tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13130418328756602762024-02-19T07:49:59.363-08:00Our Little Wyeth FamilyJen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.comBlogger439125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-90006965697900348432012-09-23T17:34:00.001-07:002012-09-23T17:34:39.323-07:00Happy Not As Late Birthday, Preslee... (but still late)***Disclaimer: I thought I had already published this. Oops...***<br />
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How old are you? "I'n Free and I'n big!" (Three)</div>
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Who is your best friend? Katie (Wow! Katie Budge, be flattered!!! Probably because you feed her junk at church!)</div>
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What is your favorite thing to do? Swinging</div>
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What is your favorite food? Apples</div>
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What is your favorite color? Purple </div>
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What do you like to do with your family? Reading books</div>
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What is your favorite toy? Playing house</div>
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What is your favorite movie? Tinkerbell</div>
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What do you want to be when you grow up? "When I grow up?... in a house."</div>
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What makes you happy? Runkin (He's coming to visit today so he's on her mind.)</div>
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What makes you sad? Not having dessert.</div>
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What's your favorite show to watch? Jake and the Neverland Pirates</div>
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What is the best thing about your birthday? The presents with my cake</div>
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What is your favorite treat/candy? "N a M's" (M&Ms)</div>
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What do you think about before you fall asleep? For it to get dark.<br />
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Preslee is so darn fun! She's full of spice and has a love for life! She keeps me on my toes more than the other two combined but she has a heart of gold. She is hilarious and has such a great sense of humor. She loves her family more than anything and is SOOOO excited to finally be in preschool since everyone else gets to go to school. We couldn't love her more!<br />
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Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-24473364768011593542012-08-22T14:07:00.001-07:002012-08-22T14:07:35.737-07:00Happy Very Late Birthday, Carter!<br />
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Carter is one of the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. When I think about how lucky we are to call him his parents I just nearly pee my pants! He's so brave. He has gone through more in the last 17 months than I have been through my entire life. He truly takes things like a man. I VERY rarely see him get frustrated or down about his lot in life. He's optimistic. He's brilliant. He's so darn cute without those front teeth. He knows he's not s physically able as his friends to do things but tries to keep things in perspective. ("I know someday I will be able to ride my bike and play sports.")<br />
Sometimes I watch what he goes through and I cry with him or for him. Watching him struggle breaks my heart. Not being able to take it away from him breaks it even more. He is mature beyond his years (I'm sure I will need to be reminded of this when he's a crazy teenager) and an absolute joy to have him around. I can't image our lives any other way than the way they are now.</div>
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How old are you? 6... I mean 7</div>
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Who is your best friend? I have 2... actually 3... no 4. Taeler, Mathew, Koen, and Dylan</div>
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What is your favorite thing to do? Play Legos</div>
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What is your favorite food? noodles</div>
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What is your favorite color? green and blue</div>
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What do you like to do with your family? Wii Fit and Hiking</div>
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What is your favorite toy? Legos</div>
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What is your favorite movie? The Avengers and Star Wars</div>
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What do you want to be when you grow up? Scientist or Dentist</div>
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What makes you happy? Legos</div>
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What makes you sad? Cancer</div>
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What's your favorite show to watch? Phineus and Ferb</div>
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What's your favorite book? I like lots of books.</div>
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What do you love to learn about? Science</div>
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What is the best thing about your birthday? my friends coming over.</div>
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Where do you like to go? Does that count in the future? (me: sure) DISNEYWORLD!!!</div>
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What is your favorite treat/candy? Suckers</div>
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What do you think about before you fall asleep? Random things</div>
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If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be? Does Heaven count? (me: sure) Ok, then Jesus... even though I know him but I don't really remember him so Jesus and Heavenly Father.</div>
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What was your favorite birthday present? The "Mamelian Falcon!" (The Lego Millennium Falcon that he got from Gigi and Granky).<br />
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Those steroid cheeks are a way of life for him. They will eventually (in over two years) go back to normal. When I see pictures of him like this it doesn't even look like him. But his smile is still Carter's smile and his eyes still twinkle like they always have. </div>
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Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-36344230483409628632012-07-30T15:04:00.000-07:002012-07-30T15:04:04.771-07:00Happy INCREDIBLY Late Birthday Addilyn!I am the slackerest slacker ever! It's been WAAAAAAY too long since I've blogged.... why? Because I'm lame... and busy... and I have three kids... at home... because it's summer... so I'm busy... and we've been vacationing.... but mostly because I'm super lame. Anyways, at the end of May we celebrated Addilyn's brithday. We tried and tried to convince her not to have a birthday and to just stay 4 years old. She wouldn't go for it. I just want to freeze her just the way she is! She's absolutely the most darling thing ever. She has a heart of gold that is more tender than any other heart in the world. She is completely crushed if she hurts anyone's feelings or gets in trouble (which is quite rare). She adores her daddy and plays so very well with Carter and Preslee. She's the perfect middle child. She prays daily for Carter's cancer to go away and talks to Pres in a high pitched voice using words like "sweetie" and "darling". We cannot get enough of her and pray each and every day that she will always be as compationate as she is right now. <br />
Each year I try to do a little questionairre with my kids to see what they're into and how they change from year to year. Here is hers for this year.<br />
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Nickname: Addi-cakes<br />
How old are you? 5<br />
Who is your best friend? Rylee (Bevans)<br />
What is your favorite thing to do? Play pixos (those perler beads you iron) and play with Carter<br />
What is your favorite food? "sgabetti" (spaghetti)<br />
What is your favorite color? blue and yellow<br />
What's your favorite stuffed animal? my huge Shamu<br />
What do you like to do with your family? play games<br />
What is your favorite toy? my Barbies<br />
What is your favorite movie? Ariel 3<br />
What do you want to be when you grow up? traning Shamu<br />
What makes you happy? playing with Carter<br />
What makes you sad? someone yelling at me<br />
What's your favorite show to watch? Tom and Jerry<br />
What's your favorite book? my princess ones<br />
What do you love to learn about? Shamus<br />
What is the best thing about your birthday? getting candy<br />
Where do you like to go? Sea World and Disneyland<br />
What is your favorite treat/candy? N A M's (M&Ms)<br />
What do you think about before you fall asleep? Jesus<br />
If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be? my mom ("you're so nice. I like you.") Taylor Swish (Swift)<br />
What was your favorite birthday present? my cheerlerader skirt and shirt<br />
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While we were in Utah last month I took her out and snapped some pictures of her. While we didn't get to shoot for nearly long enough I got some I really loved. Here are a few of my favorites.<br />
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<br />Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-48096834750134686062012-06-08T16:12:00.001-07:002012-06-08T16:12:10.798-07:00Exploring<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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It seems like every time my parents come up it's because something major has happened (and I don't mean that in a good way). They don't get to come up "just because" all that often and when they do it's only for a few days. I prefer their visits to be a week long... or longer. :) This time was close: 5 days. Hey! We'll take it!</div>
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We spent Memorial Day up in the mountains exploring and getting some beautiful fresh air. I think spending the day in the mountains with Bryan and my kids (and any other family that may be in town) is probably my most favorite thing to do. It always feels like we are completely alone... like we have an entire world to discover. This day was no exception.</div>
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<br /></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-18730661950643454292012-05-27T12:34:00.003-07:002012-05-27T14:39:53.082-07:00Summer, here we come!<br />
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This week was a fun one for us. Friday was the last day of school for Carter. He had a great year (what he attended at least) and a wonderful teacher. We are going to miss Mr. Wilson and I know he'll miss Carter. But, onward and upward! Look out 2nd Grade because Carter is about to eat you for LUNCH! :)</div>
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In related news, Addilyn GRADUATED FROM PRESCHOOL! The mama in me is SO sad she's headed off to school. Thank goodness she will only be gone 1/2 of the day. She's too darn cute to lose all day quite yet. She announced at her graduation that she wants to be a "Space Girl" when she grows up. Pretty sure she wants to be like her big brother which is where that came from. :)</div>
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Her and her bestie, Rylee. (The one from the giggling picture.) They will be in separate schools next year and Ry is going all day. It is going to be VERY hard on these two who are attached at the hip.</div>
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Addilyn and Miss Denice, her wonderful preschool teacher. </div>
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Proud parents.</div>
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Yesterday, Bryan had the day off and I needed new running shoes so we headed up the the big city. (Denver) The good news is I got some running shoes. (I know, you're so relieved.) The better news is that we went to the Butterfly Pavilion. The kids loved it. I wrote all about it for those who would like to read more on my <a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2012/05/denver-butterfly-pavillion-denver-nature-photographer/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">photography blog</span></a>. If you don't want to read more but you want to see some cute pictures of the kids, then go there, skip the reading, and check out the pictures. :) </div>
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This is one picture I didn't post of my blog. Addilyn was SO brave and held Rosie the Tarantula!!! BRAVEST 4 YEAR OLD EVER! Much braver than her mommy. Here she is showing off her "I held Rosie" sticker. (Daddy had one to match. The rest of us should have gotten one that said, "We are major wimps!")</div>
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<br /></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-75856000396303616002012-05-16T14:13:00.002-07:002012-05-16T14:13:38.306-07:00Dirt<br />
