tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74168452653050069372024-03-12T19:14:23.904-06:00three little birdsa blog about life, babies, and the pretty little things along the way.Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-20748910918168236352012-01-29T22:13:00.003-07:002012-01-29T22:13:39.510-07:00this is going to be difficult<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">first off i would like to say that i already wrote this post and it mysteriously got erased. this kind of thing happens all the time to me when i blog. i am technologically handicapped if you will so its not surprising that i have terrible luck when it comes to blogging but still. why i'm even attempting to catch up at this point is beyond me! this is going to be long and painful. i hope you're as excited as i am. lets start with september.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">september was the month of weddings. our good friends emily and shannon got married. not to each other of course. brysons older sister also got married. so there was lots of setting up receptions, dancing, eating, post wedding jam sessions, and mingling with family and friends. september was also the month my little bro left on his mission. jordan and ryan flew in from california to see him off. it was sad but we're proud of him! i think my parents will be in a constant state of morning until he returns. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">october was filled with all sorts of fall festivities. we took sawyer to hee haw farms and i found it very disturbing. am i the only one who finds it creepy? the pumpkin patch was dead and sad. and all the kids just running around in the mud with animals. i saw a goat take down a child. thats a true story. anyway.. we carved pumpkins, went to a kiddies halloween parties, family halloween parties, friends halloween parties. we carved pumpkins and pulled out our sombreros and ponchos like we do every year. this year we added maracas to our costumes. i felt like that was a nice touch. half way through october we found out that we are going to have another baby! it was a little bit of a shocker and took a few weeks to sink in but now we're ecstatic! we also found out that my due date is june 15th... sawyers birthday. so thats good timing. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">november consisted of lots of dating my husband, going to byu football games, laying on the couch feeling like i was going to vomit, and all things thanksgiving. my papaw came to spend thanksgiving with my family and jordan and ryan came back to town! we spent most of thanksgiving day at the gunters and then made it back in time that night to do pie with my family at my grandmas. that night we laid out our black friday shopping plans and hit up a few stores. mostly i was just afraid and traumatized by all the people and all the waiting in lines. my tis however scored a new camera so it was overall successful. i on the other hand, after waiting in line for probably an hour walked away with modern family season 2 which happened to be scratched and a shirt that ended up being too small. oh well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">december is always my favorite month of the year. its so festive and holiday joy in just in the air. thats right holiday joy. december was full of shopping, picking out and decorating our christmas tree, smelling our christmas tree, wrapping gifts, listening to christmas music, a cookie exchange party with my girlfriends, celebrating my birthday, doing the whole festival of trees thing which by the way i will never do again, and just feeling santas magic. jordan and ryan came back to town! but this time stayed two weeks. christmas eve was spent at the gunter and christmas morning my parents and jordan and ryan came over to watch sawyer open all his gifts! he was so shy and confused it was really cute. next year i think he'll really be all over the santa thing. christmas day we got to skype with jesse! it was so fun to see him. and to see my dad hold up all the family pets in front of the computer. at the beginning of the month we went to the doctors and heart our babies heart beat. its alive! its always so fun and surreal to hear there actually is something in there. </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">we rang in the new year in park city at the hotel park city with my family and the gambles (non-related family). hotel park city is beeeeeeeeeeautiful and will live there someday. yes in the hotel. we went to dinner and brunch, did a little hot tubbin, played a lot of donkey kong, strolled around main street and had a relaxing weekend that went by way to fast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">as for the
rest of january we have just been dinking around. its a word. well
bryson has been busy with work and school. ive been pretty much just
laying on the couch boring my child to death. this pregnancy + a toddler
thing is rather exhausting. i won't go into it. as boring as january
has been we did find out that baby #2 is a GIRL! woo! we're so excited
to have one of each. and to be done making babies because once you have
one of each you can stop right? right. the point of this long and
painful update is not to just bore you to death but to be caught up and
stay up to date with blogging. because it will all be worth it someday
right? sure.</span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">we wanted to wait to do anything truly exciting until bryson came so the first few days we just hung around the apartment, ate cafe rio and watched sawyer and tobias (their kitty) built a lasting friendship. unfortunately there are no pictures of that. i am so sorry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">so fast forward a few days if you will. enter bryson! woo. never so glad to see the guy. single parenting isn't my thing. we took bryson do to the whole sunset at the beach thing. and take more pictures which all look the same. </span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">it took a few days for sawyer to warm up to the sand. i had no idea it could be such a frightening thing. but i was determined to make him love the beach. he eventually warmed up and stopped acting like someone was trying to punish him</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">these two have always had a very special relationship. she has taught him many things. some of which are giving kisses and streaking in a very very high pitch. he loves her so much. it makes us all jealous. </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">one of our days was spent touring balboa island. it was so cool. the streets were lined with little shops, frozen banana stands and amazing houses. which, by the way, you can rent for the summer for a cool 5 million dollars. definitely something to look into... we ate a delish italian cafe, indulged in frozen bananas and ice cream bars and acted like true tourists taking pictures of everything. </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">our last day there we spent at the beach. sigh. what it must be like to live 10 minutes from the beach. by this time sawyer was a beach pro. the sand had nothing on him. </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i actually did a really horrible job documenting this trip. luckily my <a href="http://jordankmetcalf.blogspot.com/">tis</a> is a picture taking fiend and i plan on stealing all of her photos. not pictured from the trip: shopping at trader joes for delicious tortillas and popcorn, swimming in the pool, bbqing by the pool, watching ryan play his video games (which was actually a lot more fun than it sounds) recreating cafe rio tacos, watching shark week, and of course intense family bonding. tobias included. it was such a good trip and we didn't want to leave. thank you <a href="http://jordankmetcalf.blogspot.com/">murtcurfs</a> for taking us into your home and treating us like the family we are. we will be back soon</span></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-72526883932915244972011-07-18T15:12:00.000-06:002011-07-18T15:12:41.344-06:00a wordless post about we've been up to. because i'm lazy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFk17EMTOWw/TiShg_eOUPI/AAAAAAAABH0/RU-gXnJq7qA/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFk17EMTOWw/TiShg_eOUPI/AAAAAAAABH0/RU-gXnJq7qA/s1600/5.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_d-t465RMQQ/TiShgQNE9MI/AAAAAAAABHs/rQ7lNWBiGqI/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_d-t465RMQQ/TiShgQNE9MI/AAAAAAAABHs/rQ7lNWBiGqI/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-26222842401327987952011-06-21T00:16:00.000-06:002011-06-21T00:16:01.554-06:00one<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">well my baby is one. and i am not happy about it. instead of spending the next several hours writing about the deep unconditional and slightly unhealthy love i have for my child and most likely sobbing over the fact that my baby is practically an adult we will just skip to the fun, less crazy stuff. sawyers birthday was on the 15th and i had big plans for the day that included sprinkles in his pancakes, birthday hats, balloons all over the floor and cupcakes. and he hated it all. he was a real pain in the rear all day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la3l1FolQco/TgAgD34IwlI/AAAAAAAABDw/h4tFqtVVjW8/s1600/birthday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la3l1FolQco/TgAgD34IwlI/AAAAAAAABDw/h4tFqtVVjW8/s1600/birthday1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">do not let that sheepish smile fool you, he was not pleased</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvHm0dkUtXE/TgAgEWDc2bI/AAAAAAAABD0/aw3W_WbFB1Y/s1600/birthday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvHm0dkUtXE/TgAgEWDc2bI/AAAAAAAABD0/aw3W_WbFB1Y/s1600/birthday2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSdiXvQSQhU/TgAgFHeZfZI/AAAAAAAABD4/i88iafPQBq8/s1600/birthday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSdiXvQSQhU/TgAgFHeZfZI/AAAAAAAABD4/i88iafPQBq8/s1600/birthday3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i hate when people make me eat delicious cupcakes too..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t01ng0-tiM/TgAgFVsJytI/AAAAAAAABD8/SWHIGRP4hmE/s1600/birthday4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t01ng0-tiM/TgAgFVsJytI/AAAAAAAABD8/SWHIGRP4hmE/s1600/birthday4.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the aftermath of the red velvet cupcake looked slightly morbid.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeeN7c0Gs7Y/TgAgF6XAd4I/AAAAAAAABEA/3e1xExzo6IM/s1600/birthday5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeeN7c0Gs7Y/TgAgF6XAd4I/AAAAAAAABEA/3e1xExzo6IM/s1600/birthday5.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i really don't think he smiled all day. it was great. luckily his party wasn't until the 18th, and luckily he was much happier that day. lets go there now shall we!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">****</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">in my mind i had planned this extravagant party where sawyer rode in on a magic carpet and everyone was given a small pony as a thank you gift but apparently that wasn't in the budget. sooooo we settled for a bbq in the canyon instead. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTuY8-ju7Qs/TgAvBe7AyEI/AAAAAAAABEI/W96lbSvJIgw/s1600/birthday7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTuY8-ju7Qs/TgAvBe7AyEI/AAAAAAAABEI/W96lbSvJIgw/s1600/birthday7.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmw5g9QGsak/TgAvB3FVl6I/AAAAAAAABEM/5rDYZKSvxBk/s1600/birthday8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmw5g9QGsak/TgAvB3FVl6I/AAAAAAAABEM/5rDYZKSvxBk/s1600/birthday8.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">all sawyer wanted to do was crawl around on the grass and play and thats just what he did.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkszIB8soVM/TgAvCAiYLbI/AAAAAAAABEQ/5JoGsn97D5c/s1600/birthday9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkszIB8soVM/TgAvCAiYLbI/AAAAAAAABEQ/5JoGsn97D5c/s1600/birthday9.