1600/IMG_8160.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboAtnl537ZvGmyBxM1bRRhAY74-pjMabs12oBvl7HUvMaYBg5U750IS11SXO9QH3Itr_X5ZVmR-_5akFK9bOkFKYeAdjmjfYYkxENGP8zEwhYCcb3oVi3qEa8bTeHS3jo3rF1FaJcJeUu/s320/IMG_8160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012132718968914" border="0" /></a>This was the first time I asked him to show me his big boy underwear, but he told me he had to go potty instead!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV8I9pdfIX1Qkn5NZ5QdnCR5SW39iS9eKmhQjp2VP1wmQIEUzV8j8BimgY2jQWxxE5fqw_lx9W-b9CtRdhRh7cC0QCEmPFsiA0c9YBFCQ6mGrOGnHBCbQBhmHRgO4uWA9TUxxfSjZlXnV/s1600/IMG_8171.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV8I9pdfIX1Qkn5NZ5QdnCR5SW39iS9eKmhQjp2VP1wmQIEUzV8j8BimgY2jQWxxE5fqw_lx9W-b9CtRdhRh7cC0QCEmPFsiA0c9YBFCQ6mGrOGnHBCbQBhmHRgO4uWA9TUxxfSjZlXnV/s320/IMG_8171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509012071750317730" border="0" /></a>The second time he was much more willing to show me the underwear and pretty much his whole stomach :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Last night I decided I wanted to cut Carters hair. Now, I have cut his hair lots of times before, but I never cut a lot off. I have been wanting him to grow it out and get kind of a shaggy look I guess. I have only ever done it with scissors before, but this time <a href="http://kalebscholes.com/blog/">Kaleb</a> and I decided we would try it out with his hair razor. We tried it with the biggest attachment first (size 7) to see how short it would be, but it didn't cut any hair off it seemed. So we went down a size (to a 6) and Kaleb pushed the button that gets the attachment as close to the head as possible. I though that meant it would just get a little bit closer so that it wouldn't miss any hairs. I didn't realize it would cut all of his hair off! After the first buzz, there was no going back! I was so sad!!! All of his beautiful hair was chopped off. It doesn't look too bad I guess, but it is taking a LOT of getting used to. It also seemed to take a year off of his face. He looks like just a little baby again! Oh well, its just hair right? In a few months it will grow back. He sure is cute no matter how much hair he's got though :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">BEFORE....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRjSr9Fzca-ZU-rGwlCTPMnlEoB9IJ3ajYK_hfMu9-nkUMDVYALc54GNmQz1Zn-7lsszPWssNFObeA5UTLi-_GHjE2bkCpvneisx2BI6iQmeQN5tW50AmoGNE-J_Hd4Y3ykdGAajxBRW4/s1600/DSC_0366_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRjSr9Fzca-ZU-rGwlCTPMnlEoB9IJ3ajYK_hfMu9-nkUMDVYALc54GNmQz1Zn-7lsszPWssNFObeA5UTLi-_GHjE2bkCpvneisx2BI6iQmeQN5tW50AmoGNE-J_Hd4Y3ykdGAajxBRW4/s320/DSC_0366_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509011495628545442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />AFTER!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2g4S7BkmrAY3nSMLFLLlCFBLVbEGwdKeqtCt55eYbOZkwVoQ-sLU5GYS1L3lFOoZtLpOh5OiWq7OA7HeQXuOE5nIPi90bwdbcVTn9LRN6bKieUIL1dEdOUaP49VkoNCJ2YIhjYqIsxSv/s1600/IMG_8198.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2g4S7BkmrAY3nSMLFLLlCFBLVbEGwdKeqtCt55eYbOZkwVoQ-sLU5GYS1L3lFOoZtLpOh5OiWq7OA7HeQXuOE5nIPi90bwdbcVTn9LRN6bKieUIL1dEdOUaP49VkoNCJ2YIhjYqIsxSv/s320/IMG_8198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509010834149246146" border="0" /></a>Don't mind the big bruise on his forehead- just another day in the life of Carter<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8095nboHRKhXQwHuhuw35_n5xMeqOFBcizpFQtIRu41JSthvfFQHi1Vouaw3IUzXB1ffg4E_r-GFN5GWSZG0uWhksuArBRV0urcT31PITF6KO85Bso4UCyhAETJVIupunuTlEyMjx2NJ4/s1600/IMG_8192.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8095nboHRKhXQwHuhuw35_n5xMeqOFBcizpFQtIRu41JSthvfFQHi1Vouaw3IUzXB1ffg4E_r-GFN5GWSZG0uWhksuArBRV0urcT31PITF6KO85Bso4UCyhAETJVIupunuTlEyMjx2NJ4/s320/IMG_8192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509010968497758642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-68949735178644440782010-08-20T11:54:00.000-07:002010-08-20T13:27:36.789-07:00There's no place like home!The past couple of, well, months really, have been a whirlwind. We have been out of town so much it feels like we are never in our own beds anymore. I have been so bad at blogging and have so many pictures to post its going to be crazy. I will just do the highlights I guess!<br /><br />The last week of June we went up to Canada to see <a href="http://kalebscholes.com/blog/">Kaleb</a>'s sister Jasmine and her family for about a week. It was a blast except for the fact that I got an eye infection and wasnt able to see out of one eye the whole trip. But it was so nice to see Jasmine and Jared and finally get to meet their 8 month old little girl Molly. Carter just adored her and kept smothering her (literally) with hugs and kisses. <a href="http://kalebscholes.com/blog/">Kaleb</a>'s parents were up there as well so we were finally all together as a family for the first time in a year and a half. We did lots of fun things but mostly it was just nice to sit and talk with Jazz and Jared and catch up. I love you guys and miss you! Here are some pictures of the trip.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IvAyYD4QTXBpCoDN-icnzpsfAO3Ln9QaXwYMY_yGGDEcWWDLju2QzAoG7LB5-FxlUOHyGJNzYS-GXvPkFQrdhvr9wCRx-NMioSq1CL1ZDnFfdbwyhsis6KdyjlBhCp6ixgKgTtcti1Yf/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IvAyYD4QTXBpCoDN-icnzpsfAO3Ln9QaXwYMY_yGGDEcWWDLju2QzAoG7LB5-FxlUOHyGJNzYS-GXvPkFQrdhvr9wCRx-NMioSq1CL1ZDnFfdbwyhsis6KdyjlBhCp6ixgKgTtcti1Yf/s320/IMG_6330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507576409391033122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMraJco1kHvgS3bf76GXfUutPTEusAzcT-gQZX_azbgjIwiHslcwYpMq8OiF8XdfrP1Ybf4moBI4lk4EgTpVj-RhFwG69-oO1TPDhwL8n7-rXHUdPbSowZHmAZ3VIVCN3Ge-Pr51mOaS_S/s1600/IMG_6308.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMraJco1kHvgS3bf76GXfUutPTEusAzcT-gQZX_azbgjIwiHslcwYpMq8OiF8XdfrP1Ybf4moBI4lk4EgTpVj-RhFwG69-oO1TPDhwL8n7-rXHUdPbSowZHmAZ3VIVCN3Ge-Pr51mOaS_S/s320/IMG_6308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507576089357417570" border="0" /></a>At the hoodoos (is that spelled right?)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGn514fTtbOsO9ZL_sTQvrpotMV9EIRUxl3qMTdR7VmnufGtxkFNsq3rv1Xcd1_IonA8N_1AbIBQtdUv3iNlE-EHCKTBWoPx-fPVEIJVTFUa1k_rTVPjXVkb-zEMz29HI1HtFzJJJBe1L/s1600/IMG_6701.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGn514fTtbOsO9ZL_sTQvrpotMV9EIRUxl3qMTdR7VmnufGtxkFNsq3rv1Xcd1_IonA8N_1AbIBQtdUv3iNlE-EHCKTBWoPx-fPVEIJVTFUa1k_rTVPjXVkb-zEMz29HI1HtFzJJJBe1L/s320/IMG_6701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507576073519819602" border="0" /></a>At Calaway Park in Clagary Canada. A very small Theme Park. Carter loved it! These were his favorite rides. First there was the train... I think he rode that thing 20 times.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1CxtSIQGnKwiH9RIqAXwpWDshQFmpIlFEwhayXtrUp4rw7sTbXHqNmOiU4AK6F_T8UZsyHGB0r0FR24o4WouMewpZLfyc9noBUkeGuKa1VbFmMjZW2h0XkLVoTc3jA-Xc68lhTy3STpi/s1600/IMG_6677.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1CxtSIQGnKwiH9RIqAXwpWDshQFmpIlFEwhayXtrUp4rw7sTbXHqNmOiU4AK6F_T8UZsyHGB0r0FR24o4WouMewpZLfyc9noBUkeGuKa1VbFmMjZW2h0XkLVoTc3jA-Xc68lhTy3STpi/s320/IMG_6677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507576069674446946" border="0" /></a>Then there were the cars... of course. He can't get enough of anything that has to do with cars. Loving his ride with Grandma!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YpVYPOEHd-dgboKa9SzoAr9sZx2oKhVXHNoV9nVoxZgeZm54MXSDKwHfSaR2F_SlwTHW8v5xYYj8EW5DlxukoXlyDXHHumyUHdBhbuAx8my-eh5CpFXFClzgLOCSBIVmgmG5X71vwn1o/s1600/IMG_6560.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YpVYPOEHd-dgboKa9SzoAr9sZx2oKhVXHNoV9nVoxZgeZm54MXSDKwHfSaR2F_SlwTHW8v5xYYj8EW5DlxukoXlyDXHHumyUHdBhbuAx8my-eh5CpFXFClzgLOCSBIVmgmG5X71vwn1o/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507576067047589122" border="0" /></a>The airplanes were not as fun for him because he had to sit in my lap, but he still really enjoyed it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEKXsI9zR7mDC7gWkdHiNtSt_vjqdVI0KW5RbTIV4-6uEbcJ_zL7_lwZWxDFrp_CSnUV2qHtywTV648jvqQXTyuDEgB3sn33NxSINCcj3lTRw-c8OUNWrosEL781Hn0XbjYTk9CyQgAzF/s1600/IMG_6459.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEKXsI9zR7mDC7gWkdHiNtSt_vjqdVI0KW5RbTIV4-6uEbcJ_zL7_lwZWxDFrp_CSnUV2qHtywTV648jvqQXTyuDEgB3sn33NxSINCcj3lTRw-c8OUNWrosEL781Hn0XbjYTk9CyQgAzF/s320/IMG_6459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575824108187794" border="0" /></a>This was the first ride he went on and he just went crazy with happiness. He giggled and laughed the whole time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZYhWBYugW2pJ-7a5WeA3U-iBYv-tLy0BZP9rZK0keaeTOxOhLZ7ZeNoCllt3QcO1JMYLgE-JLcs3mwos64kjfqB6OjDyzMFiOfRZ-_cubeL4Q1OYVaTlMCt2lEzaPjomDx35bMTaXrOV/s1600/IMG_6859.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZYhWBYugW2pJ-7a5WeA3U-iBYv-tLy0BZP9rZK0keaeTOxOhLZ7ZeNoCllt3QcO1JMYLgE-JLcs3mwos64kjfqB6OjDyzMFiOfRZ-_cubeL4Q1OYVaTlMCt2lEzaPjomDx35bMTaXrOV/s320/IMG_6859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507578311579240754" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was a no nap day because we were at the theme park all day, so he just crashed by the time we left. An elephant stampede wouldn't have been able to wake him.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDakA-Yq-TkL3QQ8eECJGnSvvl-_YmZOUrbG9F5OzlbGPI-uZb3k4TIcTqI0dFoBibbXyMdUteTXq2PWhFZ4MWITcC2qnmDjubmVs6tyY-6K79LXli5f6BsYFBt1QMn4Kr1oZhrKtPXVqg/s1600/IMG_7377.