tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45332978315604272012024-03-13T09:29:37.694-05:00Private SkillywiddenDiscovering My Boys Discovering Themselves Erstwhile Discovering Myself - Pretension IntendedKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.comBlogger338125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-52438950545598950692008-09-18T16:00:00.004-05:002008-09-18T16:10:24.849-05:00Who said T-Rex was a meat eater?Fynn is a very picky eater, and even with stuff he does like, he eats very little of it. Just about every meal ends in his plate, over three-quarters full, being thrown on the floor before any of us can do anything about it. It's like he thinks, "I'm done, NOW WATCH!" Today was no exception, and unfortunately the plate had lots of peas left on it. Before I had a chance to clean it up, Bryce looked over and found him gently feeding peas to his dinosaur. I had to fish peas out of its mouth later, and I guess he must have been giving it "sips" of milk, too, because a white liquid trickled out of the corners of the mouth.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSESQnRBLAR5KiEx__E87akaQbrIE-5EPs0_UC6RJ576EUnw4-WAsyJVYF4owbLfiA_Kxoslq4OD23Jcxd3VfP19NDLK0LqfPpNO8KmFCJdj9QF2iIEhzEY4-oWdGMFSEsooZvTLmYis/s1600-h/HPIM3527.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSESQnRBLAR5KiEx__E87akaQbrIE-5EPs0_UC6RJ576EUnw4-WAsyJVYF4owbLfiA_Kxoslq4OD23Jcxd3VfP19NDLK0LqfPpNO8KmFCJdj9QF2iIEhzEY4-oWdGMFSEsooZvTLmYis/s320/HPIM3527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469809240668626" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Careful selection process<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49XhdD0rzQWReGk8hrOHQoLjINY5MYQ1KGGfVCh8FHWY8BBumei8diMJDf862YZGmHC6K1rY7JC4stCGWH4gkEf-koVDVohL_6cvoNDAlQeYFi83tvlP8xvfEUm51FQYhkZl6cNuImoo/s1600-h/HPIM3529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49XhdD0rzQWReGk8hrOHQoLjINY5MYQ1KGGfVCh8FHWY8BBumei8diMJDf862YZGmHC6K1rY7JC4stCGWH4gkEf-koVDVohL_6cvoNDAlQeYFi83tvlP8xvfEUm51FQYhkZl6cNuImoo/s320/HPIM3529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469585626787778" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"What? Whatcha starin' at? Dude's hungry."<br /></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-56260885713133404922008-09-17T23:46:00.003-05:002008-09-17T23:48:24.713-05:00Twilight spoofI don't know if anyone has seen this yet, but we found it tonight on YouTube and thought it was pretty funny. Slow in parts, but worth it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-62229596209885615962008-09-16T11:49:00.004-05:002008-09-16T11:57:16.695-05:00Hopefully I make it that far, or hopefully not...Today I had a doctor's appointment, and we were able to go ahead and schedule my C-section. As of right now, it's for October 30. I think it's possible I could end up in the hospital before that, though, as my due date is November 1, and I already have painful contractions through most nights. With Ewan, I was exactly 37 weeks when labor started, and it wouldn't surprise me if that happened again. I just wanted to update everyone. I'll be in the hospital for Halloween!!! Meep. But that's okay, I bought the baby a newborn hat that is a black owl with littel tufts that stick up on top. He'll be very cute wearing it in the hospital. <br /><br />Just for fun, all of my boys relaxing together, enjoying some Sesame Street before we had to leave this morning. Note Ewan's stash of Transformers that constantly accompanies him everywhere. Bryce was lamenting the fact that it was a nice, cool, snuggly-type morning and he had to get up and exert himself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlhs17quLkyriaQlrtx_5aJ7wQtZfi0efRy2y-equcTIJyINlC9pF12FnQXrCm8xL4SET-WL4s9EP2MUQ34oZ-VMXCu5BF4Q-3whRG1l0_61wfAsVlQfsI_PBLCST8_lMKB4UKEDjGJc/s1600-h/HPIM3520.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlhs17quLkyriaQlrtx_5aJ7wQtZfi0efRy2y-equcTIJyINlC9pF12FnQXrCm8xL4SET-WL4s9EP2MUQ34oZ-VMXCu5BF4Q-3whRG1l0_61wfAsVlQfsI_PBLCST8_lMKB4UKEDjGJc/s320/HPIM3520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246663540872014818" border="0" /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-69149252839716264932008-09-15T17:07:00.010-05:002008-09-15T22:11:37.425-05:00Partying for Corgan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kgsR69or86BPoXouTHeQ1SYEawY9hw_z8qP9TB2W5ZUdkBceK8ZfyxLo48vpMcUtDFj4Q7EUUfKEuHA9oSbMc7rv-3aWGV4o45Ce7QY0BwBw8pMAAA6Vn2NjgI-T2FwvZ4Xz3iiP8Ss/s1600-h/KelliShower_091w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kgsR69or86BPoXouTHeQ1SYEawY9hw_z8qP9TB2W5ZUdkBceK8ZfyxLo48vpMcUtDFj4Q7EUUfKEuHA9oSbMc7rv-3aWGV4o45Ce7QY0BwBw8pMAAA6Vn2NjgI-T2FwvZ4Xz3iiP8Ss/s320/KelliShower_091w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246450585028078850" /></a>This weekend, I had dinner with a bunch of friends, including my sister. It was a "non" shower if you will. I'm very self-conscious when it comes to things like showers. The day of my wedding shower, I literally nearly had a panic attack. I don't know why really - just everyone staring at me and how funny it feels for me when people do really nice things or buy something for me. So in order to avoid that a little, I wanted to just get to have dinner with some of my oldest and closest friends. Granted, it was still a "party" that was kind of thrown for me, and yes, people gave me things, but the fact that it was just like going out to dinner made it seem less overwhelming and I was much less self-conscious.<br /><br /><a href="http://myersvillepop6.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a>, <a href="http://johnandmissy.blogspot.com/">Missy</a>, <a href="http://hersheykissed.