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tbEfRdKarg/TgAvCYYVfwI/AAAAAAAABEU/otzuNDF7-vM/s1600/birthday10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tbEfRdKarg/TgAvCYYVfwI/AAAAAAAABEU/otzuNDF7-vM/s1600/birthday10.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">although he did have a very important meeting of sorts with his ladies he had to attend to. i can only imagine the riveting conversation that went on here. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CkSPDWNpCxk/TgAvC-Ur21I/AAAAAAAABEc/rjCtDhT9oOk/s1600/birthday12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CkSPDWNpCxk/TgAvC-Ur21I/AAAAAAAABEc/rjCtDhT9oOk/s1600/birthday12.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the men grilling away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-TeJgVp5Sw/TgAvDRDa2-I/AAAAAAAABEg/FsDBrFgBhJM/s1600/birthday13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-TeJgVp5Sw/TgAvDRDa2-I/AAAAAAAABEg/FsDBrFgBhJM/s1600/birthday13.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">would ya just look at this guy? he's precious. </span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDrAIC_dJBk/TgAvEI8f4iI/AAAAAAAABEo/It_aMEeLxbs/s1600/birthday15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDrAIC_dJBk/TgAvEI8f4iI/AAAAAAAABEo/It_aMEeLxbs/s1600/birthday15.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">my dad does this thing where he holds my baby up and puts his face next to his and says "twinners!" we're not sure where this comes from but we go with it because its cute.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M593Ewsy8Hg/TgAvEdmL4yI/AAAAAAAABEs/U9iekwU2awU/s1600/birthday16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M593Ewsy8Hg/TgAvEdmL4yI/AAAAAAAABEs/U9iekwU2awU/s1600/birthday16.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">he loves her more than me.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fojcntsNZyA/TgAvE7tvpqI/AAAAAAAABEw/ec9LV3ehjDU/s1600/birthday17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fojcntsNZyA/TgAvE7tvpqI/AAAAAAAABEw/ec9LV3ehjDU/s1600/birthday17.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">my baby is not one of those babies you have to show how the whole shoving the cake in your mouth thing is done. he picked up on it right away. you know what they say.. like mother like son... i don't think anyone actually says that..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5lrC-Oe0jY/TgAvGXEnUvI/AAAAAAAABFE/Xs572ltTJzc/s1600/birthday22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5lrC-Oe0jY/TgAvGXEnUvI/AAAAAAAABFE/Xs572ltTJzc/s1600/birthday22.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">needless to say cleaning him off took forever. he's so cute all nakey.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT22SD-7Zh0/TgAvIaZ_RsI/AAAAAAAABFY/h0ggYoEBJ3Q/s1600/birthday27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT22SD-7Zh0/TgAvIaZ_RsI/AAAAAAAABFY/h0ggYoEBJ3Q/s1600/birthday27.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the gunter clan</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIte5YYuRKk/TgAvGwpVDzI/AAAAAAAABFI/uTTGSXE2DSU/s1600/birthday23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIte5YYuRKk/TgAvGwpVDzI/AAAAAAAABFI/uTTGSXE2DSU/s1600/birthday23.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the whole clan. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">all in all i would say the party was a success thanks to everyone who helped! my sister and mom where a huge help and so were brysons parents. we were so glad most everyone was able to come and share that special day with us! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">our last stop in vegas was to serendipity frozen hot chocolate and forbidden sundays. it was delicious. however i would say the serendipity in new york is much better and not nearly as hot and trashy. just sayin.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2flaff7DXp8/TfZDLTDJoDI/AAAAAAAABCU/kVHPpiJxSJg/s1600/stg7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2flaff7DXp8/TfZDLTDJoDI/AAAAAAAABCU/kVHPpiJxSJg/s1600/stg7.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">all and all i would say the trip was a major success. it was rather amazing we could get 11 busy girls (i originally typed women but it just didn't feel right) to drop husbands, babies and jobs to all get together for the whole weekend. it was especially amazing to see stefanie all weekend seeing as how she is currently living far far away in rhode island. we just love her! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">thanks for an awesome weekend girls! loves! </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">as you can tell sawyer absolutely adored graduation. or mostly playing outside on the grass during the ceremony.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOT6-avbgQM/Te-yCdFqsCI/AAAAAAAABA4/hFS5KDqGpqM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOT6-avbgQM/Te-yCdFqsCI/AAAAAAAABA4/hFS5KDqGpqM/s1600/2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">heres the graduate himself. beaming with pride. for his school and his accomplishments im sure. but mostly for no more homework. for now anyway. oh and he does have two fully functioning arms.. its just doesn't look like he does in this picture.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA_maJFkczY/Te-yLgToXYI/AAAAAAAABBg/t1BG1h_t4ow/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA_maJFkczY/Te-yLgToXYI/AAAAAAAABBg/t1BG1h_t4ow/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">after graduation we went to Pf Changs. we learned that sawyer does not like chinese food and he also does not like to watch us eat chinese food. he protested by chocking on goldfish crackers and throwing chopsticks and anything else he could get his hands on all over the floor. so that was a good time. jesse got a sweet new watch and a bunch of gift cards from my parents and we didn't give him anything because we're poor like that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBTJnCJp1-A/Te-yFGpmQYI/AAAAAAAABBY/4FbiUKCjU6c/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBTJnCJp1-A/Te-yFGpmQYI/AAAAAAAABBY/4FbiUKCjU6c/s1600/10.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">yesterday my grandparents got home from their mission to Hong Kong! this was their third mission overall, second to Hong Kong. it was so good to see them and have them home again!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acHhamsDo78/Te-yQ92jKkI/AAAAAAAABBk/C6CeIAFXteo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acHhamsDo78/Te-yQ92jKkI/AAAAAAAABBk/C6CeIAFXteo/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">my grandparents with our cousins</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hK0g1-TF2NE/Te-yRFTpy4I/AAAAAAAABBo/Q0XZLMEpbGE/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hK0g1-TF2NE/Te-yRFTpy4I/AAAAAAAABBo/Q0XZLMEpbGE/s1600/2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">sawyer was real mad at me for putting him in his stroller and wouldn't look at me the entire time we were at the airport. or at least it felt that way. he has quite the attitude problem lately. i am thinking it is directly related to this whole teething situation. lets hope so anyway. can i just mention what a pure joy it is to begin this teething experience at month 11? its greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TU3p93M0hA/Te-yR0QWBJI/AAAAAAAABBw/vWbcGht0d0g/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TU3p93M0hA/Te-yR0QWBJI/AAAAAAAABBw/vWbcGht0d0g/s1600/4.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and last but not least, on a completely unrelated note, my baby in flip flops. it might just be the best thing that has ever happened to me. </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzNitgl0G7Y/Te-yStYfi4I/AAAAAAAABB4/lxczhCJZrLE/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzNitgl0G7Y/Te-yStYfi4I/AAAAAAAABB4/lxczhCJZrLE/s1600/6.jpg" /></a></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-90902394845513179882011-05-31T09:52:00.005-06:002011-05-31T10:05:36.341-06:00the weekend<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">so as you know the weather memorial day was awful. shouldn't we have been able to bbq and go swimming? maybe get a sunburn? well obviously that wasn't the case. in fact we didn't do a whole lot of anything memorial day. we met my mother and brother for lunch and then the rest of day we talked about how stupid the weather was. Buuuuuuuuut the weekend leading up to memorial day was rather pleasant and event filled. lets discuss. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">on friday we had the <a href="http://jhoandreecey.blogspot.com/">ivins</a> over. and by over i mean to my parents house... where there is room for more than three people to comfortably move about. they brought pizza and we just chit chatted the night away. jessica and i go waaaaaaay back. back to jr high. back to the days of note writing and awkward adolescence. over the last couple years we were reunited via social media. gotta love it! SO glad they moved back down to utah county. and its a good thing they did because sawyer and their adorable daughter lola fell in love. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">after hours of trying to impress lola, sawyer was tuckered out. and i love when he's tuckered out because that is when i force him to cuddle me. and by force i really do mean force. </span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--q0WD9AqJrM/TeUJLxGtl0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/9mfaQ0DDUmI/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--q0WD9AqJrM/TeUJLxGtl0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/9mfaQ0DDUmI/s1600/d.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">on saturday sawyers aunt alyssa came down to babysit and bryson and i went on a little date. we like to court each other. that sounds kinda dirty... moving on... first we went to costco and ate more pizza. its cool to go on dates to costco. its romantic. after, we went to color me mine. in all the years its been open we have never been! it was sooo fun! i want to go again and again. and thanks to groupon it cost us $8. sweet. </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">my favorite part was listening to all the awkward date conversation going on. oh man so funny. one guy actually said, "oh you make me smile, not a lot of girls can do that." the girls response was something like, "ummmmlkajdlkfja;slkdfj".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">finished products. practical and adorable no?</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Oh <span style="font-size: small;">and i am love pinterest these days! get one and let me follow you. heres the <a href="http://pinterest.com/jaclyndg/">link</a> to mine. </span></span></span></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-8502044844546252782011-05-26T15:05:00.000-06:002011-05-26T15:05:18.509-06:00fanks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3pYwfHbltA/Td6_6veUoEI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ddnu1gpum2o/s1600/thanks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3pYwfHbltA/Td6_6veUoEI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ddnu1gpum2o/s1600/thanks.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i just wanted to say a quick thanks to all of you who have offered me so much support in the opening of my new little <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/3Lbirds?ref=pr_shop&view_type=gallery">shop</a></span>! <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">all the call and texts have been mucho appreciated! so as a thanks to you and all the love i'm having a little sale! free shipping on all items until june 2nd. chiggity check it out.