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We moved into our home not too long ago. It’s wonderful. Amazing views out the front AND the back. Perfect kitchen. Big living areas. Fabulous neighbors (and I’m picky because my last neighborhood was filled with my best friends.) We, honestly, couldn’t be happier about it. We joke that the only way we’re leaving is in body bags (in other words we aren’t ever moving again… EVER.)</div>
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The only thing that needs work is our back yard. It’s… how should I put it… UG-O! We moved in late enough in the year that the plants and trees wouldn’t have survived the winter (still strange to me that we live somewhere with an actual winter) so the HOA told us we would do it once things warmed up a bit. Sadly, that is just now happening.</div>
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So, the kids have decided that this is now their massive sand box. Something that is really different from Arizona is that there’s no sand. At the park in AZ the kids would shed their shoes before they even got to the playground. They loved the feel of sand in their toes. But here? No. It’s that mulch stuff. The first time we went to the park here (before we moved up here, actually) the kids shed their shoes, took two steps onto the mulch, and yelled in shock and disgust. ”Mom! What IS that?!?” :) They are use to it now but our sand toys are gathering dust. Works out perfectly. Hopefully in a few weeks the yard will be done and the kids will have to settle for playing on the dirt lots next door. I’ll be sure to post pictures once the yard is done. We are hoping it will be as perfect for us as the interior.</div>
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</div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-8820919623904730762012-05-13T16:56:00.001-07:002012-05-13T16:56:17.062-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<br />
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I can honestly say that I am the luckiest mommy in the world. I have the most amazing kids and a hubby to match. I love days like today when my kids spoil me and Bryan spoils me even more!! </div>
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This week has been great. Carter had a spinal and big doses of chemo on Monday which usually expresses itself with him missing pretty much the entire week of school. We kept him home the remainder of the day Monday but aside from that he went to school ALL week. It was AWESOME! Both he and I commented and celebrated each day when he returned home from a full day of school. I'm seriously so proud of him. It's nuts how the exact same meds will have completely different affects on him each and every week and month. He counts are good and his liver (knock on wood) is keeping up. They upped all of his at home chemos because he's (obviously) grown over the last year so we'll see how the ol' liver survives that. </div>
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It snowed the other night. We were shutting down the house and looked out the windows to find this. Dumb. But it was all gone by the morning so I got over it quickly. The weather is still so up and down. We were all in shorts and flip flops the other day and today are hunkered down in sweats and slippers watching the rain. (LOOOOVE the rain!)</div>
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Addilyn and I had a baking day and while the treats completely backfired (correction: they tasted wonderful but I couldn't get them out of the cupcake tins to serve at the activity I was going to) Addi and I had a lot of fun licking spatulas and eating cookie dough. I cannot get enough of that girl. Absolutely cannot. I am so glad she's only going to 1/2 day next year. I wonder if they offer 1/2 day first grade too. :)</div>
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I took the kids out for Frozen Yogurt (or fro yo as we refer to it) twice this week. It was just so nice outside and what mama doesn't love to spoil their kids every now and then. We even met Daddy there on a day that he was working a 12. That's always a fun surprise. Boy, do my kids adore their Daddy. (Pres calls him, "My Daddy" all the time. I love it... and so does Bry.)</div>
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Yesterday was a chilly, lazy Saturday so we took a drive into the mountains. One of the things we love the very most about living here is that we can venture off in any direction and find beauty we haven't yet discovered. Yesterday we found the future spot of Addilyn's birthday pictures. (I was much more excited about this than she was. :)) The views were amazing. If anyone wants to come visit we can promise you beautiful picnics and scenery... and bipolar weather. :) </div>
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The kids are all in swim lessons and doing great. Because of the move and then the whole cancer thing it's been nearly two years since they have been in lessons. It's a good refresher for Carter and really good for his weak muscles. The girls are learning a lot. Pres adores her teacher which is good since this is her first go at swim lessons. For some reason she thinks it's ok to lay on the nasty floor when it's not her turn for lessons. Sick.</div>
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A few weeks ago I went to a photog retreat. For part of it I brought along Addi and her little bestie, Rylee. A friend of mine got this picture and I'm super in love with it. I'm going to blow it up big in her room... fun, huh? </div>
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Funny story about Preslee: I was on the treadmill at the gym with my headphones on when I heard my name being paged.... never a good thing. I thought maybe Pres had an accident or something. So, I headed down there and asked if everything was ok. The probably 19 year old girl looked at me (trying to hide her disgust) and said, "Ummm.... after Preslee went to the bathroom she decided to wash her panties in the sink." I just looked at her, smiled, and said, "That's my girl!" That is so her. I had a hard time reprimanding her without laughing (but I did) after I told her how proud of her I was for going not just #1 but also #2 at the gym. She's such a goof. :)</div>
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<br /></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-43020833798135388782012-05-01T21:12:00.001-07:002012-05-01T21:12:27.749-07:00Karate Kid<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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A few months ago we put Carter into <a data-mce-href="http://www.kenpokarate.com/" href="http://www.kenpokarate.com/" style="color: #0066cc; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5;" target="_blank" title="Kenpo Karate">Kenpo Karate</a>. He's be interested in Karate (what little boy isn't) forever! We opted for things like soccer and basketball to encourage all different kinds of sports. Since he's been sick and has little to no energy, we thought karate would be a good way to strengthen his leg muscles and get him into some sort of sport. He's really loving it and it's offered at our community center by a 3rd degree black belt.</div>
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His teacher's name is Miss Natalie and she's great with Carter and the other little boy in the class. We practice during the week and after a few months of lessons and practicing he was ready to test for his yellow belt.</div>
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He did great and got his yellow belt. Addilyn has also decided that karate would be much more fun than dance and has opted to quit dance and start karate next month once she turns 5. I'm excited for her. Here's hoping that she'll get good enough to fight all those boys off in a few ( like 25) years!</div>
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The most rewarding thing for me is to see him getting stronger. He's still MUCH weaker than the other kid in his class (who is a year younger than him) but most of his weakness is in his legs, and karate is a lot of leg work. So, any improvement is great. He's doing so amazing, and, as always, we are so stinking proud of him!</div>
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</div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-83632437660212682642012-04-17T13:30:00.001-07:002012-04-17T13:33:39.093-07:00Mondays<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Carter is on tons of meds. (Duh.) Monday nights are his big night. He has 2-3 different kinds of medications depending on the Monday night we are dealing with. He has at least 8 pills (upwards of 10 on occasion). If he's awake he takes them fine. </p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">If he's sleeping? Well, that's a different story. He is SOOOOOOOO (SO!) hard to wake up. It takes us several minutes to wake him up. Often times it involves removing any and all covers, turning on his light, using loud voices, splashing him with water, sitting him up... you name it, we've tried it. Once we have him sitting we reach for the meds and turn around to find him snuggled up again on his pillow. So, next time we hold his arm while reaching for the meds and water. He will take a sip of water and lay back down, assuming he has taken his pills. We finally recorded it (because he absolutely does NOT believe us in the morning when we tell him how silly he was being) so he could see himself. He laughed the entire way through it.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">He's seriously such a trooper... especially after weeks like this past one. It was one of the hardest we have had and it's not letting up a whole lot. He's finally making it through an entire day of school today (an hour and a half to go!). Something he hasn't done for over a week. Poor guy. Two years and one month to go... but who's counting.</p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Side note: We are NOT giving Carter the drug "meth". He takes a medication called <a title="Methotrexate leukemia" href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0000547/" target="_blank" href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0000547/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">Methotrexate</a>... but occasionally, joking around, we say he's a meth head. :)</p><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_631" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 1010px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 1010px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/after-expodisk.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/after-expodisk.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-631" title="after expodisk" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/after-expodisk.jpg" alt="" width="1000" height="667" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/after-expodisk.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></dd></dl></div><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; "><br /></p></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-55919653338759093602012-04-11T12:51:00.001-07:002012-04-11T12:53:14.478-07:00Love Notes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">What mama in the world doesn’t love a little Love Note from their little ones? (I see no one has raised her hand…) Mom’s love notes. They love ones that are just scribbles when our babies are just wee ones. We love ones that are full of misspellings when they are learning to write. Even though I’m not there yet, I’m sure I’ll love ones when they are off at college and missions. And, while I have quite some time before this one, I’m sure I’ll love ones when they are married and parents themselves stating that I WAS right all those years ago when they thought I was a complete buffoon. :)</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">This love note is special. It’s written on the back of a note pad. You know when you use all the paper and there’s just that piece of cardboard on the back of it that you just chuck? Except this one isn’t garbage. Carter wrote us this note and set it on our bathroom counter about a week before he was diagnosed. As bad as it is to admit, I wasn’t planning on keeping it. I hadn’t gotten around to throwing it away when we were faced with <a title="Leukemia and Kelli France" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/07/best-video-ever-colorado-springs-videography/" target="_blank" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">our son</a> maybe not living a full, long, healthy life. At that moment, that little piece of garbage became one of my most prized possessions. It’s been on my mirror since then and every day it makes me smile and thank <a title="The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2012/04/love-notes-colorado-springs-photographer/lds.org" target="_blank" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">our Lord</a> for letting us fight this fight. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">Side note: the note above that is a VERY sweet card from my bestest friend. She’s amazing and has had a rough go the past few months. I heart her and I’ll keep her note forever and ever along with Carter’s.</p><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><dl id="attachment_623" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 18px; max-width: 632px !important; text-align: center; width: 650px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/love-notes.jpg" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><img class="size-large wp-image-623" title="love notes" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/love-notes-1024x682.jpg" alt="" width="640" height="426" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></dd></dl></div><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366ff;">Grandma: </span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "> 1. I REALLY need to call you! It's been too long. </p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "> 2: There are a lot of posts over on my photography blog with some recent pictures of the kids if you haven't checked it lately. </p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "> 3. I LOVE YOU!!!</p></b></span></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-12071637508114505852012-02-28T14:04:00.003-08:002012-02-28T14:08:28.278-08:00Potty Training<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: x-large; "><b><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px; display: inline !important; ">This is our youngest. She's awesome. And she's 2 1/2. She's been potty trained since she was 23 months old. (We were in an apartment and I wanted her peeing on THAT carpet and NOT on the new floors in the home we built.) But, because she's a bit of a firecracker we wanted to keep her in her crib for as long as possible so she was stayed sleeping in diapers. Lazy of us? Perhaps. Keeping our sanity in tact? Most definitely.</p></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;font-size:180%;"><b><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px; ">But now she's out of the crib and in her big girl bed (or "gi-gil bed"). So, away with the diapers (oh happy day!). But, like a lot of things with parenting, it was a double edge sword. She's up at the PRE-crack of dawn daily coming in and announcing "Goo Marnin'!" at the top of her little red-headed lungs. Annoying? Perhaps. Cute? Most definitely.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px; ">So, short story made long, we are really trying to push the whole "you can do this all by yourself" thing in reference to going to the bathroom, taking off her little undies, and putting them back on. It's a LOOOONG process for her and often times her legs end up in the same hole or everything is backwards and in-side-out. But, if this allows us to sleep until 7 then it sounds like a pretty fool-proof plan to me! She's so darn cute and while it is truly the end of the diaper era at our place, I was doing the happy jig when I passed all the diapers along to a dear friend who still needs them around. (Did I snicker when I did this? Perhaps. Was I absolutely over the moon about it? Most definitely.)</p><p style=" line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 24px; font-family:Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 1.5; font-family:Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/potty-traning-little-girls.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; height: auto; "><img class="size-full wp-image-583" title="potty traning little girls" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/potty-traning-little-girls.jpg" alt="" width="1000" height="667" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; color:#0066cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img class="size-full wp-image-589" title="potty training a 2 year old" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/potty-training-a-2-year-old1.jpg" alt="" width="666" height="999" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJB9W4CMVQ5xDopGR_HvsXLDNSqOwP5EFjhIQdP0V_fu-nj7MNN3Gxu8aP4aoKwFjYb_SdG18bJWm3_28DCZXAQlEeMfqri1XbRjHA-V4YYJLqX2r_cBQVbQ3vI2z5XJRy07qLHC9iFFA/s400/potty+training+girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714311284855077778" /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTa4d98rDTnJ4zdsPvnWfRXLu2BCAhtBD-_tm2dgURNsP_9FDpDb17gi6-ZlabhI7m9Uof-deh8nQMDzd4gUOacZtJW4SFrW_gsgRRUzKCvatjKddovgqgAWB3NXwLkv8vJ395qdgYLc/s400/potty+training.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714311651901564770" /></span></span></a></span></span></p></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;"><div class="mceTemp" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_592" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 676px; "><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Success!</span></b></dd></dl></div><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; "> </p></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-40179015188360344512012-02-19T17:17:00.000-08:002012-02-19T18:59:07.187-08:00Our Own Miracle<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">**Note: this is long. Deal with it. My blog. My miracle. I can be long-winded if I want. :)**</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>You always hear about those amazing miracles that happen to people. You read about them. People share experiences in church. But this week was OUR turn. We've had a rough year. Usually, it's fine. But let's be honest. No one wants their little boy to be diagnosed with cancer. And when that horrific thing DOES happen, you think "Surely the dear Lord wouldn't give us any more trials. Surely THIS is all we can handle and still actually function."</b><b>Well, this week our world turned up-side-down all over again. A few weeks ago I was chatting with Carter's oncologist, Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Reaves</span>, about his very uncooperative liver. She suggested we test him for Hepatitis C. She followed this suggestion with, "I'm SURE he doesn't have it. But let's just cross it off the list." I agreed, giving it no more than a fleeting thought.</b><b>Fast forward a week, she called me to let me know about his current liver counts and then told me his Hep C test came back in the "Gray Zone". That means that is wasn't negative.... wasn't necessarily positive, but it wasn't negative. She said we would retest him when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">he came</span> back in in a few days, reassuring me that it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">merely</span> a mistake. After all, he doesn't shoot up (we keep the drug use to chemo drugs :)), he's not having sex (that we are aware of :)), I was pretty darn sure I don't have it so he couldn't have been born with it, and the chances of him getting it from a blood transfusion are anywhere between 1 in 2 million to 1 in 10 million. So, surely it was a mistake.</b><b>Fast forward again to Monday night, February 13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>. We were dropping valentine's off to my kid's best friends (Chelsea and her kids). They wanted to play for a minute so we went in. While we were there (I'm so glad I was with her and not alone since Bryan was working), Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Reaves</span> called me with some VERY unexpected news. "His Hepatitis C test came back positive. I am so sorry." We asked if there could be ANY mistake? Could it be a false positive? No. He had (basically) 2 positive tests. One non-negative and one positive. There was no mistake. Then it got even worse. Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Reaves</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">continued</span>, "If he Did get this from a transfusion, we need to be safe and test him for HIV." Raise your hand if your 6 year old has been tested for HIV... no one? So we're alone on that one?</b></span><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">We were STUNNED. How could this have happened? Who dropped the ball here? What kind of irresponsible _____ (fill in any nasty word you want there) would donate DIRTY blood? Who is responsible for RUINING my child's life? Cancer goes away. Hep C? That doesn't. Immediately Bryan did as much research as he could. I cried. And cried. And cried. Then I cried some more.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Bryan and I were both a little mad. What kind of God would do this to our little boy who has already been to hell and back in the last 11 months? Why would God give us this trial on top of what we are already dealing with? Why would He give CARTER this trial? Would he give it to his wife? His children? Would he even be alive long enough for that to happen? What would take him? Liver cancer? Liver disease? And how long until that happened? And all of this because someone was irresponsible.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The anger went away. Quickly. The sadness did not. I cried all Monday night. I woke up and laid in bed and cried more on Tuesday morning. I wanted answers. We prayed and prayed and prayed. And not just any prayers. We prayed for a straight up miracle. We didn't ask for a miracle with the cancer. I knew before they told me for sure that he had cancer and that we would have to see it through to the end. I knew cancer was our battle to fight. I told Bryan that we couldn't be angry with God if we wanted him to heal our son. Bryan had given Carter a blessing on Monday night. It was a good one. By Tuesday evening we had some statistics that were more reassuring. We felt peace. Not because of the stats but because we knew everything would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>. We weren't sure what "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span>" meant. We just knew things would work out the way they were suppose to. We asked our siblings, parents, Bishop, and Relief Society President to join us in a fast on Wednesday. We asked them to fast for a miracle.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">We know God loves us. We have NEVER doubted that. We know he hears our prayers. We know he is there. But we also know that things are on HIS terms. If it is not meant for our little boy to be healed, then he won't. And we were also <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span> with that. We were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span> with however this was going to work out. We had no choice, once again, but to put our son's life in the hands of our loving Father in Heaven.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Before anyone knew (even our siblings) the Bishop had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">texted</span> Bryan. He said he had been thinking of our family and wanted to check in. We knew that was the Lord's way of telling us that He was there; that he was hearing our desperate prayers. The Bishop was in tune and listening to the spirit and I am SO grateful that he listened and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">texted</span> Bryan. That attention and little prompting was something we needed to know that He was there for us.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Wednesday was long. We waited patiently for test results for Bryan and myself. (We went with Carter to get tested on Tuesday evening. We wanted to make sure Bryan and I didn't have it- therefore giving it to Carter- and Carter's test was being sent to Mayo Clinic to see how concentrated the virus was in his body. It's called a Viral Load test.) We continued to feel peaceful and informed those who absolutely had to know... his teacher, the school nurse... people like that. The list was limited. We didn't know what kind of beast we were dealing with quite yet so we wanted to keep things quiet until we did. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">We had a lot of answers from the Internet. By this point we knew that the chances of him passing it to his wife were less than 1%. Even if she DID get it, the chances of their children getting it at birth were less than 5%. Even if they ended up with it, the chances of their little bodies fighting it off by the time they were 2 was very good. We also knew that the chance of him getting liver disease and then a liver transplant were only about 25%. We knew that his chances of it morphing into liver cancer in about 20 years were only about 4%. All of this was very encouraging. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">However, we also knew that only about 15% of normal, HEALTHY people are able to fight if off with or without the use of chemotherapy. Yep. Treatment for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Hepatitis</span> C is 48 weeks of intense chemo. And it's super nasty stuff. Interferon. It's for sure going to make him sick and often times they wait until the kids are teens to even treat it because of how sick it makes them. Because of his cancer, Carter's chances of fighting it off were about 0%. His immune system is pretty much nonexistent. Wasn't going to happen. Not while he was getting treated for his cancer, anyway. We also knew that he more than likely wouldn't be able to start the treatment until after his cancer is completely gone. We would be taking weekly trips to Denver. He gets a daily pill and interferon through an IV each week. (Hopefully they just leave his port in and use that?)