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a> and <a href="http://texasbowers.blogspot.com/">Shannon</a> went all out for me, and it overwhelms me the work and love they put into everything. And then at the dinner, friends from every era of my life were there. It was very interesting to have all of them there together. From my earliest hours on this earth, of course my sister Ashley, who is totally awesome. She is the first person to hold my babies when they come into this world and the one who hands them to me. She's been with me through so many dark days. <a href="http://adventuresofmeg.blogspot.com/">Erica</a> came and I've known her from the time we were knee-high to a grasshopper in church. My first memory of her is both of us yelling at each other during the primary program because one of us sat on the others' dress. It's such a funny thing to remember. Then from my singles days, one of my best friends I've just been reacquainted with, Marianne, was also there. She is a major reason that I was able to stay sane while Bryce was on his mission. And then during my time so far as a wife and mother, Missy, Shannon and Sarah. They have each been such important parts of my life over the last three years and have put up with lots of my insanity.<br /><br />There were so many wonderful gifts, some owl-themed (thanks, Ashley! The owl that hoots is among the favorites.) I would post some pictures of the cute clothes, but trust me, after the baby comes and is actually wearing them, I probably won't be able to resist posting a new picture of him every time he wears something for the first time. My actual favorite present was from Missy, who got two of the best pictures from <a href="http://johnandmissy.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html">Labor Day</a> and had them nicely framed, along with a third frame giving me one free photo session of the baby. Just seeing our beautiful boys in these pictures taken by someone so talented and able to capture them perfectly... Bryce and I each sigh in disbelief every time we look at them. I'm so excited to see the picture that ends up in Corgan's frame! (And thanks to Missy for all the pictures in this post!) I want to post about all the presents, but this is already too long! Although I will say the favors that Shannon, Sarah and Ashley made touched me so much that I did shed some tears in an alone moment. The iris bulbs were such a personal touch, and something I'm very sentimental about. I loved everything and I'll be a good girl and send out proper thank you notes this week. (If I'm not lazy this week, I might actually post a picture every day of each one. For my own entertainment if not anyone else's!)<br /><br />I've posted just a few, but more pictures and details from the night can be <a href="http://johnandmissy.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrating-baby-3.html">found here.</a> Thanks to everyone involved for all the love and I can't ever tell you how much it all means to me.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiTHuTZ9t_bzu9vz4JGR3UBYnTyOm1KM2a9ndZYIhviqR-fb1RkhyR4N9eGi0LC8YhhthyphenhyphenZlbREvhXqwTbD_ddbU65lr21dvDasq0iWLTvuKxK26q8Owz6Zg1nn3wPQa03gG-RMKm7JY/s1600-h/KelliShower_026w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiTHuTZ9t_bzu9vz4JGR3UBYnTyOm1KM2a9ndZYIhviqR-fb1RkhyR4N9eGi0LC8YhhthyphenhyphenZlbREvhXqwTbD_ddbU65lr21dvDasq0iWLTvuKxK26q8Owz6Zg1nn3wPQa03gG-RMKm7JY/s320/KelliShower_026w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246444712032061442" border="0" /></a>I just wanted to post a picture of Marianne because I'm still so thrilled she's back in my life. She came over one night last week while the men were working and we just talked for over five hours. I love her. *Sniffle*<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4o86g-1fHEwXRytFz2NucY4gIE-Kdbzb9nS9MOSjCV1dOGkvYPYIGaTMBOlTZQoybDtDEj1QHlMUt2NhPJzP6bm3EFPjiUiBwKWZWWpvjuWrG541KPs-G4vYMrVcWnb9yZvyk2F1Awj0/s1600-h/KelliShower_104w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4o86g-1fHEwXRytFz2NucY4gIE-Kdbzb9nS9MOSjCV1dOGkvYPYIGaTMBOlTZQoybDtDEj1QHlMUt2NhPJzP6bm3EFPjiUiBwKWZWWpvjuWrG541KPs-G4vYMrVcWnb9yZvyk2F1Awj0/s320/KelliShower_104w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246444713972920946" border="0" /></a>One of the framed pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlLrQu6hF06KfyYw7Ay6YcA1BUo-0-WdYGZz-ZGlCvupwylBtgwDcIVmSd1PrhKAQ4vPgpndLOplsLrhjsrCX22ed0X0qNha5w0DpjeE1xN2k2ZrIynu7Hi9gKZS6LonW9QKVd4iFJ8E/s1600-h/KelliShower_135w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlLrQu6hF06KfyYw7Ay6YcA1BUo-0-WdYGZz-ZGlCvupwylBtgwDcIVmSd1PrhKAQ4vPgpndLOplsLrhjsrCX22ed0X0qNha5w0DpjeE1xN2k2ZrIynu7Hi9gKZS6LonW9QKVd4iFJ8E/s320/KelliShower_135w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246444715617602306" border="0" /></a>My friends: Erica, Shannon, Sarah, Ashley, Marianne, (me), Missy<br />Thanks, everyone! (And a special thanks to Sarah, who covered my dinner.)<br /></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-88740491246985698112008-09-10T21:14:00.006-05:002008-09-10T21:22:15.784-05:00You are going to be sick of hearing from me......but this is what happens when your husband is working the night shift and Fall shows haven't started yet. I'm on the computer. A lot. You'd think I'd do something useful, like clean (nah!) or read something uplifting (nothing to read...) Instead - I'm checking out stuff I'll never be able to buy on Etsy. On that note, could you not just squeeze this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=cat3_gallery_18&listing_id=15074366">squishy baby</a> in his hat to pieces? I want to roll him up in my pocket and take him everywhere I go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKtP-mltdvc1c4avS8FX9SyQ_joRwQYJmUx7CXocxzBC6EOGxjymnX95f7ITuV8R35vN4VYW9AtooUH2vmBDzm51uwH6PvAJV9zckWOibzbqt642bP2sphOe_SDOHkwzm2OAtCzptolQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.37501833.