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDakA-Yq-TkL3QQ8eECJGnSvvl-_YmZOUrbG9F5OzlbGPI-uZb3k4TIcTqI0dFoBibbXyMdUteTXq2PWhFZ4MWITcC2qnmDjubmVs6tyY-6K79LXli5f6BsYFBt1QMn4Kr1oZhrKtPXVqg/s320/IMG_7377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575819687910258" border="0" /></a><a href="http://kalebscholes.com/blog/">Kaleb</a> and Jasmine with the little cousins!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1QfYSGQSHtdo6kTXbhSvXZ29sQfE-Vmmk_Bo5rkxvrUBb2iO7lRjYav8XXUj5JJ_IwyD7MG4WQpsuIvw5csQc1D4ErH9JvEae12UiYo-9Z4mJoBp2NtI8wrprc1zZtJLNHfIV0m6ohpH/s1600/IMG_7278.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1QfYSGQSHtdo6kTXbhSvXZ29sQfE-Vmmk_Bo5rkxvrUBb2iO7lRjYav8XXUj5JJ_IwyD7MG4WQpsuIvw5csQc1D4ErH9JvEae12UiYo-9Z4mJoBp2NtI8wrprc1zZtJLNHfIV0m6ohpH/s320/IMG_7278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575814412064082" border="0" /></a>Carter and Molly<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YD-NnVX1IZOAbcombzbcIoBZ0j2PYD2067Xa0s962HQt5orU22RG2McJZ7Ry8OrTbE-SD5IZGRkURaEGabaUqewSmjWt9qUa-Lfx0cy1eHDYdK7Qdl4ul-pysUD7EQQ_waqMQrfBhk5m/s1600/IMG_7023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YD-NnVX1IZOAbcombzbcIoBZ0j2PYD2067Xa0s962HQt5orU22RG2McJZ7Ry8OrTbE-SD5IZGRkURaEGabaUqewSmjWt9qUa-Lfx0cy1eHDYdK7Qdl4ul-pysUD7EQQ_waqMQrfBhk5m/s320/IMG_7023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575809364459554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KFCchxYRIlefZf2XE3UPUnT4KJIL62PsNS5Kb8uT0sWXw2sgTtUmmLZaIbVClNupaZRT8p_1vPveXiqaFoqu0axCoayAS8lDXdqrLWC9urkb8W5taILzeDNVwezeepkpsL_bqJBh9_d3/s1600/IMG_7086.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KFCchxYRIlefZf2XE3UPUnT4KJIL62PsNS5Kb8uT0sWXw2sgTtUmmLZaIbVClNupaZRT8p_1vPveXiqaFoqu0axCoayAS8lDXdqrLWC9urkb8W5taILzeDNVwezeepkpsL_bqJBh9_d3/s320/IMG_7086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575800505541810" border="0" /></a>Scholes family picture! We haven't had an updated one since I was pregnant with Carter.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />After we left Canada we drove down through Coeur d'Alene on our way home to visit my family. It was nice to see everyone even though my brother and his wife had moved down to Utah and Rach wasnt home from her mission yet. It was weird not having everyone there that I was used to, but it was still a nice visit. I miss my family a lot. My older sister <a href="http://aisforamazing.blogspot.com/">Ashleigh </a>was kind enough to take our picture so that we could finally actually have one. She is a budding photographer and I think we were the first ones outside of her own family that she took family pictures of. I am honored to be the first and we were extremely impressed with her skills and how our pictures turned out. I LOVE them.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSuynNqmMyvpSyeQ_jz2HOqVgQqb8DYZAWd7t5VBgk7YrIls-sv1FGxYPnsa9Qfq8hNB6sZvk0IbkjsZQFBzoULkWwvftr8wr_8QDlouEMx-9QwvFt0MwPx0f_RkmlRdPPJFaLJtSiB6Q/s1600/DSC_0406.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSuynNqmMyvpSyeQ_jz2HOqVgQqb8DYZAWd7t5VBgk7YrIls-sv1FGxYPnsa9Qfq8hNB6sZvk0IbkjsZQFBzoULkWwvftr8wr_8QDlouEMx-9QwvFt0MwPx0f_RkmlRdPPJFaLJtSiB6Q/s320/DSC_0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575300386505650" border="0" /></a>Tired Boy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBKpMD3VeO3qHqjDt2s8hyphenhyphenxeXVoxnHHq2Qwi3pBpa05S9Y8uPPd1zkuzB3ey819YUnIF_ggi6YitSmEZEXtixB14NQknEAZaMUAiW-4w38YES3CjhyT1fj4b3RsXaflY2OFn-UqvkXYGw/s1600/DSC_0401_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBKpMD3VeO3qHqjDt2s8hyphenhyphenxeXVoxnHHq2Qwi3pBpa05S9Y8uPPd1zkuzB3ey819YUnIF_ggi6YitSmEZEXtixB14NQknEAZaMUAiW-4w38YES3CjhyT1fj4b3RsXaflY2OFn-UqvkXYGw/s320/DSC_0401_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575299225936242" border="0" /></a>Love these colors! Just what I wanted thanks Ash!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQo71j0fbj-LwBUyd1gJAvlx3spsCFbBofyoWWD3cW3TiDW02frO2sAnz1Gi3gSgBxPNtNw6Nc7sxUWcpcMg10rImGMS1R-ZvufyXrCq3jjHxKtfKg1k_jn9gs_E9Ljtr6Rad5FwCOpPy/s1600/DSC_0369_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQo71j0fbj-LwBUyd1gJAvlx3spsCFbBofyoWWD3cW3TiDW02frO2sAnz1Gi3gSgBxPNtNw6Nc7sxUWcpcMg10rImGMS1R-ZvufyXrCq3jjHxKtfKg1k_jn9gs_E9Ljtr6Rad5FwCOpPy/s320/DSC_0369_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575145924701810" border="0" /></a>Pretty much describes his personality in one shot<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2p3f3RUFpJNEIFudA0vjn21SaJZ7oWDZNsr2nP_LiMeG3BFICnjQiwfIGjchnFhRUy2aVx_GC2d8iDk8Gjybrl1k4svknJbTUETtmVE0D1OlRa05P0UFw7XpHFYQ36Bg2bpN62dLcELS/s1600/DSC_0332_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2p3f3RUFpJNEIFudA0vjn21SaJZ7oWDZNsr2nP_LiMeG3BFICnjQiwfIGjchnFhRUy2aVx_GC2d8iDk8Gjybrl1k4svknJbTUETtmVE0D1OlRa05P0UFw7XpHFYQ36Bg2bpN62dLcELS/s320/DSC_0332_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575141322246498" border="0" /></a>Father and son. My two favorite people in the world.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAzLfiBEC_QxsFkyZCpBUe5ADsvCIqo0YT3HZbdF2K565MaTbyMSsnEIvrGeBj1NINtVLxyjw_5mWpyPsGebmLSj_5H4Itr8EvSpqL1oAD4Ef3nIJVaUXAqpQjnM4sF9K9rFM5fRVlC2y/s1600/DSC_0303_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAzLfiBEC_QxsFkyZCpBUe5ADsvCIqo0YT3HZbdF2K565MaTbyMSsnEIvrGeBj1NINtVLxyjw_5mWpyPsGebmLSj_5H4Itr8EvSpqL1oAD4Ef3nIJVaUXAqpQjnM4sF9K9rFM5fRVlC2y/s320/DSC_0303_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507575140739547730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMt-VmRSjmFBR8dkwpWmGXMazAOGKbnEikGlOzO2wVKT7lD3UpjWDCHk38uwEZq9PqqBv5F23IPudbX0hZ7r3P_bx2UyyhEBlRfGbu_nSAYUmJNmOmt7-gz4bBeMdt7TUBGxT_Hfa8tmUX/s1600/DSC_0265_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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It was messy, but super fun.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSJ78ZVJhsRraZibQrTRR-BXGNWfmsdmkwrOFRpGKsTUmO6Va2JkmTb6i6IsEXcbqOfbdU22-xAZJN8aOsZ2y12r20RrTnWtJv0W2ieonWz-61rvYhZfMDKFY6PCN2TQUbGtBvhZK9LFH/s1600/DSC_0112_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSJ78ZVJhsRraZibQrTRR-BXGNWfmsdmkwrOFRpGKsTUmO6Va2JkmTb6i6IsEXcbqOfbdU22-xAZJN8aOsZ2y12r20RrTnWtJv0W2ieonWz-61rvYhZfMDKFY6PCN2TQUbGtBvhZK9LFH/s320/DSC_0112_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507574832926266498" border="0" /></a>My favorite picture of all. I love this little family of mine<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We also played at fort sherman park with Carter. I used to love this park as a teenager and was super excited to take Carter there to play. He really liked it. It is like a huge wooden palace! I wish I had taken pictures of the whole playground. Of course Carter found the things with steering wheels and latched onto them so that other kids couldn't get a turn. haha<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9m_CqsgPwkOcuB_5gShAelLMI5iZP970jTdPbfl2mXMnNeyEDjrAZjEhaNo256rOeEfA37YaO5OPF8JWg1QoEAv9bofEmSgtuG8HKVhU1kfTYWHECVKLyfKGvlnDIPFhdEI4kcaw0K7f/s1600/IMG_7487.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9m_CqsgPwkOcuB_5gShAelLMI5iZP970jTdPbfl2mXMnNeyEDjrAZjEhaNo256rOeEfA37YaO5OPF8JWg1QoEAv9bofEmSgtuG8HKVhU1kfTYWHECVKLyfKGvlnDIPFhdEI4kcaw0K7f/s320/IMG_7487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507574498565385250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tDpNIC7TiNiomYm6CXyo3f6O-JP3zC85OqpuSuIpoRPJo-qz20K3fKblhtYgNN3plhRSH0cVc9EQvffICFvldCzuXjSgJ0Tw3OD8SZhyd7m81nlRSz4sjeMRAtSpjHvTCAA0MNTO5ZKl/s1600/IMG_7580.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tDpNIC7TiNiomYm6CXyo3f6O-JP3zC85OqpuSuIpoRPJo-qz20K3fKblhtYgNN3plhRSH0cVc9EQvffICFvldCzuXjSgJ0Tw3OD8SZhyd7m81nlRSz4sjeMRAtSpjHvTCAA0MNTO5ZKl/s320/IMG_7580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507574476868062802" border="0" /></a><a href="http://kalebscholes.com/blog/">Kaleb</a> being a macho man. haha<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDkh8gJV1MDemoMTgjgyjwEuXubdmPOVSaFmGJCHA7CUJ-PxwUUgkKhd-hIfBIJi-MpAKfX5TYJ7Wr4nn6WCxRgK96S1yDOyeNuhnzDq0GRUy-5dMFGmVOysGU92mJs0QkaPZGzCfaTJw/s1600/IMG_7599.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDkh8gJV1MDemoMTgjgyjwEuXubdmPOVSaFmGJCHA7CUJ-PxwUUgkKhd-hIfBIJi-MpAKfX5TYJ7Wr4nn6WCxRgK96S1yDOyeNuhnzDq0GRUy-5dMFGmVOysGU92mJs0QkaPZGzCfaTJw/s320/IMG_7599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507574471508104930" border="0" /></a>Carter pulling out all of the grass and giving it to me as a present. How thoughtful :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDmRpQACtTwS5GFeMI48xcPoAFCyux9w8BSPqrrIpEpD1fzzkoQKFQvyRvh80WZAxFuMGc8_v8IvXLjg2KrCUZsU5uXXZPQEW9i8H61FlDwVZKwQ52oYXZQB9Vkgvn3XQFdbWcpMk3UyM/s1600/IMG_7610.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDmRpQACtTwS5GFeMI48xcPoAFCyux9w8BSPqrrIpEpD1fzzkoQKFQvyRvh80WZAxFuMGc8_v8IvXLjg2KrCUZsU5uXXZPQEW9i8H61FlDwVZKwQ52oYXZQB9Vkgvn3XQFdbWcpMk3UyM/s320/IMG_7610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507574469293379586" border="0" /></a>The most beautiful place on earth :) :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A few days after we came home from cda we learned that my grandpa Jensen (my mom's father) had passed away in his sleep. I headed back up to cda for the funeral thanks to my very thoughtful and generous best friend who let me use her frequent flyer miles to buy a plane ticket. It was so nice to spend another week with my family and get to see all of my extended family even under the sad circumstances. My grandpa was a very short man and as soon as I grew taller than him I would jokingly rub it in his face. Every time I would say "Grandpa, I'm taller than you!" He would always say "Ahhh, but when you are wiser than me, then we"ll talk." I miss him. He was a very funny man and everyone who met him instantly loved him. I am glad he is in a place where he cant feel anymore pain or sadness. I love you grandpa!