tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25065019001678391532024-03-21T01:20:10.327-07:00Wallace FamilyFinding a new purpose for old thingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-36921652915112075572012-11-08T21:12:00.002-08:002012-11-08T21:12:31.414-08:00Happy 1st Birthday Bridger<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: blue;">I can't believe this sweet little guy has been with us for a year now. We are so blessed to have him in our lives. He brings so much joy and has made our family a little more complete. I love you so much baby Bridge! Thank you for being my sweet boy. </span></h3>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-25122259284406470292012-07-12T18:39:00.002-07:002012-07-12T18:41:13.827-07:00Summer FunI was <b>NOT </b>going to do this! <b>REALLY </b>I had planned on keeping up this time but a month has passed and the entertainment and craziness of summer has left me behind on my blog. I may never be a consistent blogger that just isn't really me.<br />
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Our summer has been super fun, busy and crazy! I kinda like it like that. Bridger had his first out of tummy boat ride. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-39389264234499688482012-06-14T18:30:00.002-07:002012-06-14T19:52:56.580-07:00The Baby Place Meridian<span style="font-size: small;">Bridger is officially 7 months now! <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Really?!? </i><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where did time go? Funny how 9 months goes by so slow when you are pregnant and then once baby is here you can not seem to find the brakes and slow it all down. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seriously this guy has been such a sweet addition to our family.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am getting a new phone in a few day and with that will be loosing my text messages wrote back and forth between Ben and I the day I went into labor with Bridger so I am documenting the events of the day here. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bridger was born at <span style="color: #45818e;">The Baby Place in Meridian</span>. <b>This was the perfect choice for US. </b>I want to emphasis that because I don't want anyone to think I am passing judgment on those who feel safer in a hospital or with a doctor. You do what is right for you and your family. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">My first Birth with my daughter was a really hard one. It was short 4 hours but of course doctors like to help push you along anyway so they broke my water right away and gave me a pill that mimics pit. Contractions were one right on top of the other the whole time, I got an epidural but things were progress so quickly it didn't work. Finally they gave me something else that didn't take the pain away but made me so loopy I felt like I wasn't even there. I remember feeling like I was floating above watching it all happen but not connected at all. Well once I started pushing the epidural kicked in and I was so numb I couldn't feel anything so I pushed hard and fast causing sever taring and swelling. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once Shelby was born she was so lethargic from all the medication she would not wake up to eat causing sever jaundice and as a result of the jaundice she became even more tired. We had to buy bottles and force feed her while she was sleeping. Her levels got to 24.7 and they finally put her on the lights.We got got her eating and her levels down. She is a very healthy girl now. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Toby was born at The birthing center in Nampa. This was also a great experience we still had an OB and were right across the street from the hospital should any problems arise. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">When we got pregnant with Bridger one of my friends told me about The Baby Place and her wonderful experience there. We made an appointment to meet with them and tour the facility. Colleen met with us and showed us around and answered all of our questions. We both felt comfortable with them and had a good feeling about choosing to have our third child there. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our first appointment was when I was 13 weeks pregnant. It had taken 2 years to get pregnant with Bridger so I was very anxious to hear his heartbeat and know he was ok. Sam did my first appointment and when she went to find the heartbeat my own heart was beating so fast and hard she kept picking that up and couldn't find his. Colleen came in and did and ultrasound. I remember waiting for her to tell me something bad she was quite for a second and then said "Mommy say Hello to your baby". Even as I write this now I tear up it was such a relief to see him in there moving around healthy and striving I started sobbing of course and she couldn't even get a picture until I calmed down. I was embarrassed and said sorry and she told me "no thank you for making my day". </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Ok now on to birth day!</span> </span></span><br />