</span></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-7248420065188729242011-05-25T12:02:00.004-06:002011-05-25T13:16:09.661-06:00how rude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i feel as though this blog has become terribly self involved as of late. all this talk of my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/3Lbirds?ref=pr_shop">etsy shop</a>,abandoning my child for cruises and all inclusive resorts is making me feel a little selfish. if sawyer could talk i think he would muster up his best stephanie from full house impression and say, "how rude". so i thought it would be appropriate to do a post of nothing but adorable pictures of my baby. and remind you all that, in case you were wondering, i am still overly obsessed with my child. lets say nothing more and just observe shall we?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">the <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/3Lbirds?ref=seller_info&view_type=gallery">shop</a> </span>(which is almost named three little birds) features handmade cards, picture frames, stationary and other pretty little things. its been so fun starting this little shop and i hope i can keep it going for awhile. i am thinking of doing a giveaway of sorts to those of you who faithlessly follow my blog later this week when i add a few more things. soooo if you're interested follow away and stay tuned! if you're not interested... just pretend you are so i don't feel bad about myself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DbKX9yYfEg/Tds8R8XWodI/AAAAAAAAA7U/f19P2R5JhXo/s1600/frames.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbcPNMeuAQs/Tds8Q8vm5nI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wuZJN82D_Qo/s1600/card4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">he is standing and walking along things and it looks like at any moment he could just take off and run away from me forever. since he was about four months i have claimed that every month from then on has been my favorite and i wish that he could stay that age forever. but this really is the best stage. you can just tell he is really starting to "get things" if you will. and now he claps and waves and plays peekaboo and is just so adorable.</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span id="goog_267361203"></span><span id="goog_267361204"></span>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-21723631241900733772011-05-11T10:07:00.000-06:002011-05-11T11:34:50.821-06:00cruisin<div style="text-align: center;"><br />we are home from our cruise. sigh. it was sooo amazing. and when i wasn't feeling extreme guilt for wanting to stay forever i was thoroughly enjoying every moment. since i'm new to blogger.... all of these pictures are out of order and i just don't know how to fix it. i just don't. and i just realized that you don't know if they're out of order.. you weren't there but lets just roll with it.<br /><br /><br />here we are on the stairs. bryson desperately wanted to get a picture of us in our formal attire on the stairs but both formal nights they had their camera crew set up there and the make you pay hundreds for those pictures so we opted for the last day of the cruise haven't showered look. also i'm pretty confident the woman we asked to take the picture was pretty drunk.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XldFbBYQdU/Tcq8PDf2E8I/AAAAAAAAA58/7RmGGizzth0/s1600/IMG_1046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XldFbBYQdU/Tcq8PDf2E8I/AAAAAAAAA58/7RmGGizzth0/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605499653038937026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this is just an example of what i was dealing with all week. my dessert plate is on the left. brysons is on the right. annoying. i felt real anger towards him when he would do that. i would also like to mention that my plate usually had one of every dessert. but i would just take bites of each of them so its totally fine.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYvqb4dOHQ/Tcq7nFS8yQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WkaQ6dD0pVs/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgYvqb4dOHQ/Tcq7nFS8yQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WkaQ6dD0pVs/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605498966326954242" border="0" /></a><br />the next two pictures are now my favorite of the two of us because it makes bryson look like a giant man. oh man i just get a kick out of it. if i wasn't so lazy i would have put the pictures right next to each other so you could really appreciate it but i just don't have that kind of... time.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86WMC7ZFY0/Tcq7KctpR3I/AAAAAAAAA5k/0ZUxLdgHy7c/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86WMC7ZFY0/Tcq7KctpR3I/AAAAAAAAA5k/0ZUxLdgHy7c/s400/IMG_0853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605498474396731250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak9JzslEhoE/Tcq7EU5h19I/AAAAAAAAA5c/w4ZodV3YPWQ/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak9JzslEhoE/Tcq7EU5h19I/AAAAAAAAA5c/w4ZodV3YPWQ/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605498369219876818" border="0" /></a><br />the classic towel animal<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPMoX9_zCwE/Tcq6xR9NY4I/AAAAAAAAA5U/RQlRss9mL70/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPMoX9_zCwE/Tcq6xR9NY4I/AAAAAAAAA5U/RQlRss9mL70/s400/IMG_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605498042012492674" border="0" /></a><br />so aside from getting a dessert plate after every meal we would also get soft serve ice cream cones. sigh. luckily bryson would join so i didn't feel like a complete failure. i'm not going to lie to you by the end of the cruise we were eating 2 cones... or more... after every meal. we were also quite disappointed that these cones were not offered in the morning. is there anyone who doesn't want an ice cream cone after breakfast is what i want to know. but its cool because the machine said "low fat"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nd_6UWNY9Y/Tcq6Qpe3vgI/AAAAAAAAA5M/2XO0IGe32EQ/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nd_6UWNY9Y/Tcq6Qpe3vgI/AAAAAAAAA5M/2XO0IGe32EQ/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605497481392012802" border="0" /></a>our cruise was a wonderful 7 night southern caribbean adventure with stops in St Thomas, St Croix, St Johns, Atigua, St Lucia, Casteries, and St George, Grenada. i just sounded like a brochure no? it really was aaaaaamaaaazing and i would do the same cruise again in a heartbeat. all of our ports were amazeballs. everything was so green and lush and beautiful.<br /><br />so this is where my handicapped blogging skills comes into play because what you're about to see is st croix which was actually our second port but just go with it. in st croix we took a bus tour around the island. i remember fully enjoying myself but by the end of the cruise we couldn't really remember what we saw or what was so great about it. but i do remember going to the top of some hill and looking over the island and all its splendor.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myCBtI5MVI0/Tcq5pUfoTCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/01GAhbB3NuM/s1600/267.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myCBtI5MVI0/Tcq5pUfoTCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/01GAhbB3NuM/s400/267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605496805743152162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmVnQ0Yq36U/Tcq5jiLvWiI/AAAAAAAAA48/GSjhVJXGdZ8/s1600/270.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmVnQ0Yq36U/Tcq5jiLvWiI/AAAAAAAAA48/GSjhVJXGdZ8/s400/270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605496706338609698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ww9w7lbDTE/Tcq5SPx4xxI/AAAAAAAAA40/-D_6BqCM_CU/s1600/228.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ww9w7lbDTE/Tcq5SPx4xxI/AAAAAAAAA40/-D_6BqCM_CU/s400/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605496409340561170" border="0" /></a><br />st thomas (our first stop) was beautiful. the weather was pretty cloudy that day but we survived. we took about an hour long sailboat ride out to buck island and went snorkeling. we saw big sea turtles, stingray, lots of fish and coral and even a barracuda. i could have died. not out of excitement that fish could have actually killed me. it was pretty amazing to see all the turtles. i wanted to take one home. the stingray was cool to see for about five second but when you get a closer look at it you realize their eyes and really creepy. bryson and i both agreed that one of them was staring at him.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpkR_TH6MH8/Tcq5DdhA63I/AAAAAAAAA4s/mjJwPQMtFpw/s1600/141.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpkR_TH6MH8/Tcq5DdhA63I/AAAAAAAAA4s/mjJwPQMtFpw/s400/141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605496155329850226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8iKblLjL00/Tcq47TFwJxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/oH0LmAOrGJ8/s1600/155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8iKblLjL00/Tcq47TFwJxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/oH0LmAOrGJ8/s400/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605496015092197138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re0MMKuR0bI/Tcq4mvkE_mI/AAAAAAAAA4c/WPp2PqeBUfw/s1600/st%2Bthomas.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re0MMKuR0bI/Tcq4mvkE_mI/AAAAAAAAA4c/WPp2PqeBUfw/s400/st%2Bthomas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495661958332002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1baZmVR-0s/Tcq4YAmAjtI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FfraxaUFVRc/s1600/107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1baZmVR-0s/Tcq4YAmAjtI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FfraxaUFVRc/s400/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495408831794898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVkWn0vQDBQ/Tcq4PNHhVEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/j3M63ltmCiU/s1600/088.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVkWn0vQDBQ/Tcq4PNHhVEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/j3M63ltmCiU/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605495257574757442" border="0" /></a><br />st johns was our third stop. we got in a taxi and went to valley church beach which was gorg. the water was the bluest water i had ever seen! this day was actually our 3rd anniversary and it was a pretty awesome day. bryson rode a jet ski around the beach and i got a massage. i also managed to the flash the beach my boobies. awesome. we did suffer one casualty though. the picture below you will see bryson looking down realizing his iphone was in his pocket. oh boy.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRkMKX_SOv8/Tcq4AGZokLI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Xg13Y3MzzNg/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRkMKX_SOv8/Tcq4AGZokLI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Xg13Y3MzzNg/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605494998073643186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBaV3bUAMcE/Tcq30c8Eh7I/AAAAAAAAA38/AlOdQ_U1oHg/s1600/valley%2Bchurch%2Bbeach%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBaV3bUAMcE/Tcq30c8Eh7I/AAAAAAAAA38/AlOdQ_U1oHg/s400/valley%2Bchurch%2Bbeach%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605494797965232050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOSXrtdesxU/Tcq3vzJPb6I/AAAAAAAAA30/fIpLsBKKChE/s1600/valley%2Bchurch%2Bbeach.