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Thursday Bryan and I went in to see Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Reaves</span>. We had a million questions. When would treatment start? When would we find out what strain of Hep C it was? What were the chances of his body just fighting this off by itself? Why hasn't the chemotherapy, which had killed nearly everything in his body-including him- killed the hepatitis? Could we be compensated? We don't want the money right now, but what if his family needs it? What if he can't get medical insurance? And who in their right mind will give him life insurance? And how on earth is his wife suppose to pay for a funeral? For those reasons, we wanted money.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Reaves</span> didn't have a ton of answers. (We knew she wouldn't. She was referring us to a pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">hepatologist</span> in Denver.) She DID, however, have mine and Bryan's test results back. Negative. Carter for sure got hepatitis from a blood transfusion. Unreal. She was hoping that by early next week we would have Carter's test results in and we could move forward with how to get him the help he needed. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">My parents flew up Wednesday night to help us get through this. We were sitting around trying to get our mind off things late Thursday night (10:15) when my phone rang. It was Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Reaves</span>. She had his test results (much earlier than she thought she would). I put her on speaker because I knew that Bryan would have different questions than I would. To our complete astonishment, they were NEGATIVE. There was NO sign of active hepatitis C virus in his body. It was a miracle. It was the sheer grace of God. We were, once again, completely stunned and speechless.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">His immune-deficient, sick, suffering little body had miraculously fought off this hepatitis C. This should NOT have happened. Carter has been in the most intense part of his chemotherapy. This disease should have thrived in his body. Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Reaves</span> is as stunned as we are. She has no scientific explanation. She has a million questions. She wants to run more tests and see if he has the antibodies for it. (Antibodies are the leftovers... kind of like the immunity for it. He would only have that if he had Hep C at some point. This could for sure be what flagged the tests in the first place.)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">To say we feel blessed is the biggest understatement ever. Calling Bryan's parents and telling them... calling my sweet Grandma and telling her the whole story, telling our siblings that their fasting and prayers had been answered. Telling sweet Carter that his liver was going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ok</span>... it was all so rewarding. After a year of so many lows and a few highs, having news like this to share is so wonderful. I wanted to call CNN and tell them! </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">We know the angels around us went to bat for us. We know they pleaded our case to our Father in Heaven. I know one of those angels was my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">grandpa</span>. I had an out loud conversation through my tear-stained eyes on Tuesday morning begging him to go ask Heavenly Father face to face to heal my little boy; to not make him suffer more than he already has. I know he did that. I know he, along with Bryan's grandfathers went and talked some sense into God. :) (Although, I'm sure the sense was already there... :))</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">We celebrated! We celebrated our child NOT having Hepatitis C. We celebrated him not having HIV. We celebrated him ONLY having cancer. What a wonderful, miraculous thing! Our Father in Heaven loves us. He knows us. He DOES hear our prayers. And he DOES answer them... sometimes he even answers them the way you want them answered. We are so grateful to have our little boy with us still and to have him only have ONE disease. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">YAY</span>! </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">*Photo courtesy of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Shutterbliss</span> Photography taken back when he was still bald. Now he's got TONS of hair again!*</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pMYuWwgB6aN0tBfGB9cuwpwusbhUnMYUA74pqu9uWtF0Ey4P_rKx2wkDcCq5m58p_TlcnyJfUlWxENqTNynT6MxEdrQMU7XCX50DX73j1vv1ccWosnSqid7KLwAUDlitV3fq2wNv52g/s400/carter+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711046004793180482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></b></span></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-86674358872626704732012-02-12T16:32:00.001-08:002012-02-12T16:32:51.412-08:00Weekly Update<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>I don't have a ton to report but I have lots of random pictures. Carter's liver counts came down and he's back on his nightly chemo. We'll see how long it lasts. He has a spinal tomorrow that, thank goodness, Bryan will be able to take him to. I'll keep myself occupied at the gym and grocery shopping with the girls. :) (All the while thinking about Carter, I'm sure.)</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>Here's a quick overview:</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>On a slow afternoon where we all needed to get out of the house we headed over to see Daddy at work. Carter and Addilyn got their teeth cleaned. Preslee got the paper thing around her neck and then decided that teeth cleaning was for sissies and opted for a tantrum instead. It was pretty much awesome. :)</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX499PY-kE0Zcejz03ey70jOtiVSHYlAJfLo4azea0x5WVRlsuLhv9bQAloiwdpt1DDcHDBAikQmAaTylMrC25M8GEFypT0vk50Fb061eVuo97kFPbuwlib9yG7WY3e7GSvMB1GavywW7p/s1600/0-9.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX499PY-kE0Zcejz03ey70jOtiVSHYlAJfLo4azea0x5WVRlsuLhv9bQAloiwdpt1DDcHDBAikQmAaTylMrC25M8GEFypT0vk50Fb061eVuo97kFPbuwlib9yG7WY3e7GSvMB1GavywW7p/s400/0-9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406363623260290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERECO7I6sf9_FK3XlqAiblh127p9VTgJRPExALQtiU0LW-bM8vHDuxhDw-wmj5bBwSAuinuC4ABqclRr0rdrN8S5RnyuxIRDrm72MVyhO3xY_deqSYVpVqJ2E79SUf1DXZTWgkT-dwiY2/s1600/0-8.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERECO7I6sf9_FK3XlqAiblh127p9VTgJRPExALQtiU0LW-bM8vHDuxhDw-wmj5bBwSAuinuC4ABqclRr0rdrN8S5RnyuxIRDrm72MVyhO3xY_deqSYVpVqJ2E79SUf1DXZTWgkT-dwiY2/s400/0-8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406358754093074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a>The closest she got to clean teeth.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHMKP71HwfeBCdZuB8qlOC5SGW_kIUjdAILIPvYUi3a0ovATcEaGCg7cUR0ypK4k_vhsyZNbfycjkbFVCFIIXa-FJ2YvTZi7xzabJRVVDMWtr96U2wXqxrk_LmyT0vQv6gk-YGtqsGclC/s1600/0-7.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNHMKP71HwfeBCdZuB8qlOC5SGW_kIUjdAILIPvYUi3a0ovATcEaGCg7cUR0ypK4k_vhsyZNbfycjkbFVCFIIXa-FJ2YvTZi7xzabJRVVDMWtr96U2wXqxrk_LmyT0vQv6gk-YGtqsGclC/s400/0-7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406356655338738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a>The kids aren't the only one with pearly whites. Clint came up to get some work done. (Thank you to whoever smacked him in the face during basketball therefore busting on of his front teeth.) It was seriously so great to see him. He is Bryan's closest friend in the world and I adore him as well. They don't see enough of each other. He was only here for a day but we got to catch up, the boys went out for lunch, dinner, and played some b-ball. Then Bryan got to give him lots of shots and drill away. Lucky Clint! He gets to come back up in a few weeks to finish everything up. Love that guy. I love what a great friend he is to Bryan. Here they are exploring in the wildness which is just past our back yard.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hkxJOlmP7fNPNCACIUyhnH5b0Jj3p1blxy5EZ8MEDrb2v9tf9lo-OoVxbk2ONgXOAAfD206Y8tzBCf6332u7SogIyqCgBpArxhKKOMIdNmJHm0bru0Eu3G8JMQTQ2rYiiXdNFfbWcOPs/s1600/0-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hkxJOlmP7fNPNCACIUyhnH5b0Jj3p1blxy5EZ8MEDrb2v9tf9lo-OoVxbk2ONgXOAAfD206Y8tzBCf6332u7SogIyqCgBpArxhKKOMIdNmJHm0bru0Eu3G8JMQTQ2rYiiXdNFfbWcOPs/s400/0-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406354452631746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px; " /></a>This little munchkin is seriously so insanely cute. I know I always say that but she seriously is. She's absolutely hysterical. Yesterday she was sword fighting with Carter and he told her, "Duck, Pres, Duck!" She she looks at him, jumps up and down, and goes "QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!" It was so funny!</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>Her big milestone right now is that she is starting to go to sleep in her big girl panties. Yesterday she stayed dry for her entire nap and last night she stayed dry ALL NIGHT LONG! We aren't holding our breaths for this thing to be over. We know she'll have multiple accidents but we're heading the right direction. (She had accidents the two previous days during her nap then it dawned on me that diapers and night and panties at nap time may be a touch confusing so we're giving them up all together.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYe3qzRgwJ-jjDjgb0Gv80Tx149JyT-2W8QiTFHefClY8OHzCiIM1PKEMpW6t18CXR8qAVvIqMuEg6NKkK-C01vWhHG9JbsypjmOA08l3IuVAxyOx2Pa9Sb_9djvovmHo6PloheW9bPuRo/s1600/0.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYe3qzRgwJ-jjDjgb0Gv80Tx149JyT-2W8QiTFHefClY8OHzCiIM1PKEMpW6t18CXR8qAVvIqMuEg6NKkK-C01vWhHG9JbsypjmOA08l3IuVAxyOx2Pa9Sb_9djvovmHo6PloheW9bPuRo/s400/0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406225324353474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px; " /></a>We have been getting DUMPED on in the snow department. It's really pretty and I don't really mind it. Here's the house.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4ej_exK4nX5ObKwpsadrIrl46WO7SjXbhpGThyphenhyphenuJ_Hef9Rl_Mr0cm8uhPRrNBHfpt-YfYALDMRIzCyez2FsVQkPtTZTrP8WS33ZUSeZlMWsdMmgQ97pmKVRpIHiLSC3Ua83GCrqAA996/s1600/0-12.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4ej_exK4nX5ObKwpsadrIrl46WO7SjXbhpGThyphenhyphenuJ_Hef9Rl_Mr0cm8uhPRrNBHfpt-YfYALDMRIzCyez2FsVQkPtTZTrP8WS33ZUSeZlMWsdMmgQ97pmKVRpIHiLSC3Ua83GCrqAA996/s400/0-12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406218848720226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px; " /></a>I did, however, get my car COMPLETELY stuck at the bottom of the driveway. Our driveway has a dip in it at the base. Of course, Bryan was in Denver for the day and I had a friend's kids so there wasn't a whole lot I could do. I figured it was just going to stay in the middle of the street until the snow melted. I texted my neighbor who had her nice hubby come help me. One of the guys down the road that was working on a house (who we knew well from our home build) also came over to help. They got me unstuck and made fun of me for thinking that my leaf blower would get rid of the snow. (what were my options at that point though.) Needless to say, we stayed inside for the rest of the day. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MP0Xn4vLm7-o7OXoHAdQBRWCy-qFOJM0cfPFgNozdDeRSfXwDhr4W04-Qla6RlPok0iw4LqFXic4gz1B8JAhWLN7QU1SJHTPzwVlxZfKboUTO2rRH0Gf8nzYVjceAFP1E6O_0yp9nKsH/s1600/0-11.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MP0Xn4vLm7-o7OXoHAdQBRWCy-qFOJM0cfPFgNozdDeRSfXwDhr4W04-Qla6RlPok0iw4LqFXic4gz1B8JAhWLN7QU1SJHTPzwVlxZfKboUTO2rRH0Gf8nzYVjceAFP1E6O_0yp9nKsH/s400/0-11.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406218844346770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px; " /></a>Our beautiful view out back. I LOOOOOVE our view. Forest out the back and Rockies out the front. Can't really complain.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUER3fgi0OVjOsQ-3__cgDzR_4WcT4wb5drjyUSP6XVmpTcBHlCCMGW1dfOXA2ijUxGnegUdo0KJTcjlZW3q7lMsl1TL5ja-dlUFVQHzNQHs0Dak4bERZa4TaYZHif4YNU9qtQ14NhhUaE/s1600/0-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUER3fgi0OVjOsQ-3__cgDzR_4WcT4wb5drjyUSP6XVmpTcBHlCCMGW1dfOXA2ijUxGnegUdo0KJTcjlZW3q7lMsl1TL5ja-dlUFVQHzNQHs0Dak4bERZa4TaYZHif4YNU9qtQ14NhhUaE/s400/0-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406217157186034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a>Addilyn got to do a cheer camp (more pics on my photog blog). She LOVED it. They preformed that night at the Varsity boys Bball game. She thought she was a rock star. I took a short video at the practice. She certainly isn't the best one out there but she's most definitely the cutest.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ELxTofip2UcmXXw3hfew3SGwSjrpRh8XsnmYY_mQXZ8ZR97WBF3ZVGJV6pq-vmw9K4vVKl81tSklEqVMrHDs6dHpzj2ivp8ThyyDTg4aFc56Lb7N2WVx-5Ro2-xdmDxA_17_d6Rk8n_8/s1600/0-13.