I had an appointment at 12:30 that day, my due date was the next day so I asked Sam if she could strip my membranes. She did and said "ok you were a 3 when I started now you are a 5" I was kinda shocked and said "So what do I do now?" she said " Go home and wait. I will probably see you tonight but I have seen weirder things happen."<br />
So I went home. Ben asked how my appointment went I told him and headed off to work. My friend came over and we walked around the neighborhood. I was getting contractions but had, had them before for a few hours and then they would go away. We got back to my house and I headed over to get my daughter from the bus stop. We came home and the contractions continued so I told the kids to watch Netflix while I took a bath. I thought maybe that would make the contractions stop.<br />
4:45 I text Ben -Man this false labor is really starting to suck.<br />
Ben text back- Are you sure it is false labor? <br />
I text- Yeah I think so because I don't think they are lasting long enough. <br />
5:10- I call Ben- Ok I am in a lot of pain I am going to call my midwife. He says he is coming home.<br />
I call Jerusha and tell her what is going on but I not sure if I should come in because I don't know if it is real or not. She says " come in and let me check you I wold feel much better."<br />
5:20- Text Ben- where are you?<br />
By now I am crawling around my bathroom floor crying.<br />
Ben texts back- On my way traffic hour though...<br />
5:25- JJ shows up to get the kids. I am leaning against a wall in my bathroom crying.<br />
Ben walks in about 5 minutes later, loads the bag and car seat in the car and takes me out. We drive to The Baby Place the whole time I am half standing in the car. At some point I remember looking at the clock in the car and it said 5:45.<br />
When we got to The Baby Place Sam, Jenn and Holly were waiting outside for me they rushed to the car to help us get out. We walked in and Sam said she needed to check me and I told her "if this isn't the real thing I am not doing it" (really at this point I was still worried it was false labor). She checked me and said I was an 8 and 100% thinned out. Jerusha came in and I got in the tub and 30 minutes later Bridger was born. I was so fast I couldn't believe it.<br />
I actually reached down and helped guide him out then pulled him up to me. I got to sit there and hold him for about 20 min. umbilical cord still attached. I loved how everything was so peaceful they didn't rush him off to clean and weigh and measure him they just let us sit there and enjoy the moment. Finally when I was ready they cut the cord and handed him to Ben while I got out of the tub and cleaned up then they gave him back to me and I laid there and cuddled and fed him. When he was done about an hour later they took him and got his weight, cleaned him up and got him dressed. I remember Jenn laughing at me because I had brought a preemie outfit and she couldn't get it buttoned over his enormous diaper.<br />
We hung out there and rested for a few hours then went home about 4 hours after we arrived to sleep in our own bed with our new little baby. <br />
Ben took this picture and sent it to all our family to let them know Bridger was here. Funny thing is most of them did not even know I was in labor.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">We wrote "Welcome to the world Bridger Lyman Wallace." This is also how we revealed his name.