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKtP-mltdvc1c4avS8FX9SyQ_joRwQYJmUx7CXocxzBC6EOGxjymnX95f7ITuV8R35vN4VYW9AtooUH2vmBDzm51uwH6PvAJV9zckWOibzbqt642bP2sphOe_SDOHkwzm2OAtCzptolQ/s320/il_430xN.37501833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244581679647804274" border="0" /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-30840404814814235702008-09-10T10:37:00.003-05:002008-09-10T10:40:30.573-05:00Promise not to call him Corgy(Wow, I haven't done this many posts in a long time...)<br /><br />Okay, so I'm a terrible secret keeper. At least with my own secrets - with someone else's secrets I'm good. With my own, I just can't keep it in. As a result, I've whispered the baby's name to enough people here and there that it is really quite pointless to keep it any kind of "secret" any longer. So here goes: Corgan Kelly. That is his name. Now if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. :)Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-74486610595973115922008-09-09T21:34:00.004-05:002008-09-09T21:36:37.258-05:00Part Deux: To inspire magical dreamsThis can be filed more along the lines of "Dear Donald Trump," but it never hurts to look. Mary Ann found<a href="http://www.vancleef-arpels.com/en/van-cleef.html#/midsummer/"> this beautiful site showcasing</a> the jewelry from which sprang the aforementioned perfume.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-35839245589010469252008-09-09T14:00:00.008-05:002008-09-09T14:10:47.054-05:00Dear Santa,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYBgJDL2_QBaPFbnEKXRH0rnadK-GrTu-NhYttZKvaKzyNyzEzWJcun1w1orDUMAthA8lAE2KXLcbPspcJUz9o4aa2d6YrWzCP37W4HuDPaOBfapxYTzRFTVR6zdnPIOQ1FBj7_sIfUw/s1600-h/NM-1RN2_en.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYBgJDL2_QBaPFbnEKXRH0rnadK-GrTu-NhYttZKvaKzyNyzEzWJcun1w1orDUMAthA8lAE2KXLcbPspcJUz9o4aa2d6YrWzCP37W4HuDPaOBfapxYTzRFTVR6zdnPIOQ1FBj7_sIfUw/s320/NM-1RN2_en.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244099348936996882" border="0" /></a>Do you see the fairy? Do you?!!! I don't even care what it smells like. Although it sounds very promising and Kelli-ish. From the website: <a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod65860158&cmCat=search&searchType=">"Faerie - A sparkling fragrance with a blend of violets, blackcurrant, Bulgarian Rose, Egyptian Jasmine, and Iris Butter that whirl with whimsy within the spectacular flacon to reveal the timeless spirit of Van Cleef & Arpels."</a><br /><br />Whatever. Do you see that fairy? Sitting on a tree branch? See her? Bring her to me. Please.<br /><br />Love,<br />KelliKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-13460504061852936442008-09-08T18:54:00.002-05:002008-09-08T18:56:45.217-05:00Beats cursingEwan's favorite movie all last week was "The Last Mimsy." Tonight while he was walking with a plateful of fish sticks, they all slid right off of the plate and onto the floor. Looking down at them in dismay and frustration, suddenly he exclaimed, "THE LAST OF ALL MIMSYS!!!" <br /><br />Of course, I laughed.<br /><br />He looked at me very sternly. "I wasn't saying that to be funny."Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-33939778804967852542008-09-07T21:30:00.007-05:002008-09-08T17:16:47.070-05:00Happiest DayWhile Bryce was on his mission, I met a girl in the singles ward named Marianne and we became very good friends. We had so much in common - from music to life's experiences and the fact that we both had tattoos. She was someone I could be completely myself around and she never judged. I loved hanging out with her at her house and we'd drive around in my truck and listen to music. We'd often leave church (our singles ward was pretty lame, at least that was our excuse) and go get something to drink or eat (hey, no judging...) I just loved her so much and was very sad when she up and got married and left me to live with her new husband in Canada. The last time we saw each other was during a hurried visit when I was newly pregnant with Ewan. Besides that little visit, it has been six years since we saw each other. She has moved around a lot over these past years - Canada, Georgia, Louisiana - and so we lost each other's phone numbers and I've just thought about her so much and missed her. <br /><br />Today, after I dismissed my primary class, a loud booming voice filled the room and in walked this tall blond goddess to wrap me in a hug. It was Marianne. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see someone in my life. Her husband is here for some training, and they'll be in our ward for the next two months. She had seen Bryce in the cultural hall and recognized him then went searching for me. I'll be so very sad when she leaves, but for now - I'm so happy that I've been near tears all day. We sat next to each other in sacrament and it was hard to not just sit and talk the entire time. We laughed as we kept hearing each other's stomach growling and played with the boys. We had her and her husband, Blake, over for dinner and it was like no time had passed at all. They do not have children, which is a shame because they were so amazing with the boys and by the time we left, Blake was giving Bryce some serious competition for Fynn's affections. <br /><br />This just goes down as one of my happiest days in a very long time, and she and I plan on seeing lots of each other before she leaves. They don't really know what they'll be doing after this, or where they will be, but my fingers are crossed he'll find an opportunity here so she can stay close. Here's hopin'.