<br /><br />When I finally came home from cda it felt like not much time had passed before we were going out of town again, but this time we were Utah bound. It was a spur of the moment idea and we left a few hours after deciding to go. We were going to visit my brother and his family in Lehi but they were out of town. We went to the Pioneer parade in Salt Lake City and spent the rest of the day at Raging Waters. It was one of the funnest days we have had in a long time. Carter just couldn't get enough of the tidal wave pool they had and all of the water toys. It truly was a blast. Once we came home from Utah, we started getting the house ready for my family to come and visit. My little sister Rachael was finishing up her LDS Mission down in SLC. They were coming through on there way to pick her up. It was super nice to see my family AGAIN in such a short amount of time! I just love them so much it is nice to see them whenever we can. I got to see Rachael for a day too on their way back to cda. I am excited she is home so that I can talk to her whenever I want now!<br /><br />To finish up, (its about time, I know I know!) we went to Utah again this last weekend to make a trip to IKEA and to finally visit my brother in Lehi. It was really a fun little weekend we had withthem! And after months and months of coveting a mirror at IKEA, we were finally able to bring it the hundreds of miles home, as well as a couple of other furniture items. We are great lovers of IKEA :) Also, we went to Cowabunga Bay with Jesh, Brooke and the kids. What a fun place! It is a water park that sort of reminds me of the game Mouse Trap. It was fun to spend the time with my brother and his family. I am glad they are now so much closer to us then when they lived in Northern Idaho.<br /><br />Whew! What a busy few months! I am glad things are settling down and that we have more time in our own bed and on my very own pillow. I love my bed :) Don't get me wrong, I LOVE to travel and see people I know and love. But what they say is true, there is just no place like home!<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDa9p7BsAwSR4NFJ-XJ912ZkAhuIO1PTYg91OTYoTmB4mXyzRF2FPXGi9xue_YiqrS3EUGKezh2KE6SKcWuF8AUu4LFDQziBFk-srIieR7ko3-6oRGJWdbni6JW1rrdnYiMoQI05oHgHK/s1600/IMG_7086.jpg"><br /></a><br /><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-58209798962727262222010-07-23T10:41:00.000-07:002010-07-23T11:43:53.022-07:00VegitationOur yard has been one giant work in progress. I think that the people who built our house did it in a big hurry and just shoved trees and shrubs in without even thinking about it just to make the house sell faster. Nothing has any rhyme or reason to it. The shrubs are in a crooked line, the trees dont make any sense in their relativity to one another and the flower beds were just a mess. Also, we had this giant dirt mound in our back yard that looked like a failed attempt at landscaping. It was horrible. And it seemed like all of the people who have lived here since didn't put one ounce of work into making it better. Well, Kaleb and I wanted something more, something nicer so we have spent all summer thus far trying to make our yard pretty. It has been a lot more work than either of us anticipated it would be, and we quickly realized all of our dreams would have to come true as time passes. We just don't have enough of a summer, or enough of a budget for that matter, to complete all of the things on our to-do list. The items on the list for next summer are to put a fence in (hooray!), expand the deck, and put in a patio where the back garage door is. As well as keeping the yard up.<br /><br />The main work that was done this summer was working on the huge dirt mound. I didnt get pictures of it before we started doing anything to it so these pictures were taken well into the process. And as bad and ugly as it looks, trust me, it was far worse before we started! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcJ3goIg3tN2EWrbk0PJpd13-wqs6B5TjvIU5O4B5xQXWje_9dR1qQCjMAnm58ne7Jtx4XoRM9-C8MloBXEFgz1NW1Rbv-ZXrzlRYYbLF9qy-I_7vFVlOcWxw7aqYEFH8PPUqXIOG0Pmo/s1600/IMG_5636.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcJ3goIg3tN2EWrbk0PJpd13-wqs6B5TjvIU5O4B5xQXWje_9dR1qQCjMAnm58ne7Jtx4XoRM9-C8MloBXEFgz1NW1Rbv-ZXrzlRYYbLF9qy-I_7vFVlOcWxw7aqYEFH8PPUqXIOG0Pmo/s320/IMG_5636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497160725590427106" border="0" /></a>We started putting bricks around the lima bean shaped mound but quickly realized we needed to fix the sprinkler in the center of it which is why there is a tunnel looking thing running through it. The bricks took the longest time because it was just Kaleb and his dad working on it and they had to dig the grass out, make sure it was level the whole way around and trust me, it was a trial and error process. It took a long time to make it completely level. We did end up running out of bricks in the end which you will see in our end pictures. We have yet to go and buy more to finish it off. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXFaLLftejrpM2xDA4kqhl2bZWAfZRbJageEggzbhHvOtHX5VKs9p6hjGOJ49b-6yZDgUs3tARkzpEfvK84qi6DifQioEpPot9XkCBmvNJPhLXXXCh1TaP_IRSZjpsyo6T8eCWbf6xbRC/s1600/IMG_5667.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXFaLLftejrpM2xDA4kqhl2bZWAfZRbJageEggzbhHvOtHX5VKs9p6hjGOJ49b-6yZDgUs3tARkzpEfvK84qi6DifQioEpPot9XkCBmvNJPhLXXXCh1TaP_IRSZjpsyo6T8eCWbf6xbRC/s320/IMG_5667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497161837405978386" border="0" /></a>We (and when i say we, I really mean Kaleb, his dad and brother) then had to rototiller all of the dirt to make it even and level, and mulch in all of the good stuff like some pete moss, some manure (we got for free haha), and some good soil. We did this on memorial day and it ended up raining on us. THAT was a miserable day. While the boys did this, my mother-in-law and I took the rototiller to the flower beds and got all of the dirt loose so we could mulch in some more pete moss and planting soil. There were so many rocks and even giant pieces of cement that someone carelessly thrown in to the dirt. Ugh that was a horrible day. So so so much work and by the end of the day it didnt seem like we had accomplished anything! We were in the yard from about 9 in the morning until 10 at night. But Delaina and I did get some flowers planted and some tomatoes which made me happy! The next week we finally planted our garden with, again, the help of my in-laws. After weeks of nurturing, watering and weeding we finally have something to show for all of our hard work!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy07WIdhzBGvvFyUWSZ21yc7m0MDasyX2U6Gww9Bf22t65ZdzmYz1bNqCM6OWIIPGWPJn2CFzYLiwAGh3ynCVzZ09gtDIMxzzLTGt-7uuOajauWi8yZWIp-QXsyWkVdpVDZbVupUdEI8Ii/s1600/IMG_7806.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy07WIdhzBGvvFyUWSZ21yc7m0MDasyX2U6Gww9Bf22t65ZdzmYz1bNqCM6OWIIPGWPJn2CFzYLiwAGh3ynCVzZ09gtDIMxzzLTGt-7uuOajauWi8yZWIp-QXsyWkVdpVDZbVupUdEI8Ii/s320/IMG_7806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497164736121520162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDueuGTJgVMhNqLp7UTccXtlEBoE1h9C2DQhrj-lp9ZZK7tX9tT4hDrfWpWbvAUyadzoMQMsVBJUzzP8ATu3xlM0-czA2PFJt0zyrzG_5ks1eCOgtNbGQnr58QmwPhHht3ecF9vupNTaQA/s1600/IMG_7819.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDueuGTJgVMhNqLp7UTccXtlEBoE1h9C2DQhrj-lp9ZZK7tX9tT4hDrfWpWbvAUyadzoMQMsVBJUzzP8ATu3xlM0-czA2PFJt0zyrzG_5ks1eCOgtNbGQnr58QmwPhHht3ecF9vupNTaQA/s320/IMG_7819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497164945886915762" border="0" /></a> It is hard to see in all of these pictures, but we have carrots, 4 different types of corn, two different types of onions, cucumbers, zucchini, lettuce, spinach, beets, radishes, russet potatoes, red potatoes, and two kinds of peas. Our radishes are already starting to be ready to eat as well as our spinach and lettuce. Everything came up too except for one row of corn (out of 6) and we only had about 7 potatoes come up and only one little zucchini plant. But that is ok! I am super excited about it and I can't wait to eat fresh veggies for the rest of the summer and part of the fall!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpUk32_9GgTllAa5ZIj_LRDZFsXxFYNaQDdAE1x8wYxPL1-M0Avay5DnPN8BKtY0eeMuspIkPzLJ4_Tv59jfSm3AdeGna3syu-4kiI8qECGU5VBdpbX8M4x0nVTr3jW2MMWOY-dmHDtA9/s1600/IMG_7814.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpUk32_9GgTllAa5ZIj_LRDZFsXxFYNaQDdAE1x8wYxPL1-M0Avay5DnPN8BKtY0eeMuspIkPzLJ4_Tv59jfSm3AdeGna3syu-4kiI8qECGU5VBdpbX8M4x0nVTr3jW2MMWOY-dmHDtA9/s320/IMG_7814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497166246498645650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaxhNy96YJRzqBjl8TUFPmON9r95QRPbUenyppQRZrKA81MyMm78j_prFl9GLJBc_rxrFOPAhD8p6NXynLBaVxOQ8zfJMEjRG6lbPix9mQL7DpKtbP-W7o2YXi-ZVsQg4syQz8iPBG4EG/s1600/IMG_7817.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaxhNy96YJRzqBjl8TUFPmON9r95QRPbUenyppQRZrKA81MyMm78j_prFl9GLJBc_rxrFOPAhD8p6NXynLBaVxOQ8zfJMEjRG6lbPix9mQL7DpKtbP-W7o2YXi-ZVsQg4syQz8iPBG4EG/s320/IMG_7817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497166463507181954" border="0" /></a>Above is our flower garden in the back yard which is a little scarce but hopefully next year we will have more shrubs and foliage to fill it in! You can hardly see it, but we have 4 tomato plants which are already giving us huge tomatoes. Yum yum!