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had such a wonderful experience at The Baby Place. I felt loved and cared for and completely safe. I love and respect those women so much! </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-42551351587300923572012-06-14T17:28:00.002-07:002012-06-14T21:46:46.704-07:00Pre-school Graduate!!!Yesterday was Toby's preschool graduation.I missed his graduation first because my watch was 10 minutes behind and I didn't realize it until I was already running behind so I get in the car and try to hurry over hitting every red light on the way. Then just as I am turning left to pull into his school I notice the cop lights behind me. Great, so there I sat right across from the graduation completely missing out because I got a ticket. Yes I was speeding but really officer you can't catch an overwhelmed mom a break? I could see the kids (they had their graduation outside) and I told the officer I was missing it but he didn't care so I told him to hurry and write the ticket so I could go. Yes, I cried a little. I can just see my little Turbo with his goofy smile knowing something special was going on and everyone else had family their but wondering where his was :(<br />
Well we got there missed the whole thing but he was happy to see us. We ate with him and they got to play for a while.<br />
Here is Toby and his teacher. They helped him so much this year and I am so grateful they worked hard to figure out what Toby needs to be able to concentrate and learn.<br />
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Toby also had a wonderful bus drive and aide. They called it "The Happy Bus" and the kids loved them. He is really going to miss them next year.<br />
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For his first day of summer Toby finally had time to work on his jeep. Next up mommies Excursion?<br />
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We inherited an old swing set from some neighbors a few years ago. Last winter a big storm came through and blew the play structure over. Ever since then I have been freaking out about the kids playing on it, there were a bunch of cracks in the wood and the hole thing was pretty sketchy looking. After a little bit of nagging Ben finally got around to get the kids new playhouse started. </div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Don't worry we are not quite crazy enough to leave the other sides off. Ben is building an enclosed playhouse on the back half but he couldn't stand up the walls and fit it out of the shop so he has to finish building the rest outside. So far he has spent $6 on the new playhouse. Everything has been built out of scrap metal and wood he had already and the slide is from the old playhouse. Eventually we will be adding a swing set a zip line and a sandbox under but baby steps for now. </span></span></div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-7382125779953991792012-06-04T21:13:00.001-07:002012-06-04T21:15:43.118-07:00Holy teeth<span id="goog_1860448878"></span><span id="goog_1860448879"></span>Friday night Toby and Shelby asked if they could have a sleepover downstairs. I told them ok and sent them down know they would stay up late watching TV. Saturday Morning Shelby keep upstairs a little frustrated "Mom Toby didn't get his dollar" I am a little confused so I just said "ok" Shelby continues "We slept all night and woke up, no dollar so we went back to sleep and woke up again still no dollar." At this point Toby is making his way up the stairs I ask him "Toby did you pull your tooth out?" Toby smiles " Yeah, but I didn't get a dollar." I told him that he wasn't in his bed so the tooth fairy didn't know where to find him, really I a thinking you have to inform the tooth fairy that you lost a tooth you silly goose.<br />
So here is a photo of my little Turbo and his first missing tooth.<br />
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That same day I noticed that Bridger's first tooth finally broke through. I told Toby that the tooth fairy must have taken his tooth and given it to Bridger. Look close and you can see his little teeth coming in. You will probably have to click on the picture to enlarge it so you can get a better look at them. <br />
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Before you know it Bridger will have a mouth full like this......<br />
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I love these boys and their adorable smiles:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-79081522020664505232012-06-01T12:02:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:02:57.132-07:00<br />
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I have started doing a weekly craft day with some of my friends (inspired by my sister). It is so much fun and we all look forward to getting together each week to tackle some of our projects. </div>