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-78514450887783152492008-09-02T08:18:00.011-05:002008-09-02T22:31:41.516-05:00Labor Day WeekendI love Labor Day - because it gives us a nice 3-day weekend. On Saturday, at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Bryce and I were suddenly thinking, "Hmmmm, let's hop in the car and drive to Austin." So we did. Ewan had been asking to go to a dinosaur museum, and a few days before I had found <a href="http://www.utexas.edu/tmm/">this one</a> by the UT campus. It was awesome. They had a<a href="http://www.utexas.edu/tmm/exhibits/pterosaur/index.html"> skeleton of a pterosaur</a>, specifically Quetzalcoatlus, hanging from the ceiling like it was flying over you. I kid you not when I say it was one of the most amazing, awe-inspiring things I've seen in my whole life. The picture doesn't do it justice. It was so huge, and just... WOW. It was so cool. There were also lots of other skeletons of giant bison and some random little dinosaurs. They had different rocks both from Earth and space - just a lot of really neat things. By the time we hit the 3rd floor, I couldn't really walk anymore and had to sit and whine inside to myself. After, we headed over to Jesse and Amy's to visit. We were able to see the baby's nursery and Amy and I compared pregnancy woes. It stinks because I probably won't get to see her baby for a while. I don't want to burden them right after he's born - she has Ashley coming to help and we don't need too many cooks in the kitchen. And our little guy will be coming right after by a few weeks, so I won't be up to traveling. Hopefully it won't be too long. I'd like to see him before he starts cutting teeth!<br /><br />For Labor Day, the <a href="http://johnandmissy.blogspot.com">Saunders</a> came over and Bryce made some steak and pork using one of his odd concoctions and it turned out really good. Ewan, Fynn and Ben ran around the house playing trains and Transformers (Ewan's latest OBSESSION.) Then we let them play outside in our two little kiddie pools. They splashed, blew bubbles, and chased the cats. Missy took lots of wonderful pictures. So we take no credit for the ones I'm going to post. It was all Missy! The guys then went off to do a little golfing while Missy and I put the kids to bed. We ate cookies and talked for a long time, even after the guys got back. There's no telling how long we would have been up talking if not for the fact John had to get up at 4:30 this morning. It was so much fun - the only downside being that I had to switch from chair to couch to floor back to chair or couch to alleviate back pain. But, hey, I'll consider it my exercise!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBxGUQ_w993gBIlqi3TVYCvRd0xmJkAhoashde-uvOIjwDaloUfnb0D9ZBI-h5O2eaaWd31_Gsys50LgCsWqRpbU7dwdHZ3ojaE4ctdBeSanroFx_Feuj1vyVlRpvNn3T6wYcadWjxts/s1600-h/_MG_3736.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBxGUQ_w993gBIlqi3TVYCvRd0xmJkAhoashde-uvOIjwDaloUfnb0D9ZBI-h5O2eaaWd31_Gsys50LgCsWqRpbU7dwdHZ3ojaE4ctdBeSanroFx_Feuj1vyVlRpvNn3T6wYcadWjxts/s320/_MG_3736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419400733628530" border="0" /></a>This was about the best Ewan would let her take until she bribed him with more bubbles...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtW5GSrqsUiuHnvhrFfxisnPqvuxc-6anf6IY7-Gnj4DiSdFT3c8vHCYoGvXNKXB_a1eB3PIhME5AgTkjrmXXvux_pF8ssFO87ca_UxikHKyBC7P9rQHWG84MeQ6H9ppWMLp9WiiO0vg/s1600-h/_MG_3851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtW5GSrqsUiuHnvhrFfxisnPqvuxc-6anf6IY7-Gnj4DiSdFT3c8vHCYoGvXNKXB_a1eB3PIhME5AgTkjrmXXvux_pF8ssFO87ca_UxikHKyBC7P9rQHWG84MeQ6H9ppWMLp9WiiO0vg/s320/_MG_3851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419410139843506" border="0" /></a>...then he turned into a male model, giving her different poses and facial expressions. This is one I call, "The Kelli Expression." I never noticed those two dimples until Missy pointed them out.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEL2h6YxTma8SVjsUluE_bzCO1c6fxuqeIv18g3jrx4Mzevj0uCm9zIMrEtQOr3vU6PitImU8r-oQnbeeWf_YOsMujsUodt0BGWdU7gEGFNevtpfwgDMWTwWWZQfALODW-lz_mxqInvMQ/s1600-h/_MG_3761.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEL2h6YxTma8SVjsUluE_bzCO1c6fxuqeIv18g3jrx4Mzevj0uCm9zIMrEtQOr3vU6PitImU8r-oQnbeeWf_YOsMujsUodt0BGWdU7gEGFNevtpfwgDMWTwWWZQfALODW-lz_mxqInvMQ/s320/_MG_3761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419404125572082" border="0" /></a>Cutie Fynn, looking like Daddy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dE5zXdxBOqTVsu7B3Tdnz7MxFyQsw2He6C5LPqdLHeUWVPLRQpH9v60ETLJiOL-tY3lG9jXOFOTNI7drto4H0LO9B-y0ZCCmel1IOqOEvIKHDVO-1cTAmDcpDn7Qd_543ltJrudv8wI/s1600-h/_MG_3704.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dE5zXdxBOqTVsu7B3Tdnz7MxFyQsw2He6C5LPqdLHeUWVPLRQpH9v60ETLJiOL-tY3lG9jXOFOTNI7drto4H0LO9B-y0ZCCmel1IOqOEvIKHDVO-1cTAmDcpDn7Qd_543ltJrudv8wI/s320/_MG_3704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418025562391410" border="0" /></a>We were out of swim diapers. This thing was bursting at the seams,<br />until it finally start to fall off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftv0vYeUTP_clLwVi6E-bzVJaMEWrdT775ksKxJzeh0yEEHdW1HG8ePsLu2n2ybwxZB-Ma3aaQUiNx9R1d-T6teYiwS8PVubZ2fqk4Ln5qe0YCRL_05IhEceBy0mM6m5QR9SgHg6A2cA/s1600-h/_MG_3708.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftv0vYeUTP_clLwVi6E-bzVJaMEWrdT775ksKxJzeh0yEEHdW1HG8ePsLu2n2ybwxZB-Ma3aaQUiNx9R1d-T6teYiwS8PVubZ2fqk4Ln5qe0YCRL_05IhEceBy0mM6m5QR9SgHg6A2cA/s320/_MG_3708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418030233369106" border="0" /></a>I post this only because my blog is private. His swimming shorts didn't stay on much better, and I had to run after him at one point to pull them up to a level of decency.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xmC9d4sc24-ZIZPAYTdsa7Fjt28uTU_gLUeXzfa7BWpvLokTSWtOjX4fk7c1ebmZsxm7Obuy9I8hGBVDZY6UW4NtmGmHcq4lXe1ZJhyphenhyphens7pYhyphenhyphenGBEWpJEsbbSo5nBnjCEeERetfAwUy4/s1600-h/_MG_3790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xmC9d4sc24-ZIZPAYTdsa7Fjt28uTU_gLUeXzfa7BWpvLokTSWtOjX4fk7c1ebmZsxm7Obuy9I8hGBVDZY6UW4NtmGmHcq4lXe1ZJhyphenhyphens7pYhyphenhyphenGBEWpJEsbbSo5nBnjCEeERetfAwUy4/s320/_MG_3790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421262097391538" border="0" /></a>Fynn sat at the edge of the yard and stared at the wind blowing the trees.