tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31117455252543169362024-03-04T23:41:45.463-08:00The Edler FamilyLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-57853352837979676502011-05-19T14:22:00.000-07:002011-05-19T14:26:56.967-07:00A kiss!<div style="text-align: left;">I am done with Nursing school! I graduated on May 13 with my Bachelor of Science in Nursing. And lemme tell ya, I never wanna go back to school. I have no idea what the future holds--work wise. As for now, I'm cramming for the giant NCLEX that I will probably take in July. Who am I kidding, I haven't started cramming yet, I'm enjoying my time with my little firecracker-whipper snapper kid.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcCtmEP_iTvwKwlDf4pjYGOWNDrwBGyviM1OoeAdwac93aOIF_x-ksKQy1Gl-UgmB4XzOqteRU2W7LG0E-nfqUtEhrx6Wwovb7ya1iZN0TOGitdfbVsrDs_S_OsAbuhRh8yY50LHEKck/s400/BSN+Lisa-291.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608541238237173282" /></div><div><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-3203112836317934792011-04-08T13:56:00.001-07:002011-04-08T14:17:23.520-07:00I did it!<div>I finished my classes for nursing school. All I have left to do is my 120 hour practicum, which will be 10 days of 12 hour shifts at Kennewick General Hospital's Family Birthing Center! I am very excited, it is exactly what I want to do. I start tomorrow.</div><div>In nursing school, I have gained many things, including:</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>about 12 pounds</li><li>the ability to smell and see things most people could not do without barfing</li><li>awesome friends</li><li>even better enemies (just kidding)</li><li>and you know, knowledge about being a nurse</li></ul><div>I really did learn a lot in nursing school. It was about a billion times harder than I was expecting, though I did manage to get all A's and B's. </div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiJPkzqI1hnk6fDjkj7G7Py39HRKj_pZZOTwdfaiRwePn5tmtqDYwL8ql3DHeGWaMPMPDc8OHmf0pgmWWY1tS8U5tR44qJoyNTj22YsC_qx6cVe6wHhYLOm9uq47ue-Ocz7SezgfIh5Y/s400/SDC13158.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593320334642840930" />Here is a picture of me and my friend Kortney, celebrating our closeness to graduation. Kortney is awesome. And yes, I look like a mime with no legs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NbK5RJ2fzUrPEWdaTASr9LrBTasPIvTXiUeoin8PSnQ1LzuuJVObexxs-hT0ySR2JEtNaEgtjblJXm9zMQhQQCbNcL-ZAn4p6Fxo4nKKZJkNbmXTP4f3MuR0w1HWFQG1y5cw40f4O_g/s1600/DSCN0612.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NbK5RJ2fzUrPEWdaTASr9LrBTasPIvTXiUeoin8PSnQ1LzuuJVObexxs-hT0ySR2JEtNaEgtjblJXm9zMQhQQCbNcL-ZAn4p6Fxo4nKKZJkNbmXTP4f3MuR0w1HWFQG1y5cw40f4O_g/s1600/DSCN0612.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NbK5RJ2fzUrPEWdaTASr9LrBTasPIvTXiUeoin8PSnQ1LzuuJVObexxs-hT0ySR2JEtNaEgtjblJXm9zMQhQQCbNcL-ZAn4p6Fxo4nKKZJkNbmXTP4f3MuR0w1HWFQG1y5cw40f4O_g/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593320339058303714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I still have practicum, I am already able to spend much more time at home with my favorite fella. Hopefully with the stress of school slowly dissipating out of my system (though I still have the NCLEX in June) we will be able to get this little guy a younger sibling soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I am baby hungry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The End.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-47236470918448394312011-02-23T22:30:00.000-08:002011-02-23T23:15:44.491-08:00When a candle burns so bright, it cannot burn as long<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYmOsMYuftY3BIhwZ6WlikF6xZXPHyb6DZaQtIwn-Yoh26wyi2ptmcvqLAPbCzc4HnQ6MfftGZp8ZoIoP-qG-1mALFtE5-Zq2dYlMO-q2MPjuWdpOt0jgU-e3wt0bCZCyAZ0_QDRX5xw/s1600/180884_113066025435777_103662386376141_108668_6635442_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYmOsMYuftY3BIhwZ6WlikF6xZXPHyb6DZaQtIwn-Yoh26wyi2ptmcvqLAPbCzc4HnQ6MfftGZp8ZoIoP-qG-1mALFtE5-Zq2dYlMO-q2MPjuWdpOt0jgU-e3wt0bCZCyAZ0_QDRX5xw/s400/180884_113066025435777_103662386376141_108668_6635442_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577151033317532466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Christy's sister in law did this sketch for the funeral. When I picture Christy in my head, this is exactly what I see. </i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >I met Christy when we were just entering Young Women's. Just little silly 12 year olds. We were both shy at first, but by the time we became Mia-Maids we realized we both had the same blunt, sarcastic sense of humor. We spent the majority of our teenage years of Sunday School sitting in her car. We'd eat snacks, laugh at people walking by, complain about school, and talk about whatever else teenage girls talk about. I went to Girls Camp with Christy at least 5 times. The last 3 years stick out the most. She even came back my last year to help out with camp when she was too old to go. I would not have survived without her! Oh, Christy is the best. I left Anderson right after high school, moved to Washington.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I cannot remember saying goodbye.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I came back to visit 2 years later, husband in tow. She was newly married as well. We talked in the hallway at church with our husbands. Giggling about the fact we were married.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I cannot remember saying goodbye.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A few years go by. She has 2 boys, I have 1.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This past January she starts posting things about doctor's appointments, very vague. I send her a message asking if she's ok, she writes back saying it's cancer. Christy? Cancer? No way. We chatted a few days later. I wish I had known it would be the last time. I would have told her how much her friendship meant to me. How happy she made me when I was having a hard time as a teenager. How I am thankful for all the pieces of gum she gave me. How Young Women's was a blast because of her. And how all those times sitting in her car ditching Sunday School will act as precious memories with her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Christy passed away on February 12, leaving behind her husband and 2 baby boys.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >At her funeral, a group of women, including almost everyone from our class in Young Women's, got up to sing <i>Walk Tall. </i>We sang that song standing around the campfire every night at Girls Camp. I don't know how many times I have linked arms with Christy and sang that song. I'm pretty sure it was written for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Right now I have a prayer deep within my heart,<br />A prayer for each of you there is a special part.<br />That you remember who you are and him who lives above.<br />Please seek for him and live his way; You'll feel his love.<br /><br />Walk tall, you're a daughter, a child of God,<br />Be strong and remember who you are,<br />Try to understand, you're part of his great plan.<br />He's closer than you know, Reach up; he'll take your hand.<br /><br />Long before the time you can remember,<br />Our Father held you in his arms so tender.<br />Those loving arms released you as he sent you down to earth.<br />He said, "My child, I love you. Don't forget your great worth."<br /><br />Walk tall, you're a daughter, a child of God,<br />Be strong and remember who you are,<br />Try to understand, you're part of his great plan.<br />He's closer than you know, Reach up; he'll take your hand.