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I went to Craft Warehouse the other day and saw a fun little banner so I made one of my own. </div>
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I love how people have been using picture frames for other purposes rather then just housing a picture so I used some old frames that I had in my basement. I am thinking I could change out the banner for different holidays. I am going to do <i style="color: #cc0000;">Love</i> on the other side of this one for V-day then make another reversible one that will probably say <i style="color: #cc0000;">Joy </i>one side and <span style="color: #cc0000;">boo</span> on the other. <br />
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Next up I kept seeing these muslin wreaths on pinterest that I loved. They looked so shabby chic to me so I made one not super excited about the way mine turned out, I don't think I cut the fabric strips long enough but I am still working on it to make it into what I want.<br />
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I would like to get an old vintage window to hang this on eventually. What do you think? <br />
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This sweet little guy is growing up way too fast. At six months old he is crawling everywhere and pulling himself up to everything. I think he is much stronger then he is coordinated though, poor guy has fallen over and bumped his head quite a few times already. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is almost impossible to get a picture of him right now once he sees the camera he comes crawling at me giggle the whole time. Such a happy boy. </td></tr>
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<span style="color: purple;"> Project alert:</span> Shelby loves long skits and I have been having a hard time finding one to buy that was long and full enough for a decent price. I went into Savers a few weeks ago and found this dress $2.50! So I decided to try out my almost nonexistent sewing skills to turn it into a skirt. It was SO east and you can't even tell it use to be a dress. This may be one of my new favorite things to do! </h4>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-11033996511711330302012-05-29T14:59:00.002-07:002012-06-01T12:03:38.278-07:00Closer look at my shelves<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got these great sprays at Walmart of all places. Love the blue color. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My husband snagged one of these nifty glass milk jugs when he was at his grandpa's house. They use to have a family dairy there years ago. It is fun to have some personal old items like this to display. </td></tr>
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at craft warehouse I picked up these jars and flowers for $6. They
diffidently add a touch of summer! Never mind that one of my flowers is
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I have to add a picture of my little buddy. I am so in love with this sweet boy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-40546705985699257672012-05-27T17:46:00.001-07:002012-06-01T12:03:52.766-07:00Put down the spray can and walk away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Seriously NOTHING in my house is safe from the spray paint. My family sign use to be black but I LOVE the white. <br />
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Ok so that banana stand may have been going a little far but I figured who cares it is a $6 stand from Walmart. My husband has been making fun of me constant ever since I found this new addiction to spray paint. <br />
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And one more pop of yellow! I love it. This use to be red but it stands out so much more now!<br />
Happy day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-58097211316772039992012-05-26T17:12:00.001-07:002012-06-01T12:04:06.878-07:00For the love of yellowI wanted some splashes of yellow in my house so I picked up this awesome plate at Tai Pan for $1.97. Love the color. I was looking for something simple to put on it so I decided to put or wedding date. I am so happy with it. <br />