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ELxTofip2UcmXXw3hfew3SGwSjrpRh8XsnmYY_mQXZ8ZR97WBF3ZVGJV6pq-vmw9K4vVKl81tSklEqVMrHDs6dHpzj2ivp8ThyyDTg4aFc56Lb7N2WVx-5Ro2-xdmDxA_17_d6Rk8n_8/s400/0-13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708406210439551234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uUL_91pI3CA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><br />Carter got to go to a birthday party at a glow in the dark mini golf place. It was really cool. His cast looked super awesome, too.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvYJQngzsIPvk-lWMe__O5l2zmMU3TL_2umd8B2AfzE6E2oJDb_XGkzLZUmLsVZoFHlkm4k9C7O2WAki6UnP7t-YnoRAK0tq7I-GEKRLKlAUiiL-y_Zop_m0y5G-k7ZH2y6lGn8gJ0D-S/s1600/0-6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvYJQngzsIPvk-lWMe__O5l2zmMU3TL_2umd8B2AfzE6E2oJDb_XGkzLZUmLsVZoFHlkm4k9C7O2WAki6UnP7t-YnoRAK0tq7I-GEKRLKlAUiiL-y_Zop_m0y5G-k7ZH2y6lGn8gJ0D-S/s400/0-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708405987770035042" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M-SUcoa23TtesMVbF-Yj5rLxXSS0lEO8Q0R7I4vGDRAFXiWgIcugO0r6aKvBW0E05DMWGvzwRrBB1SBAhYd3oVa_Y6X4DZiF-tmozO6uyf1m4IkFAJtJ4VEt1Dd-RUp-WOnyT0Hh3o1_/s1600/0-10.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M-SUcoa23TtesMVbF-Yj5rLxXSS0lEO8Q0R7I4vGDRAFXiWgIcugO0r6aKvBW0E05DMWGvzwRrBB1SBAhYd3oVa_Y6X4DZiF-tmozO6uyf1m4IkFAJtJ4VEt1Dd-RUp-WOnyT0Hh3o1_/s400/0-10.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708405985749718274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></a>Here's an Intsagram-ed picture of us going into clinic. I find myself not taking pictures of the everyday kind of things. A new years resolution to remedy for sure. And this is an everyday thing for us, nearly. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsRb0nSRrs64g7ZmHuSrMI1jlY_PTcwd2CyhCwdH06YQCxpGitXVKD72xJ5ANvbf89ofY0ldG6NbI1E7dPLOPaT-IJaHPg1xtLYVSi_29R-RNWSFJ8GxmB0hSlgsLdWSZpi3F81QadIN-/s1600/0-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsRb0nSRrs64g7ZmHuSrMI1jlY_PTcwd2CyhCwdH06YQCxpGitXVKD72xJ5ANvbf89ofY0ldG6NbI1E7dPLOPaT-IJaHPg1xtLYVSi_29R-RNWSFJ8GxmB0hSlgsLdWSZpi3F81QadIN-/s400/0-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708405978174285346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px; " /></a>Here's an xray of his port. When he broke his arm we asked for the xrays of this as well. Doesn't he look so small? :) I know it's a really small picture but the port IV goes into his vein which goes into his heart... or something like that. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMpfLXYxdEdzggTJkSfG4Df_NsOMWSzLEcCqC6k3DUSZHqryeu3RXwvnRvMdPYfassfg_lqrtg6V_ZODsPfgf09Ixx2OxdOnws3l_MnEX8qjuBw7e3cjwGagO4q0M5I8Wd4WFaoYAQr3V/s1600/0-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMpfLXYxdEdzggTJkSfG4Df_NsOMWSzLEcCqC6k3DUSZHqryeu3RXwvnRvMdPYfassfg_lqrtg6V_ZODsPfgf09Ixx2OxdOnws3l_MnEX8qjuBw7e3cjwGagO4q0M5I8Wd4WFaoYAQr3V/s400/0-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708405979355758226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 166px; " /></a></b></span></div><div><br /></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-19416933034033719892012-02-06T13:43:00.000-08:002012-02-06T13:44:24.264-08:00Budding Cheerleader<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Little Miss A went to the local high school for a cheer camp. She had THE best time! The cheerleaders (whom she had met before when Carter was honored at one of the football games) adored her and she, straight faced, told me, "Mom, when I grow up I want to be a cheerleader!" Oh my...</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Later that night they got to go to the boys basketball game and preform at 1/2 time. There wasn't a shy bone in that girl's body! Look out world! They were also earning money for Beast Cancer which is so wonderful!! Any way we can fight any kind of cancer is great with me! (Plus, that meant that her shirt was pink... bonus.)</p><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_564" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 650px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 650px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-camp.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-camp.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-large wp-image-564" title="colorado springs cheer camp" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-camp-682x1024.jpg" alt="" width="640" height="960" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-camp-682x1024.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">"Tell them you're from Pine Creek and you're here to stay!" (I've heard that cheer no less than 8,000 times since Saturday)</dd></dl></div><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_565" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 650px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 650px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-kid-cheer-camp.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-kid-cheer-camp.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-large wp-image-565" title="colorado springs kid cheer camp" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-kid-cheer-camp-682x1024.jpg" alt="" width="640" height="960" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-kid-cheer-camp-682x1024.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Shakin' her groove thang!</dd></dl></div><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_566" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 676px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 676px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/little-girl-cheering.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/little-girl-cheering.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-566" title="little girl cheering" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/little-girl-cheering.jpg" alt="" width="666" height="999" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/little-girl-cheering.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">She looked eagerly at her "cheer coach" the ENTIRE time. Such concentration!</dd></dl></div><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_567" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 650px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 650px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-leader.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-leader.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-large wp-image-567" title="colorado springs cheer leader" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-leader-682x1024.jpg" alt="" width="640" height="960" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/colorado-springs-cheer-leader-682x1024.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Her favorite cheer leader. (she was also her favorite a few months ago at the football game.)</dd></dl></div></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-51785150354886752442012-01-31T13:06:00.000-08:002012-01-31T13:07:51.206-08:00The Broken Elbow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_557" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 676px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 676px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/boy-with-a-broken-elbow.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/boy-with-a-broken-elbow.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-557" title="boy with a broken elbow" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/boy-with-a-broken-elbow.jpg" alt="" width="666" height="999" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/boy-with-a-broken-elbow.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">He wanted Addilyn to be the very first person to sign his cast.</dd></dl></div><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">We have ran full speed to meeting our medical deductible. And I mean, SPRINTING towards it. As I previously mentioned, Carter managed to fall off our kitchen table bench on Saturday, breaking his <a title="ULNA BONE" href="http://education.yahoo.com/reference/gray/subjects/subject/52" target="_blank" href="http://education.yahoo.com/reference/gray/subjects/subject/52" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">ulna</a> at his elbow. Yep. Broken elbow. As my brother so rightly put it, "It's about time he has a normal little boy experiance." Yup. Agreed.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">When Carter takes his monthly <a title="Colorado Springs Boy with Leukemia" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/12/regrowth-and-maintenance-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" target="_blank" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/12/regrowth-and-maintenance-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">steroids</a> his bones weaken. The steroids make his bone marrow release all of their white bood cells into the blood stream so they kinda start over empty creating new ones. (I'm not a doctor- shocked, right?- but if I understand it correctly, that's what happens.) Hence the weak bones. The <a title="Colorado Springs Pediatric Orthopedic Surgeon" href="http://www.csog.net/" target="_blank" href="http://www.csog.net/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">pediatric orthopedic sergeon</a> said it certainly isn't out of the question for Carter to break another bone before he's done with treatment. Awesome. Just what a parent wants to hear.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">The good news is he only has the cast on for three weeks.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">The even better news? IT GLOWS IN THE DARK! True story. Carter couldn't decide between the green (which nearly glows all on it's own) and the glow in the dark. So, the tech suggested he do green with a glow int he dark candy cane stripe. JACKPOT! So, on our way we were sent with the coolest cast around. And, in case you're wondering on weather or not it really does glow, the answer is YES. Quite well, in fact. Like, I hope it doesn't keep him up at night. But, he's a happy camper and headed to school with three different colored sharpies in hand for all his friends and teachers to sign it.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Because this has taken up a nice chunk of my week, I decided to make this my <a title="Glimpses 52 Project Chic Critique Forum" href="http://chiccritiqueforum.com/2012/glimpses-52-project-week-4#p7" target="_blank" href="http://chiccritiqueforum.com/2012/glimpses-52-project-week-4#p7" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">Glimpses 52 project</a> for the week on <a title="Chic Critique Forum" href="chiccritiqueforum.com" target="_blank" href="chiccritiqueforum.com" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">Chic Critique Forum</a>. Next week, I am vowing to NO Carter in my Glimpses project. He's getting the boot. That kid just needs to stay out of trouble long enough for me to take pictures of his sisters!</p><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_558" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 142px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 142px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/broken-ulna.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/broken-ulna.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-558" title="broken ulna" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/broken-ulna.jpg" alt="" width="132" height="166" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/broken-ulna.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Clearly I did NOT take this picture (I'm good but not THAT good. :)). However, I did add the green writing so you can see where he broke it... even though you can't really see the break on here.</dd></dl></div><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; "> </p></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-32672013272553620762012-01-29T13:35:00.001-08:002012-01-29T13:39:48.848-08:00What a Week!!<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">It was quite the week over here as far as the kids are concerned (and as far as our bank account is concerned). </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">On Monday Carter went in and had his counts checked. His blood counts were really high (which is great!) but so was his liver count. Not so great. They held his chemo again this week. It's been nice in the sense that he can eat after dinner if he wants and we don't have to start a timer every time he's done eating. We don't have to wake him up to take his meds. We don't have to stress about remembering it. But we both worry that this may change how good his chances are with the cancer coming back. Something we don't know yet. It's on our ever growing list of questions for the doctor. He goes back in tomorrow for counts again. They are also going to test him for some immune disorder that would be a result of the chemo (meaning it would go away in a few years when treatment's over). The test will show if he is moresusceptible to catch anything and everything. I don't think he has it. He's been pretty healthy outside of the last 5 weeks of having cold after cold... after cold... after cold.