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOSXrtdesxU/Tcq3vzJPb6I/AAAAAAAAA30/fIpLsBKKChE/s400/valley%2Bchurch%2Bbeach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605494718026706850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4TDfxq6riQ/Tcq3pbZlkUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DwDIgA_QMYE/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4TDfxq6riQ/Tcq3pbZlkUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DwDIgA_QMYE/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605494608573600066" border="0" /></a><br />our fourth stop was our favorite. i have wanted to go to st lucia so bad every since i saw a documentary on it. and by documentary i mean an episode of the bachelor. we took a coastal tour on a catamaran to see the pitons. it was amazing. the island is soooooooooo pretty and green. we stopped in a bay and went swimming and the water was so clear you could see fish swimming all around you. which was pretty cool and a little creepy. i dream about st lucia all day. i was actually there this time last week... sigh<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg8jMbxN-nc/Tcq3SUZh1hI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2NAw8mb_VG0/s1600/st%2Blucia%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg8jMbxN-nc/Tcq3SUZh1hI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2NAw8mb_VG0/s400/st%2Blucia%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605494211557316114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGqdUw_Xxpo/Tcq3EluJUfI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Iz8eQX8zDCg/s1600/sunscreen%2Bman.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGqdUw_Xxpo/Tcq3EluJUfI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Iz8eQX8zDCg/s400/sunscreen%2Bman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605493975689023986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urWi3Lgc5Oo/Tcq29YYZo5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/3SkFXx9NW3U/s1600/114.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urWi3Lgc5Oo/Tcq29YYZo5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/3SkFXx9NW3U/s400/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605493851849073554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ_TfbcSxxE/Tcq2s_-oxII/AAAAAAAAA3M/Zy27Fm8qY68/s1600/014.JPG"><span><span></span></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0qc9HxAraM/Tcq2MQENjZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/nwLE8K6F11A/s1600/st%2Blucia.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0qc9HxAraM/Tcq2MQENjZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/nwLE8K6F11A/s400/st%2Blucia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605493007803321746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvcmzHxxDIk/Tcq1kiHnKqI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zcq6Wu5Xc34/s1600/pitons.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvcmzHxxDIk/Tcq1kiHnKqI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zcq6Wu5Xc34/s400/pitons.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605492325454654114" border="0" /></a><br />our last stop was st george, grenada. we took a very education and long tour of the island learning all about how the harvest cocoa beans and how white chocolate is not real! its not real people! our tour guide Terry was pretty pissed at "Mr. Hershey" and his white chocolate. we also learned about all the fresh spices they have and bought some fresh nutmeg and cinnamon which both spelled amazing. we then went up in the rain forest and saw and grand etang lake and went to annandale falls. the last leg of our tour was at fort frederick. which the french built when they invalded something something something...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIvkZpuIofE/Tcq1TToVh8I/AAAAAAAAA20/jdQ05LoMPZU/s1600/Grenada%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIvkZpuIofE/Tcq1TToVh8I/AAAAAAAAA20/jdQ05LoMPZU/s400/Grenada%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605492029507602370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sROOc8J9DeI/Tcq1KkGm3nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/k4a9On7aOxQ/s1600/Grenada.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sROOc8J9DeI/Tcq1KkGm3nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/k4a9On7aOxQ/s400/Grenada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605491879310712434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z40DNG0RJf8/Tcq05PQmuOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/f8qN57FvOAc/s1600/Grand%2BEtang.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z40DNG0RJf8/Tcq05PQmuOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/f8qN57FvOAc/s400/Grand%2BEtang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605491581657725154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spGynsfaL8M/Tcq0pae2nII/AAAAAAAAA2c/5hiJ9BJFgX0/s1600/Fort%2BFrederick.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spGynsfaL8M/Tcq0pae2nII/AAAAAAAAA2c/5hiJ9BJFgX0/s400/Fort%2BFrederick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605491309792369794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUSChsN5hP8/Tcq0i_nCxaI/AAAAAAAAA2U/uHjf5RUTrxQ/s1600/Annandale%2BFalls.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUSChsN5hP8/Tcq0i_nCxaI/AAAAAAAAA2U/uHjf5RUTrxQ/s400/Annandale%2BFalls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605491199499748770" border="0" /></a><br />it was the most amazing trip. i didn't know how much bryson and i needed to reconnect and spend one on one time together. after a long semester it was good to rekindle the la (thats how we say love. try it. its real cute) knowing we were going home to sawyer made it way easier. if it wasn't for him i would have just had to stay. of course when we got back he was mad at me. and while we were gone he got his first tooth. but was it worth it? ya it was. i am already planning my next cruise. new zealand/australia? yes please. now all i have to do is save thousand of dollars and wait 20 years and i'll be on my way. whos with me??<br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-74292835647150694342011-04-24T12:19:00.000-06:002011-04-25T11:54:17.148-06:00birthdays and suchlets start with the such shall we? we tried to take sawyer to the park behind our house the other day and it didn't go as planned. basically he hated it. better luck next time i suppose.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuEpzFrssOA/TbRxIATM1sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1wOxzRcieyo/s1600/secret%2Bmisson%2B097.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuEpzFrssOA/TbRxIATM1sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1wOxzRcieyo/s400/secret%2Bmisson%2B097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224619061794498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTGrOONCJC0/TbRw_jlHUjI/AAAAAAAAA18/2Bx_eLCrplQ/s1600/secret%2Bmisson%2B089.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTGrOONCJC0/TbRw_jlHUjI/AAAAAAAAA18/2Bx_eLCrplQ/s400/secret%2Bmisson%2B089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224473913348658" border="0" /></a><br />brysons birthday was quickly approaching and i wanted to make him a customized iphone cover. so my mom and i had a little photo shoot with sawyer last week. it is not easy to take pictures of babies... he kept moving! can you believe that? i know, shocking. eventually we made my brother try to make him smile while my mom made sure he didn't move and i took the pictures. it does indeed take three adults to take a picture of a baby. we eventually got some but it was a rather stressful situation for all involved. so i salute you photographers.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-zybRKhloQ/TbRwtQ5B0GI/AAAAAAAAA10/nwWRuS7tpDE/s1600/secret%2Bmisson%2B012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-zybRKhloQ/TbRwtQ5B0GI/AAAAAAAAA10/nwWRuS7tpDE/s400/secret%2Bmisson%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224159658954850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hkRk1xeON0/TbRwnJRsBrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Z7cpTrw0gDw/s1600/secret%2Bmisson%2B065.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hkRk1xeON0/TbRwnJRsBrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Z7cpTrw0gDw/s400/secret%2Bmisson%2B065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224054535685810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWXrzEENF0A/TbRwfV8YN9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CD-xLbjgV_s/s1600/secret%2Bmisson%2B051.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWXrzEENF0A/TbRwfV8YN9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CD-xLbjgV_s/s400/secret%2Bmisson%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223920497014738" border="0" /></a><br />sometimes i just don't know what to do with my child. there are times that he actually plays with his toys but usually he doesn't want anything to do with them he would rather play with clementines.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZAwrhCjFy0/TbRwTZk4e0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/XlzHbbHawW0/s1600/april%2B021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZAwrhCjFy0/TbRwTZk4e0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/XlzHbbHawW0/s400/april%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223715313777474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaE1YrQ1Adg/TbRwLFgqd7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/qvWXd4ry0b8/s1600/april%2B004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaE1YrQ1Adg/TbRwLFgqd7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/qvWXd4ry0b8/s400/april%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223572488419250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSTncWUewLA/TbRwEKAUU-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/FY2Q5-VWbWY/s1600/april%2B039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSTncWUewLA/TbRwEKAUU-I/AAAAAAAAA1M/FY2Q5-VWbWY/s400/april%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223453435843554" border="0" /></a><br />for some reason he find the string that draws the blinds fascinating. and apparently it tastes delicious. he also likes to climb up pillows and fall down. he really doesn't enjoy the falling down part but that is usually what comes after the climbing. i have gotten into a really bad habit of scooping him up each time he falls and cradling him and petting his hair and kissing him. now every time he as much as tips over he looks at me and cries. oops.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIc1-Y3fTS0/TbRv8PrfvOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yyzEFthsAIs/s1600/april%2B062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIc1-Y3fTS0/TbRv8PrfvOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yyzEFthsAIs/s400/april%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223317520170210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBargtIwFxY/TbRv0ortDUI/AAAAAAAAA08/2kelYGe1WeY/s1600/april%2B101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBargtIwFxY/TbRv0ortDUI/AAAAAAAAA08/2kelYGe1WeY/s400/april%2B101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223186792975682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i think his most favorite activity as of late is climbing the stairs. i find myself just sitting at the bottom of them because he of course cannot climb down them.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5fzCd1AQFY/TbRvrc3go3I/AAAAAAAAA00/Qm9yJKwH6TQ/s1600/april%2B078.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5fzCd1AQFY/TbRvrc3go3I/AAAAAAAAA00/Qm9yJKwH6TQ/s400/april%2B078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599223029002445682" border="0" /></a><br />this is the face he makes when i say no. then he usually does it anyway and i take pictures. good parenting i know.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3w1B4FrUQ0g/TbRvn5rMyCI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GyncDHaHcYI/s1600/april%2B079.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3w1B4FrUQ0g/TbRvn5rMyCI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GyncDHaHcYI/s400/april%2B079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222968015964194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCATkLGYaxM/TbRvjF9LA5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/0xRaWOFhSsk/s1600/april%2B097.