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I had this sign over my window before but it was black so I sprayed it white and put a happy yellow quote on it! All of the pops of yellow is brightening my day. How about you?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For Years I have disliked the wall behind my staircase. Do you see why???? It looks like I went into a store and purchased everything on the display wall even though they were never meant to actually go together. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Thanks to the Pinterest and The House Of Smiths Blog and of course my amazing friend Tiff I have these fabulous new shelves made by my wonderful husband. I can't wait to decorate these shelves for Christmas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-59427842289966275632012-05-23T17:14:00.002-07:002012-06-01T12:04:33.529-07:00Meet my new friend spary paintI have not blogged in so long I got on here to find my background is all messed up and I don't know how to do anything anymore! So please don't judge my ugly blog!<br />
I have been working on redecorating my house, finally finding my own style<br />
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I bought this tray at Tai Pan and thought it was super ugly. Kinda looks like jelly fish right?<br />
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Nothing a can of spray paint and some modpodge can't fix! I kinda love it :)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-87985211894051987982011-09-12T22:08:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:04:45.268-07:00I guess it is time for an update.....My wonderful friend Jennilynn informed me last night that my blog is waaay overdue for an update so like a good little girl here I am updating.<br />
We have had a lot of fun this summer spending our days at Roaring Springs, boating and spending the weekend in Cascade at our Cabin Lot. After all that fun we are making our way back into our normal schedule again.<br />
Shelby just started 1st grade and she is loving it, she enjoys being there all day and eating lunch at school as well as the fact she gets to have 3 recesses.<br />
Poor Toby is stuck at home with me all day. We have been attempting to do preschool at home but that isn't going to well. For any of you who know my Turbo I am sure you understand.<br />
Ben is busy as always with work and working on cars on the side. He has finished most of our bedroom now, all we really have left is a vanity for our master bath.<br />
I am 31 weeks pregnant and counting down the days now. We are having another boy, the kids are very excited. I have been attempting to work on my nonexistent sewing skills making some nursing cover ups that turned out cute, burpers that were cute until I washed them and they shrunk a little more then I had hoped and now quilts which are about stressing me to tears.<br />
I am just trying to keep myself busy to pass the next two months until this little guy gets here. I think we are all more then ready to see him and have him in our home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-40662025696328905282010-11-01T14:48:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:05:07.270-07:00Almost done<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjXizOD0oExJ0L4xwW2Xev43322CeIJVdOrUXEOWyYVO3DYe6rrqE7a8z09lJux8pyZgvZR9k715smgYUGsNLmtzLSES0Hfp3dgOQs2HTZ1VK0ampmAf4U-b6MdP3Xr0SGlLe2DmcO0PB/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534702295045674066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjXizOD0oExJ0L4xwW2Xev43322CeIJVdOrUXEOWyYVO3DYe6rrqE7a8z09lJux8pyZgvZR9k715smgYUGsNLmtzLSES0Hfp3dgOQs2HTZ1VK0ampmAf4U-b6MdP3Xr0SGlLe2DmcO0PB/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 214px;" /></a><br />
I am almost done with Shelby's dollhouse. It has been fun to work on after the kids go to bed. I think I have more then enough furniture now it is just time to get get some more people and maybe a car finish with little details then just wait for Christmas and hope she loves it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-20837758412937694952010-09-10T22:00:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:05:26.846-07:00Making progress again.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE39wCfr7oT6wnS9netjZC_7KyjgpolZlStr6Wk9g9c8s23Qb9m2Ra0SJxw3Zxw3v0H9CLjhqmnu9pOtkYggLK_tAtZrOpIuQp6xCiDbfthFIhpU77nCHXP6_EGE1Ys1p22LZMtWkIYBXs/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515517040218270882" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE39wCfr7oT6wnS9netjZC_7KyjgpolZlStr6Wk9g9c8s23Qb9m2Ra0SJxw3Zxw3v0H9CLjhqmnu9pOtkYggLK_tAtZrOpIuQp6xCiDbfthFIhpU77nCHXP6_EGE1Ys1p22LZMtWkIYBXs/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Today we passed our last inspection on the addition until the final! Yea!!!! Now the really fun part starts. Siding went up last Tuesday and today the first piece of dry wall was hung.<br />