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz9cvcUIFvoQdbYnMA2iNlXEFXhdkq_Q7kGMvxQF31Y0inO2eZsGiTyobVZe2mQF4SPXL89hDh_6fbIQE5BgHp7H4K5hA8CLAYu9z76Qw24HnjaHyaGbN8c8b9PXZ8rgMG8x4vapZq9Y/s1600-h/_MG_3808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz9cvcUIFvoQdbYnMA2iNlXEFXhdkq_Q7kGMvxQF31Y0inO2eZsGiTyobVZe2mQF4SPXL89hDh_6fbIQE5BgHp7H4K5hA8CLAYu9z76Qw24HnjaHyaGbN8c8b9PXZ8rgMG8x4vapZq9Y/s320/_MG_3808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419409867580930" border="0" /></a>BUBBLES!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuD03sLjcP7556MqaXl0wvVMLd_y5jB4uguV0NqKLfrkBeBgojZVHj9hTGtLSpr9_UzaHLRIIGrVi_Yq2D5krZey3ak3OKrlV9oLFZeCBIr2P0oXd13GpIj0Mt7p8BEYj87UMd0SAh9Y/s1600-h/_MG_3734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuD03sLjcP7556MqaXl0wvVMLd_y5jB4uguV0NqKLfrkBeBgojZVHj9hTGtLSpr9_UzaHLRIIGrVi_Yq2D5krZey3ak3OKrlV9oLFZeCBIr2P0oXd13GpIj0Mt7p8BEYj87UMd0SAh9Y/s320/_MG_3734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418035836386018" border="0" /></a>Cute, hilarious Ben.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYc9DlQjb89BjPOBFvrH7Q6CT-CMaXh8gpSYcMsfZb5RmrQrWwaYCGPv6D-4Vhm4N6C0sZkjEAqUcL601BnmbI-AvQAtaG3d2bNTXJAPJtOo6tww1dxXxB3qGBJKi17iG0lN0pG-Z444/s1600-h/_MG_3714.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYc9DlQjb89BjPOBFvrH7Q6CT-CMaXh8gpSYcMsfZb5RmrQrWwaYCGPv6D-4Vhm4N6C0sZkjEAqUcL601BnmbI-AvQAtaG3d2bNTXJAPJtOo6tww1dxXxB3qGBJKi17iG0lN0pG-Z444/s320/_MG_3714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421268246593762" border="0" /></a>This is the face he makes when he says "Juice," "Cheese," or "Shoes."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0v0DxEmjbjO4olrcfemAM8SMF2IzSa8af-xFMBYlKHHhzgT0YZYNbypbiu09Qyau1Wcg1YbYavPhhj95PVPaic4Hk2QLlsbIbp45lTkMA63LST3tzLA_V1RYN-F4nhA8SPLeoMeLQgQ/s1600-h/_MG_3869.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0v0DxEmjbjO4olrcfemAM8SMF2IzSa8af-xFMBYlKHHhzgT0YZYNbypbiu09Qyau1Wcg1YbYavPhhj95PVPaic4Hk2QLlsbIbp45lTkMA63LST3tzLA_V1RYN-F4nhA8SPLeoMeLQgQ/s320/_MG_3869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419415156330770" border="0" /></a>Such a cool friggin' kid.<br /><br /></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-36821060218295870002008-08-27T23:21:00.003-05:002008-08-27T23:40:14.026-05:00Pimp my rideI'm lucky when pregnant in the sense that I don't get morning sickness at all. Ever. Maybe a little gaggy, but that's about it. But my body makes up for it in other ways, and I don't get a respite for the entire nine months. First, exhaustion. Now, I know everyone is exhausted when they are pregnant, so nothing new, but I swear sometimes I can't even lift my arms. The worst part for me is back pain. BAD back pain. In fact, a shooting, spiking pain that starts on my left hip and goes all the way down my leg is usually my first indication that I'm pregnant. I'll have days where I wake up okay, but as I'm walking, it will literally feel like I've been shot - the pain is that sudden and severe. Sometimes my leg will buckle beneath me. I had this with Ewan, but only at night. With Fynn, it was so bad there were days I literally couldn't take care of Ewan and had to call someone to come get him because I couldn't even walk through the kitchen to make him food. This pregnancy I've had it as well, but there have been good days interspersed. Until this past Friday. It has been so very, very bad. And no respite. And I'm so frustrated. The pain really is so awful, and I consider myself to have a pretty good tolerance for pain. The problem is that I also have a high tolerance for medicine, and mere Tylenol does absolutely NOTHING to help this pain. I don't even bother taking it anymore, because it's pointless. Nights like tonight, where even laying down doesn't help, but merely makes my leg throb as if reminding me, "Hey, at least you didn't throw up like some people," I feel like I just can't do it anymore. I just want one normal day, pain free, where I can walk around my house without stumbling or shrieking. I am a pretty melodramatic person by nature, but I really try to hold it in with this. I try so hard not to react - it throbs constantly - but then the shooting pain comes so suddenly, so sharp that it completely takes me by surprise. There's no real point to this post, just to express my frustration and tears and MAKE IT STOP!<br /><br />I told Bryce I'm going to buy a wheelchair (only half-joking.) I'll need help from my friends and family to "pimp it out" for me. I want a 20 oz. Coke holder and a compartment that keeps my chocolate chip cookies warm while also keeping my milk cold. A guacamole and chip dispenser would be nice, an outlet for my iPod to charge, and some nice rims would be good, too, 20 or more inches please. An arm that pops up with a water-misting fan will be absolutely necessary as well. I'm sure I'll think of more later. I'll accept blueprints and prototypes by mail. Hurry, I have two months left. <br /><br />TWO MONTHS! Waaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!<br /><br />(Disclaimer: I am so excited to be having this baby. I've accepted this is my lot when bringing a new little guy into the world. I'm grateful for this pregnancy- it just doesn't make it any easier.)Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-82290092560629270002008-08-24T21:59:00.006-05:002008-08-24T22:08:56.480-05:00My personal leechBack in May, what was once very cute and sweet...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUmMx3v2jEkDbPrUbSLrTTIjHIW548i7RdOT_WFr-FPZgQ5D_s6C8GmziulKOGtc5nBWWbpIU7OVrfmTifXci20E9hbxT7cCjkapV3vB1CmLcFz_EcAeczRVamkft32G9BEdF005AY2E/s1600-h/IMGP0931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUmMx3v2jEkDbPrUbSLrTTIjHIW548i7RdOT_WFr-FPZgQ5D_s6C8GmziulKOGtc5nBWWbpIU7OVrfmTifXci20E9hbxT7cCjkapV3vB1CmLcFz_EcAeczRVamkft32G9BEdF005AY2E/s320/IMGP0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285202474927154" border="0" /></a><br />Now, not so much...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4v1Nh2mF9Cr7wfyryrQMKF9bd8fGsV_RANHF65NP3Vc9szK3dnCeUzghTK3OIt2nyOyv0RCT3Z-Jk1XJwlzszNHheODoNEseCpCfcx_DjQZoKLImIvqfsIwrF6L27U5i0dA0iOY4Q4U/s1600-h/HPIM3504.