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Tuesday, Bryan and I had to divide and conquer with doctor appointments. The pediatricianreferred Addilyn to an ENT because she has sleep apnea. They think it's because her tonsils are so big (something the pediatrician has mentioned on occasion before) so when she lays down they kinda slip into her throat causing her to snore and not be able to breath very well. This could also be why she gets head aches constantly. (I REALLY hope it's because of this and not hereditary... I have daily head aches.) </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Meanwhile, I took Carter to the pediatrician to have his ears cleaned out. That kid had the nerve to FAIL his hearing test at school. Yep. Big. Fat. F. Seriously!?!? Good news is that they got out all kinds of crap. Bad news is that they found he had an ear infection. The oncologist couldn't see it the day before because there was so much wax in the way. (She told me she couldn't see past it.) Thank you Christensen side of the family for that one. :) They also looked in his nose and noticed he has a sinus infection. Seriously?! Wow. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The next few days were MUCH better. We transitioned Preslee to her big girl bed or her "gi-gil" bed. She LOOOOVES it and (here's the best part) STAYS IN IT!!! WOOT WOOT!!! I don't know how long that'll last but right now she's doing great. As soon as she can get herself on and off the toilet and get her pants on and off by herself, bye bye sleeping diapers!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Saturday, Bryan called me while I was picking Addilyn up from a birthday party. I couldn't answer so he texted me. This is VERY unlike Bryan so I knew something was wrong. Sure enough, Carter was trying to turn around on our kitchen bench and slipped off. He tried to catch himself with his arm and fractured his ulna. That's the bone that runs up the pinky side of your arm. It's fractured up near the elbow. They put it in a sling and a temporary cast. This week we are going to go to the pediatric orthopedic surgeon and she'll take a look and decide if it needs to be casted or not. It's a very minor fracture and he's doing much better already. While HE wants a cast ("Mom, people can NOT sign my sling!") we are hoping he doesn't.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">So, that's our super duper exciting week in a nutshell. :) Needless to say, medical deductible? Met. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Isn't she so darn cute in her bed?!?!</span></b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBt80aAKUaMRKSJofkqhIGi4zeCxaSlD80HePgfG-CiuMr_XkQE2Eny8pjSBhiURnr3eszePyg96Sb-tjIqig23OoCMJfnD1XSEWgl2MLyx9e5KXj7xLWbOCEcusObUNFAoAy1xSbxvqa2/s400/0-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162094151348594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkzRcnqgQP2aCvLiAixV_sV3AP-xsFiiQfTrWs07y3P3Euu5FZiQ-13nKil19qMzSQTuSGh6qdIxNx15XAqQZpkG1SVwBiVZ71B4-w099QAuYIKVU89gb9BYgAfpx75cJjDfIGy6-R5cD/s400/0-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162090057811650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px; " /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Getting all bandaged up.<br /></span></b><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkX8dr8TIo9spmTJ-8mJnTIlkdiBWJYSBIx09486CG8s4uFTXN4ADdcndJ7yflCLZcI0g8VFlDUY25eIjyN5faDT4RMoMsh_0y6b8f7Yu9ElvOkySkbZGfA6E2A64D-EHrax-HWgnbvOT/s400/0-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162085189929730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZm_-6-lqL0raSt1hAkcCu4onA_mmj4qT_lCG1AWxfInVxkhYpR9BhCmGmg9kNJfU6GKxq3RwgaHVcfU8cYfOfaLX9Nj4VM6vpO_TicGDaAn_iZdWAlMwdK5goi6NgAJ8fb6fl-MUrvEt/s1600/0.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZm_-6-lqL0raSt1hAkcCu4onA_mmj4qT_lCG1AWxfInVxkhYpR9BhCmGmg9kNJfU6GKxq3RwgaHVcfU8cYfOfaLX9Nj4VM6vpO_TicGDaAn_iZdWAlMwdK5goi6NgAJ8fb6fl-MUrvEt/s400/0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162095711107650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /></span></b></a></div><div><br /></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-19320511789184087862012-01-22T18:41:00.000-08:002012-01-22T18:47:06.879-08:00Update on the Family<div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Bryan's family has a private blog that each family posts to weekly (insert "should" into that sentence.) Here's ours from this week.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"> I know what you're thinking! "Jen! You are such a slacker!" But I have a good excuse. I can't tell it to you because then I'd have to kill you, but it's a GOOD one. (Before anyone starts thinking that I'm pregnant I will tell you two things:)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">1. I'm not. Never will be again unless the Lord forces my hand.... no, both hands... and feet.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">2. The excuse is that I'm forgetful. And tired. I need to stay more on top of my blog. I know this.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Things here are great. Work's great for Bryan. We've all set our goals for this year and are skipping along joyfully working on them. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Addilyn is learning SO much at preschool. We have her all registered for Kindergarten (GASP!) and are hoping and praying she gets Carter's teacher from last year. We are only putting her in 1/2 day. I've become one of those mom's who doesn't want to let go. She's SO easy and so much fun! And Pres is going to be crazy lonely without her. Oh- and 'm cheap. It's almost $200 a month here. NEGATIVE! Even if it were free though, I'd have her in 1/2 day.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Preslee is talking up a storm. Her favorite thing right now is to tell you she's cute. "Mommy tired?" (me) "Yes, Mommy's tired." (Pres) "Oh. Mommy tired and I cute." She even told Bryan that she's a pretty princess. She seems really bright. (What? Nope. Not biased at all...) Only time will tell though. :)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Carter's doing well. He had chemo last Monday. Normal meds but for some reason his body had a really hard time with them this time. A few days after chemo he got sick, major diarrhea, a rash head to toe (VERY itchy), couldn't sleep, and stomach cramping.... I just felt so bad for him. On top of that we've all been fighting a super nasty cold. Carter has gotten it the worst. It's hanging onto him for dear life. The doctors told us this is how it's going to be with his immune system the way it is. We've managed to stay out of the hospital (knock on wood) but it's just not getting better. On top of THAT, his liver isn't a happy little thing. His counts are still so high that his doctor called Monday night and asked us to not give him his nightly chemo this week. He's having an unusual reaction... most kids' livers freak a little bit but not like this. She wants us back in there tomorrow for a blood draw. If things don't correct themselves they'll have to change up his chemo. Not good for a few reasons. 1. Whatever they give him instead won't be as effective (obviously or they'd give it to him now) and 2. The med they'd give him causes hair loss. Booo.... So, only time will tell. She also explained to me that cancer treatment in someone as young as Carter is very different than in someone, say, in their 50's because they have to be more careful with the organs. The organs of a 50 year old need to last a max of 40 more years. Carter's need to last another 80 or so. So, they really have to make sure they don't stress out his liver or heart or anything else too much. The doctor also suggested we put Carter in some physical therapy. His legs and hips have taken such a beating from all the drugs. He literally cannot run. Can. Not. We put him in karate which he has loved so far but it really puts into perspective HOW weak he is. It's seriously amazing. I don't have a doubt in my mind that Preslee could beat him in a foot race. Breaks my heart because he WANTS to play sports... he just can't. He's not strong enough. And it doesn't look like he'll get that way until treatment's done. More info than you wanted, huh?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I'm just doing my thang. Editing pictures from our trip, taking everyone to school/doctors/etc., trying to get all set up for Valentine's (my house was so lonely once I took down my Christmas decor), going to the gym, and trying to lose some lbs. :)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">That's pretty much everything that's been going on since we got home from San Diego. I posted about a gazillion pics on the next post. Enjoy!</span></b></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-3592132605673433892012-01-22T17:46:00.000-08:002012-01-22T19:04:20.764-08:00California Through the Eyes of my iPhone<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>We headed for sunny San Diego on Christmas night. It was awesome because the airport was DESERTED! There were zero people there which was super great. The kids were a dream on the flight, especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consiering</span> we didn't get to my parents until 11:30pm our time. The only one that didn't fall asleep, of course, was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Preslee</span>. Those who know her well just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mumbled</span> "of course" to themselves while reading this.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>While we were there we went and did EVERYTHING. Seriously. Ran my poor kids ragged. It was great. We probably won't get out there for another 18 months (unless something falls out of the sky) and we haven't been there for about that long so we needed to make the most of it. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>That being said, here are exactly a million and one pictures from the trip. They are all from my phone so they are small and just kinda crappy. I have a million and one MORE pictures on my camera which I am slowly going through.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>Heading out! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Addilyn</span> got a suitcase from Santa and while Bryan and I tried our hardest to get her to leave it at home she would hear nothing of it. So, it came with us... completely empty. :)</b></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3W4QNhLhXrLSWeXfu00vm8uE8GJz8gXKEZxfrdzbXz7xexMEXBCsJDSZ22-lEWpXmXfflLvXHqh-jKWTUW_nHMWAFpR5sxrLzTUonjZ3PLfoqLI4BwCnxAx5eH7WUQV3MxQ6W_ab_YI/s400/0-29.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700641663097716258" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikksTeyklol2Nug_xddIHXr3it4_m_SdvIrJ0o_K9fM1QfIwiKhvwYR-rY1osv2bsA8twVe-_5IzKYyLm2M71bQPBIlhA2WJGS-2Q5krm9wZliTqPpxR018YMKi4zg0cDTh1cT7uU2bjI/s400/0-28.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700641658514379794" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>1. Disneyland. It was Awe.Some. Because of Carter we got to go on the fast lane on every ride. It worked out well because I have never in my life been to Disneyland on such a psychotic day. January 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nd</span>. Don't ever do it. The stroller barely fit. The kids couldn't let go of our hands. And Pres? Well, she peed her pants TWO times because she was scared of the self flushing toilets which flushed while she was sitting on it once. (Finally a nice stranger gave me a diaper.)</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>If you look really closely you can see my dad in the upper left hand corner being a total goofball. We did space mountain with the two older ones and they both LOVED it. Addi laughed the entire time (reminded me of her Gigi) complete with arms in the air and screaming in sheer joy.</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42LpW3MUWaU1wkVvQb5-p4QFarPiPcF-Ew0hCA0l4JKANBnmMKvXlEGcSPEXp1VpQfNHl6hJ_XBRV2jWzn7lwFBNOdHtj17ARUqwhBMGTF-gwpIbcInCI-TGp48_Y91EPb44mgLZobSU/s1600/0-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42LpW3MUWaU1wkVvQb5-p4QFarPiPcF-Ew0hCA0l4JKANBnmMKvXlEGcSPEXp1VpQfNHl6hJ_XBRV2jWzn7lwFBNOdHtj17ARUqwhBMGTF-gwpIbcInCI-TGp48_Y91EPb44mgLZobSU/s400/0-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639689521193058" /></a>Carter was chosen to be a Jedi Master and got to fight Darth Vader. It was the highlight of his day. Correction: It was the highlight of his life.