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCATkLGYaxM/TbRvjF9LA5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/0xRaWOFhSsk/s400/april%2B097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222885413225362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8G6T-gN8JMk/TbRvezUIcBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nSAauShz4c8/s1600/april%2B098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8G6T-gN8JMk/TbRvezUIcBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nSAauShz4c8/s400/april%2B098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222811689775122" border="0" /></a><br />now onto the birthday. bryson is 27 now. which if you haven't worked out is basically 30. i like to remind him of that and i think it is greatly appreciated. see i can do that because i am only 26.. nowhere close to thirty. the birthday celebrations where a success. we started out with brunch at communal with our dear friends jake and amy. then a bbq at my parents.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySFBHBxF_gA/TbRvSIZq6qI/AAAAAAAAA0U/DU66uQHdQFQ/s1600/april%2B127.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySFBHBxF_gA/TbRvSIZq6qI/AAAAAAAAA0U/DU66uQHdQFQ/s400/april%2B127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222594011851426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k97HaO-thdI/TbRvO_dg9II/AAAAAAAAA0M/MJ0u4yFwp1o/s1600/april%2B128.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k97HaO-thdI/TbRvO_dg9II/AAAAAAAAA0M/MJ0u4yFwp1o/s400/april%2B128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222540072449154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">when i asked him what cake he wanted me to make him he said i want your mom to make brownies.<br />okay.....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sawyer looking for the dog in his old man pajamas<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRlzl2mksks/TbRvFRAJCxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2x0wIxmeLS4/s1600/april%2B131.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRlzl2mksks/TbRvFRAJCxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2x0wIxmeLS4/s400/april%2B131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222372982393618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFMt6X4W61I/TbRu-XZM9mI/AAAAAAAAAz0/bo3BulEGuks/s1600/april%2B140.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFMt6X4W61I/TbRu-XZM9mI/AAAAAAAAAz0/bo3BulEGuks/s400/april%2B140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599222254439036514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoFSFL6YuvQ/TbRuukhYPCI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cpsj-qLW7ZM/s1600/april%2B142.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoFSFL6YuvQ/TbRuukhYPCI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cpsj-qLW7ZM/s400/april%2B142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221983085083682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">next up laser tagging. here we are at the trafalga in lehi. which might i add is a hoppin place on the weekends. if you ever want to hang out with a bunch of unfortunate looking teenagers i suggest you go there.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81aL0yzzjac/TbRumVGd9NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7F8v_2uAgGw/s1600/april%2B144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81aL0yzzjac/TbRumVGd9NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7F8v_2uAgGw/s400/april%2B144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221841506727122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i am not with child so i don't know why hes doing that.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2w_ULqDU3eg/TbRugn3fhGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WGs3ElRUnQg/s1600/april%2B145.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2w_ULqDU3eg/TbRugn3fhGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WGs3ElRUnQg/s400/april%2B145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221743464973410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">the murtcurfs and their son<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYVNI45wXQ0/TbRub5y9FjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/loP_CToE-Y4/s1600/april%2B153.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYVNI45wXQ0/TbRub5y9FjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/loP_CToE-Y4/s400/april%2B153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221662378432050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpESchjSroY/TbRuW3HDZqI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TbbXoGcuDv0/s1600/april%2B155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpESchjSroY/TbRuW3HDZqI/AAAAAAAAAzM/TbbXoGcuDv0/s400/april%2B155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221575758079650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">not very many of brysons friends could come so i invited mine<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKgdDYevILE/TbRuOzXpdEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PpjYbZuDBDE/s1600/april%2B168.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKgdDYevILE/TbRuOzXpdEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PpjYbZuDBDE/s400/april%2B168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221437314987074" border="0" /></a><br />and my brother and his friends<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noq9AMduzYc/TbRuFY8SRVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Mch_xi9Vhik/s1600/april%2B166.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noq9AMduzYc/TbRuFY8SRVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Mch_xi9Vhik/s400/april%2B166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221275602077010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">what an adorable 27 year old<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoiVtJDID5Y/TbRt99YARXI/AAAAAAAAAys/npPqsf-H8uo/s1600/april%2B171.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoiVtJDID5Y/TbRt99YARXI/AAAAAAAAAys/npPqsf-H8uo/s400/april%2B171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221147943060850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbgbI_ztYHc/TbRt3Q4X1aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7AoBKmCsPoM/s1600/april%2B181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbgbI_ztYHc/TbRt3Q4X1aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/7AoBKmCsPoM/s400/april%2B181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599221032920012194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xb1AesZxh4/TbRtyXsvrHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Snj8S7CclT8/s1600/april%2B182.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xb1AesZxh4/TbRtyXsvrHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Snj8S7CclT8/s400/april%2B182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599220948850945138" border="0" /></a><br />after laser tagging we went and saw the movie hanna. which was a little bit crazy but good.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">thats all for now. this week we are getting ready for our cruise on saturday. i am feeling better this time around about abandoning my child. not sure if thats a good or bad thing...<br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-3362856629705405822011-04-12T16:44:00.001-06:002011-04-17T11:28:48.498-06:00pura vida<div style="text-align: center;">we are back from costa rica. i want to start off by saying that yes my baby does remember me. or he seems to at least. i know you were probably concerned because of my last post but i survived. lets move on shall we?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />we went with brysons work. it was a club trip for those reps who hit their numbers last year. whatever that means... all i know is that we got to go to costa rica all expenses paid and we went to an all inclusive result. way to go bryson.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETANCaWwUHY/TaTXkPceBzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/AaoPMFPbFhE/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETANCaWwUHY/TaTXkPceBzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/AaoPMFPbFhE/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594833654722201394" border="0" /></a><br />our flight situation wasn't exactly ideal. we left tuesday night and got to costa rica wednesday afternoon. we had like three hundred layovers. luckily there was a little time to catch up on some prison break. i would like to point out that i am not bald. although this picture certainly makes it look like i am.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnIdH7S3PkY/TaTXRPO1k9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Yq03pbPHRTk/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnIdH7S3PkY/TaTXRPO1k9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Yq03pbPHRTk/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594833328247509970" border="0" /></a>we stayed at the riu guanacaste. it was super pretty and clean and fab. the food was not the greatest but it was mango season and they were SOOOOO good. the resort had a huge pool with a swim up bar where we had plenty of pina coladas and strawberry daiquiris (virgin of course) , and the beach was within walking distance. it was bloody hot and we both got 5th degree sunburns. never hear of them? theyre pretty serious.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lC_pvbCK2Y/TaTXJ91Tz3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lcd2yp7vpYY/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lC_pvbCK2Y/TaTXJ91Tz3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lcd2yp7vpYY/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594833203317952370" border="0" /></a>when we walked into our room this little guy was just waiting for us. its not exactly like you can step on them... so it was rather entertaining watching bryson try to catch it in a cup and set it free. which he did successfully. but by the time we saw the second one we were over it and we all cohabited just fine.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-I8beI6b2U/TaTXDlzqEBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/cJ3oXDstsBQ/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-I8beI6b2U/TaTXDlzqEBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/cJ3oXDstsBQ/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594833093789356050" border="0" /></a>this was our first day there as you can tell by our pasty white bodies. the more i look at this picture i'm just not sure why i put it up... its pretty hideous<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG4WEr1-IsA/TaTW8eOm5KI/AAAAAAAAAvs/m6MHBS2Xcdg/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG4WEr1-IsA/TaTW8eOm5KI/AAAAAAAAAvs/m6MHBS2Xcdg/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832971495826594" border="0" /></a>every night we would go down to the beach and watch the sunset. it was so pretty i wanted to marry it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eaQlsxMBv4/TaTW3_9P1pI/AAAAAAAAAvk/RntIrzD-bys/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eaQlsxMBv4/TaTW3_9P1pI/AAAAAAAAAvk/RntIrzD-bys/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832894650472082" border="0" /></a>this is what happens when you don't have anyone to take a picture for you .<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-6fXjD5TJc/TaTWyCaEsdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eZ58Y4vCLuA/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 421px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B-6fXjD5TJc/TaTWyCaEsdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eZ58Y4vCLuA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832792229032402" border="0" /></a>this was our little spot by the pool. we would have stayed at the beach all day except there wasn't any shade and it really was 150 degrees.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tBn_FHa1do/TaTWgM3_yHI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lcjbBTdIdyM/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tBn_FHa1do/TaTWgM3_yHI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lcjbBTdIdyM/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832485801248882" border="0" /></a>bryson being the adventurous man he is went zip lining through the jungle. he loved it. i stayed at the pool and got burned.