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6WCsacVeJAUua5Q0bZIfEnDcRFmb2GM3ovJdwJIga3hEoMhbsOOK8z542Zr5qBr6e_Nq5vWOMIEAfqHELnxczoT997XckCeqVyx8rZu9jO_jSUI86RRSPKvxQZMCPTEfSecRxK24tJCW/s1600/IMG_7820.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6WCsacVeJAUua5Q0bZIfEnDcRFmb2GM3ovJdwJIga3hEoMhbsOOK8z542Zr5qBr6e_Nq5vWOMIEAfqHELnxczoT997XckCeqVyx8rZu9jO_jSUI86RRSPKvxQZMCPTEfSecRxK24tJCW/s320/IMG_7820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497167259968803874" border="0" /></a>We have 7 pepper plants of all different types. We have some small peppers growing but nothing yet to eat. I cant wait though. Both Kaleb and I love love love peppers. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0puvyukqJuND6Q4fR7I-EwsB4oG9CPZVgEjhPCjFRuJ8qjYDWw-kNKZRB6df_XlMOgwvf7d0AK3laryPrDTW7rIuj8oztIePAlwzRZSFqQ0vLG4HnZAcv0Zni0meeSfbrS0JsZUn-Qifh/s1600/IMG_7812.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0puvyukqJuND6Q4fR7I-EwsB4oG9CPZVgEjhPCjFRuJ8qjYDWw-kNKZRB6df_XlMOgwvf7d0AK3laryPrDTW7rIuj8oztIePAlwzRZSFqQ0vLG4HnZAcv0Zni0meeSfbrS0JsZUn-Qifh/s320/IMG_7812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497168850287614642" border="0" /></a>This is one of our flower beds on the side of our house and it was the worst one. It was full of bark and about a billion weeds that were like 3 feet tall. I doubt anyone had touched this part since the bark had been laid down when the house was built. It was a major project removing all of the bark and weeding it. While we were removing the bark, Kaleb and I started to notice centipedes crawling here and there. Once we really got the bark up, we realized it was like a centipede kingdom! There were literally hundreds upon hundreds of them. It made us both so sick to our stomachs that we had to stop and take a break to go and get some poison. Once we let the poison sit for a day or two we finally got it all finished and flowers planted. Once again, it looks a little sparse, but hopefully next year we will have more foliage to fill it in.<br /><br />We also have oregano, basil, cilantro, chives and strawberries growing inside in pots and planters. They have all come up so nicely! Everything is ready to eat and to use up, except the strawberries which I now need to get planted outside. I look forward to eating all of my bountiful harvest for the first time in my life! I also want to thank my in-laws (the gardening king and queen) for so selflessly giving of their time and energy to help us out so many times. They gave up countless hours (literally days at a time) to walk us through simple things that we didn't yet know because we were new to gardening. And I can't forget Andrew, my bother-in-law, who played with Carter so that we could work without interruption! We love you Scholes family!<br /><br /><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-37961314221308331062010-06-15T13:57:00.000-07:002010-06-16T13:57:58.901-07:00Happy Un-Birthday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCmS1Bj1U6XYsXDZyqZesrQJiFdXBYPzB-UupgUdtnlSsIK-Fh932dLz9D2DXWkqLj1RbtWHX6JqN_GEetZk8oLB4MgbNHhKs6JQYGrAIMj392rDVr6E2-Qt4fQSvXHXZj5r7jsiuvLOK/s1600/scholes642010edits-20.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCmS1Bj1U6XYsXDZyqZesrQJiFdXBYPzB-UupgUdtnlSsIK-Fh932dLz9D2DXWkqLj1RbtWHX6JqN_GEetZk8oLB4MgbNHhKs6JQYGrAIMj392rDVr6E2-Qt4fQSvXHXZj5r7jsiuvLOK/s320/scholes642010edits-20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483117715939083154" border="0" /></a><br />So today is carters 18 month un-birthday! He is such a big boy and has grown so much I can't believe it! It makes me feel sad thinking about how my baby isn't really a baby anymore. Well, for anyone who knows Carter or new him when he was a new born or just a few months old knows he was never really a baby. He never took a nap when he was first born until he was 3 months old and started teething. He did sleep through the night right away and I suppose that is all the sleep he thought he needed. He just has always had too much energy. My friend once said to me "Doesn't he know he is a baby and isn't supposed to be able to do those things?" He rolled over early (a little over 1 month old), he sat up without any assistance whatsoever really early (just before 4 months old), he started walking (actually more like running) mega early (8 months) etc etc... you get the picture. I am not saying all of this to boast, but merely to emphasize the fact that the kid never acted like a baby. He always just wanted to be onto the next thing and has never once slowed down to enjoy (or at least let me enjoy) infancy. He is so curious about every little thing around him but he never just sits there to play. He is constantly moving and exploring the world around him. We have been struggling with naps lately because he must think he is too old now. I have been winning the war, but it is a constant battle between us. He is just not tired enough I guess.<br /><br />My favorite part about this age is his imagination. He pretends to eat food and to play with imaginary friends. It is so darn cute! I love when he holds out his palm, grabs some pretend candy or food between his fingers and puts it in my mouth. I gobble it up and say "YUM!" and then he puts some "food" in his mouth and does the same. How do kids learn to pretend? There are so many things he does that I swear I never taught him or showed him, but he figured it out. He is such a helper too. He helps me clean up (although it is his mess we are cleaning and he gets it messy again immediately), he goes and gets things in another room that I ask for, he goes into his room and grabs a diaper and lays down when I say "Lets change your bum!" He also knows when I am sad and need a hug. He lets me cuddle with him and get the comfort I need from his snuggles and kisses. He sees me angry or sad or crying and he comes up to me and puts his arms around me and lays on my shoulder until he sees that I am ok. Then he gives me a big fat kiss and smiles that crooked little smile at me and I can't help but to feel 100% better. It is so wonderful and cute! I really just LOVE this age. The only problem he seems to have is when he isn't allowed to do something. Its like his ears refuse to hear the word "no". Or at least he chooses not care. But I am sure that is to be expected at his age.<br /><br />His vocabulary has exploded in the last few months and he loves to play the copycat game. We will say a word, and he copies it to the best of his ability. He does pretty well with one syllable words, but struggles with two to three syllable ones. I'd say he gets it pretty spot on about 80% of the time. There are so many words he knows and I can't think of every single one off the top of my head, but here are a few:<br />ear<br />eye<br />chin<br />hi<br />bye-bye<br />yeah<br />yes<br />daddy, dad<br />mommy, mom, mama<br />grandma (more like he says a g sound and then ma after- like gma)Andrew (like andoo)<br />nana (for both banana and grandma barlow)<br />car<br />pickle<br />cookie<br />cheese<br />juice<br />milk<br />thank you<br />please<br />binky (haha, more like kinky- he refuses to say the b!)<br />kitty-kitty (more like ki-ki)<br />doggy<br />slide<br />bubbles<br />eat<br />ball<br />shoes<br />socks<br />outside<br />hot<br />ow<br />uh-oh<br />hat<br />I can't think of any others but I know there are more. He also does many animal noises and a few signs if grandma or I help him. I love it! He is my sweet little man and I can't believe that he is now more than half way to being 2 years old. That is just CRAZY! I am so grateful for him in our lives and he just makes my days 100% better for being part of them. We love you Carter!!<br /><br />These are the pictures I had my friend take for Kaleb for Fathers Day, but I think it is appropriate to show you all how cute Carter is before this Sunday :) Enjoy!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIBFS_GIVvbQoPJzjJIHehsli_-ZUau-0sADXaiBG_DUaQI1phJWd-KKOCmB-BRzkrmRlDd1hyEktXdKJx5zxG_SB4Dze3iek4ekpj50_ZRR06JO-87jMjQa0SZKmHXzZ1hcrNuFtdv9r/s1600/scholes642010edits-8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIBFS_GIVvbQoPJzjJIHehsli_-ZUau-0sADXaiBG_DUaQI1phJWd-KKOCmB-BRzkrmRlDd1hyEktXdKJx5zxG_SB4Dze3iek4ekpj50_ZRR06JO-87jMjQa0SZKmHXzZ1hcrNuFtdv9r/s320/scholes642010edits-8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483117627550334114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_Pf3M4JC0-AYZSxzSghszbVVa6UDVhD1Mtr4jbTfL4zjudtfJQJuBogBUIdXCQeBL_Y3hI2LYv3BMSjPwT3YmfeTzTI0I6BI-J2WqLMW0OVwjvlzHm9pvd8JIN-1O_OQtrboqAOf4sME/s1600/scholes642010edits-5.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUhELf5qjRWdwVFlOj6HAuwYZKtfcIZqUdp7fTshsRYkpcTSqK72xw18OSpn15HTwQNAIAQTE2k2eIIm959VlqrZb7VfbDoHKeMQy7MVZQFo3vtYkQ2__kk2Tj1ciU7r3gWEQM6HtmJCY/s320/IMGP2882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483115289214202578" border="0" /></a><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-33034883642157044592010-06-11T10:31:00.000-07:002010-06-11T11:06:28.375-07:00Under Construction!<span style="font-family:georgia;">I have noticed lately how much my blog stinks. I mean, I know I am really not much of a blogger in the first place, but I at least want it to look pretty! Right now it looks like I just picked the most basic layout and fonts (which I did) and didn't put any effort into it (which is also true). But those of you who know me best, (my husband especially) know how computer illiterate I actually am. I had a hard time just figuring out how to create an account on facebook (that really took me a long time and I had to have a roommate do it for me). It really makes no sense, seeing how I have been surrounded by computer savvy people all my life, and then married a computer genius ;) But I guess when that monumental computer moment happened in my life, where it would either make me or break me, turning me into a computer know-how or a just a computer NO-HOW- something didn't click and I turned down that dark road of technology ignorance. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">BUT! I will not let this interfere with my changing my whole life around and making something of my online self. My blog WILL be beautiful and I WILL make you all jealous! Muahahahaha! And... I will probably end up getting my husband to do most of the work, while under the guise of "showing me how to do it", but secretly I wont have the slightest idea what he is talking about. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">For example, my loving sister gave me a couple of links I could follow to help me get some cool fonts and also to make a signature (the signature I finally ended up doing after like an hour and a half of trying... but look how pretty it looks?!!! :) Getting the fonts seemed easy enough but after trying to follow the tutorial I got pretty lost and spent pretty much the entire day yesterday confusing myself over and over again until finally i just said "FORGET IT!" (literally I said it out loud and in utter despair.) When Kaleb got home I asked him to help me and at first he wasn't sure what the tutorial was talking about, but then after a moment or so once he figured out what the end goal was, he had it finished within minutes. MINUTES!!! It had taken me hours. HOURS!! And then he had the nerve to say in his super smart and sexy way something like this- "I could have done that a completely different way and saved you a whole lot of time." Well, I wish I had known that yesterday morning when I first attempted to do it. I secretly thought if I could do it myself then I could show him that I had computer smarts too, but it ended up totally backfiring. Ugh! Hahaha, he is so smart though. I wish I had even 1% of his computer knowledge. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">So, from now until... whenever I get it done, things will probably look somewhat ugly. Things will be stretched, smooshed, cut off, not color coordinated, fonts will be too big, too little, or just won't match, huge gaps may be apparent, but don't worry- I am working on it! (well, hopefully I am- I may have just given up and this is what it is going to look like for good :) Be patient with me and know I am doing this for YOU and for your visual pleasure. And for my ego :D And to those 5 readers that I have, thank you for actually reading and being my friends!!!! </span><br /><img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af78/bbritta27/signature-1.png" />Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-35385544974961255762010-05-05T08:28:00.000-07:002010-05-05T09:13:03.950-07:00Tautphaus Park Zoolast Saturday I wanted to go to the Zoo for my birthday and we just crossed our fingers that the weather would be good. It rained on Friday but when we woke up on Saturday the sun was out and shining in all its glory! I was soooo happy until we actually went outside and realized even though the sun was out, it was still freezing cold! And to top it off, on our way to the Zoo it started to snow! But we were all bundled up and decided just to face whatever weather came our way. It started out pretty nice but by the end it was a downpour so we had to leave the Zoo quickly. All in all it was a nice time though. Carter loves seeing cats and dogs so I thought he would just LOVE the Zoo but it turns out he couldn't care less about the animals. He just wanted to climb on all of the fences and run away from us at top speeds. We went with our friends and their little girl who is Carter age and she sat there in awe looking at all of the animals. She even tried to say their names and was pretty successful at it. Talking? What does Carter care about talking?! There are way too many more important things than learning how to speak! Haha, that is pretty much where Carter is on that. Oh well, I am working on it with him. It doesn't help that he won't sit still for two seconds and learn words with me. He is just too busy moving all over the place and getting into every possible thing he can reach. That is pretty much how he was at the Zoo too. I think it might have been better if there were more animals he could have seen. many of the animals, especially the ones in water, were not out to see because it was too cold for them. Even the alligators, which Kaleb and I love, were not there. :( Tautphaus Park Zoo is the largest Zoo in Idaho.... which sounds really cool, until you stop to think about just how many Zoo's are actually IN Idaho. Then you realize that it is not hard to be the largest Zoo when there are like 3 in all of Idaho :) It still was a fun day that we got to spend with good friends. We will for sure go back when the weather warms up for good!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrvtjMR75AUujm08OPvkBIZCxVT8Nc5vxMggmRx-Qayk1unycibZj8GoRuY_DpDniPA8BBUixsXfgOHgKRzbQJ7pFPLB5A36dXRzCKIjxBY5mgkNh7RyMctxuu6BWkAd-IE7dTQT1S2mf/s1600/IMG_5343.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The lion was sleeping the WHOLE time we were there!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsfEHCKWXwKoQTd9Avxz288Evu9Arpa_zqhRuvOLvTOxRsocbXqa4xepPJbrpXxf5iojSBCx-4WIz7tVAmiuqYqSkkzTXINemNV9Ft_8eMmgRqMwumMLlONJ4HyBGYNfwCnrHeZ0N6O92/s1600/IMG_5336.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsfEHCKWXwKoQTd9Avxz288Evu9Arpa_zqhRuvOLvTOxRsocbXqa4xepPJbrpXxf5iojSBCx-4WIz7tVAmiuqYqSkkzTXINemNV9Ft_8eMmgRqMwumMLlONJ4HyBGYNfwCnrHeZ0N6O92/s320/IMG_5336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467812376954576930" border="0" /></a>Zebras are my favorite!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWPF6j567NjWg5aYKg0gyQgNXoWH659IixSGv-9MT-9z2L1F8axw-ht2VtchlP8kKjt6GumecdV4Cxy7RNdxe4aFE0eRT5j-WHXnw0x1t5ANH4-MHTh6P_b4DPVmW3PEGO47Gsg1PrUCD/s1600/IMG_5343.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWPF6j567NjWg5aYKg0gyQgNXoWH659IixSGv-9MT-9z2L1F8axw-ht2VtchlP8kKjt6GumecdV4Cxy7RNdxe4aFE0eRT5j-WHXnw0x1t5ANH4-MHTh6P_b4DPVmW3PEGO47Gsg1PrUCD/s320/IMG_5343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467812868517620994" border="0" /></a>This peacock was like inches away from me. It followed us everywhere.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-v9E8Qk-3kZ8c297dmaVLBtVkJjKeccO3q9PdVMUomylRwRleQW1ritfH-Zb8IXzEhdYOCO3XZCa0QGWuWU-35wdGmmV8jFTBOhSbTa9Pl_RM_O4Pw5xZKZld_hqlmmYsoSH_XkZy8DS/s1600/IMG_5361.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-v9E8Qk-3kZ8c297dmaVLBtVkJjKeccO3q9PdVMUomylRwRleQW1ritfH-Zb8IXzEhdYOCO3XZCa0QGWuWU-35wdGmmV8jFTBOhSbTa9Pl_RM_O4Pw5xZKZld_hqlmmYsoSH_XkZy8DS/s320/IMG_5361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811999926006866" border="0" /></a><br />Peacocks are so beautiful! Too bad it was such a dreary day or else its colors would have been much more vivid.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8VgPEdyhyuQAhRDj4NWjnPAgP5Hx1KCiNlBPeHQX0FWm2uTY7d-XTwmLRswzUHq34NnoS21kkYEgwxbW0fDxc-Xv9vgbcPo0-AuBKw9CeZ6SKV4sLu8Yq7yORnUPca-g91FD4mxn3A7y/s1600/IMG_5357.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8VgPEdyhyuQAhRDj4NWjnPAgP5Hx1KCiNlBPeHQX0FWm2uTY7d-XTwmLRswzUHq34NnoS21kkYEgwxbW0fDxc-Xv9vgbcPo0-AuBKw9CeZ6SKV4sLu8Yq7yORnUPca-g91FD4mxn3A7y/s320/IMG_5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467811920896438434" border="0" /></a><br />Riding his very own tiger!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbo6AZ3TqBFCNN72ng65LwJb-xrMXx4mHL8KG9mD1muckK7_DYP8jchRBEIUsd4Z-gx435pcRFGQrVbnjjp-44khiAHKvFBvWbLelncQiJsT1tSY_4WyPbh1gQ0BwrOoXhc9kiHzOcov6i/s1600/tiger+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNstUInxhad4EhX3AYcKHtMavcbWuR4rMSTTNbyjQPPeL9k-WUo-s88QFWT44WY_KUiom3_aR62qoB6FT-sciC8BXFwEOIILFGeFPrwpSZE13WvERRfw7fW1dEGRiY5kk8tq5IGXCTXKlz/s320/lions+back+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809944495570466" border="0" /></a>LOVED this drinking fountain!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqxgsDIJHUmeZWEBL4wURTaGIAUgBEoaxxuvU_Rdy8QR4ZXL6kc6kHW_tN8BmaMwElk6U6r20KcLas2UoCsu2cq7EW2G3UuQ-KirVOwIHxbYHU0pGVTiSCsVp1rFVxdjUUH_FsecAdGZt/s1600/lions+head+drinking+fountain.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqxgsDIJHUmeZWEBL4wURTaGIAUgBEoaxxuvU_Rdy8QR4ZXL6kc6kHW_tN8BmaMwElk6U6r20KcLas2UoCsu2cq7EW2G3UuQ-KirVOwIHxbYHU0pGVTiSCsVp1rFVxdjUUH_FsecAdGZt/s320/lions+head+drinking+fountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809832836105922" border="0" /></a>Awe! Holding hands with his good buddy Addison<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjel4FpY7JI34tcEUwrcUq5Acrfn9YKrYGw3cTwFOexsZHj_2tnmv4vpYFDF_OWkgJOX8-bJNRLhsi7Dr_XN2S8Uy6AICNAZ8hN8aG0gqb0L5V4FIY8lscyiDaZKaCZnyhyphenhyphenkmEygneZp8nJ/s1600/holding+hands.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjel4FpY7JI34tcEUwrcUq5Acrfn9YKrYGw3cTwFOexsZHj_2tnmv4vpYFDF_OWkgJOX8-bJNRLhsi7Dr_XN2S8Uy6AICNAZ8hN8aG0gqb0L5V4FIY8lscyiDaZKaCZnyhyphenhyphenkmEygneZp8nJ/s320/holding+hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809726826407458" border="0" /></a>Good thing he didn't hatch from something this size! It would have killed me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPBgILus4CmUU4fK4stW-qdJPJhObRDqgG5Td3FicaeP8qf6KUcCfGol5lPOd-bA08OJOu8uQCaV4K_2dj3z2dSjoH7ANPQOoKaFBflHtHQAwJLkesWbZWR4LMj6RQ7CpYzVBoaVWfXDQ/s1600/hatched.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPBgILus4CmUU4fK4stW-qdJPJhObRDqgG5Td3FicaeP8qf6KUcCfGol5lPOd-bA08OJOu8uQCaV4K_2dj3z2dSjoH7ANPQOoKaFBflHtHQAwJLkesWbZWR4LMj6RQ7CpYzVBoaVWfXDQ/s320/hatched.