<br /><br />This life on earth we knew would not be easy.<br />At times we lose our way his path we may not see.<br />But remember always that you are not alone.<br />He'll take your hand, He loves you! He will guide you home.<br /><br />Walk tall, you're a daughter, a child of God,<br />Be strong and remember who you are,<br />Try to understand, you're part of his great plan.<br />He's closer than you know, Reach up; he'll take your hand.</i></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Christy, you are a daughter of God. I know you were called to the other side of the veil for a great, great purpose. You will be missed by so many, and you are loved by so many. Thank you for your smiles, your laughs, and all the memories I've shared with you. I love you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>*I am raising money for Christy's husband to buy a beautiful headstone for his wife. He and his boys will be visiting her grave for years to come, and I want it to be a place of beauty for them. Click on the donate button on the top right side of my blog to help out.</i></span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-66895618153244361772011-01-23T13:26:00.000-08:002011-01-23T13:47:15.324-08:00The Big 2!<div style="text-align: left;">Have you ever read the Berenstain Bears and Too Much Birthday? I have. I remember as a kid reading that and thinking, how can you have too much birthday? It just didn't make sense. This weekend I learned the true meaning of that wise children's book, and wish I had paid more attention. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Aunt Jamie drove all the way from Seattle to celebrate Jake's Happy Day. (He's been saying Happy Day for months now, every time he sees a candle of any kind). We had Jake's party on Friday the 21st even though his birthday is the 22nd, because my parents work at the temple Saturday nights. Jamie showed up around 5:00 on Friday at the same time as my parents, and that is when the hyper-ness began. Jake ran around non-stop for HOURS. The rest of the family showed up at 7:00 (there were 24 people in attendance). Jake loved the cake and ice cream. He devoured it. He also received some Toy Story fruit snacks from his thoughtful cousin Emma, of which he ate like 4 packs that very night. Jake played and played and played. He scored tons of presents, and ran around with his cousins until 11PM! What, might you ask, were we thinking? I don't think we were "thinking." We put Jake to bed at 11:30. Jamie was spending the night, and after watching the latest episode of Modern Family (thank you DVR) we both decided to call it a night and went to bed. 2:30 rolls around and Jake wakes up screaming bloody murder. He pretty much didn't stop until about 4:30, and he didn't go back to sleep until 6am. He woke up at 9:30 ready to roar.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And thus commenced Jake's actual Happy Day. </div><div style="text-align: left;">We learned our lesson.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijWU71Yf753V_5cM-01fGOZz1TBXTU7w3uMFCh06lwQn816zWrYcRKt2msxx-97j457bmZN9XYWPyASWQ0CtQJoDTvPXpcPi84TFHIMnyMOgKoAX3quWdqIKOvBleQgycPLRUslmiuPA/s400/110121+Happy+Day-040.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496504769894050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blowing out the candles on his Thomas the Train cake, a la Grandma. I had to help him a little. I personally think this is a super cute picture.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9fCXAxeHHkjodwRcWbRz0ASkX44No_2bRf9lStCFMwOe_G8N13hivZrSxYr4yc6zVa3edqRgZvGjgJqzRWOZ0Q328Q_qM0-xJBQjQdlhT86DJFNydDXIQA20mpVhzPUxdySvksLESIQ/s400/110121+Happy+Day-045.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496507998439394" /><div style="text-align: center;">Yuuummmmmyyyy!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FV6hN-q_1UP3cPezfvDh9ksGyFhvEP_qzDGLPLQHJ0xjzk44PFgcNCO_3lD7uHFXh3wXxM7q4OnT3cWcnDYXmbVqx-c7TJu39s2C9dC_UK_XvUkao5vx2MXuf7Xz2gOFhdPecTqdh5Y/s400/110121+Happy+Day-078.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496511663681874" /><div style="text-align: center;">Buzz!!!!!!</div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-71378759489146637852011-01-10T15:28:00.001-08:002011-01-10T15:33:35.596-08:00Tonka trucks & airplanes<div>Jake scored for Christmas. The picture below is what Santa dropped off, and he got lots of gifts from Mom and Dad, grandparents, and Aunts and uncles. He was kind of a pooper on Christmas Day, but all in all it was a good day and it was nice to be with family.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GgSJLxBiyWwaVYMUJiE3lSi0INJ9CvofA-JALhGf__-73qLdIqd0uvHpKy2lPzJ3JVKiplui5tJIhgocZGqrrUVJzQVS22PkYzjashwcBSRh1EWdaDasTkDvNxaxnN-ngbt30v4hTaM/s1600/1140963022_christmas+and+chan+portraits-002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GgSJLxBiyWwaVYMUJiE3lSi0INJ9CvofA-JALhGf__-73qLdIqd0uvHpKy2lPzJ3JVKiplui5tJIhgocZGqrrUVJzQVS22PkYzjashwcBSRh1EWdaDasTkDvNxaxnN-ngbt30v4hTaM/s400/1140963022_christmas+and+chan+portraits-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560703772921672370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc3xIpuezDID4c9sjd3YhufTD3grGWdOadWDG_g8VAmh7b6KIivIya5m7yGfUlvUYYGgSGv1rqnRpVlRJKmtKGpRoHMTwwnI1quKI-2WnZltwHSREQFp5OpdgCk7wcl_8A6RYkgqGLeY/s1600/1140964636_christmas+and+chan+portraits-018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc3xIpuezDID4c9sjd3YhufTD3grGWdOadWDG_g8VAmh7b6KIivIya5m7yGfUlvUYYGgSGv1rqnRpVlRJKmtKGpRoHMTwwnI1quKI-2WnZltwHSREQFp5OpdgCk7wcl_8A6RYkgqGLeY/s400/1140964636_christmas+and+chan+portraits-018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560703761845802130" /></a>I think Jake's favorite Christmas present was Duplo legos. He spends like 20 minutes laying on the floor building towers. And let me tell you, 20 minutes is a LONG time for me to have free time.<div>As for super exciting news...last semester of nursing school started today! Hooray!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-40095499116565022372010-11-07T21:23:00.000-08:002010-11-07T21:37:17.619-08:00super-monster<div style="text-align: left;">Honestly, this Halloween sucked. We decided to dress Jake up as Superman, but he decided he wanted to be a monster. Seriously, I think he cried the entire weekend. He's going through a phase where he screams absolute bloody murder at bedtime. As soon as we even walk through his bedroom door his body goes rigid and he tries to squirm out of my arms. It's HORRIBLE every night and drives us nuts!!!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbNgCBgXZOTrI8Nh0wWQZKHp3j_YiL5RZT37sxI9wq5GAnJYT2qchid1gUw2GdV4xBYT967oRx11G4M_IarQFAS080tb52G4Q726-wvkd-UPY7MGARxN2z5nbkvKZ8HsiM2OOUfj8piA/s400/DSCN0529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537046216090753938" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">I think you'll find his costume...obviously last-minute.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWna0IE1-v_VekczTRxRymqyvNyzLIjp3N9pEtgBI29USVHb9wBVvTX3ChbKDGJ4I42e6jN_acfun_OlFyM7u-02Y4NfdX0FD1Eu6FW863diEC8Lvlst0bcThCTisqDMzZMiylGeabjQ/s400/DSCN0528.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537046213017869986" />Here is my awesome Jack Skellington pumpkin. Carved it alllll by myself, while watching Hocus Pocus with my mom and sister.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6tkSeD3gDYbx3rZE9XntLdikduod1cx_QFwMnKWEzMNtI-v74W-CZsdUAcBxocQlSFNFX3MBwHqW968XqpCS9b2A_cAR1bsosxDb-ZR02KvrtS_N9iVuNzMxqBXeMYqfYUixJn0POvo/s400/DSCN0537.