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYqQiVTlDQ/TaTWYwp5S-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/AIpR8U71tDY/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYqQiVTlDQ/TaTWYwp5S-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/AIpR8U71tDY/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832357966826466" border="0" /></a>more beautiful sunsets<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFHJNPZiw2A/TaTWCkkoaCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/FexBcIrm5DQ/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFHJNPZiw2A/TaTWCkkoaCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/FexBcIrm5DQ/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594831976766400546" border="0" /></a>our last day, drinking our last drinks. we were sad to leave but ready to get back to our baby. i only had one minor meltdown while we were there so i'm going to chalk it up as a success. and its a good thing because in three weeks we're going on a cruise and i'm abandoning my baby all over again. sigh.<br /><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-78782204515514124592011-04-04T13:15:00.000-06:002011-04-04T13:17:59.056-06:00i love him<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQIkQG5Hng0/TZoZD5eD9RI/AAAAAAAAAu0/j5yNQ0u9OvI/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 452px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQIkQG5Hng0/TZoZD5eD9RI/AAAAAAAAAu0/j5yNQ0u9OvI/s320/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591809442091103506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-64119199163605326272011-04-01T14:28:00.000-06:002011-04-13T09:49:38.582-06:00separation anxiety<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLrBF-B0MLU/TZY89ENZYXI/AAAAAAAAAus/GoOSUgKmX7k/s1600/March%2B2011%2B069.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLrBF-B0MLU/TZY89ENZYXI/AAAAAAAAAus/GoOSUgKmX7k/s320/March%2B2011%2B069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590723007226667378" border="0" /></a>(could you leave this face? i think not)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">bryson and i are going to costa rica on tuesday. i know beach, fun, sun, ya ya ya but when i think about the fact that i have to leave my baby behind and leave the country i literally keel over in pain. real, deep excruciating pain right in my heart. and gut. im not being dramatic either this is real people.<br /><br />since sawyer was born i have been away from him twice. the first time bryson and i went down to st george on a saturday and came back sunday. the second time i went up to park city on a friday night and came back saturday afternoon. i mean we leave him and go on dates for a few hours, but not for very long. so this is a big deal. big. huge.<br /><br />don't get me wrong it sounds nice to have a break and go to the pool but i will cry. see i'm very attached to my child. like unhealthily, possessively, obsessed with my child. last night at midnight i went up to his room and took my sleeping baby out of his crib and made him cuddle with me. which surprisingly didn't turn out to one of my best ideas.. shocking i know.<br /><br />my fear is he will forget about me while i'm gone or start walking or talking! what if he realizes i abandoned and he is mad at me? or feels really sad! what if he meets someone and gets married?? what if he never recognizes me again? what if he grows three feet and loses all his babyness? what if my plane crashes? i don't have a will. he will become a property of the state! keeling over in pain.<br /><br />so obviously i have some deeply rooted psychological problems and i just don't know how i'm going to get over this. pura vida.<br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-83107322487824268932011-03-31T12:58:00.000-06:002011-04-17T11:26:18.212-06:00unemployment<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;">so i don't have a job. well i do... i am a mother and oprah says that motherhood is not only a full time job but the most difficult job out there. so there's that. and lets get one thing straight i am not complaining about the lack of employment. all i wanted growing up was to one day not have a job. its true im one of those women. i'm cool with it. i have paid my dues you know. i worked for a long 8 years! i brought endless amounts of diet coke to golfers and soup, salad and bread sticks to the nice people of provo. dues paid. anywho i have been through several...phases if you will. different phases to fill my time. i would like to share them with you.<br /><br /><br />phase #1: the newborn phase<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pU_NsPK7Ss/TZTQ0RjfsII/AAAAAAAAAuY/NcRHI2nZCLA/s1600/newborn.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pU_NsPK7Ss/TZTQ0RjfsII/AAAAAAAAAuY/NcRHI2nZCLA/s320/newborn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322633957683330" border="0" /></a>the newborn phase was rather difficult for me. at that time my dear baby would cry all the day long. he would only nap in my arms and he wanted to eat every two hours and it took him about an hour to eat each time... therefore my time was spent nursing, rocking holding, repeat.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;">phase #2: greys anatomy/nutella love affair phase<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OffPpbW9his/TZTQxXerbbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0n-myrZLJFA/s1600/greys.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OffPpbW9his/TZTQxXerbbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0n-myrZLJFA/s320/greys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322584008486322" border="0" /></a>around four month my baby started to take a good 2-3 hour nap. in his crib. thats right he was a real baby now and life was good. i actually started watching greys when he was first born but it was always interrupted. so now i could eat nutella and just watch and watch for hours. it was unproductive and fattening but it was necessary. months later i would give away my jar of nutella because it was becoming a real problem.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;">phase #3: candle making phase<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnR9WSyC5Ow/TZTQs-cwy5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/SoASJ9tnA7I/s1600/candles.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnR9WSyC5Ow/TZTQs-cwy5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/SoASJ9tnA7I/s320/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322508570086290" border="0" /></a>after watching all six seasons of greys anatomy and gaining what i can only imagine was a good 10 pounds it was time for a change. i still had those couple hour to kill during the day and what better way to spend my time then making candles. hello! who doesn't make candles when they're bored thats the real question. well it was a good time but now i have several candles that i just don't know what to do with...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><br />phase #4: baking and treat making phase<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpvnGdcu55c/TZTQo3BtjII/AAAAAAAAAuA/BNu5b2y3hao/s1600/cooking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpvnGdcu55c/TZTQo3BtjII/AAAAAAAAAuA/BNu5b2y3hao/s320/cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322437858102402" border="0" /></a>this one was short lived.. all it took was one very failed attempt to make paula deens lemon blossoms and i was over it. i still bust out the occasional cookie when i'm feeling chubby though.<br /><br /><br />phase #5: cleaning frenzy phase<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7CKMctdX4g/TZTQk6DeDsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/p4kTeTvTMe8/s1600/cleaning.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7CKMctdX4g/TZTQk6DeDsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/p4kTeTvTMe8/s320/cleaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322369951305410" border="0" /></a>i think this was the only phase bryson truly appreciated. aside from the newborn one of course. i cleaned and organized everything. for several hours a day. my house smelled like lysol and windex. the laundry was freakishly caught up all the time. it was odd. well lets just say that phase didn't last as long as i was hoping.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;">phase #6: crafting...ish phase<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkcPu0JVuOM/TZTQhRFAQdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IbcisRLh1n4/s1600/craftin.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mkcPu0JVuOM/TZTQhRFAQdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IbcisRLh1n4/s320/craftin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590322307412279762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">who wants to clean when you can craft! however i do use the term "craft" lightly. my idea of crafting is finding things in my house i can mod podge. so i make picture frames and whatnot while watching 30 rock. and yes i consider that heart "garland" crafting. i had to cut out those hearts you know. and then i glued them to that string stuff. talent.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">i guess you could say i am still in phase 6. however i have mod podged everything in my house so i will need to learn a new trade if you will. i am thinking of taking up sewing. i have taken a class before. if you consider seventh grade TLC a class, which i do. and as you can see my baby is only 9 months old so none of these phases last very long. i am trying to incorporate all phases into my life. you know balance or whatever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">i think its safe to say phase #7 will be pool time. here's to unemployment!</span><br /><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-4598399445560877142011-03-30T00:46:00.001-06:002011-04-13T09:36:30.974-06:00bangs<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">i have bangs now. its really the most exciting thing to happen to my hair since the "swoop bang". and while i am rather fond of these bangs for the moment they are very high maintenance. i find they need fixing several times a day due to their natural desire to separate. for some reason when other peoples bangs separate they look adorable. mine end up looking like this...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLFluarbFMA/TZLR0pLiFMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uBIP9UPlCiY/s1600/kathleen%2Bturner.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLFluarbFMA/TZLR0pLiFMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uBIP9UPlCiY/s320/kathleen%2Bturner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589760789857834178" border="0" /></a>(i do not know this woman, i am sure she is very kind)<br /><br />wind has become an enemy of mine for obvious reasons and i am forced to wash my hair almost every day. and when i wash my hair i have to blow dry it and that is when things start to get hideous.<br />there i am just minding my own business, blow drying away in the proper hair drying position (bending over at a 45 degree angle, head down) and when i stand up straight and look in the mirror i see this....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1PPS0rUgLI/TZLRws3dsHI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FGunccLp7iE/s1600/MonsterBWP_468x413.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1PPS0rUgLI/TZLRws3dsHI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FGunccLp7iE/s320/MonsterBWP_468x413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589760722127925362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">i think its a combination of me not wearing any make up and my face is usually red from being upside down and from the heat of the blow dryer and my bangs are parted down the middle and doing a weird swoopy thing... its not a pretty picture. however i am usually not making that face. or holding a gun...