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809634367597586" border="0" /></a>In his cozy little nest<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOl81dbUP7i2JBVF4T4G3LLR2Oq9wEKQzdbaFCMKa19gmCP7l_aFK0S4xi34cb_YA1fGrF6CMZb8V_u0DHA0OeO_44ggltORXjBrYnhPP6rOyZIkiJYANr2iROF4COjFyQ-hqmmicqCb6L/s1600/in+the+nest.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOl81dbUP7i2JBVF4T4G3LLR2Oq9wEKQzdbaFCMKa19gmCP7l_aFK0S4xi34cb_YA1fGrF6CMZb8V_u0DHA0OeO_44ggltORXjBrYnhPP6rOyZIkiJYANr2iROF4COjFyQ-hqmmicqCb6L/s320/in+the+nest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809559079230530" border="0" /></a>Carter's absolute favorite part was feeding the goats at the petting zoo<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSnxnBqw2cBtFs8-g50WCbthmKgsj8jzNWithkT5b2IsXUNnbFRIK4TfRg91DE7fjjng4J8TE-M3xqhRTFT5Kx6lsTlaTfK96Ywf8tiw_mvEdJkEJb514Jv-AvspvgIebdMKNGU0ILk3z/s1600/feeding+goats.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSnxnBqw2cBtFs8-g50WCbthmKgsj8jzNWithkT5b2IsXUNnbFRIK4TfRg91DE7fjjng4J8TE-M3xqhRTFT5Kx6lsTlaTfK96Ywf8tiw_mvEdJkEJb514Jv-AvspvgIebdMKNGU0ILk3z/s320/feeding+goats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809475983852034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-L4UmNUzJvoSsmzvDIVliJhkhfWgqFzK6bxDmHnHoh1wl6iqobxnTv8Ax_GhDMMoSCbEP-lEqIsb3XMR2pU2cKPtwDVU6VJRLwpp_hBGL9uklYXynGPkUYY2Q6vltMMugvyNHyyOnB5Ch/s1600/feeding+goats+5.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-L4UmNUzJvoSsmzvDIVliJhkhfWgqFzK6bxDmHnHoh1wl6iqobxnTv8Ax_GhDMMoSCbEP-lEqIsb3XMR2pU2cKPtwDVU6VJRLwpp_hBGL9uklYXynGPkUYY2Q6vltMMugvyNHyyOnB5Ch/s320/feeding+goats+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809344026364610" border="0" /></a>He had NO FEAR! He loved them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNz89MwiJxhEmzh8OuqW2vN8mBgV0-7ezu8a64hJpJlqWO-0hVyL6IZexyOynxXSopDq_P9JJtE6A_04kqNKDwGusV38Rx_CuWfJib5iX1-Mo2_zR4CTCu0Gd_HxLpNvBIkOcuZGyardY/s1600/feeding+goats+4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNz89MwiJxhEmzh8OuqW2vN8mBgV0-7ezu8a64hJpJlqWO-0hVyL6IZexyOynxXSopDq_P9JJtE6A_04kqNKDwGusV38Rx_CuWfJib5iX1-Mo2_zR4CTCu0Gd_HxLpNvBIkOcuZGyardY/s320/feeding+goats+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809268784714850" border="0" /></a>We needed a lot of hand sanitizer after this! It was pretty gross<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsf4A0ZkVbeO1z776TN5CbiWcHVxqN3S9kKQx8eUZdhyruIpE2yxpg9zOrXWlFeu7p3TP5TTdhkQ00h1SMlGvnt7fA5YM5_o4O1S1opTQ5UD32Ih6A_veYK1p3jx5ov2ORUEb0NM6Bh7f/s1600/feeding+goats+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsf4A0ZkVbeO1z776TN5CbiWcHVxqN3S9kKQx8eUZdhyruIpE2yxpg9zOrXWlFeu7p3TP5TTdhkQ00h1SMlGvnt7fA5YM5_o4O1S1opTQ5UD32Ih6A_veYK1p3jx5ov2ORUEb0NM6Bh7f/s320/feeding+goats+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809177931982690" border="0" /></a>New best friends :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1K3r_UAC4ohTyPTKM5uMOFqpPXh6NX9ldMYmUBcOZqRs5mjZdOYglRpayD4l6fMvPb3VblL1yCiFkDL8ZUguz0dQFfmV_zGJaIJZXbdxIc0XI16PAIPAZC6rZhHsepx_3mtpEiJRS1EF/s1600/feeding+goats+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1K3r_UAC4ohTyPTKM5uMOFqpPXh6NX9ldMYmUBcOZqRs5mjZdOYglRpayD4l6fMvPb3VblL1yCiFkDL8ZUguz0dQFfmV_zGJaIJZXbdxIc0XI16PAIPAZC6rZhHsepx_3mtpEiJRS1EF/s320/feeding+goats+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809078329790978" border="0" /></a>Another favorite!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0psT33En77AADLXZKag5lei12qP0Mcj7P0_zT9uMmR8GPB-wNaXUDOHoWmal6_k61W8sT9j3QeguTjT4hdgP0FSh0CtUmhpO_wC6-NhiqhXw0X_BRr4HfMMzno2DltXKvpV4LocGMH83/s1600/Pelican+Pier.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0psT33En77AADLXZKag5lei12qP0Mcj7P0_zT9uMmR8GPB-wNaXUDOHoWmal6_k61W8sT9j3QeguTjT4hdgP0FSh0CtUmhpO_wC6-NhiqhXw0X_BRr4HfMMzno2DltXKvpV4LocGMH83/s320/Pelican+Pier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808975913703282" border="0" /></a>Man, these guys can open their mouths so wide! It was kind of scary! They kept pecking at our feet. Good thing we had food to give them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gnLgxxx-5BdLKU9d5OcjJH0pMpG0T4rkH_kAMVsG3w1sHNmvWpy8DV0EuwjfeIQmFCjRgsh1dx01-LWGFTaL4qRwxzFhG9W-2Vlcq6SdO7BFVqXrFSZ-EL5-5bfcvb4nlVJgLootY1mG/s1600/Carters+favorite+part.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gnLgxxx-5BdLKU9d5OcjJH0pMpG0T4rkH_kAMVsG3w1sHNmvWpy8DV0EuwjfeIQmFCjRgsh1dx01-LWGFTaL4qRwxzFhG9W-2Vlcq6SdO7BFVqXrFSZ-EL5-5bfcvb4nlVJgLootY1mG/s320/Carters+favorite+part.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808879973877458" border="0" /></a>It may not look like it, but Carter was all the way at the other side of the clearing we were standing in. It was just one of the many times he tried to run away from us. As frustrating as it was, it was kind of cute how he would turn around to see if we were chasing him :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_3HTI77J2yg0VE8nVqFKkHlfS0XwFrBfb5nKsbCK0d68plrKYhaAH00ppw4hDqYTUtG2SOLEEufz3b0QJsmxF8Op4K0mcajgIej7H0AXWyXAM6wDllH8hMvYgpauXhT0kfIy9alLxRso/s1600/Carter+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_3HTI77J2yg0VE8nVqFKkHlfS0XwFrBfb5nKsbCK0d68plrKYhaAH00ppw4hDqYTUtG2SOLEEufz3b0QJsmxF8Op4K0mcajgIej7H0AXWyXAM6wDllH8hMvYgpauXhT0kfIy9alLxRso/s320/Carter+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808752439040274" border="0" /></a>Looking at more monkey's! My hand covered the flash on accident so Carters face is a little bright.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrb4Q8IK6-eePb3h4pIhxCpdZ0NrVIkamp8kkmXGvmk9BfkGIWSq0NyxuKe_SUwA8DWkvqSQXdO2exRjtzD91r1WQBPLQ3MaEazrSMI4yHtJK8_3HLG0wfrJ91bHOpVj12OmZDYtQyiqX/s1600/Carter+%26+daddy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrb4Q8IK6-eePb3h4pIhxCpdZ0NrVIkamp8kkmXGvmk9BfkGIWSq0NyxuKe_SUwA8DWkvqSQXdO2exRjtzD91r1WQBPLQ3MaEazrSMI4yHtJK8_3HLG0wfrJ91bHOpVj12OmZDYtQyiqX/s320/Carter+%26+daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808670255948194" border="0" /></a>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-28071327184809345702010-04-23T14:00:00.000-07:002010-04-23T14:06:07.662-07:00Ugh, I spoke too soon!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For the past two days its been freezing cold and raining. I shouldn't have been so optimistic about the sunshine! I cursed our good weather! Today at least the sun is out, but its still cold and windy. Oh well, at least our grass is getting watered so it can be nice and green so we can impress the neighbors! Haha, keeping up with the Joneses isn't easy around these parts! I feel bad for Carter though, he has been so used to going outside everyday and now he's been cooped up in doors. He is getting cabin fever and driving me crazy in the process! Lets hope its sunny next week because we are going to the Zoo for my birthday. Carter has never been, but he loves animals so I am excited for him to go. Keep your fingers crossed that the sun will come out and play!</span>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-89544464822277727832010-04-21T10:13:00.000-07:002010-04-21T11:05:42.621-07:00Finally, Some Warm Weather Worth Mentioning! (How's that for alliteration?!)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For months now the weather just has been so stubborn and fickle. One day it will be beautiful and warm, and the next there will be snow covering the ground and it will be FREEZING! The wind doesn't help one bit. But for the past week and a half straight its been in the 70's! It has been so nice in fact that I just can't seem to stay inside! Carter and I have been going on walks and playing in the yard (which is now freshly mowed and rid of all the dead grass that the gross spiders have been living in- yuck!). Our friend Charlotte and her little girl Bree have been playing with us everyday. Bree and Carter are the same age so its been so much fun for him. I love getting out of the house and having another female adult I can talk to and actually hold a conversation with. Its been so nice! I forget how to talk adult sometimes because I am so used to saying all of the baby things Carter says. Here are some highlights of our recently warm days.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUJp42cyVozXyGQbzeScpqKTvIvYO9yjSXV0WuQmQsl_LF6_zozakQBm7G5NO2k0c0K7FIDZhy0Z3byD9UmH5Lz_Ftz8sJPju_IbdYwk9iWNrCT3HfHIgjTSKEigILB6HPO282gKFDWoz/s1600/IMG_4839.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUJp42cyVozXyGQbzeScpqKTvIvYO9yjSXV0WuQmQsl_LF6_zozakQBm7G5NO2k0c0K7FIDZhy0Z3byD9UmH5Lz_Ftz8sJPju_IbdYwk9iWNrCT3HfHIgjTSKEigILB6HPO282gKFDWoz/s320/IMG_4839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462642899389315746" border="0" /></a>Playing in the tunnel</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXvu7LwzDSNROO1N4vzbH4ShxMUSpCD8rvWv5x4R0HTdpH28ZnPnkrinOgUpvjPrDtD162qFpIGjTp2yqFsj2TIzb8xSao21JKXS-xPtNjlYjH8vPRSPH-Q2o9SNWrrhkZidJLuVV_7Db/s1600/IMG_4835.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCBQ57Dj28oOYSiRgm-uvsDe71WrRFbJM0LYOvcB2qmnz4YgeKYvlOrHRAaDs7Fn2bFpSevx-QjE1z5jDtlkpspRqRZsBL62CSsE8cfROsj2dTDmNJs_7fevH9lLgtkoc2Z5wfra8HC2u/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462644695418370514" border="0" /></a>Playing in the other tunnel<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESU8sBYR9yTLuMI8OgnQC1LgBAhM-XWFmJVJT21YbO7lEC6lTv9NbJPd-bbegzYfcCKL3QaJbKhVYRExSAD4thwfejXoojhBu_eKbzVPvCrVWvUex8Tm-JTgkh_DKnlk71UqrZvuGDhSp/s1600/IMG_5067.