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4v1Nh2mF9Cr7wfyryrQMKF9bd8fGsV_RANHF65NP3Vc9szK3dnCeUzghTK3OIt2nyOyv0RCT3Z-Jk1XJwlzszNHheODoNEseCpCfcx_DjQZoKLImIvqfsIwrF6L27U5i0dA0iOY4Q4U/s320/HPIM3504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238286893939165714" border="0" /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-72597136216253024012008-08-23T21:44:00.006-05:002008-08-24T00:03:33.714-05:00Lovely ThingsMy little sister, Amy, had a baby shower for her first baby last Saturday. Her baby boy will be coming at the end of September, and we're very excited. (Pictures of the shower will be coming in the next week, which I'm excited about because I don't have many pictures of my two sisters and I together as bona-fide grown-ups.) Anyway, as I was leaving the shower, Amy ran out after me saying she had something for me. She is a very talented jewelry maker, clothes-sewer, creative type person (which I envy enormously) and she has been working on embroidery. She had embroidered a bag for me using a Black Apple pattern. Voila:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdyhp4kfEuRKpZ6iviTvBtaU2IsGY5xd88KIzYXIoVqf-JYSnsHfSL3hRDORz921YW_cD3tUvjgeNi0DPSPArrlwMlzIlbkOqzmtWHkJKBrQlZbhBOWoVwmg0uK627BnjEt5iIbxvl6M/s1600-h/HPIM3502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdyhp4kfEuRKpZ6iviTvBtaU2IsGY5xd88KIzYXIoVqf-JYSnsHfSL3hRDORz921YW_cD3tUvjgeNi0DPSPArrlwMlzIlbkOqzmtWHkJKBrQlZbhBOWoVwmg0uK627BnjEt5iIbxvl6M/s320/HPIM3502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237942416483184578" border="0" /></a>Very cute, sorry I couldn't get a better picture. Thanks, Amy.<br /><br />On another note, I am with music the way I am with friends. I am very much a loyalist to a select few bands/friends, and I very rarely let a new person/song/band into my life. For example, I am very much a loyalist to The Cure and Better than Ezra, as well as the good ol' 80s guys like Erasure and Pet Shop Boys. It takes forever before I accept something new. A few weeks ago, Bryce and I each allowed ourselves to buy one album off of iTunes, and it took me over a week before I could pick something. I've always heard of <a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/splash/">Death Cab for Cutie</a>, but never tried to listen. But, oh, when I did... I have a new favorite. It joins the ranks and status of The Cure and BTE. I bought their album Plans and then later Transatlanticism. And my new favorite song, you know, in addition to all my favorite Cure songs, is "I Will Follow You into the Dark." I love the simple guitar, I love the words, I love his voice. It makes me sigh in happiness. The addition of this song to my limited music obsessions must be documented.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNIS0cuDOMw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-57087027066094900012008-08-23T06:16:00.003-05:002008-08-23T06:20:19.145-05:00You try coming up with a title on three hours of sleep...Maybe it's because I went to bed at nearly 2 am, woke up at 5 am in pain and feeling weird, spent one hour in the bath, and am now sitting at the computer at 6:17 am eating RitzBitz Cheese Sandwich crackers (sooooo good) and drinking a Coke, but I think <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/americas/08/22/argentina.dog.tale/index.html">this story is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">awesome</span></a>. Except for the stupid mother, but you know, hey, be inspired where you can...Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-33330492026296096502008-08-20T12:07:00.001-05:002008-08-20T12:09:19.139-05:00My son the pole dancer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6RmFD201a9Apubnj-RTAkVSvbPNYAvaspLn4dvTA2uu0kPXwOn8A1iLlvJkhWLO0OvpEpImNnIb6hDaAA5VsLK6nP3M6ggmTippd4x4BTCVvt2RP8xwSK1kDh9Tnkl8LT6ySyXEJmEc6/s1600-h/HPIM3496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6RmFD201a9Apubnj-RTAkVSvbPNYAvaspLn4dvTA2uu0kPXwOn8A1iLlvJkhWLO0OvpEpImNnIb6hDaAA5VsLK6nP3M6ggmTippd4x4BTCVvt2RP8xwSK1kDh9Tnkl8LT6ySyXEJmEc6/s320/HPIM3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648052981460338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAJ8CLbvUGolEUtJAMKrK3PfLLUJKzQn38R5VoPFWFsUu3XPef4psfaltAiBqOYlIhyphenhyphenukv6XuFQVc-EqHwudIXq4qDOsnDMDQotg7AQCZL_Do8XmUzUVhjjCmWV-8YlpJhY0B7v7Eae8/s1600-h/HPIM3498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAJ8CLbvUGolEUtJAMKrK3PfLLUJKzQn38R5VoPFWFsUu3XPef4psfaltAiBqOYlIhyphenhyphenukv6XuFQVc-EqHwudIXq4qDOsnDMDQotg7AQCZL_Do8XmUzUVhjjCmWV-8YlpJhY0B7v7Eae8/s320/HPIM3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648065289783490" border="0" /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-11492542339300579302008-08-19T13:36:00.003-05:002008-08-19T13:42:49.424-05:00Love when the stuff I love gets trendy......then I can stock up on pointless odds and ends. I went to Target looking for a three-ring binder, and in the school supply section I found this owl folder:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX69_lzSh9j6jmINb4i4bwKwceik5G3tEOqJuO7Kkvau2vtpdW7yVeTiwBbVoqSP2X3HmYaezZ2NCCElhKhbpRXOEaQLxuJ9I900RzQ76xpLvUOr0gVTG_LLyj1jmnMubevkR8m5rX4z2J/s1600-h/HPIM3495.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX69_lzSh9j6jmINb4i4bwKwceik5G3tEOqJuO7Kkvau2vtpdW7yVeTiwBbVoqSP2X3HmYaezZ2NCCElhKhbpRXOEaQLxuJ9I900RzQ76xpLvUOr0gVTG_LLyj1jmnMubevkR8m5rX4z2J/s320/HPIM3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236300888998485202" border="0" /></a>It's so cute I want to pinch its cheeks and squeeze its legs.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-42354069137892640382008-08-17T21:22:00.004-05:002008-08-18T07:31:10.830-05:00Four TagFour random things I love about my husband :<br />1. Not really random, but he is an AMAZING father<br />2. Very blue eyes<br />3. He likes cats<br />4. He looks at me like I'm Angelina Jolie no matter what I look like<br /><br />Four jobs I’ve had:<br />1. Salesperson at Victoria's Secret<br />2. Assistant teacher at multiple daycares<br />3. Waitress (for five days)<br />4. Telemarketer for Olan Mills<br /><br />Four movies I have watched more than once:<br />1. 