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW5cGXFnHFx6uoyXnZVc6bUFPQQlMGcfMIDC8zoFFPavOeenv2aG1pJyygSZ7DGno93ossfvUdyFqx2pcnXAonYHIqD8VPYkGR8ye2n2DXXTzePY8HAty6PIqW1QbM_P2AazZObiqE4w/s1600/0-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUW5cGXFnHFx6uoyXnZVc6bUFPQQlMGcfMIDC8zoFFPavOeenv2aG1pJyygSZ7DGno93ossfvUdyFqx2pcnXAonYHIqD8VPYkGR8ye2n2DXXTzePY8HAty6PIqW1QbM_P2AazZObiqE4w/s400/0-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639688301061922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPPdI5x9VgfsUiiiihAuc3Bt5AcEsdoVDcR2uVfqxICsWT_ydvo6LeDMTL6M5gV_ot6dusplZFRJZfEaPTOsr6AefqaPFKBEx0s69A7N9QAa3Fo8Up3wt982lYTXE9m5Ba6-6TNxTbAU/s1600/0-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPPdI5x9VgfsUiiiihAuc3Bt5AcEsdoVDcR2uVfqxICsWT_ydvo6LeDMTL6M5gV_ot6dusplZFRJZfEaPTOsr6AefqaPFKBEx0s69A7N9QAa3Fo8Up3wt982lYTXE9m5Ba6-6TNxTbAU/s400/0-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639600814891346" /></a>My cousin Lisa (Neal's wife) met us at Disneyland with her kids. This is us on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">carousal</span>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWI1DQ8Hw8qk5DwxOizE3hG1yORPT9FDSTnsZgQzy1KHszAmClsqJsE2efWoqjiipvllUb6Dqci-b3MNzpR363Txb0KE434Huum9NFEDbTAK0YfJbEZEl06NmAPi0Ofx_eUI1qqDN0UK4/s1600/0-5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWI1DQ8Hw8qk5DwxOizE3hG1yORPT9FDSTnsZgQzy1KHszAmClsqJsE2efWoqjiipvllUb6Dqci-b3MNzpR363Txb0KE434Huum9NFEDbTAK0YfJbEZEl06NmAPi0Ofx_eUI1qqDN0UK4/s400/0-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639589149966082" /></a>What kids don't love Toy Story? Pres <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LOOOOOOVES</span> "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yeehaw</span>". She know every word to "You've got a Friend in Me." Not kidding. She really does. When she saw Jessi I thought she was going to pee her pants in excitement. (She didn't... that was NOT one of the TWO times that day she peed in her pants.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9cl_-ftMVbuX8yPFaedQmKDfzKrt5VfOeAtfoRT2t00wNWsnJWg0Zg2YQMnNrhAUQszszPbTnVxV0cbCpNUCGtrOt4QbJAr3lmjQfUQWrAd9yXUjaPKFXXAqRY_jngyOxbJHde9smAg/s1600/0-6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9cl_-ftMVbuX8yPFaedQmKDfzKrt5VfOeAtfoRT2t00wNWsnJWg0Zg2YQMnNrhAUQszszPbTnVxV0cbCpNUCGtrOt4QbJAr3lmjQfUQWrAd9yXUjaPKFXXAqRY_jngyOxbJHde9smAg/s400/0-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639582954721810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b5ZwxvasrQ38nErd_Li6w7gl_5HUmtTNAB1elYW_UMTUnkV_541HM2U1UNmBdmEcuoXPdCsjiyyHICngX8EOB0PQWmfdFYYi6EO0jYOcQwWfg1O_lw54K114byFcWkS3c6W4Erua_ic/s1600/0-7.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b5ZwxvasrQ38nErd_Li6w7gl_5HUmtTNAB1elYW_UMTUnkV_541HM2U1UNmBdmEcuoXPdCsjiyyHICngX8EOB0PQWmfdFYYi6EO0jYOcQwWfg1O_lw54K114byFcWkS3c6W4Erua_ic/s400/0-7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639577204665698" /></a>Carter and Addi getting ready to ride Star Tours. They've changed it and it's now all 3D. So cool.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqSyjnBubXXD4FccEJuvYeBguDoilrGH7UhUASzwstJo_RzRAKNlFvbCJW02K7nq2HmfTZE3JZeGyxfQ9ItbSaD-GA2ovzbouoDk01OspkGl3TprPZEqohodpnWSSi2JYOOys4l-S8_w/s1600/0-8.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqSyjnBubXXD4FccEJuvYeBguDoilrGH7UhUASzwstJo_RzRAKNlFvbCJW02K7nq2HmfTZE3JZeGyxfQ9ItbSaD-GA2ovzbouoDk01OspkGl3TprPZEqohodpnWSSi2JYOOys4l-S8_w/s400/0-8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639572008150674" /></a>We also got to spend a lot of time with my Grandma. She is seriously one of the most amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">women</span> I know and her positive outlook on life has really helped me through the past 10 months. I have countless memories of her from my childhood (from Space Mountain to perms, to shopping, to learning to gamble) and I'm so grateful my kids are getting to know her. Because they have two Gigi's (one is Gigi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Meacham</span> and one is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">GG</span> Christensen) they refer to this one as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Granky</span> and Gigi. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Granky</span> is what they called my Grandpa. Man, I miss him. But, we had a BLAST visiting with her on a few different occasions.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCvUflSzM3s8IwG2zQAUdhGIzKHDLcMOo-zjPAyesvRSM7s9tNVC7UwQq4R5oiTTY8n42uODeUE2nvFls9qjRKLKilRuGhcl4qsP0k51VhDjWn-qMiLuDtjlhKdZZ5Z8Zo2sPTBfXuHM/s1600/0-11.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCvUflSzM3s8IwG2zQAUdhGIzKHDLcMOo-zjPAyesvRSM7s9tNVC7UwQq4R5oiTTY8n42uODeUE2nvFls9qjRKLKilRuGhcl4qsP0k51VhDjWn-qMiLuDtjlhKdZZ5Z8Zo2sPTBfXuHM/s400/0-11.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639298290198706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgIzmjKwU_ez1I6t7mmtFkMmPQVIO2VESkeJzx-0ycrBaScgsavVwZwo1aEjMaYalJmVi25kpi4Nfbhe6w68xUrfOOz7FyvRFcICbR1t0FRQ9ezgjTWxFEns4d_YdBZ6v7jGoaMM9vQk/s1600/0-12.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgIzmjKwU_ez1I6t7mmtFkMmPQVIO2VESkeJzx-0ycrBaScgsavVwZwo1aEjMaYalJmVi25kpi4Nfbhe6w68xUrfOOz7FyvRFcICbR1t0FRQ9ezgjTWxFEns4d_YdBZ6v7jGoaMM9vQk/s400/0-12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639296257642274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6cJQSzSMFLzz7_9ub3nQJu3VeYfWgjKS_ej4gXC-mIyi7jvZzOexCMj9RLPGFi1m45uG7qSBf0r62oKslYhQIlpwMWzb5JnoPw6d9SEln09ghANvNAViB9GzxDqJE7RxxTZ2LZjC23g/s1600/0-13.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6cJQSzSMFLzz7_9ub3nQJu3VeYfWgjKS_ej4gXC-mIyi7jvZzOexCMj9RLPGFi1m45uG7qSBf0r62oKslYhQIlpwMWzb5JnoPw6d9SEln09ghANvNAViB9GzxDqJE7RxxTZ2LZjC23g/s400/0-13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639281277693522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_7atN7tvp6evaCsvDZbCDE-W052GtdkX9ao5H2p0w7JzDN6XY78-bwvUR7VFkYyiKvHiH-DKRt-0PFaLPKm6Qui8Jtmzn_6yHhPE7kC6fAO4atINWPRzAQvnMI0BFcztTgKUAsxBIyA/s1600/0-15.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_7atN7tvp6evaCsvDZbCDE-W052GtdkX9ao5H2p0w7JzDN6XY78-bwvUR7VFkYyiKvHiH-DKRt-0PFaLPKm6Qui8Jtmzn_6yHhPE7kC6fAO4atINWPRzAQvnMI0BFcztTgKUAsxBIyA/s400/0-15.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639276575061282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfhMFXpF5oyJ6VU8nZV72s_Dv1SVojWmBBtVoK9YgB09Avl7-_ULRdtX3u6dX6YLOpLAC7MNE54y0PYrdM_rzMkQ2J7ceAodkBEYg1PFSzCCe4QC2XTwdU_YwhK-zPK1JYLfyaDWld_Q/s1600/0-14.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfhMFXpF5oyJ6VU8nZV72s_Dv1SVojWmBBtVoK9YgB09Avl7-_ULRdtX3u6dX6YLOpLAC7MNE54y0PYrdM_rzMkQ2J7ceAodkBEYg1PFSzCCe4QC2XTwdU_YwhK-zPK1JYLfyaDWld_Q/s400/0-14.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639273792251970" /></a>We also went to the beach a few times. We spent an evening there roasting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hot dogs</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">s'mores</span>. We also went once during the day. Silly me; I was thinking that since it was chilly my kids would only run from the waves and not get in deeper than their ankles. I should have known better. They all got SOAKED (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Preslee's</span> hair was even drenched) and drove home in underwear and sweatshirts. Note to self: ALWAYS wear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bathing suits</span> under clothes... even if it's cold outside. My kids are tourists. How embarrassing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5iCMzVnQX_EYduCe1qIlck3SiaQUI5I4wJ0lf32vXe5z7hauI2uLgCzvsdQU1zTGc2SfaVZp6WU2hvppSerYwynY78s9cA1RoFAqb-grGl8MJN9iK2qgQkQ2-uEMO2xiBjoA9GLXS3I/s1600/0-16.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5iCMzVnQX_EYduCe1qIlck3SiaQUI5I4wJ0lf32vXe5z7hauI2uLgCzvsdQU1zTGc2SfaVZp6WU2hvppSerYwynY78s9cA1RoFAqb-grGl8MJN9iK2qgQkQ2-uEMO2xiBjoA9GLXS3I/s400/0-16.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639121683212370" /></a>This picture just makes me happy. I love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Pres's</span> hair blowing in the wind. I love how one pant leg is up and one is down. I love how her little crack is hanging out. I love how she's heading for that water with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">zero</span> intention of stopping.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4ija34rXHRmawEedGldOTCwMRil-NnQkczcnQV3ERf1gPdRmeJDh0gR9jK0Ztyp5gxjEnAjM-oGXsoY8sGcPbp5QpSnSgznSR2XKAnP6s6j2lHu642PQ64X9-HLvrqv1AqhzGsjGxwE/s1600/0-17.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4ija34rXHRmawEedGldOTCwMRil-NnQkczcnQV3ERf1gPdRmeJDh0gR9jK0Ztyp5gxjEnAjM-oGXsoY8sGcPbp5QpSnSgznSR2XKAnP6s6j2lHu642PQ64X9-HLvrqv1AqhzGsjGxwE/s400/0-17.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639114708197042" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2dCTOhU6-X4sA-RT-UPZ1tEQj4cL3-OFahRxzYsy5ZedCvn9rZrei4GZrkE2CKrvcunbSv_04JDakEev9ONtHo9Rd5kDuTtE6F12GY6nArGwVfo5ea5feaKBAZgnlj16vu2U6_tUJhI/s1600/0-18.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2dCTOhU6-X4sA-RT-UPZ1tEQj4cL3-OFahRxzYsy5ZedCvn9rZrei4GZrkE2CKrvcunbSv_04JDakEev9ONtHo9Rd5kDuTtE6F12GY6nArGwVfo5ea5feaKBAZgnlj16vu2U6_tUJhI/s400/0-18.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639110283736898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIY9isZz83CtQh3oDRC5ItLDdGr7tkMjFnl0IOD_H_9Zsrg8xoqEBhK5KAf66KGTep2BhcZE1GH5xe79Sdkc9iUIRaiWi6QDyCTpgjMYj-Q76OSrPows4GZJBMYcRHPWpTsPAEKV_clY/s1600/0-20.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIY9isZz83CtQh3oDRC5ItLDdGr7tkMjFnl0IOD_H_9Zsrg8xoqEBhK5KAf66KGTep2BhcZE1GH5xe79Sdkc9iUIRaiWi6QDyCTpgjMYj-Q76OSrPows4GZJBMYcRHPWpTsPAEKV_clY/s400/0-20.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639107366876930" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">S'mores</span>!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ElhXPySqJVk1ySSoxM1wp6pMRHBqEUMDcB48y_hX2gQjGRJ18gJfwJUJkWpcF0Jg5lshYdi2FGxzoLkpf657HHHjOHr1IlzUKJyFR5Hbuod-gRkckK6d_YHPV1XpNMXFt8vmE47uJl8/s1600/0-19.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ElhXPySqJVk1ySSoxM1wp6pMRHBqEUMDcB48y_hX2gQjGRJ18gJfwJUJkWpcF0Jg5lshYdi2FGxzoLkpf657HHHjOHr1IlzUKJyFR5Hbuod-gRkckK6d_YHPV1XpNMXFt8vmE47uJl8/s400/0-19.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700639106854339298" /></a><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>Sea World! My kids love Sea World. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Addilyn</span> has had a life long love affair with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Shamu</span>. Not real sure what sparked it but she adores the silly whale. I couldn't begin to tell you how many stuffed Shamus we have hanging around our house. No less than 20 I'm sure. From bath toys to ones that are bigger than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Addilyn</span>. It's quite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">ridiculous</span>. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Mmmmm</span>... cookies....</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tsqwy94FxY1hP2HMEiDQTfAp7nMLFhvezeEc5fO2VYfctMHKra2MqoTWI5jd1G-K_2u9VvHhlfsukeC9Si9gAf2gOYaBeYMgpsVzqTktdk5flwxY4e_SltXM9lFvEKJ3xN1xi14stAg/s1600/0-21.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tsqwy94FxY1hP2HMEiDQTfAp7nMLFhvezeEc5fO2VYfctMHKra2MqoTWI5jd1G-K_2u9VvHhlfsukeC9Si9gAf2gOYaBeYMgpsVzqTktdk5flwxY4e_SltXM9lFvEKJ3xN1xi14stAg/s400/0-21.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638933844741266" /></a>This <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">beluga</span> whale came right up to the glass and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">pushed</span> his nose against it, right up to our kids! He was there long enough for me to get my phone out of my pocket, o<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">pen</span> up my camera app and take a picture. It was so neat! Literally pressing his nose against the glass watching the kids.<br /></b></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfoVE1MRNbOiyEiD1Z7mnWaTicT_K4Esz-dYivnPCSH-iTJ-xGpDPSMYWS2o4CkRLKBicFs2iWan44twvNsXO4PgxfzZux8Ze7mu6x0no2qMhcgnOjdUTwBOVggtBtQ8XuPeBL4sseQdM/s400/0-22.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638928915740370" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>We all touched the starfish.</b></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS2UEDPGrNeaI2IEpyIDdxtqNR9z0_OffAV7ADGggfZPmRsnpbIAqMDhGVoKaTlrQVlAQeq30qA-ZC-sOobvllPhPR4ya5p_-A-ZadQ0q1wKDl_SWaMRAJam1SYgaQBKS8n9tXdIH6U8/s400/0-23.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638925839586306" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>Pictures with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Shamu</span>. (My kids and the Ladies.)</b></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidegwuT3uncpgXgNVSlV5Iaqx28hq0NXOVJfWZf2WEJ6UXW4W3D1HKe1XJEJ9A84fUvpThqZUKWz520SoHNvnxMTrhs-hBjNk-T7GaL1BsQgUE9O-YWN0F7YtwcQgOZT5t5FJvjnWlNis/s400/0-24.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638921644132994" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>My parents have recently purchased a little cabin about an hour from their house in Julian. We went up there to check it out (they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">hadn't</span> closed yet) and went and got some apple pie afterwards. Here's Carter with Gig and my Uncle Craig and Aunt Susan. They got such a kick out of Carter. And he loved them, too!</b></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidCXk3Mh3lum5RmUeSVvGiyLIzVRshzyeM3AZLIAHm6e33-uKFvPRr992kYERRDdZXbQTzYv76rYCWDXPdlVy8TxQRlNCb8vO-ugL9Z_r3oBbUSOnNXdt7mjLh_xKYXhe78vy5g-7rds/s400/0-25.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638641951749906" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Preslee</span> wondering where the heck her ice cream was. She wasn't real into the pie but, boy, was she sick of waiting for her food!