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537046222142418002" /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a sneak preview of our counter top! Britton actually installed it this weekend but we didn't take a picture of the final product yet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRlYCaRBmipLXHzXr0Qruxw6VqrU6wIxFMBt3dq3ufBz85680Cf6clkNMYJHTgG-QjbxNuqcHAfiRZPKoNWgwgrdQ2okDlmfzPdoA9GKzf0Bivdcuea_d4e1VCbLc5VKpEK1H5f9nQ2s/s400/DSCN0539.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537046231169885618" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here is our CARPET! It is so nice. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">We will be moving in to the duplex this coming weekend, the 13th. Finally!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-58964589710234316232010-10-25T21:20:00.000-07:002010-10-25T21:30:02.607-07:00Pants Optional<div>Jake was born with really weird nails on his big toes. I cut one of them too short, thinking I would fix the issue. </div><div>Instead, he got a nasty in-grown toe nail that got infected and oozed brown puss. Antibiotics, soaking it in neosporin non-stop for 2 weeks, and still no better. We won a trip to the podiatrist where Jake got his toe nail ripped off. Believe me, I have seen some nasty things. That was one of the worst.</div><div>Here he is, showing off his bandaged foot.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyJpykIOvDE6N-iD-TL6LIWaq4OVOGMRenFtIG6WcOiyY0r6qg_UEl5QvU9ZVNcRfLETwB607g-jOYzFHQ-PuO97tYR_qXvbq5yWHMoK4DW4BPzh_KEAlGBz6MfUy7Da_iVIUxWkOf-A/s1600/JakeOwie-015.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyJpykIOvDE6N-iD-TL6LIWaq4OVOGMRenFtIG6WcOiyY0r6qg_UEl5QvU9ZVNcRfLETwB607g-jOYzFHQ-PuO97tYR_qXvbq5yWHMoK4DW4BPzh_KEAlGBz6MfUy7Da_iVIUxWkOf-A/s400/JakeOwie-015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532205865749026434" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZfk-dQVQcpO9vveOc9CZOV1-2OEzX0m8iXbQ6U2Bakgec_SWclC72fGCSmSYydWmHMpiboHUBN99JLvy710n_oWv0-B6rm0xF5iiErmfhGUUjj3-4-AFneYyVM3pDVGlC4gnZEW1mMI/s400/JakeOwie-003.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532207174317467058" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxoc2X6SHr_u0mS8cBG5JctqJfIYnpefvuzBL6cYWD93msA3rX3nsZhYU8HywSA_kI3SizApaKTbCYMePOGbE-osdZ6VpkrKk_yhBMUsMOORis3MqtuAlJtgvnWPuvKIdtNMcnIqT80A/s400/JakeOwie-013.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532205862353285666" /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-60470096552044773352010-10-17T21:48:00.000-07:002010-10-17T22:06:45.957-07:00Pumpkee<div style="text-align: left;">On Saturday we squished into the car with my mom and dad and headed out to the Country Mercantile in Pasco. I was so excited for this trip to the pumpkin patch. Jake is really excited about pumpkins and goes around saying "pumpkee" whenever he sees one. It is adorable. We had a lot of fun...we went at 9:30 in the morning so there would be no chance of running into the beast that comes out around nap time, so it was rather cold. We had a great time and got ripped off paying for kiddie rides that Jake was more confused about than excited.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xGkCeY2S_vfTaEAMIyrN-hgcXpRG3z6-gC6NYHyxxWb9_Q7iq1qGsQI04n3ujffYoCDtOQAmSaA4b9LiSX_OEQULOZe26JySexkSp0vtve7wstnJ6wPjSAq2klIvObUr5EEccF2YC9A/s400/JakePumpkins-044-10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529245181566384130" /><div style="text-align: center;">Mommy and Jakey in the pumpkin patch. I sure love this little guy.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2htinPsNkhoZ53uNKElQtBzhiv57cHAdc1CdNY914VwhAlgKHR1cP02-RFojAkZke3hSYdLjVFQSVVcJu1QBbij7kpADL0GyxEuRRJinUHFm8HdHpfYdzPuRpl0J2VsopYpEJseI14fc/s400/JakePumpkins-136-33.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529245176680939474" /><div style="text-align: center;">This place was practically run by John Deere tractors. This was an old one they had on display and we couldn't help but put Jake on it for a photo-op. He loved it.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cqJus-RTtd6Or5OtC4WweM4uiM6lZARqnS4uttah1ioAF_GXc9X5rVUd_0TOPxVjB60C8AJZml_-2BzEcb3mq7LeWoy96QsxzrC-u8vTqgFefCF6wPzhRMNupaxdSjXAWwDQ6Ae12uw/s400/JakePumpkins-015-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529245172329420786" /><div><div><div style="text-align: center;">When we first got off the hay ride and into the pumpkin patch Jake was a little confused and scared. So Britton ran around rubbing all the pumpkins and saying "pumpkin" really loud. After a few seconds Jake got excited and started copying his Daddy.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We are getting reeeeeeally close to moving in to the duplex. The carpet goes in November 5th and we are NOT moving that date back. Britton is so worn out from working on it non-stop and both of us are very excited to FINALLY move in to our own home! It will be so nice when it is finished. He has worked so hard on it.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Tig5ko_505Yul48ebyuCzQFVku7auO3tMsGqage1koFbmGyuffQkmvxg2f5qg5Udf6mb5LriodSURI0ppVsLAMLd2gJ8aMiapDRmFSjPB-agOC8knOV0XaRRmicqCUgeyoeYA09vrlA/s400/DSCN0480.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529246925220848226" /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a sneak preview of our new kitchen cabinets...I'll be sure to post final pictures when we're all done!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-16638059110518335762010-09-27T16:06:00.000-07:002010-09-27T16:18:03.693-07:00Oops<div style="text-align: left;">I haven't blogged in a long time.</div><div>Nursing school does that to you.</div><div>Here's the update:</div><div><b>August.</b></div><div><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbW2kF3On6I3GzePkIVHqXjwcUZWZom3mUyTXVORrhNhw5jsnNYLul-0l6j8N2g2sGDPTrlgPm46HY5JJYOyH8A4hiS0rd5NxcRKsftZysmM1nGMyOoENqaZClUcFli56rGJzPyhEUcUc/s400/DSCN0420.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521734143669312818" /></b></div><div><ul><li>hung out</li><li>went to the beach</li><li>started school at the end (nasty)</li><li>sister michelle visited from byu (yay)</li><li>i can't remember anything else</li></ul><b>September</b></div><div><ul><li>haven't uploaded any pictures yet, and barely taken any for that matter</li><li>drove to provo for football game, huskies lost (bummer)</li><li>saw the kradolfers for first time in over a year (too short of a visit--not even a day)</li><li>sister jamie visited from seattle (yay)</li><li>bought a new (used) car, 2009 chevy impala (don't tell dave ramsey)</li><li>still not moved in to our duplex. britton works his tail off to get it ready.</li><li>saw 4 babies come in to the world in OB clinical so far</li><li>Jake has 2 in-grown infected toe nails. minor surgery in october to fix them (that's going to suck)</li><li>i got food poisoning and barfed like there was no tomorrow</li></ul>the end. maybe i'll post again at Christmas. (maybe)</div><div><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-5142718894337828132010-07-27T13:54:00.000-07:002010-07-27T21:50:27.165-07:00duplex update and 18 months old!<div style="text-align: left;">We Edlers have been pretty busy! Britton goes to work every morning, getting up at 5 and getting home at 6 Monday through Thursday. He eats dinner with us and then drives over to our duplex to work on it just about every night. Fridays and Saturdays he's there from morning until late at night. He's exhausted, and I'm exhausted. It's just me and Jake and no Daddy. Not easy for anyone. Here's some pictures of our side of the duplex, for those who are curious. The other side is just about done, our renter moves in on about August 9.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYlQvTKTZwZIsXX5wyhn4VCEb1wppT0bB2NqAZpcGm8ozJaWnrOeIQzNt_mzn_bduaU7gk9oT_qtAwOmiNMqnTMKtsZRVjW1YQ6sj-fHUm0dfFpIiIHNx1xc03PcORjxkk-su7dvUunQ/s400/DSCN0319.