13 Going on 30<br />2. Out of Africa<br />3. Lonesome Dove (weird coincidence, a commercial for this movie just came on...)<br />4. Quigley Down Under<br /><br />Four TV shows I watch:<br />1. 30 Rock<br />2. The Office<br />3. Lost<br />4. Scrubs<br /><br />Four random places I have been:<br />1. Tillamook Cheese Factory (just like Shannon)<br />2. Um.... your house<br />3. The Goonies house<br />4. Um... your mom's house<br /><br />Four of my favorite foods:<br />1. Pasta (the cheesier the better)<br />2. Avocados in any form<br />3. Coke (yeah, that's a food!)<br />4. Taquitos<br /><br />Four places I would like to visit:<br />1. Ireland<br />2. Egyptian pyramids<br />3. New York City<br />4. Fairyland<br /><br />Four things I am looking forward to in the coming year:<br />1. New babies, mine and Amy's. Especially mine.<br />2. Fynn's second birthday, which is going to be a blowout because his first birthday blew.<br />3. Hopefully, toward the end of 12 months, a new house<br />4. Christmas<br /><br />Four people I tag:<br />1. Ashley<br />2. Erica<br />3. Cristina <br />4. Grace<div>5. Oh, and I'm adding an extra: Missy.</div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-71216569113014066472008-08-09T22:35:00.007-05:002008-08-09T23:17:00.677-05:00So much to catch up on...... and I'll probably forget most of it. Last weekend, we made a last minute plan to drive down to Glen Rose and see the <a href="http://www.fossilrim.com/index.php">wild animal safari</a>. Afterward, we planned on checking out the dinosaur prints at the river. The safari was a huge success with the boys. We had taken Ewan once when he was very little, and he didn't care, but he loved it this time. Fynn was also very excited and grinned and giggled the entire time.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn82MRxiBPTgZJXeWASf-cOYK6xYgP67hUGGExn7yat8JNaQEV60uPV0UOBPFfZDMMWUFTrLfQ67P027zXcQY_dOS6s5zJz6YB-EnQ7DuWm2hXjDl5TR6TEvaF-lkAHE9kswTypaLX74rI/s1600-h/IMGP1156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn82MRxiBPTgZJXeWASf-cOYK6xYgP67hUGGExn7yat8JNaQEV60uPV0UOBPFfZDMMWUFTrLfQ67P027zXcQY_dOS6s5zJz6YB-EnQ7DuWm2hXjDl5TR6TEvaF-lkAHE9kswTypaLX74rI/s320/IMGP1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232729868979002498" border="0" /></a>Random deer. LOTS of deer there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyQ1KTa74QmhARWMsXnSrL2ObYwtly50WCRNL7jp5f2u1gF-BcU3bYhdIQ8U6zvarDBXP58_QYhnFS9b0pF70CdofZcYeHw-n_-BAOsEVwTKrzF6RKYLXOR1D2kfObgB9W16ULRqwVr6A/s1600-h/IMGP1176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyQ1KTa74QmhARWMsXnSrL2ObYwtly50WCRNL7jp5f2u1gF-BcU3bYhdIQ8U6zvarDBXP58_QYhnFS9b0pF70CdofZcYeHw-n_-BAOsEVwTKrzF6RKYLXOR1D2kfObgB9W16ULRqwVr6A/s320/IMGP1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232729883524830642" border="0" /></a>Ignoring the warning to not feed them by hand. He was pretty.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0er9Bzi5zHSa97AvPtUsxwj-9RVI_r6e27h3FwkljmL-G0l7Vk47lBxu9n1XY1it_4QIo-PhPjOKEJSkZ35kmjA-raQr4LKv3ss7VBPlRuQgunVsYJ7uIFBLReX6lnM9brxgCJmC_-tD/s1600-h/IMGP1214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0er9Bzi5zHSa97AvPtUsxwj-9RVI_r6e27h3FwkljmL-G0l7Vk47lBxu9n1XY1it_4QIo-PhPjOKEJSkZ35kmjA-raQr4LKv3ss7VBPlRuQgunVsYJ7uIFBLReX6lnM9brxgCJmC_-tD/s320/IMGP1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232729896148624306" border="0" /></a>Ignoring the warning again for Ewan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQY_Yypdm6QdZRsOhyjDpxBv2WV-LVEd0RzfPBTFdAZHgd0iFskLyjGXeJNqrbJuXcBNzUEyl-saPq1XFQ_jb_3hCNalzMXX6oZOXOwla-DMCXejf_UKuHiLHgtvjP3cjJqMF2zShdTPVS/s1600-h/IMGP1206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQY_Yypdm6QdZRsOhyjDpxBv2WV-LVEd0RzfPBTFdAZHgd0iFskLyjGXeJNqrbJuXcBNzUEyl-saPq1XFQ_jb_3hCNalzMXX6oZOXOwla-DMCXejf_UKuHiLHgtvjP3cjJqMF2zShdTPVS/s320/IMGP1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232737958447003362" border="0" /></a>Not the best picture, in fact Bryce looks a little like a serial killer. But he was the photographer for the trip and Fynn practically needs to be surgically removed from him, so a self-portrait it was.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWFhvJwq9Xxz_820DUGfgh0wfKHKNQH5nI_x9RX7_bm6wccONlwDALGyZ7lV_LpBdu5iVp56poedLw06GNR6qSZXIAd6LK03R4jTji9Xrizqod8yIq8Z2xkxZj1K0EcVp_rdkbodqNcZ9/s1600-h/IMGP1169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWFhvJwq9Xxz_820DUGfgh0wfKHKNQH5nI_x9RX7_bm6wccONlwDALGyZ7lV_LpBdu5iVp56poedLw06GNR6qSZXIAd6LK03R4jTji9Xrizqod8yIq8Z2xkxZj1K0EcVp_rdkbodqNcZ9/s320/IMGP1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232729891148822338" border="0" /></a>I almost kidnapped this one. Seriously. If he'd only come a step closer...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyAh-6lwi23ZzST8iSUYkJ8Q3ctkOLeSReWu05_uBN7PHONJnjCTLrUyiboeDF2EEnewx5mbFqicjqlTdaIoNrbCbAnD-YoZhgyJ9ZSdcAWOf2UTbliqmtylgvqZAGR0mfDtcizILglNi/s1600-h/IMGP1222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyAh-6lwi23ZzST8iSUYkJ8Q3ctkOLeSReWu05_uBN7PHONJnjCTLrUyiboeDF2EEnewx5mbFqicjqlTdaIoNrbCbAnD-YoZhgyJ9ZSdcAWOf2UTbliqmtylgvqZAGR0mfDtcizILglNi/s320/IMGP1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232730338005776338" border="0" /></a>What's up, Giraffe?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcLzt67N7y47Zu1hziYq6KyqmwC3UJaF3Rn6oPSx3excNXRUZgay7XNDwzVtebBbp4znVv_CEvoueQimNGdDLPSzqcCdcA8LR0w1QaUmQtXtnzVFXRU50T2A0wLML_OxuTiCZPLC36lLT/s1600-h/IMGP1234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcLzt67N7y47Zu1hziYq6KyqmwC3UJaF3Rn6oPSx3excNXRUZgay7XNDwzVtebBbp4znVv_CEvoueQimNGdDLPSzqcCdcA8LR0w1QaUmQtXtnzVFXRU50T2A0wLML_OxuTiCZPLC36lLT/s320/IMGP1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232730347546932002" border="0" /></a>And the crowning glory of the day, letting Ewan drive for part of the safari.