I will have to post a picture of that tomorrow when we get a little more up (actually Ben will put the dry wall up while I help out by keeping the kids out of the way). We are just so excited to be making progress again and it is fun to see the big changes going on now with the dry wall and siding going up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-8475495392294984322010-09-08T16:23:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:05:39.491-07:00Your life's gonna change.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAZ1B7HiZkPom5EGu78e_yl3Plva0_O6pc3eulSY_kwRugP8Gr8tLjLVEOyN-wZwCEiUIDWKk2fwoW5vQPZAm9MQeuRyB7SOI9AEOULizHawfywBU97vp6uA6utptMobqgtosHJQIkVDYL/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514688481809017106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAZ1B7HiZkPom5EGu78e_yl3Plva0_O6pc3eulSY_kwRugP8Gr8tLjLVEOyN-wZwCEiUIDWKk2fwoW5vQPZAm9MQeuRyB7SOI9AEOULizHawfywBU97vp6uA6utptMobqgtosHJQIkVDYL/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
I told Ben the other day I think it is funny when you have your first baby everyone keeps telling you "your life's gonna change...." and they always say it in a really annoying voice. I always felt like responding like "Yeah you moron we are having a baby". Well for me it didn't feel like such a huge change I just had this little thing I took everywhere with me that pretty much slept all day. So you have this little person entertaining you (or annoying) all the time for five years then all the sudden they go off to school. Dude now my life has really changed. I kinda feel old I have kids in school that is weird.<br />
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As expected Shelby LOVES school. I asked her the other day what her favorite part of school is and she said "riding the bus". I should have guessed. Her bus comes at 12 o'clock so everyday she goes out and starts waiting around 11 then I have to bribe her to come back in for a little while longer. I am glad she finds joy in the simple things.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-29063839917448357962010-09-08T15:52:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:05:57.223-07:00Dollhouse creations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtFbhYynv2AokhG1eXL0gxgwvKhJQjoZJ4xxSs6jCGzBj8RTNgLb_h4wi5W0Zh_V8kGpGeZUfenLUn2Jq7NcT_0xEAfkU0J65rFo_xades0wkuwrh5wP5FhKu0f-hQ2CKgjl7jOBGG_nM/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514680065442402802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtFbhYynv2AokhG1eXL0gxgwvKhJQjoZJ4xxSs6jCGzBj8RTNgLb_h4wi5W0Zh_V8kGpGeZUfenLUn2Jq7NcT_0xEAfkU0J65rFo_xades0wkuwrh5wP5FhKu0f-hQ2CKgjl7jOBGG_nM/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqUHJXhmnvpuhvI0XqP7-a11sTPpZoOuAYTBo-4Cn5fL3A-AOdYwhq4hP6Uz_VsI8VJqJfEdibfFK7AlzgldEklNL2RrbUBfdXIPad4RTgYwhC2op50wl3LA_-jwXJLBV0uXEke564yok/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514680055169832722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqUHJXhmnvpuhvI0XqP7-a11sTPpZoOuAYTBo-4Cn5fL3A-AOdYwhq4hP6Uz_VsI8VJqJfEdibfFK7AlzgldEklNL2RrbUBfdXIPad4RTgYwhC2op50wl3LA_-jwXJLBV0uXEke564yok/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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These are my kitchen chairs still have to make a table and my couch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-66764487774097598802010-09-08T15:39:00.000-07:002012-06-01T12:06:09.569-07:00Doll house furniture.<div style="text-align: center;">
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And here is the little couch to go with it.</div>
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I burnt the crap out of my thumbs but I am pretty happy with what I got so far.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-85411986340876645022009-03-22T21:20:00.000-07:002009-03-22T21:29:25.894-07:00First park day of the Spring.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlJKiikiNI-GwLznbJIloAqBAfvpZrF0fhILzt_3vX8XMyHS0ES6tRAyOSHPQZqIrwFoIxDvt_jABO1u8KIMbHW5P07BGv3Za5AfZ6yd4m_oYvjCuFE5atlmpbl8xDxI0TzOWk2dsVzmf/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlJKiikiNI-GwLznbJIloAqBAfvpZrF0fhILzt_3vX8XMyHS0ES6tRAyOSHPQZqIrwFoIxDvt_jABO1u8KIMbHW5P07BGv3Za5AfZ6yd4m_oYvjCuFE5atlmpbl8xDxI0TzOWk2dsVzmf/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316234096528766210" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">At last the first nice day! Too bad it didn't last.</span></span></span></a><br />Oh and look how photogenic Shelby was for the day.