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">some days i look more like sister wife while blow drying. those are good days.</span><br /><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-70311201282087432572011-03-17T11:02:00.000-06:002011-03-17T11:31:38.316-06:00well...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhYvSkdQxxo/TYJDmPfk2AI/AAAAAAAAAso/rrnYvWytdQU/s1600/disneyland%2B107.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhYvSkdQxxo/TYJDmPfk2AI/AAAAAAAAAso/rrnYvWytdQU/s320/disneyland%2B107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585100812165896194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQEzY2ipELg/TYJDiFJRRCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/F_DDqv0usOA/s1600/Disneyland513.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQEzY2ipELg/TYJDiFJRRCI/AAAAAAAAAsg/F_DDqv0usOA/s320/Disneyland513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585100740668507170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUUBF7gkwbs/TYJDdgxZmpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/tpQyl7nfq-w/s1600/Disneyland506.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUUBF7gkwbs/TYJDdgxZmpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/tpQyl7nfq-w/s320/Disneyland506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585100662185237138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vpJNFWqoB4/TYJDZHkEzVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lPy-I-PF_KQ/s1600/CopyofPicnikcollage3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vpJNFWqoB4/TYJDZHkEzVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lPy-I-PF_KQ/s320/CopyofPicnikcollage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585100586698984786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uO_ceZ1FUTs/TYJDVALsb8I/AAAAAAAAAsI/NUlR0ngOwH4/s1600/disneyland%2B159.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uO_ceZ1FUTs/TYJDVALsb8I/AAAAAAAAAsI/NUlR0ngOwH4/s320/disneyland%2B159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585100515998199746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdH2Yl8ufDA/TYJCnOEnfKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZEhV-wpYC4I/s1600/march%2B019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdH2Yl8ufDA/TYJCnOEnfKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZEhV-wpYC4I/s320/march%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585099729452629154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3Ygtim1oQ/TYJCen4PzQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VRz2B0vwqCk/s1600/march%2B004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3Ygtim1oQ/TYJCen4PzQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VRz2B0vwqCk/s320/march%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585099581761244418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">i think its safe to say that nobody reads this blog anymore. its cool. im not mad its my own fault really. once every couple month blogging doesnt exactly make for interesting reading. But i am turning a new leaf. you seen i get real bored when my child naps and am always looking for a hobby of sorts to fill my time. and since i have officially modpodged everything in my house i figure its time to get back into the blogging world. lucky you!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">as for a little catch up. my child is now nine month old. he is crawling and into everything. he is very adorable. i can say that because i made him from scratch. (yes i got that from a greys anatomy episode) at his nine month appointment my dr assured me he is normal and developing on track even though i am always doubtful. not that he isn't doing what hes supposed to its just that im crazy. super crazy. like i get more paranoid everyday. therefore i am never having another child. it would push me right over the edge into crazy town. his stats were;</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">length: 28 inches 25%</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">weight: 18lbs 7 oz 10%</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">head circ: 45.5 cm 25%</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">so... obviously he doesnt take after bryson at all. unfortunate really. bryson asked the dr if there was a chance that he could have some kind of a massive growth spurt at some point in his life to which the dr kindly said "no." way to go dodson/davis genes. way to go. im sure my girls will be 6 feet tall and manly. im not sure why they will be manly....? but i did decide im not having more children so problem solved. we will just have one short little boy and bryson will walk around town looking like a single dad with his two children. (me being one of them because im so short... you get it)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">i was going to do more catching up... but since the last time i posted was in november that would just take tooooooo looooong. lets just say happy thanksgiving! congrats jordan and ryan way to get married! happy birthday me! merry christmas! happy new years! happy valentines day! good?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the pictures are mostly from our trip to disneyland a couple weeks ago. i wish i lived there. in disneyland. also i don't know how to put the pictures where i want them to go........... i need my tis to help me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">more to come..............</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-56283159775745619832010-11-22T23:24:00.000-07:002011-04-13T09:36:53.766-06:00this is what happens...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOtelWfIgvI/AAAAAAAAAro/nm38YnLQPFk/s1600/bedtime.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOtelWfIgvI/AAAAAAAAAro/nm38YnLQPFk/s320/bedtime.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542627762193859314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this is what happens at bedtime</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOtefSUwi8I/AAAAAAAAArg/ESnVsOtevmc/s1600/food%2Bcoma.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOtefSUwi8I/AAAAAAAAArg/ESnVsOtevmc/s320/food%2Bcoma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542627657997388738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this is what happens after a meal at tucanos</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteaq_3NfI/AAAAAAAAArY/zOc0Bq8nbNQ/s1600/gobble.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteaq_3NfI/AAAAAAAAArY/zOc0Bq8nbNQ/s320/gobble.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542627578721285618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this is what happens when you're feeling crafty and also love a delicious snack</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteVfD-spI/AAAAAAAAArQ/UoLzd2phBtA/s1600/hood.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteVfD-spI/AAAAAAAAArQ/UoLzd2phBtA/s320/hood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542627489617982098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this is what happens when your son suffers from somewhat of a flat head</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteQWO5aZI/AAAAAAAAArI/RKnnMseK8mg/s1600/scratch.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOteQWO5aZI/AAAAAAAAArI/RKnnMseK8mg/s320/scratch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542627401348508050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and this is what happens when you don't clip your babies finger nails. bad mom award.</span><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-18750005200678655252010-11-18T21:21:00.000-07:002011-04-13T09:37:34.983-06:00much ado about nothing<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">i know this once a month posting is absolutely ridiculous. i just want you to know that i know that. also i think its important to say that the pictures in this post are hideously out of order but i don't really care enough to work on it. if you hadn't noticed this blog had an extreme home makeover. i had to have my tis who has been blogging for about a month do it for me. i'm just no good at it. lets begin shall we?</span> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX-YljtrZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yljvL6WhNmU/s1600/baby.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX-YljtrZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yljvL6WhNmU/s320/baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541114614901484946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">this is my child. this is the face he usually makes.like he thinks you're crazy and that he's generally unhappy but i assure you he is indeed a happy child. most of the time. the first three months of his life he was in fact generally unhappy but we've moved into a more pleasant phase that makes everyone a lot more happy. honestly if it was up to me i would just skip the whole newborn phase. sure they're cute and cuddly but man they're hard. moving on.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX9kkToVDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dbj2tzKaVhc/s1600/baby.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX9USdovMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/59ktamkb1mI/s1600/beanie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX9USdovMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/59ktamkb1mI/s320/beanie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541113441544617154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">beanies and pajamas an obvious choice. we like to throw him in the air. the only time he will laugh is when we throw him or shake him. gently of course.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX9HrU4FaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/X3VgPK6-CNo/s1600/halloween.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX9HrU4FaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/X3VgPK6-CNo/s320/halloween.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541113224880461218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">on to halloween. here we are just your typical cowgirl, bull and bat family. you can't tell from this picture but sawyer was absolutely thrilled to be a bat and its a good thing because i made him wear that adorable costume all weekend. originally i wanted him to wear an over $50 zebra costume from baby gap but we settled on the $15 target costume. whatever bryson</span>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX86UKS_pI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iSMjd2bkZxs/s1600/ice%2Bcream.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX86UKS_pI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iSMjd2bkZxs/s320/ice%2Bcream.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541112995323772562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">if i didn't have a husband and a child this new discovery would be the best thing thats ever happened to me. pumpkin yum. cheesecake yum. ice cream yummm. put them all together and hello! it was consumed quickly and i do not regret it. please go get it and then let me watch you eat it. </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8qGC5xWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/06HQ7x75VIY/s1600/love.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8qGC5xWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/06HQ7x75VIY/s320/love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541112716656756066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">how adorable is this picture? it was a tender father son moment that i am glad i captured on camera. of course it was with my phone. sawyer loves his dad.. and that thing growing on his face. noshavember.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8dF70jZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0JvOKkFDxF0/s1600/lunch.