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498693311267664530" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of our kitchen. It's sideways because I'm too lazy to go back and change it. The fridge is newer, we're keeping it. The floor is laminate and I think brand new, so we're keeping that too. It goes in to the little dining room. We're getting a new stove, new countertops, a new sink and adding a dishwasher and garbage disposal. The dishwasher in the picture is one of those mobile ones or whatever you call it and it's super nasty. No way we're keeping it. We're keeping the 1950's cabinets for now, they're not too bad and cabinets are expensive.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEADnB9V5k5sIUy5wdANx7_rSlAz2oRJqNjLPF2ZICQtO0woIuJ8qjVGdio5oD1O2KPQSe7Zzq9okHHcq9w1P7QZlxAzRtME-aE5uu067Kfnm_-m1XawyDQb3KuevzlojI64k8QGSUOfQ/s400/DSCN0312.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498693284335299682" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of the common wall (wall shared with the other half of the duplex) in our living room. There was ugly paneling on it and when Britton ripped it off the original wall was in bad shape. He also put a hole in the wall to see what kind of insulation it had. There was barely any so...</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio54tmgQF0MZsYH_CEPjoQWiqu4zb8Vo1-xobqN1R1Q93OgjJaO9dTJr9vQM31TwOS-iPdRdekmY1MugPFR-98CHezzj7O6YtX0Wm8YPZT_xWBstgZy-c3yqwm95t42ujyxbsfikKEQww/s400/DSCN0321.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498693301607389794" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">He tore down the sheet rock and ripped out the thin, gross insulation that was there.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoPSnJHZ1wMokWyyAjGMPS88WkZTVlUm7puGsXWQ9O9YFlWhJA_RCzfYzVuEwsRDbOWI6kx2IcDBmONgGmWQIQLgjTzWw7DvU3VhxLxDYa5m5o1oyTM_yNmTE8hByc-IOOjatWnhQlxQ/s400/DSCN0314.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498693290190072626" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the other side of the living room. Britton ripped out the carpet (we're getting new carpet in a couple of weeks) and this lovely red tile was underneath it. That staircase goes down to our unfinished basement. And the little hallway goes to the 2 bedrooms and bathroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our side definitely has a looooong way to go. Britton is still convinced we can be ready before I start school, but August 23 is coming up quick. Too quick. August 5 the windows we ordered are coming in, and Britton and his brother will be installing them. That's the next giant project. We'll see how quick they can do it...they need to do it really quick because our renter will be moving in 4 days later...Stress!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">So me and Jake have been having a lot of fun together. He turned 18 months on July 22. I can't believe how fast this year and a half has gone. Here's some fun facts about my little man.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>He just started saying some "words": Woooo-ow for wow; uh-uh for uh-oh; he's finally starting to call me mama; whas is dat for what is that; and every dog he sees is a variation of the word gunther, my parents dog...usually da-da, but different then the da-da he says for daddy.</li><li>he's going through a phase where he doesn't want to eat anything. I don't know if he's not hungry or just being super picky. But it's frustrating for both of us.</li><li>he LOVES playing in the water, especially with his cousins. </li><li>if someone gets out a cell phone, he squaks until you let him have it, then he pretends to talk on it</li><li>he dances if you tell him to, or if music is playing</li><li>he can do "wheels on the bus"</li><li>if he kisses you on the lips you better watch out, sometimes it ends with a bite.</li><li>his first day of nursery he walked right in and never looked back!</li></ul></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-PTP4TXkDb-uuU0MDTbe77BQ_oBch3Jr4YGiJKznaFyAuw72Qk2l4b2fjDaNCQq6I8KeM3cpxJenR6PXcrlWOyJWgfq1wAJGeDlQN_iwISREs1kW_J-A-36P0wc5OJ-KHRbYmnwPYwkw/s400/DSCN0299.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498694170496332978" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">with Britton's cell phone. This kid is high tech.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEYd_TgLcG-Z2AdlYJWJOGNa-LUjq3RQD8UzMAqR_Eaa7OOMyrddOowd8FJQ6lBrMGuNwH17VBNZJaJDcDj5hTFEcC2swEybo409GyvKUPah2Uk3OW4_M182MSSylX3hDaTtGP-8ZsAo/s1600/DSCN0308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEYd_TgLcG-Z2AdlYJWJOGNa-LUjq3RQD8UzMAqR_Eaa7OOMyrddOowd8FJQ6lBrMGuNwH17VBNZJaJDcDj5hTFEcC2swEybo409GyvKUPah2Uk3OW4_M182MSSylX3hDaTtGP-8ZsAo/s400/DSCN0308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498694159665176722" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yogurt. One of the few things he will eat. Unfortunately when he does he demands to feed himself and things get a little messy.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiND1GuUIkFDTH8wtPGquApbLpjtNwUbV44yQ-Yh88a3t9cT4HdjkiX_xVfMAuBysuWCI3KWYP212jP7h4g2Ul3bq3oPvQf3Tnm_CF6ffToEiojCY2ASJt5MBNBVpQVzajJQMQiR9AdP9s/s400/DSCN0307.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498693273162026546" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He thinks it's pretty hilarious when I put 2 binkies in my mouth and give him kisses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been a wonderful summer with Jake. I love being a stay at home mom and I'm dreading going back to school and having to leave him so much. I love my little guy. He's such a blast!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-45910156584930564532010-06-27T22:47:00.000-07:002010-06-27T23:06:30.516-07:00So rich we bought 2 houses<div style="text-align: left;">That's right, 2 houses. Jealous? Jealous? You should be.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwet7Enhqo4c_oV8vG5fo0-2dS9EtEiV3xcGMk2kNPOGLILHB-uz6WYxVzEoIHL2eRROmyC-gr9kU3FB87pLq9Rc8Liz4pZB_BzuXxaSXp6KUHtHy9eVz7ruBq2Dn8CvjfRvC1McmEhk/s400/DSCN0184.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487697833207168754" /><div style="text-align: left;">Just kidding. But really, we bought a duplex. The second front door is behind the giant ugly bush on the left. We'll be living in one side and renting out the other. It's in Richland, which isn't very cool, but our goal is to be out of this house and living in Kennewick before Jake starts kindergarten. We'll see if that happens. All we know is it's a very good investment. I've heard someone say at some point in my life, that you should find a couple who is where you want to be financially, and do what they do. Britton's older sister and her husband bought a duplex when they were first married about 18 years ago. It is now paid off and paying the mortgage on their current house. The rental market in the Tri-Cities is at 99% capacity. People are basically begging for a place to rent. This duplex is going to be a lot of work. It's a fixer-upper for sure. But Britton has already been hard at work and we plan on having it ready for renters by August 1st. We will probably be able to move in to our side a couple of weeks after that, hopefully before I go back to school on the 23rd (yuck).</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the mean time, Jake and I have been enjoying playing and doing summer things. Except for earlier this week when all 3 of us got a nasty stomach virus. Jake only barfed a couple times in his crib (which we didn't find until after his morning nap, even though he did it the night before). But Britton and I almost died. Really. We both agreed that we'd never had such a terrible bout of the stomach flu before. It was awful, and it took like 5 days for our appetites to come back.