<br />I guess she just looked<br />grumpy in her other pictures because she had cabin fever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlJKiikiNI-GwLznbJIloAqBAfvpZrF0fhILzt_3vX8XMyHS0ES6tRAyOSHPQZqIrwFoIxDvt_jABO1u8KIMbHW5P07BGv3Za5AfZ6yd4m_oYvjCuFE5atlmpbl8xDxI0TzOWk2dsVzmf/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-71298363002794937392009-02-17T21:23:00.000-08:002009-02-17T21:33:29.726-08:00SMILE<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJF7nqD_N0qJDRjn44EoKobgi3aAYZcMsLgFjeu7i-zuiilYTe6EESRvU2eQT2aD8HpEpLeGl66Tlqrbu2DQsliGoXuu8-6DtIIT3xVAt2h8KyYcIm_pPRE1wvQkcQeLto2jiAkH_auBv/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJF7nqD_N0qJDRjn44EoKobgi3aAYZcMsLgFjeu7i-zuiilYTe6EESRvU2eQT2aD8HpEpLeGl66Tlqrbu2DQsliGoXuu8-6DtIIT3xVAt2h8KyYcIm_pPRE1wvQkcQeLto2jiAkH_auBv/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304004739210201026" border="0" /></a><br />I have been trying desperately to get a picture of each of the kids with my camera that I like enough to blow up to an 8x10. This might very well be my picture for Toby! FINALLY.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4EL2ocOKnLzyiOdhBZrYt4wYP9hUaArBlZvjyaa0ILjjFM8UkN1MSS5Ltf6fS-Xm9AoGwW_rgoFfTWrpLbm_r5l-9HkdwglyLXEIzKIomVh2HyHXLx72Nu3oc1BYcbgaZQFSs-RS8m4l/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4EL2ocOKnLzyiOdhBZrYt4wYP9hUaArBlZvjyaa0ILjjFM8UkN1MSS5Ltf6fS-Xm9AoGwW_rgoFfTWrpLbm_r5l-9HkdwglyLXEIzKIomVh2HyHXLx72Nu3oc1BYcbgaZQFSs-RS8m4l/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304005989126376034" border="0" /></a>Shelby on the other hand, probably not.<br />Who stole her goldfish?<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-42541661532754153002009-02-16T18:19:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:27:35.866-08:00Happy 30th babe!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrA1mwiivP5YCDRnlXbLRqt2opRfyF90Hnc2ac25HE_3ONl3ekO7C08eDkMr8V6Tx3g_NXdEEilFoAloQdrWaJ6SpzNOWHAv8D8IV9Ge0CGQar8HodBajw8XXXW9AtvgJOFPJ6k2JosIQ6/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrA1mwiivP5YCDRnlXbLRqt2opRfyF90Hnc2ac25HE_3ONl3ekO7C08eDkMr8V6Tx3g_NXdEEilFoAloQdrWaJ6SpzNOWHAv8D8IV9Ge0CGQar8HodBajw8XXXW9AtvgJOFPJ6k2JosIQ6/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303585908080195634" border="0" /></a>Better late then never (and this is pretty late!)<br />A big Happy Birthday to my amazing husband who just turned 30, now I get to make fun of him about going through a mid-mid life crisis.<br />You are awesome honey I love you and I hope you had a great day!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-8872677922110226302009-01-09T21:41:00.000-08:002009-01-09T21:55:28.590-08:00Goal's and the new year.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqEh831M4ayXaLc6MUccXOPJTm_AL9jfVOm0qoMkcsntk0skvTQzHdFsjIf7uu4SJuXnNeWr5NwL3TmrLyKSCShXuHiKswbq1KupY7deE9OY2AtvZZCx9NefiX69LE39QUBxkVGDp1ESM/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqEh831M4ayXaLc6MUccXOPJTm_AL9jfVOm0qoMkcsntk0skvTQzHdFsjIf7uu4SJuXnNeWr5NwL3TmrLyKSCShXuHiKswbq1KupY7deE9OY2AtvZZCx9NefiX69LE39QUBxkVGDp1ESM/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289536525152349378" border="0" /></a><br />After giving it careful consideration (mainly because I get tired of setting goals I never keep) I decided that my New Year goal would be to spend more "genuine" quality time with my kids and not to be so obsessed with things going perfectly.<br />After giving it a few weeks I can say it is going good. I played in the snow with the kids when it snowed last time, I am thinking that was Monday but can't remember for sure. I also let the kids do finger paint and did not freak out when they dipped their entire finger in the paint get entirely too much on their finger. I did play dough with them and DID NOT spend the entire time picking up the little pieces off the floor, instead I left it for the very end then cleaned it all up at once. Wow that made sense but it was still difficult to do. I also helped Shelby make a dog house for her little stuffed puppy out of one of Toby's shoe boxes. She was so proud of it.<br />I have been enjoying spending more time getting on the floor and playing with them this year, I am also enjoying their new bed time which I bumped up from 8:30 to 8 o'clock. Awww it is so nice.