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESU8sBYR9yTLuMI8OgnQC1LgBAhM-XWFmJVJT21YbO7lEC6lTv9NbJPd-bbegzYfcCKL3QaJbKhVYRExSAD4thwfejXoojhBu_eKbzVPvCrVWvUex8Tm-JTgkh_DKnlk71UqrZvuGDhSp/s320/IMG_5067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648182962222386" border="0" /></a>Charlotte and Bree<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67iqy52ZN9XYwSslJj5C2ZqEYko_fOAWXmPge5xG8pxkIL0lMDCCqibU1mqcgvYr-5JsCSb6RRBLfO4qqnXLYD-C0yTm9TKITlYznAuUN_Rcb_TUsre2u3yGRYyBZLXVn7BQgqgQr1JUn/s1600/IMG_5089.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67iqy52ZN9XYwSslJj5C2ZqEYko_fOAWXmPge5xG8pxkIL0lMDCCqibU1mqcgvYr-5JsCSb6RRBLfO4qqnXLYD-C0yTm9TKITlYznAuUN_Rcb_TUsre2u3yGRYyBZLXVn7BQgqgQr1JUn/s320/IMG_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648416870715442" border="0" /></a>Putting the lens cap back on for me<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCAi5MaWUNCf6QgmIg6tnOh0AOmJ8TsOCummhLuwnPfdo1Qj5O_hqhlUKq_iRerdy_sMSsNWZCrdj1NEdpgNlb44n9UwlVoAr4oLI-8j0P2S2Rz_SPxk7RPdvzzjMt8dr5yUVLnI6aYO9/s1600/IMG_5166.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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It was hot!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKc3_gX6eIOpdae74uejXwPlSrQ6G6ss8PVJYF1o4aKrZJ2Ph1VMcolCQht5PjpGn9T4De2ESrFJo7ThUuvr4c5QgLXNeRX4k_lwtzT4gYQxUOcRqKQ2Dig6ETiSZrb2XG_TYDryVq96F/s1600/IMG_5098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKc3_gX6eIOpdae74uejXwPlSrQ6G6ss8PVJYF1o4aKrZJ2Ph1VMcolCQht5PjpGn9T4De2ESrFJo7ThUuvr4c5QgLXNeRX4k_lwtzT4gYQxUOcRqKQ2Dig6ETiSZrb2XG_TYDryVq96F/s320/IMG_5098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648619459420626" border="0" /></a>Giving each other hugs<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLztmwAt_kTEHhNq78ML6wNS-Q_s6kMI8PUkfpNEByb2qOq4saRziuiKZe6hkghVq_RWK3W3SaEgYlCZLmrybXGxJycakLT1O0SsD6LlH5hYr-_hLpTPvSJBP7gJgABiv0dFHj60lhZkZi/s1600/IMG_4979.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimscOkO0oXAGsMtQDsW68z3mlXwIHhyphenhyphenvXk8cHlEwCiso9-ytH8hKZUMplYdOvKubDQB7EdbzKmB43bdYZawnqbRjGepKG8botrkkEE8Q1mS7uaxpw5_iVKtQltzEtqctTj4a1np1sVhOWi/s320/IMG_5021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462647124204935346" border="0" /></a>Playing in the dirt where he didn't think I could see him :)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Lets hope this warm weather lasts. Its time to get out and start the gardening! We are ripping some trees and shrubs out to make a garden and then replanting the trees somewhere else in our yard. We want to make both a vegetable and flower garden and I am excited to improve the look of our yard! It is pretty boring and ugly at the moment. Sometime this summer we want to also redo our deck. It is kind of small and really weather worn. Hopefully we will be doubling its size and re-staining it the color we want. Stay tuned for updated on how that is progressing (or not progressing depending on if we even get around to it!).<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyy2oeRUnuQyxt79SliXWZ9Gp2xN3utNL7ApAsPJznoW4vyQRGNIPDuJEKtyGyTHs1QQ-1P4RhD7AOzEStzlzW8HafnBj6pJk0od7Z9AZvGTWRxTTwiLvYPxx-iotIJ8tg4yMsqocD2xs/s1600/IMG_4880.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcA1AgwcK2jujoYZVCaxgW2R8jJ9yGuLs7K0OVCxHRtM-gMlh99Ex33uRKgavO-HWmnqcGA9RyClGGRs1p3zUUN_qRZXRYBfto0FxvWavm2bV-FngRkCF3I6ZMzhe3zpYUMpkjKPAKByS/s1600/IMG_4906.JPG"><br /></a></span></span></span>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-74560163692987511372010-03-09T11:08:00.001-08:002010-03-09T11:47:54.828-08:004 Days and Counting!So this week has been completely useless. We leave on Friday for Milan, and I can't focus on anything! My house is a mess, I haven't hardly cooked at all- or at least planned ahead with what I am going to cook it mostly just turns out to be last minute chicken or pasta (pasta... go figure right ?:) I just want to spend all my time engrossed in my plans for Italy! Ugh, it is really bad. I feel bad for Carter! He has gotten to be really good at playing by himself all week because I am reading or on the computer just learning about the places we will visit, or the areas we will be in. If I am this excited, I wonder how Kaleb feels? I keep asking him if he is excited and he just says "of course" and then goes on like its not even that big of a deal. Secretly I know he is more excited than I will ever be. He calls Italy his birthplace. We eat some variation of pasta at least 5 nights a week. He pretty mush considers English to be his second language now, like Italian was in him from the moment he first spoke. He wants to cover one whole wall of our house with a giant Italian flag.... The word obsessed comes to mind and it would be the correct term to give to Kaleb. I think I may be more excited that Kaleb finally gets to go back to Italy, than for me to be going for my first time. I know me and Carter are #1 on his priority list, but #2 would be Italy, and it is a close close race. Actually, #2 would be tied between Italy and computers.... but that is just a side note. :)<br /><br />We are leaving Carter with my in-laws and I am pretty nervous. Not to leave him with them, but to leave him at all for two and a half weeks! Any suggestions on what I can do to be less anxious about it? I am excited to leave him so that I can have a two week 2nd honeymoon with Kaleb, but I have never left Carter before. I dont want my anxiety affecting the trip at all. And part of me is worried I will never see carter again- like maybe something will happen to him while I am gone. I know that is just silly, but I also think every mom in the world feels that way a little bit when leaving their children. UGH! Give me words of comfort!! haha. I was also worried about me dying and what would happen to Carter, but I feel a lot more at ease now that we have decided who would take Carter and that he would be taken care of and loved. I think most of my anxiety has come from the many many people who keep telling us that we should write a will. I mean, I hear that everywhere I go! I am really not planning on dying, but I guess it is better to be safe than sorry.<br /><br />As for an update on Carter, last week he has all of a sudden started throwing temper tantrums! If he doesnt get what he wants, his whole body goes limp and he falls to the floor and kicks his feet and screams. I thought this is what terrible two's were like?!! It's not supposed to be terrible 15 month olds! Any advice on how to get him to stop? Nicely?! Haha, not that he has really ever listened to me up to this point. He is pretty much a "my way or the highway" kind of a baby. I just have a hard time finding ways to discipline him since he never listens or cares no matter how I discipline him. And I thought girls were supposed to be the rebellious hard headed ones and boys the sweet and nice ones?! :) Well here are some pictures of Carter since I have never posted any on here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhyphenhyphen8aoX4B2Jx0SI1l45nJe-CB_guHDpuH8uOWy5sl84oM77k3aM78A-jrp3eKU4fWs2Nowbo6Y_V7a7aNsFJlknwsYZDp3XDhDw2sNEBbrrXRNdp7LzP0QDFGGSdeZ38tXx1fgRcPgo8a/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhyphenhyphen8aoX4B2Jx0SI1l45nJe-CB_guHDpuH8uOWy5sl84oM77k3aM78A-jrp3eKU4fWs2Nowbo6Y_V7a7aNsFJlknwsYZDp3XDhDw2sNEBbrrXRNdp7LzP0QDFGGSdeZ38tXx1fgRcPgo8a/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446719520502725906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6BnNibBE-FVGSIYvNFMgbIBToQQvPBHzhKWp8hhAbCMeyEoD_84WIqEWX3P2RQnl3WlwOvax7IYx8mM_jD51u4RAL04FOC92CA-rRNCtcFc2kBIOD9NF29UgbDtUbWh0x9rb_i6nwIS2/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6BnNibBE-FVGSIYvNFMgbIBToQQvPBHzhKWp8hhAbCMeyEoD_84WIqEWX3P2RQnl3WlwOvax7IYx8mM_jD51u4RAL04FOC92CA-rRNCtcFc2kBIOD9NF29UgbDtUbWh0x9rb_i6nwIS2/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446719858609926850" border="0" /></a><br />Lately he has become extremely attached to the binky! I think its because he is getting his molars and he chews on it constantly.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjBu_qW0dlj0GXVZ6ZXv8pEkGEjOhPXJs_dN-58mv8U-cTSGpaO5aqZYjkFqx3IVFSDWTF4HH4ePH7H5drbBszBwYfXoWLW3Y5ygJwyoRDEiIgj8ida1xpo6nlHiAUYwMdDla0gXXg6CQ/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjBu_qW0dlj0GXVZ6ZXv8pEkGEjOhPXJs_dN-58mv8U-cTSGpaO5aqZYjkFqx3IVFSDWTF4HH4ePH7H5drbBszBwYfXoWLW3Y5ygJwyoRDEiIgj8ida1xpo6nlHiAUYwMdDla0gXXg6CQ/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720045311830066" border="0" /></a><br />He loves to brush his teeth! His toothbrush is always in his mouth and he always gets the tube of baby toothpaste and brings it to me so that I can put it on his brush. Nothing like good oral hygiene!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVoFqid_hJ-NTgWtKo0oT4bThfuiSZebwSz-lX3uIAPHzelt3vRq79FcEamCIfNzJtCDACTMOUl1SrRQqbYnk_r3jauueevliuhqMk1Ms8V7yLsh0Qvtp03R8IS5JQJWEutUtXIsvu8g8/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVoFqid_hJ-NTgWtKo0oT4bThfuiSZebwSz-lX3uIAPHzelt3vRq79FcEamCIfNzJtCDACTMOUl1SrRQqbYnk_r3jauueevliuhqMk1Ms8V7yLsh0Qvtp03R8IS5JQJWEutUtXIsvu8g8/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720212770269122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuaJ0L6_UlBCmyCpxh1JSVU66ZDfqCMwfWnOciQPQh_SzKz-MeYzbYl7_mb2Sm6fSdAW6bJLwWCyM4kkJ-wEJYKZ2F4KPNQ388OMxEqHEfYRRM5KHxX4ju5DeYxhUpVJYBPi7yAHFutL4/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuaJ0L6_UlBCmyCpxh1JSVU66ZDfqCMwfWnOciQPQh_SzKz-MeYzbYl7_mb2Sm6fSdAW6bJLwWCyM4kkJ-wEJYKZ2F4KPNQ388OMxEqHEfYRRM5KHxX4ju5DeYxhUpVJYBPi7yAHFutL4/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720336729919730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqsj7AEapbCeKkCAfJe8wuvZ37zhbTF6C6NvrZQ7RlIaXMejN7v5xWGYhA-RuImhd7Jn4hlMLBIAHc0s9bXw_kiNxS8Jdhi6toeoXUR2B-igH9vJZe0Xm3ndHqJ6_tdBdeC25K2QFSn56/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqsj7AEapbCeKkCAfJe8wuvZ37zhbTF6C6NvrZQ7RlIaXMejN7v5xWGYhA-RuImhd7Jn4hlMLBIAHc0s9bXw_kiNxS8Jdhi6toeoXUR2B-igH9vJZe0Xm3ndHqJ6_tdBdeC25K2QFSn56/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720500123211138" border="0" /></a><br />The blowdryer is one of his favorite toys. Let me rephrase- the blowdryer when turned ON is one of his favorite toys!