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFTvrBWjxGYegExSBc6trEzVnZyK6CIwJt2evD7NlPXTUZ0Le5SHXOgckXrV6IJ1goXD0Rjkchn6RtfB9m2n2I9p8JN9A-tr1ookozYyThfmR6V7bhLrCsoE_0SAu1Cha6eY0PKh_dX8/s400/DSCN0278.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487700428359183922" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MlqTtYPU4xt4Rt-Gna5q4H1QYzSh3-aMjwDqFi5hqCyGabgRmChJ-LXhUb8S4yijK8FQ1PVQBOk7Pu8K0adgEBjb4w-oD9x6pZ4eoMYE2-k2wYOBFsg7k4mDFT-JOtcOnNnTCAIpDw0/s400/DSCN0255.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487700847163001570" /><div style="text-align: center;">Jake playing with his cousin Emma. Anything she does, he follows. He loves that girl.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-56536736521163776322010-06-04T11:10:00.001-07:002010-06-04T12:08:45.997-07:00Nostalgic Post<div style="text-align: left;">Over Memorial Day Weekend Britton, Jake and I were able to head down to my stomping grounds in Northern California. It was a busy few days, with lots and lots of driving. We stayed in Chico with Britton's brother and his wife and 2 girls. Thanks to them for the food and place to sleep, and for helping with little Jake!We left on Thursday at 8pm, hoping Jake would sleep through the night as we chugged caffeine and drove, drove, drove. We brought along Britton's Mom and niece, 8 year old Lindsey. Jake did a great job, eventually falling asleep after the excitement of being in the car with a bunch of people waaaay past his bedtime wore off.</div><div>We arrived in Chico at approximately 6:30am, Friday morning.</div><div>The purpose of the trip was to attend my dear friend Jordan's wedding.</div><div> Me and Jordan were best pals from 7th grade on. Lots of memories. I seriously spent nearly every weekend from 7th grade through high school with Jordan. Nostalgic is the only word to describe what it was like showing up at her house, 5 years after high school, 4 years since seeing her at my wedding reception, with my husband and toddler. Jordan was my best friend, my partner in stealing traffic cones, my punk rock concert buddy, my playing in the park at midnight pal, my eating at Denny's at 1 in the morning go to girl...the list could go on and on. Life would have been pretty boring without Jordan.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDsI3_Lk6lpYIdkpWUVLiGtHnIQwER2lGsL0TiH3HXEtyj8JIQ7fGr7Q4pVO6wa2zOeVyXoC3OYJIv0xPUlzYLqVV8Y2HSEP5tKAx0t0KsqRFvzpX8YtHUZ_CwdVSq-rQMPkUYDrhLQw/s400/jordannme.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478986063171529522" /><div>Jordan married the boy we had a crush on our freshman year of high school. Taylor. He was a senior. We were awkward freshman. He was in a band. We were awkward freshman. Fast forward 4 years and they meet up in San Diego. Taylor is graduating from UC San Diego. Jordan is a not-so-awkward freshman at San Diego State. Sparks fly...fast forward 4 years and I'm sitting at their wedding.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oVpZdBs1YiQ1rnDbv-U_CAN2qXeJIou-eD4x-df_TpCYA8JbFe1pleV-i5-8hyY1rdTDfhhJA2VFssX4CjpKArQ_Ql3erUFmyy2rjlX2Wj4VKQuMLfe8RM8xVUfwn7iz1ftZLzjFzYk/s400/jt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478990033428378386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Congratulations to Jordan and Taylor</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">A trip to Cottonwood wouldn't be complete without visiting my old street. I grew up on a street called Pheasant Drive. We lived in a house on 2 acres. The front acre was a walnut orchard, the back yard was grass and grass and grass with some trees. It was beautiful. It was the perfect place to grow up and it will always have a special place in my heart. I learned how to play baseball in the backyard, basketball in the drive way. I learned how to work in the orchard. We had a swimming pool...memories of night swimming are some of my favorite. I loved that house. <i>Loved</i> it. After visiting Pheasant Drive and standing at the end of my old driveway with memories flooding my thoughts, I prayed that in the next life, we will be ableto re-visit our childhood and see-up close the memories we made there.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOA7z_FUAEOLyHOW8GiAEIfHLz2gIqNsOvhIntDR8CBSf8Ww84G9xZHqVLA7zv2gQYjZfxSmzkOnJyxhzVjRbYJIUTFirKSlbRU8ZGI3W5SnetAHITkJ2GQXgEmvFaU-rwm3jhsjfPYz8/s400/DSCN0229.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478993556562724930" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">On Sunday morning, the day of the wedding, we took Jake to church and left after the first hour so he could take a nap. He slept for 3 hours and woke up with a temperature of 101. It spiked to 103, and Britton and I left for the wedding feeling like terrible parents, but knowing he was in good hands with his Aunt and Grandma. By the time we got back, he was refusing to eat and would only take milk in a bottle. He was burning hot and couldn't sleep, so at 3am we packed up the car and hoped he would sleep better while we were driving. Thankfully, he did. We were back in Kennewick by about 2pm, took Jake to a walk in clinic where we were told he had strep throat and tonsillitis. Poor little guy. He's doing much better. We splurged a little bit on Tuesday, and got him a couple of things to cheer him up...</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGT9aCYl-OfYZ5oAzkAA0wGuDhvB1QjwCRrw4emsRz224_u8oggfrnykE0tpT1Y2Wf3seaUnUX-CLtprut9GSR1KFiicFIg0ZzNXjPitqsBfbEJpyahhPCJLNO9rWybtTtClx_o76rBE/s400/DSCN0239.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478995678307414738" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">an unfinished car...and a Lightening McQueen chair. Pretty stylin'.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzHqog05Wso7_EETQescpDldhrIsoBaUGDaNRI2NcPH-nnDDcFXulgr7tEZ1RMi1pP04NlrvNn0OEyINx7hrCwlaaqhduuuUyL3nqaWNRDQmIOD7x5e4549Xx7-llAOdf8VNCdZaPQsY/s400/DSCN0240.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478995368702644210" /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-77751405256828517572010-05-12T12:45:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:50:04.152-07:00Playing Cars<div style="text-align: center;">Britton has been waiting a long time for Jake to be interested in cars.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who do you think is having more fun in this picture?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd say it's pretty close.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JF1aec1JiWoXXi46_fmqNr1QNm83vzecMZJHPCFksPm3OaOzBEQtjD54V18h2MfqwBN3rLP5cq4G5TJWp2qIeWoe0fN5sVCG6B9Qyptf4DGJdWYzJoCCfLyjqUplecTdj8q24jE9r5E/s1600/fatherandson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JF1aec1JiWoXXi46_fmqNr1QNm83vzecMZJHPCFksPm3OaOzBEQtjD54V18h2MfqwBN3rLP5cq4G5TJWp2qIeWoe0fN5sVCG6B9Qyptf4DGJdWYzJoCCfLyjqUplecTdj8q24jE9r5E/s400/fatherandson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470472330280579506" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-52355721948345808072010-04-21T14:55:00.000-07:002010-04-21T15:08:13.925-07:00Turning into a little boy<div>He might still have plenty of baby chub, and not very much hair on his head...but Jake sure is growing up fast. Tomorrow he will be 15 months old. Here's some things that Jake enjoys:</div><div><ul><li>rough housing</li><li>eating dog food when no one is looking</li><li>opening doors (yes he can reach the handle and he figured it out quick)</li><li>a bottle o' milk</li><li>talking--this kid is a chatterbox</li><li>attempting to stick his finger in any electric outlet he can find</li><li>Gunther (my parent's dog). He regularly says Gunther's name, but not Mama.