<br />So this picture doesn't have much to do with this post but I love Shelby's long eyelashes in it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-6147386877553427972009-01-04T20:19:00.000-08:002009-01-04T21:09:35.002-08:00It is love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNdzDGIu-SlpFmigZHiZvdn9Hql_3SSSbffHg7UwIAs35GNovayMwFVjXud5ldAsjdrn_O6Xn4aIl6BIarcXvzQ6DVJVxVg6rkVsKApj2tJv1-3XDIzIuLfn9JitbhRZgzEsp8ZoIcdXu/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNdzDGIu-SlpFmigZHiZvdn9Hql_3SSSbffHg7UwIAs35GNovayMwFVjXud5ldAsjdrn_O6Xn4aIl6BIarcXvzQ6DVJVxVg6rkVsKApj2tJv1-3XDIzIuLfn9JitbhRZgzEsp8ZoIcdXu/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287670830604224050" border="0" /></a><br />Yippee! A little late on this post but I have to brag:) Ben got me a Nikon D60 for Christmas! I have been trying to figure out how to use all of the awesome features so I have been taking a lot of pictures of my feet and deleting. I love the camera it is so nice to finally have a camera that I don't have to wait for the flash to warm up or miss a good picture because it the camera is so delayed. Of course the quality of the pictures is amazing too. Now I can't wait for Spring so I can take some awesome outdoor pictures. I haven't had a picture that I want to blow up to an 8x10 yet but I am trying everyday to capture the perfect one or two.<br />Anyway I am super excited so I plan on getting some great pictures of my kiddos now!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506501900167839153.post-29167401566582270782008-12-26T20:36:00.000-08:002008-12-26T21:01:18.231-08:00Little Betty Crocker<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6S9zRf3LBKM24xA-jrotZrgE1mGXEV2ncr7FBccC5ptVtamHoOP46aHl8iOI9aladdsuyHdWTPKFSJMgp142RbQDSZXZdiZ0K66dHD9y7W3gBIe2qnVuOLwMNAoE8Q3Xih9TBqeI3sVs/s1600-h/blog5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6S9zRf3LBKM24xA-jrotZrgE1mGXEV2ncr7FBccC5ptVtamHoOP46aHl8iOI9aladdsuyHdWTPKFSJMgp142RbQDSZXZdiZ0K66dHD9y7W3gBIe2qnVuOLwMNAoE8Q3Xih9TBqeI3sVs/s320/blog5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284330098180057618" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3DO1TBg2zkqOtQ92qA68eqhqpO4AQ1Y4ZX-fw0gZ-z1raYOxIld9wU1T_4RHUoViBK91dpVGs46P1d1FNI66jJ_EhtDfrno7rt_zQx0kbIsPPu1LzMzoLxDLvI4AJeEIscqUm8ekSUFU/s1600-h/blog1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3DO1TBg2zkqOtQ92qA68eqhqpO4AQ1Y4ZX-fw0gZ-z1raYOxIld9wU1T_4RHUoViBK91dpVGs46P1d1FNI66jJ_EhtDfrno7rt_zQx0kbIsPPu1LzMzoLxDLvI4AJeEIscqUm8ekSUFU/s320/blog1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284329404032243826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4TvRhRgLTxKjrNvmOHVsNwvPVEtWtY2WCirpbv_vS1OqYiC0e0VU94YKPEP6bquY0ZhUaeiclZY1Vbh5MVqHNcGlhU_2NUj-EM73blss_q2uIFCzjrzVePb1ubefHNNpYhtzoemEz4Co/s1600-h/blog2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4TvRhRgLTxKjrNvmOHVsNwvPVEtWtY2WCirpbv_vS1OqYiC0e0VU94YKPEP6bquY0ZhUaeiclZY1Vbh5MVqHNcGlhU_2NUj-EM73blss_q2uIFCzjrzVePb1ubefHNNpYhtzoemEz4Co/s320/blog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284329599187860610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh3JTmB0EE_EjhIB7KWppWZ1F8biYvmmTddtMyZQObjxgXkWTg6vIZxfZKjX7xmx7YcjYvX-NftO6fZlaqDopHrmqhkwR54L48o7YRAuaCZJ6yQ8PUfVUOioB2i8mGYxaD77-6dhkB7V5/s1600-h/blog3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh3JTmB0EE_EjhIB7KWppWZ1F8biYvmmTddtMyZQObjxgXkWTg6vIZxfZKjX7xmx7YcjYvX-NftO6fZlaqDopHrmqhkwR54L48o7YRAuaCZJ6yQ8PUfVUOioB2i8mGYxaD77-6dhkB7V5/s320/blog3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284329727574575826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wVUKNYaBGVZdXVvJQPW5N_SGeiqSgkLzdJzILUPsubnOWhJtHW9T9dCRXmRBuMGzMgbh8UN49wYXQlsptqbhsM-vpnQ9f61gzBOQExSzuBf9H-oUOmSoju_V6TsC80wKmmKkO9_LbzkY/s1600-h/blog4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wVUKNYaBGVZdXVvJQPW5N_SGeiqSgkLzdJzILUPsubnOWhJtHW9T9dCRXmRBuMGzMgbh8UN49wYXQlsptqbhsM-vpnQ9f61gzBOQExSzuBf9H-oUOmSoju_V6TsC80wKmmKkO9_LbzkY/s320/blog4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284329830358460770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Shelby got a baking set for Christmas from her Aunt JJ and she was so excited to try it out. So after I put her brother down for a nap we got busy making her cupcakes from scratch, following a receipt that came with her set. Shelby had a blast, I let her measure and pour almost everything herself. She cleaned her own dishes and decorated them by herself too. I must say those were some NASTY cupcakes. While Grandpa and I tried them and gave them a thumps down (although we told Shelby they were yummy) Shelby thought they were divine. I guess maybe it is better when you are the one putting the work into it???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1