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRw_L8JxGgWR2GGkLiR8wQM56SI_sIY80Wfji4pRc03k1dIfQ6d0ujDBohqunsaVUHcaY9GNEOcmRLYrlW77uXNG6T10vt0hmt3uzCnRIN6Tltym0WEenQoxAIYaHCfd0eShQg00D8PSyP/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRw_L8JxGgWR2GGkLiR8wQM56SI_sIY80Wfji4pRc03k1dIfQ6d0ujDBohqunsaVUHcaY9GNEOcmRLYrlW77uXNG6T10vt0hmt3uzCnRIN6Tltym0WEenQoxAIYaHCfd0eShQg00D8PSyP/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720619666584322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJj1GKd2MPgAsNrJ4tCoWOyV5mkGU1-YPtpjtFW3VOjGzNkhNReH5dS5uaKJPTN78hrD-52brMHahCDOOxc2csnr0K0HSL-E7RZDIND5jBpIorkf9EnV9YJfHl3QFBwCROVrTrwTQt4OoH/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJj1GKd2MPgAsNrJ4tCoWOyV5mkGU1-YPtpjtFW3VOjGzNkhNReH5dS5uaKJPTN78hrD-52brMHahCDOOxc2csnr0K0HSL-E7RZDIND5jBpIorkf9EnV9YJfHl3QFBwCROVrTrwTQt4OoH/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720793985526978" border="0" /></a><br />Always making faces.... I dont know if that is a good thing or a bad thing?! :)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1LDKPk-PiJZUJWE7rqMXxsKDxVTcN2hMWkY9GPtBTlo58VBcPlpwI7g9l8Vkgd-tr0_GnKxaY21kmeKUydWVArCygcLAYJWut3zQY1U0KYDwz6WjjXope7ytlalTCdzzb9_o_VIHpP7H/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1LDKPk-PiJZUJWE7rqMXxsKDxVTcN2hMWkY9GPtBTlo58VBcPlpwI7g9l8Vkgd-tr0_GnKxaY21kmeKUydWVArCygcLAYJWut3zQY1U0KYDwz6WjjXope7ytlalTCdzzb9_o_VIHpP7H/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720917053908514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One day soon, after I post pictures from Italy and such, I will post pictures of Carter from birth until now. I feel bad I havent put anything on here of him.... But I will! Highlights of his life are soon to come! :)<br /></div></div>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-45522154241543890422010-02-16T12:28:00.000-08:002010-02-16T12:51:53.849-08:00One Year and Counting- sorry!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Wow! I can't believe it has been </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">more than a year since my last post! So much has changed in that time. Its like we have a whole new life now. 14 months ago, on December 15, 2008 we had our little boy Carter Kaleb Scholes. He is such an energetic little bugger with a personality too big for his little body. I just can't get enough of him! I love everything about him. He is so sweet and cuddly. He knows just how to make my heart melt. Lately he has been becoming so independent and is curious about every single thing. He won't let me do a thing for him- he always has to do it himself. Right now he is figuring out how to blow his nose into a tissue, put on and take off his own clothes, and count on his fingers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Kaleb works full time at BYU-Idaho and last April 2008 we bought a house in Rigby Idaho. It is our first real home as a married couple and as a family. It has 5 bedrooms, a gigantic yard, and so much room we literally don't know what to do with it all. It is a house to grow in. Although it is definitely not my dream home, it is a great starting place. We live 10 minutes from Kalebs parents which is great so that we can get free babysitting whenever we need/want it and I love living close to family. We are still a 7 hour drive from my family up in Coeur d'Alene but we are working on maybe moving closer eventually? :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In March we are planning a trip to Italy, Kalebs "birthplace" as he calls it. Anyone who knows Kaleb knows he is obsessed with Italy and ANYTHING that has to do with it. He served his mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Italy and has always wanted to go back. We will be there for 15 days! I am so excited I could just scream. We are not taking Carter with us though. I don't know how I feel about that yet. He is so young I feel like he is going to forget who I am! And of course I am worried something will happen to him while I am gone and I won't be here to help him or that he will feel I abandoned him :( But on the plus side, it will be like a 2nd honeymoon for me and Kaleb. Also, my best friend and her husband will be in Italy at the same time as us, and we will be meeting up in Venice and Rome! How fun will that be?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well I promise to keep updating this blog from now on. I have felt like I haven't had time to blog, yet all I do is sit around and watch a 14 month old baby run around all day. I know I can squeeze the time in somehow :)</span>Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-12749968077402103552008-11-03T14:38:00.000-08:002008-11-03T15:03:19.329-08:00Pumpkin Carving!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsxvebwW1VEZubU5PkN7pjnmr1RrZMdC04JNo1fRTietcUOZxGJtl-0CcgOC26e_tYcb4GNrd58Zr-ZKIKuFivYCP95K-EiSxFzHc70aZv4_-mf_OxgDD4fb2DFrJ1-Rp1RMMk9vs-xOL/s1600-h/Two+hot+lit+pumpkins"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsxvebwW1VEZubU5PkN7pjnmr1RrZMdC04JNo1fRTietcUOZxGJtl-0CcgOC26e_tYcb4GNrd58Zr-ZKIKuFivYCP95K-EiSxFzHc70aZv4_-mf_OxgDD4fb2DFrJ1-Rp1RMMk9vs-xOL/s320/Two+hot+lit+pumpkins" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264564602090952130" border="0" /></a><br />So Kaleb and I decided to buy pumpkins this year and carve them out. Little did we know how much of a project it would turn out to be. We went to Broulims and this made Kaleb super excited because he saw how HUGE their pumpkins were. He had never carved a big, or even really a medium sized pumpkin before which I thought was so sad. So, we decided that he just HAD to find the biggest pumpkin he could and it turned out to be over 40 lbs! Mine was only half that size. But he was such a happy boy:) We weren't going to carve them until a few days later so we let them sit in our kitchen while we admired them day after day. On the morning of the big carving day, I decided to gut out my pumpkin early while Kaleb was at work so that we could have some yummy pumpkin seeds to chew on that night. It was probably the hardest thing I have done in a long time! I swear it was the thickest pumpkin I have ever seen! We bought a little carving kit with knives and everything and the knives wouldn't even go all the way through the pumpkin skin. It took me hours just to get the top off and gut out the insides. It made me a little nervous for Kalebs 40 pounder.<br /> Well that night we had a couple of our friends over and the festivities began. Once I got the hang of the knives and the thickness of my pumpkin I was able to carve my cute sexy kitty of a pumpkin and then socialize with our friends. I guess I knew what to expect from my pumpkin because of my earlier adventure, but Kaleb on the other hand didn't. He became so quiet once we started carving which is not like him at all and he had this permanent look of frustration on his face. Not only was his pumpkin twice as big as the rest of ours, but he also had printed off a stensil from online for a Frankenstein Monster face which was pretty hard to carve. In the end it turned out ok but he was so upset at his pumpkin the whole way through. And to top it all off, our pumpkins didn't even last until Halloween! They shriveled up and got looking terrible.<br />Oh well! It was super fun and an experience we will not forget anytime soon. And we did get a lot of pumpkin seeds out of it which turned out great! Yumm!Brittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314916958946214645.post-12696413804662266152008-10-28T10:29:00.000-07:002008-10-28T10:58:04.571-07:00Ciao a tutti!Hello Everyone!<br /><br />This is Kaleb. Brittaney's husband... and therefore the luckiest man in the universe. I usually don't have much to say (unless you get me going on Italy, computers, or Star Wars). And even then I tend to bore people. But I would like to take just a minute and talk about my wife.<br /><br />First of all she is one patient woman. She can somehow put up with <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>of my crazy antics. I'm probably more of a kid trapped in an adult's body then anything else but she continues to love me every day.<br /><br />She is an awesome cook (despite what she tells herself). Many have tried to fatten me up but few have succeeded like her.<br /><br />She is a tough cookie. Have you ever been pregnant? I sure haven't and it's probably a good thing....especially for those of you who know how well I deal with blood/gross and disgusting things. I have to give her props for being so happy when I know a lot of the time she is uncomfortable and would rather be sleeping. I'm excited that we have just less then 2 months until our baby arrives! I know Britt will be such a good mom :) And no... we still haven't decided on a name for our baby yet ( although.. Luigi is a pretty sweet name if you ask me ). <br /><br />We just celebrated our 1 year anniversary on Sunday and I can't believe how fast it went! Everyone kept telling us how hard the first year would be but to be honest it hasn't been that bad at all. I love her and very much look forward to being with her forever. <br /><br />CiaoBrittaneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06780978476870242329noreply@blogger.com2