</li><li>looking out windows and talking about what he can see (in his own language)</li><li>playing outside! he cries when it's time to go back inside.</li><li>his cousins. period.</li><li>dancing</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkA1EgjtTqIgOL5jIn7WsqM7FB08sLM0nWYlZ6vQwmsmdfZ8t58BVFGc1pwXzDdH_t8LiOrYgNBTl3GFzKoy3auYgqJ7z9BNtCc4_5YS_Vd4RWeBE0nrZHrMC-VzcvzGnW8zvh_75HlOY/s1600/100416+Jake-023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkA1EgjtTqIgOL5jIn7WsqM7FB08sLM0nWYlZ6vQwmsmdfZ8t58BVFGc1pwXzDdH_t8LiOrYgNBTl3GFzKoy3auYgqJ7z9BNtCc4_5YS_Vd4RWeBE0nrZHrMC-VzcvzGnW8zvh_75HlOY/s400/100416+Jake-023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462713831730966754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0SQREDtwR3XoUz1UkvNbYwNuP-tp_sDxnJYRZaCkq5pBQuvyLMmebr9if3BIpEWjy-ODWvqqW6wnqVyIGr9br0GDEJb0ZbfJt-yMi2vGiN1gwYwD6LV7qpgG2wFjWAt_oTmdByuW81E/s1600/100416+Jake-015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0SQREDtwR3XoUz1UkvNbYwNuP-tp_sDxnJYRZaCkq5pBQuvyLMmebr9if3BIpEWjy-ODWvqqW6wnqVyIGr9br0GDEJb0ZbfJt-yMi2vGiN1gwYwD6LV7qpgG2wFjWAt_oTmdByuW81E/s400/100416+Jake-015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462713817505936258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1caALnIhLEQfdE7ViZikvBWrdDVXRNTIkw0eygCw-7Ev0GdlfERYmb9NMK45rVbxYsChmtI7-MliS2d_8VxaI7mT53yJJcsgnp58z_cninNlV8RQF9rS60kig3W-o1nDmwcIi0qDisvw/s1600/100416+Jake-005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1caALnIhLEQfdE7ViZikvBWrdDVXRNTIkw0eygCw-7Ev0GdlfERYmb9NMK45rVbxYsChmtI7-MliS2d_8VxaI7mT53yJJcsgnp58z_cninNlV8RQF9rS60kig3W-o1nDmwcIi0qDisvw/s400/100416+Jake-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462713807115272450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrC3B8rl87WWXjcmQseURncJ-OfOBD8k0xdH9jAa9_ZIr9TsdMVGea5Ee0CRdNF_R01YULkMXJkLFSFs305e82ZZW5OM_4SRaW_vXNPNSP2AdzoVKwiAux8sxRnyQpATTFJa13PsDC4w/s1600/100416+Jake-017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrC3B8rl87WWXjcmQseURncJ-OfOBD8k0xdH9jAa9_ZIr9TsdMVGea5Ee0CRdNF_R01YULkMXJkLFSFs305e82ZZW5OM_4SRaW_vXNPNSP2AdzoVKwiAux8sxRnyQpATTFJa13PsDC4w/s400/100416+Jake-017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462713792502586866" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-106104260891684402010-04-18T21:06:00.000-07:002010-04-18T21:15:15.015-07:00Laugh!<div>Here is the cutest video of Jake laughing. He is super ticklish around his ribs....just like his Daddy!</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxg0BAwFdIs1V_4SjzO3oCcOExxIxwO_JDMTMiRBCZtJRKb_MGRzSKMKKw21kW1LA5zbOyG1QJQXMnRFI6IHg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>PS--it's been mine and Britton's goal for a long time to buy a duplex, live in one side, and rent out the other and keep it as a long term investment once we grow out of it. This past week, we made an offer, went back and forth a couple of times, and reached mutual agreement! We had the inspection on Saturday, and only a few issues were found, the rest were cosmetic. We were expecting this, because it is a total fixer-upper. I mean it. You will laugh when I post pictures. Which I'm not ready to do yet. We are excited though--to do whatever we want with the place. We know it's the right choice and it's such a good investment. Hopefully things keep falling into place as they have been.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-86577759743135241152010-04-07T22:34:00.001-07:002010-04-07T22:41:38.103-07:00Favorite<div>This is my new favorite picture of Jake, taken courtesy of my sister Jamie on her cell phone.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gw8fvCqgOhWK-xPqJXKanDu_HZwOnfm2Xsdyisa1iT5Ilnjb1Hq8_iZaTpnWOmOXuRj5fH6rPvaoOW50XyMmPZAUeHrwf0ZSWX0vphihyphenhyphen_PuzPcuLnpYvMPoJUNGTdt48H108XuxlRQ/s1600/cutest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gw8fvCqgOhWK-xPqJXKanDu_HZwOnfm2Xsdyisa1iT5Ilnjb1Hq8_iZaTpnWOmOXuRj5fH6rPvaoOW50XyMmPZAUeHrwf0ZSWX0vphihyphenhyphen_PuzPcuLnpYvMPoJUNGTdt48H108XuxlRQ/s400/cutest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457635801015261746" /></a>Jake is creeping up on 15 months. I can't believe how fast time is going with this little boy. I truly do love this kid more than I ever knew was possible! He's such a character. He constantly talks in his little jibberish language, and he says it like he knows it and he's the boss.<div>Jake is starting to be able to play outside for the first time in his life. While we were in Rexburg he was just too little, and when we got to Kennewick all he could do was sit in the grass. Now that he's walking and it's starting to warm up (a little ) we go outside whenever we can! He loves picking up rocks and just seeing what he can see. He constantly falls on the uneven surface of the grass or pebble-y cement driveway but he just hops back up like it's nothing! </div><div>I love every day I spend with Jake. I'm so glad to be his Mommy!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-60378341637456263242010-04-02T23:39:00.000-07:002010-04-02T23:49:58.326-07:00Bath Time!<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight Jake took a bath with his cousin Kyle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I think they had a pretty fun time.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSe1PzCS9MVdNiXJXSORpD6Ng9D6KmQJasDw9HQ_6-jWZMXlY7FEf0ftKmI8Bj__wiQ84hbst8KPdYoghHfYZ8RMi-1N0ctO0rA8Dv7Pj_Ees9lNH0jjDnwjFd-Z3pTBA2mtgPfwt-OOc/s1600/DSCN0102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSe1PzCS9MVdNiXJXSORpD6Ng9D6KmQJasDw9HQ_6-jWZMXlY7FEf0ftKmI8Bj__wiQ84hbst8KPdYoghHfYZ8RMi-1N0ctO0rA8Dv7Pj_Ees9lNH0jjDnwjFd-Z3pTBA2mtgPfwt-OOc/s400/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455798149471954514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jake loves his cousins.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6FYWWj_ABO5Cdn3ZOtubFz5Pn4ukobadv_6eT9q3FXoixDEE_BWhgRj35Kqh5CqDcQYrNIqhfkw2-AGPc8T6P8YRlLAOuvjl2vBVnFjgGgcLYP1v8hDYIGnlRfTaTvX8AEYjhWSL7Hg/s1600/DSCN0101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6FYWWj_ABO5Cdn3ZOtubFz5Pn4ukobadv_6eT9q3FXoixDEE_BWhgRj35Kqh5CqDcQYrNIqhfkw2-AGPc8T6P8YRlLAOuvjl2vBVnFjgGgcLYP1v8hDYIGnlRfTaTvX8AEYjhWSL7Hg/s400/DSCN0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455798131990851954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And they love him!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-34158841740706029652010-03-21T17:45:00.000-07:002010-03-21T18:23:10.551-07:00Sleepless in Seattle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vDLb32gtZp10REPZRLzVXC7GzhipN4ovd78QKbRSQ0vH5EUpHSGiv2gxcS8BkQ5TZh5xcdOcyPPh-ghiK0O_5Eem7FzAx3YOgApiQ6OeGrnYJfJKnyyt94w6heX0VHJIVzlHpd6qH4M/s1600-h/DSCN0088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vDLb32gtZp10REPZRLzVXC7GzhipN4ovd78QKbRSQ0vH5EUpHSGiv2gxcS8BkQ5TZh5xcdOcyPPh-ghiK0O_5Eem7FzAx3YOgApiQ6OeGrnYJfJKnyyt94w6heX0VHJIVzlHpd6qH4M/s400/DSCN0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451261848175363122" /></a>This past week was my Spring Break. A week off from waking up early, a week off from the guilty feeling that I should be studying every time I turn on the TV, a week off from clinical, a week off from listening to lectures that I really don't want to be listening to. <div>At the beginning of my Spring Break, Sunday night, I made a list of things to get done.</div><div><ol><li>study for med-surg!!!! (nope)</li><li>complete assignment #4 for ethics (1/2 way nope)</li><li>work on blog for N322 (nope)</li><li>finish Monique and the Mango Rains (nope)</li></ol>I had also been planning a fun 3 day trip to visit my sister Jamie in Seattle. I had visions of playing games late into the night, buying loads of cute clothes, walking in the park with Jake every day...it was going to be a relaxing trip to Seattle to see Jamie.