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8dF70jZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0JvOKkFDxF0/s320/lunch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541112493288754578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">back to talking about food. this has been my lunch consistently for the past week or so. my baby naps and i eat this delicious ensemble while watching greys anatomy reruns and all is right in the world. seriously i might just smile the entire two hours. there may be laundry to fold and things to clean but i simply cannot deprive mcdreamy of my undivided attention can i? that just wouldn't be fair to him. or meredith</span>.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8DGHPGzI/AAAAAAAAApo/y45AAuE8xwI/s1600/st%2Bgeorge.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX8DGHPGzI/AAAAAAAAApo/y45AAuE8xwI/s320/st%2Bgeorge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541112046660033330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">here we are on our way to st george. my home away from home. have you been to the ramada? its rockin. we went on a little vacay sans baby. i may have teared up a little when we left sawyer with my mom and drove far far away but it was a much needed trip. we slept in and took a nap and saw a movie and had togetherness time. and we came back the next day and my baby still remembered who i was. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX7lkLAJXI/AAAAAAAAApY/i03YZtbOz04/s1600/tummy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TOX7lkLAJXI/AAAAAAAAApY/i03YZtbOz04/s320/tummy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541111539332818290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">and last but not least a little tummy time. tummy time is very serious business if you can't tell by his expression. he rolls and scoots and screams in delight and im pretty sure hes a genius baby or has supernatural powers. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">life around here is pretty great. i feel really blessed and fortunate to be able to stay home with sawyer all day. he changes so much and does new things everyday and im glad i don't have to miss any of it. hes my buddy. bryson got accepted to the business program at byu and although that means i will be a single parent for the next two years i am really proud of him. hes a really hard worker. also hes really good looking. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">this was a ridiculously long post.the end</span><br /></div></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-14526349368976372382010-10-14T23:27:00.000-06:002010-11-18T23:42:47.353-07:00this is what we do<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfrvsL8I0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/nL6hs_85ZFM/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfrvsL8I0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/nL6hs_85ZFM/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528146272168190786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we go to jack johnson concerts</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpe28Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAns/L8FiHlGPE6g/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+308.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpX1TflII/AAAAAAAAAnk/k7gAAEkFR9k/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpX1TflII/AAAAAAAAAnk/k7gAAEkFR9k/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528143663275676802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we say "way to go!"</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpO3qEwsI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OKXfxIFgwHs/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+408.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpO3qEwsI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OKXfxIFgwHs/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528143509288436418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we lounge on beds</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpGqLtEMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NsnCS5gTDX8/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfpGqLtEMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NsnCS5gTDX8/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528143368232440002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we stare at hanging ducks</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfo_fuYkHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CXHihXgpFaI/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+464.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfo_fuYkHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CXHihXgpFaI/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528143245166022770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we test out pools</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfo3EblZyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IVaDdNt0UFE/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfo3EblZyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IVaDdNt0UFE/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528143100400461602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we go on dates</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfntLaj3gI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XZ9kFruB5Cc/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+535.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfntLaj3gI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XZ9kFruB5Cc/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141830964895234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we fail to correctly put on pajamas</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnm5Q-jUI/AAAAAAAAAm0/84Hwu8yB4cE/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+541.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnm5Q-jUI/AAAAAAAAAm0/84Hwu8yB4cE/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141723013647682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we go on more dates</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfngYBpKII/AAAAAAAAAms/f1_-AIjKhoI/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfngYBpKII/AAAAAAAAAms/f1_-AIjKhoI/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141611011745922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we talk baby talk</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnZGsIG6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/SCE0T1ukt_c/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+572.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnZGsIG6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/SCE0T1ukt_c/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141486099012514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">we sit</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnSjg0RFI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Eo2MP1GaVBM/s1600/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/TLfnSjg0RFI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Eo2MP1GaVBM/s320/pictures+from+jaclyns+iphone+biotch+594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141373577118802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">and we bathe. happily.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and we fail to take pictures with anything other than our phones.</span><br /></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-72516278123793520162010-08-24T10:33:00.000-06:002010-11-18T23:45:34.058-07:00my baby<div style="font-family: courier new;" align="center">well my baby is two months now. 10 weeks today to be exact. i can't believe how fast the time has gone by. i think he's so little until i look back over pictures from the last couple months and i can't believe how much he's grown.</div><div style="font-family: courier new;" align="center">when he was five weeks my amazingly talented friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">brynne</span> came to take some pictures for us and they turned out so cute. </div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509018129388153426" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2zPdeKlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SOlWze72RoA/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2txauSOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/x5vAMZ7mHY0/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509018035424217314" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2txauSOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/x5vAMZ7mHY0/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2ZI6p6eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PeElTNvjx5o/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509017680954911202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2ZI6p6eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PeElTNvjx5o/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2UqMLSGI/AAAAAAAAAls/OY4YENXifY8/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509017603987425378" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP2UqMLSGI/AAAAAAAAAls/OY4YENXifY8/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">his receding hairline is almost gone. all his beautiful hair has almost fallen out except a patch in the back. kinda like a rat tail</span>.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP18UwhSII/AAAAAAAAAlk/W1h--GT-RoY/s1600/471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509017185917421698" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP18UwhSII/AAAAAAAAAlk/W1h--GT-RoY/s320/471.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">you might think its cruel to post this picture but this is how he looks most of the time. i don't want to deceive you with all the pleasant looking pictures. that would be wrong of me</span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1vjBnObI/AAAAAAAAAlc/i1Qyj8OSbts/s1600/429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509016966408911282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1vjBnObI/AAAAAAAAAlc/i1Qyj8OSbts/s320/429.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1SjzI9uI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T9krq_Sg1dM/s1600/413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509016468400436962" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1SjzI9uI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T9krq_Sg1dM/s320/413.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: courier new;">here he is at 10 weeks. he makes it look good doesn't he?</span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1D3-CZsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PoQS5p8uOGQ/s1600/617.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509016216116815554" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP1D3-CZsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PoQS5p8uOGQ/s320/617.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP0wv53UQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OOvS1v9sxXA/s1600/657.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509015887534313730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP0wv53UQI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OOvS1v9sxXA/s320/657.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP0kXqCSMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YZeRejQROPA/s1600/740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509015674867042498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4efuDiEhYbM/THP0kXqCSMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YZeRejQROPA/s320/740.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: courier new;">we just love him to pieces</span></div>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416845265305006937.post-90051109313510527412010-08-08T23:46:00.000-06:002010-11-18T23:47:14.473-07:00because the world is a creepy place...<span style="font-family: courier new;">this blog is about to go private folks. i know, i know so annoying but there are a lot of weirdos out there. leave me your email addresses now!</span>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130210484004602790noreply@blogger.com33