<br /><br />After this, we went to the river, where we soaked for a little while. And where I totally bit the dust on one particularly slimy rock. A couple of women there were pretty sure I was going to go into labor, but I was totally fine. I was more impressed with myself because I was carrying Fynn and was able to completely shield him from getting hurt at all. I actually think those women were disgusted with me for even doing anything like that while pregnant, but one of their husbands shushed them by yelling out, "That baby's fine in the embryotic sac!" Indeed. Then we couldn't find the path back up the river wall to the parking ground, and ended up doing some serious hiking. Like, for real hiking. The best part was when I had to climb up over a rock that was almost taller than me.<br /><br />Anyway, that's all for now. Although I did get my hair done, with Missy - which she posted about <a href="http://johnandmissy.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hair-fun-friends-weekend-cool.html">here</a>. I loved the girl who did my hair, she was awesome. I knew I was looking pretty blah before the haircut, but I didn't realize how bad until I saw how good it looked after. The day before my C-section is scheduled, I am so going back to her to trim and fix my hair so I'll look good in the hospital. You know, at least until the trauma wears me into looking awful. I'm just going to post one of my after pics. Check out Missy's blog for the rest of the pictures, because hers was totally cute, too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYH9qfeCDHGrkZgzRXG_6XEP_-HrN4tVHQvpCgDjMyzwN2cSUzCfQCUnoMOU64LYYby0YKAkd098oDTqfsiMPrbcX_AYrrLeV9Ip-l85h-aaF0pmzjAlnihSxN7iM5pDfI14a_vR-XIoy/s1600-h/HAIR_017w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYH9qfeCDHGrkZgzRXG_6XEP_-HrN4tVHQvpCgDjMyzwN2cSUzCfQCUnoMOU64LYYby0YKAkd098oDTqfsiMPrbcX_AYrrLeV9Ip-l85h-aaF0pmzjAlnihSxN7iM5pDfI14a_vR-XIoy/s320/HAIR_017w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232734878297771794" border="0" /></a>First on the agenda after Baby comes - get rid of that face fat!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0er9Bzi5zHSa97AvPtUsxwj-9RVI_r6e27h3FwkljmL-G0l7Vk47lBxu9n1XY1it_4QIo-PhPjOKEJSkZ35kmjA-raQr4LKv3ss7VBPlRuQgunVsYJ7uIFBLReX6lnM9brxgCJmC_-tD/s1600-h/IMGP1214.JPG"><br /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-8696742599230318222008-08-05T07:54:00.001-05:002008-08-05T07:55:45.170-05:00Dumbest Parents EVER Award Goes To...... <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080805/ap_on_re_us/underwear_researcher">these folks</a>. I honestly think they should also be charged with... with... something!Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-68014587140682347122008-08-03T13:24:00.002-05:002008-08-03T13:25:29.294-05:00The newest addition to the Taylor family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipewR5azI9jGrCJoBE_V40RFiianVvskxrm8M0fCn6q67bEUMwlZvLXmUaqUDaHx03RD6HAouwoWD5zgAWB97F8wuMpYk4hYukhmHYZToGP-rpl9dImbMfVJglIfQHMGvYcP6pq9-dt99W/s1600-h/HPIM3423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipewR5azI9jGrCJoBE_V40RFiianVvskxrm8M0fCn6q67bEUMwlZvLXmUaqUDaHx03RD6HAouwoWD5zgAWB97F8wuMpYk4hYukhmHYZToGP-rpl9dImbMfVJglIfQHMGvYcP6pq9-dt99W/s320/HPIM3423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230359203446487106" /></a>Does anyone hear angels singing? Because I do.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-69151606402813076732008-08-02T22:54:00.003-05:002008-08-02T22:56:18.647-05:00Lots to blog aboutI swear I have lots to write about, but the last thing I have wanted to do is get on here and spout my mouth and post pictures. I've gotten so lazy. But hopefully tomorrow I will feel up to it. Sad, I know, it's just sitting at a desk and typing and using a mouse. But it's more than I can bear. *Sigh* Just tired.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-5685929349289421702008-07-30T20:08:00.002-05:002008-07-30T20:09:36.436-05:00Looking like his daddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBMrSXRDqWx4xHDSH2vXf3yxCSVdWKGz3PBYypBhF6-Ebw1WEdeMJ33fC4E-DBB9GC0p7cILpbKp54ezB-5-jrYT4NGPcJu61ce-2OI4l3L4cbHVckuC-SVy0Qawl6KvaxUzVJGURwu7n/s1600-h/IMGP1150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBMrSXRDqWx4xHDSH2vXf3yxCSVdWKGz3PBYypBhF6-Ebw1WEdeMJ33fC4E-DBB9GC0p7cILpbKp54ezB-5-jrYT4NGPcJu61ce-2OI4l3L4cbHVckuC-SVy0Qawl6KvaxUzVJGURwu7n/s320/IMGP1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228978900004671442" /></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-75590730264372204802008-07-26T23:15:00.004-05:002008-09-10T23:52:36.185-05:00Name suggestionsI just wanted to thank everyone for their <a href="http://skillywidden.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-name-baby.html">name suggestions</a>. Bryce and I both looked at all of them, and come to the same general consensus on each one. I do now have what I think is a perfect, wonderful name for the new baby, but it's possible I may change my mind once I look into his wee little eyes. For that reason, and also to avoid any rude reactions we may get - which always irritate me - we are keeping it secret until he comes. I'm not flattering myself that everyone is just dying to know the baby's name, but I wanted to acknowledge the suggestions and thanks for the help!Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533297831560427201.post-49656359161653060762008-07-22T22:02:00.002-05:002008-07-22T22:03:28.995-05:00Update1. Bryce was not home early from work yesterday. In fact he was quite late. But he's going to go in late tomorrow. Because...<br />2. ...while Fynn is better, Ewan is not. He's already sicker than Fynn was. <br /><br />*Sigh*Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07889988616165992557noreply@blogger.com1