</div><div>But it wasn't to be.</div><div>We arrived in Seattle Tuesday evening. Jake was happy as a lark, exploring Jamie's apartment, flirting with her roommate, just being his happy silly self. Then bedtime came. That kid would NOT go to sleep. There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth...and then there was Jake. He SCREAMED. and SCREAMED. Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning, he fell asleep laying on my chest. He tossed and turned all night while laying on top of me, waking up every 30 minutes or so to let out a cry.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> The next day was spent recovering...we did manage a walk in the park but it ended with Jake falling in a puddle in front of a large group of people who probably thought I was a terrible mother. And we did have pizza with Jamie and her boyfriend Mikey...it was good pizza. That night we were able to go to my Uncle's house nearby in Everett. They were out of town, and I thought I would have better luck letting Jake cry it out because we weren't in an apartment and I wouldn't have to worry about angry neighbors. We arrived to my Uncle's house just in time for bed. Great, we can put Jake to bed and spend the rest of the night watching The Office dvds. After a couple attempts involving lots of screaming, Jake fell asleep in his port-o-crib. Jamie and I watched the Office for a few hours, ate some popcorn, and crawled in to bed exhausted. Minutes after I pulled up the covers, I heard an all too familiar sound. It was the type of screaming I knew wouldn't end in sleep. Jamie went and got Jake, brought him to me, and we spent the night the same way we spent the one before.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thursday we spent time with the kids Jamie babysits, did a little shopping, and ate at the best burger joint I know of...Dick's. At 4:30 we hi-tailed it out of there, leaving a day early and hitching a ride with my Dad on his way back home from his week of work in Kirkland.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We got home Thursday night and I handed Jake over to Britton, so exhausted I couldn't even stay up to watch the new Office. I spent this weekend recovering from the trip and doing absolutely nothing.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Better luck next year, eh?</div><div><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-90741854222372585812010-03-08T19:29:00.000-08:002010-03-08T19:40:23.933-08:00A walking little man<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw1uV6vVFdZ_bAc_p2DjKmmxZ5aVgwH_YNJ5ImdAi-PKm3tMIjF1DLZk_JUdAmebj8mpmLXNBYulKrOrzWbaw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>The past couple of weeks Jake has been taking little steps here and there. Just this past weekend, he decided to start walking everywhere! He is now all over the place and getting better at walking all the time. It's so funny to see him walking around! He's such a cute little boy. </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-72361923873143687112010-02-14T23:08:00.000-08:002010-02-14T23:15:23.430-08:00I Love this kid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-Bq0wum2T9sjBw-1BxHvbkH_cKxwgmqxwHM1GaeIJbv3_cBbndmiY92XzSM5ySZ44U9rKnehjg-NnvQrL7OIYlkQd4BWc5Vu4DTJV6HilQnd4rSw6MyrmG5376W0_DugAQvsR6Z0SMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0052.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-Bq0wum2T9sjBw-1BxHvbkH_cKxwgmqxwHM1GaeIJbv3_cBbndmiY92XzSM5ySZ44U9rKnehjg-NnvQrL7OIYlkQd4BWc5Vu4DTJV6HilQnd4rSw6MyrmG5376W0_DugAQvsR6Z0SMQ/s400/DSCN0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364018452345842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry these are out of order. Our cute little Jake has discovered he can reach the piano keys. I think he's a natural. :) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfUdu73iBmr-kpIV8sP8YB0eZYDp8dKlQuPELgHzjibb82Y0PQq80SewZQ6yqVfmVEOJKVI0HOed1jERS94jBzitadGDOE4ipCT7jfOg8duJZwwvzLeVtkh2jaYf2kbcyr5LDmBgfsw0/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfUdu73iBmr-kpIV8sP8YB0eZYDp8dKlQuPELgHzjibb82Y0PQq80SewZQ6yqVfmVEOJKVI0HOed1jERS94jBzitadGDOE4ipCT7jfOg8duJZwwvzLeVtkh2jaYf2kbcyr5LDmBgfsw0/s400/DSCN0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438364004344913906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We bought a gate this weekend to close off the family room/kitchen area. If someone (mom or dad) jumps the fence and goes up the stairs Jake gets pretty sad...as you can see. Also, we apparently let Jake roam around without clothes on.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDLB0H7ZbgtokC_RUcc2KqG6A7BSRhFnMLPJrOuIb_IMK6a6Rm8WuNBa-XTl6J4pkDZViE1ppwTpL4kryypMcrtkUPgBSusl0CY8T8-MNe1JSDnY4dh4z5qwPX_58mjDGKs1P01KYn4I/s1600-h/DSCN0051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDLB0H7ZbgtokC_RUcc2KqG6A7BSRhFnMLPJrOuIb_IMK6a6Rm8WuNBa-XTl6J4pkDZViE1ppwTpL4kryypMcrtkUPgBSusl0CY8T8-MNe1JSDnY4dh4z5qwPX_58mjDGKs1P01KYn4I/s400/DSCN0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438363999535987970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Proud of his tunes.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-73249293411613709712010-01-27T20:49:00.000-08:002010-01-27T20:54:46.183-08:00First Owie<div style="text-align: left;">The other day Jake found a shard of glass (we have no idea where it came from) on the floor and was about to put it in his mouth when I grabbed it from him. When I grabbed it out of his little hand it sliced his finger. He didn't even cry! But that sucker bled </div><div style="text-align: left;">f-o-r-e-v-e-r. We would put a band-aid on and he would suck the band-aid until it came off. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitX9dHMqXLxmHhuwEl5fQwK7kbOmHouhBnJCpmXWSQIQV3UJdVdeich7uMKevlMobpPkqr_2ZX8-zx9Inn6_IY1zOwjPlG3rLP6UfLdoZ6kCscq80ErXtJyLOLwnHZZMLv-O8YDwNhPZM/s400/DSCN0028.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431648481919281314" />So Britton had the idea of putting on a band-aid, and then putting his mitten on over it. I have to admit I was doubtful, but it worked like a charm. And Jake looked hilarious crawling around with one mitten on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieshLHTEZJam6jDrOX4gCfNFsbB5BHK0xhotIqXRgB4uxtfGgefoaw6EOwvg9qpPL4gdBC9eN1qVDtFuKvVceWrdAugk3RoxHBSsVsgPPvAKouY_CS_YvrHzybgu2_JRlibAi1NmBT-Qk/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieshLHTEZJam6jDrOX4gCfNFsbB5BHK0xhotIqXRgB4uxtfGgefoaw6EOwvg9qpPL4gdBC9eN1qVDtFuKvVceWrdAugk3RoxHBSsVsgPPvAKouY_CS_YvrHzybgu2_JRlibAi1NmBT-Qk/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieshLHTEZJam6jDrOX4gCfNFsbB5BHK0xhotIqXRgB4uxtfGgefoaw6EOwvg9qpPL4gdBC9eN1qVDtFuKvVceWrdAugk3RoxHBSsVsgPPvAKouY_CS_YvrHzybgu2_JRlibAi1NmBT-Qk/s400/DSCN0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431648493481670946" /></a>And here is our son, playing with the toilet lid.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-67304951428617298732010-01-24T18:32:00.000-08:002010-01-24T21:36:38.439-08:00Jake's Party<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>At Jake's party we had his cousins: the Chans and the Benhams; my parents and Britton's Mom over to celebrate. I made a ton of pizza, which was devoured, and we partied. Britton's Mom made a big cake for everyone and a little baseball cake just for Jake. Jake wasn't sure at first what to do with the cake, but he figured it out and enjoyed stuffing his face. Unfortunately his little tummy couldn't handle the sugar rush and he ended up throwing it up about 20 minutes later while playing with his cousins. It didn't seem to bother him though! For his birthday Jake got a little toy laptop, a Little People Garage/Carwash toy, some very cute clothes including a Mariner's outfit, and a t-ball set. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As I've whispered in Jake's ears many times over the past couple of days, this has been the best year of mine and Britton's life. We are just in love with this little guy. Here are 12 fun little facts about Jake, one for each month so far!</div><div><ol><li>You love milk. You've had breast milk, formula, and cow's milk and you've never complained about any of them. Milk is definitely still your favorite food.</li><li>You eat graham crackers cuter than anyone I've ever seen. You take tiny little bites and finish chewing before you go for the next one. It's adorable.</li><li>Ever since you were about 4 months old you've screamed your head off when we take you out of the bathtub. We have no idea why you do it and have no idea how to help you get over it. You love bath time!</li><li>You love your Daddy. When he walks in the room your eyes light up and seem to say "that's <i>my</i> Daddy." </li><li>You can say ba-ba (for byebye), da-da (for Daddy and a lot of other things), ma-ma (when you're hungry, tired, or sad), du-du (for Gunther), and you have your own little language in which you speak complete sentences and are very convincing and eloquent.</li><li>You have figured out when you hold a piece of food out over the side of your high-chair, Gunther is there without fail to snatch it and lick your hand. You think it's hilarious.</li><li>You are speechless any time we go to Wal-mart, WinCo, Target or any other big store. You stare at the lights and the people and are completely mesmerized with all the activity.</li><li>You love being with other kids, especially your cousins. They make you laugh harder than anyone can!</li><li>You're starting to walk with your toy truck-walker and it's so fun watching you, you're so proud of your self and you smile the entire time, pausing every few steps to turn back and wave to make sure everyone is watching.</li><li> You are very opinionated. If we're making you do something you don't want to, like changing your diaper, getting dressed, or getting strapped in to your car seat, you let us know, and loudly.</li><li>You sleep on your stomach with your bum in the air.</li><li>You have the most adorable grin I've ever seen. I think everyone that's seen you smile has fallen in love with you Jake.</li></ol><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my baby boy!</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cwPHDZ65kR9J8Lx-sFhiyrhGw-ddm0XH11nVD8bw1vfFnPRQ8OXLdyJTqsQel4QhqJxGG0x29Ec0zTjsNvds5TA7U_PLrg9YMo4rwo-C7xszI6HrVsJMAO8vD8UMUjCSIqxRBIRvVK0/s1600-h/Party+Facebook.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cwPHDZ65kR9J8Lx-sFhiyrhGw-ddm0XH11nVD8bw1vfFnPRQ8OXLdyJTqsQel4QhqJxGG0x29Ec0zTjsNvds5TA7U_PLrg9YMo4rwo-C7xszI6HrVsJMAO8vD8UMUjCSIqxRBIRvVK0/s400/Party+Facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430539575863955442" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-13076399235641922392010-01-18T10:00:00.000-08:002010-01-18T10:33:14.327-08:00Happy Birthday Jake!<div style="text-align: center;">Jake turns one this Friday! I can't believe it's already been a year. Enjoy the video!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwU1De8pwDjHBrFOJNPyUUVeYDsLwmSu45trTrjOA1hDoyvE480qclh-4Yo3PULb-8O0_MKPvpMqRYFPx4eYg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-22606559638101274932010-01-07T20:48:00.000-08:002010-01-07T20:48:52.918-08:00Jakey's 1st Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the Christmas pics I said I would post!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jake did really well meeting Santa Claus...no tears! Just very quiet and concerned.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not really a Christmas picture, I just think he looks super cute asleep.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Santa Claus brought Jake a giant toy chest. Jake loves it almost as much as his cousins do...they think it's pretty funny to hide inside of it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jakey surrounded by presents on Christmas morning...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jakey with his cool tractor from Mommy and Daddy.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a great Christmas...and now Jake turns 1 in just a couple of weeks! I can't believe it!<br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14547831804107715490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111745525254316936.post-52732595643971947522009-12-28T21:01:00.000-08:002009-12-28T21:02:47.918-08:00It's a Wonderful Life!I can't believe Christmas has come and gone. This is my absolute favorite time of year, and I hate to see it be over already. We had a wonderful Christmas though! We have a lot of things to be thankful for. First and foremost in the news department, I passed all my classes in my first semester of nursing school with all B's and above. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Thank goodness. </span>Secondly, and not exactly in the good news department, Britton was laid off from his job in mid-December. It's not a usual thing for his company to lay off salaried employees, but it is only supposed to last a few weeks. He'll be back at work in the beginning of January. Thankfully, we live with my parents, and we've been saving the majority of his paychecks to pay off our student loans. It's been quite the eye opener, though, as to how vital it is to have 6 months of savings and for me to have my education. Can you imagine being laid off with nothing in the savings account and a house payment, among other bills, to pay? This experience has been extremely positive. We know we want to be completely debt free and have 6 months of savings before we buy a house, and we know I am supposed to be in nursing school. Britton works in a field where lay-offs are common, and I will be working in a field where going from 1 day a week to 5 days a week and back to 1 day a week is okay. I'm thankful to be in nursing school, and I'm thankful to be married to someone who is smart with money.<br />
<div>Anyways. This past Tuesday I woke up at 2 in the morning and spent the next 12 hours lying in the bathroom wondering what in the world happened to me. I hate throwing up. It sucks. I spent the next 2 days feeling like I got hit by a truck. At that point I was thankful Britton got laid off because he did such an awesome job taking care of Jake while I slept. Then, Tuesday night Jake woke up screaming every 3-4 hours and would not go to sleep unless he had Tylenol in him. It was terrible and sad. We took him to the doctor on Wednesday and he had pressure in his ears or something, and they were on their way to an infection. Fortunately, every one was feeling much better by Christmas Day and we had a great Christmas. Britton got me the little Nike chip you put in your running shoes and it syncs with your iPod. I can't wait to use it. He also got me a massage certificate (which I used today and it was amazing), a couple of scarves and some other things. He did good. I surprised him with a plane ticket to Phoenix so he can go to a NASCAR race with his brother in April. He was shocked. Jake got some books and toys and a giant toy chest.<br />
</div><div>And now I am going to play Bananagrams with my sister.<br />
</div><div>I hope everyone has a great New Years! Definitely my second favorite holiday.<br />
Pictures of Jake on Christmas to follow!<br />
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