</b></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFjCt_u7DNHJUbFSTYl-YatH12nIM0SunOwXE0ln08rUmg64CzCYlh9RqtJnCexlphlLldI54aCx4bPi3-4paOAUd5AGVskIhBXF2TGCABcyv-RSwJrgNu34nxZ81JVu7O9d2STAuogo/s400/0-26.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638638431197666" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Preslee</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Addilyn</span> outside at the cabin. My parents told them we were going to the mountains and when we arrived, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Addilyn</span> got out of the car, looked around and said to me, "Mom, where's the snow? I thought we were going to the mountains." She was not impressed with these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Californian</span> "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">mountains</span>". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Hehe</span>. I think it burst my parents bubbles a little bit. But they do have wild turkeys running everywhere. (I wasn't rude by mentioning that we have deer and bears in OUR mountains. ;))</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeo9E3mkt8hujPeu1UUhCqh-rFsa5PFbmnSKyNzBmock14-KlHnqeblzkovdF74tDFToOHUpY5Kg7IdnTPXwSPZZduVX9kuwvjz4XrPFvD5GC9i6968yDdk4ouhOYIrlmTyZUwnPhE_SQ/s400/0-27.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638639401781282" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>This is Runkin (my brother Ryan) spinning the kids on the hardwood. Why we never thought of this is beyond me because it was the funniest thing EVER.<br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uljP3sIf9EE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></b></span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>We also went and got haircuts from the best hairdresser ever. KELLY! She did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Addilyn's</span> hair all straight and pretty with every color of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">tinsel</span> imaginable. She walked away thinking she was a princess. </b></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcLyA55vhyw42Rbfi_rnjD0zbSOvuybHnLS-7KYYgjFE-7fs4zKEh0ed7vR9anSfKI6sbS06nymAQj-omjHlSpH_wRFfJhoNtDOdDoOZq6dSNCeJDoyWiCDN1p2bXxBhIL03RXqA8mi8/s400/0-10.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638940216849794" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>As I mentioned previously, I took the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">plunge</span>. I chopped 11" off. It wasn't just for fun. In fact... almost cried. But I'm donating it to Locks of Love. I wanted to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">for</span> SOMETHING for Carter since he had to be bald for 8 months. I like it short... but I'm growing it out. :) Here's a picture of the back.</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTUICnf6TsnyTpWI1VoWfCErl1qMfe2pwHS3uyDk8aznuiXF9VNxRazJH1kpF5WGxIMc1JKF-npNPvpzA3llV3LGr65UxLoJ3BeuZYlBikZ4HeFj6IHfBk44lDn-iQ_OEY5MxdNPSMOw/s1600/0-9.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTUICnf6TsnyTpWI1VoWfCErl1qMfe2pwHS3uyDk8aznuiXF9VNxRazJH1kpF5WGxIMc1JKF-npNPvpzA3llV3LGr65UxLoJ3BeuZYlBikZ4HeFj6IHfBk44lDn-iQ_OEY5MxdNPSMOw/s400/0-9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700638412843667618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><b>We had a wonderful time out in San Diego. It was a VERY fast 10 days full of pictures and countless memories. I can't wait for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">next</span> time. I love my family and can't wait to see them this summer at Aspen Grove!!!!!</b></span></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-38199078128463036042012-01-11T19:07:00.000-08:002012-01-11T19:08:16.175-08:0010 Months<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">***Wow... I'm such a slacker!!! I need to play catch up on this thing! Sorry Grandma!***</p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; "><a title="Leukemia" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/03/leukemia-colorado-springs-cancer-photographer/" target="_blank" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/03/leukemia-colorado-springs-cancer-photographer/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">10 months ago today</a> our world was rocked. Like, seriously rocked. Like, changed forever. Like, <a title="The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" href="lds.org" target="_blank" href="lds.org" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">faith</a> had to take over completely so that we wouldn't go crazy... or cry myself to death.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">We got that call.... you know.... THAT call. The one you never want to get. The one you hope will start with, "Good news! It's really nothing at all!" Or even, "It's pneumonia. I'm sorry." Not the one that starts with, "I've been trying to come up with a plan for Carter before I called you." And not one that continues, "Get him out of bed and take him to the hospital. He needs blood. Lots of it. And platelets... lots of them."</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">BUT.... we have made it this far! We have made it to <a title="Leukemia Maintenance" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/12/regrowth-and-maintenance-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" target="_blank" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/12/regrowth-and-maintenance-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">Maintenance</a>, which, honestly has been harder than we thought it would be. It's been an adjustment... the whole adventure has been. And while I would trade all the silver linings and a future Make-a-Wish trip for a normal, healthy little 6 year old who can run around with his friends, that's not our lot.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Our lot right now is this. <a title="American Cancer Society" href="http://www.cancer.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.cancer.org/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">Cancer</a>. And that's okay. There are still days for me that are hard.</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">There are things that I never thought I would hear my 6 year old son say... "Hey Mom. Since my counts are good can I go play at Dylan's?"... "What?!? My liver counts are that high? Oh man!"... "I know, Mom. Don't. Touch. Anything." (Every time we take him anywhere I say that to him.)... "Mom, when I turn 9 and my cancer is gone can we go to Chuck E. Cheese's?"... "No, Addilyn, you won't get cancer, too. I promise."... "It's ok, Mom. I don't mind playing alone at recess. I played with my friends until they started running. Then I got tired and couldn't keep up." (That one is especially hard for me.)... "My name is Carter and I have A.L.L. Leukemia." (Correctly it's just A.L.L. as the last "L" stands for Leukemia... I think it's so cute when he says that, though".)</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">I am sure to thank the Lord each and every day for his doctors and that they are saving his life. I also thank the Lord for him reacting well to the medications-- meaning the cancer IS going away... although the side affects are less than ideal. I thank the Lord for allowing us the opportunity to save him; giving us that chance and not just taking him from us. I thank the Lord for the friends and family that have taken such good care of us, who have prayed for us, cooked for us, listened to us, called us, texted us, emailed us, sent us sweet cards or gifts for the kids. We have SO much to be grateful for. And I hope I never act otherwise!!!</p><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">Ever since Carter was diagnosed and his <a title="Hair falling out" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/04/the-shaving-of-the-head-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" target="_blank" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/index.php/2011/04/the-shaving-of-the-head-colorado-springs-children-photographer/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">hair started falling out</a> I have been growing out my hair. Those of you who know me know that my hair is long. Always has been. Always will be until I'm too old to pull it off. While I love my son, I'm not about to shave my head. (Vain? Perhaps.) But I wanted it to get long enough to be able to chop it off and <a title="Locks of Love" href="http://www.locksoflove.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.locksoflove.org/" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; ">donate</a> it. I don't color it a whole lot so I'm a good candidate. (Don't worry, we pulled up the hair that has been colored and only donated the bottom portion.) It's really easy to donate your hair. Just chop off 10 inches (that's the hardest part, FOR SURE!), fill out a form, and stick it in the mail. Anyways, my sister lopped it off for me and actually made it look cute. It doesn't look as cute when I do it... in fact it's kind of like a have a big poof ball on my head but that's ok. At least I don't have cancer, right? :) Plus, it's a super cute little pony. :)</p><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_522" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 622px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 622px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/94fc55b23cb511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/94fc55b23cb511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-522" title="locks of love hair donation" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/94fc55b23cb511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" alt="" width="612" height="612" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/94fc55b23cb511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Look at all that hair! (I'm super tired in this picture... don't judge.)</dd></dl></div><div class="mceTemp" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><dl id="attachment_523" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 1010px;" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); padding-top: 4px; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 632px !important; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; width: 1010px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/masked-family.jpg" href="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/masked-family.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; "><img class="size-full wp-image-523" title="masked family" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/masked-family.jpg" alt="" width="1000" height="667" src="http://jenniferwyethphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/masked-family.jpg" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; max-width: 100%; height: auto; " /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">My entire family.</dd></dl></div><p style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 24px; ">I thought it would be funny to take a family picture like this. Usually Carter has to be the one wearing the mask... but not this time! Everyone else had to wear one and he got to be mask-less. (More of my family pictures to come.)</p></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-45251235182272677842011-11-21T10:05:00.000-08:002011-11-28T14:43:17.907-08:00May 16, 2014<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">In two and a half years we will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">have</span> a cancer-free son! He started maintenance this past week. We have an official "cure" day. May 16, 2014. A meer month before he turns 9. I can't wait for that day. SERIOUS celebrating will be going' on up in her'! I know it's a long, long, LONG ways away still but at least there's a date. We're so proud of Carter for being so strong, brave, and positive throughout all of this. We could not have been blessed with a more perfect son. By Christmas he'll have a short little buzz cut! It's already looking great. When you rub his hair (which is as soft as a new<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">born's</span>) you can feel little spikes of new hairs coming up. I can't tell if he looks like a cancer patient anymore because to me he has a TON of hair. But then, I think if I saw him like this 9 months ago I would have been horrified. </span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">He was diagnosed with Leukemia 8 months and 17 days ago and now he goes into his final cycle of chemo. What to expect for the next 2 1/2 years is this: </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> 5 days of steroids a month (3 pills in the morning and two pills at night). They cause insomnia for about a week. Sucks.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> 1 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">prevacid</span> each morning (helps with stomach acid which is caused all of the other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meds</span>)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mercaptipurine</span> nightly (a type of chemotherapy in pill form taken at least two hours after dinner with only water... I have to set my alarm every night. So annoying. Because it's chemo you can't touch it with your fingers... yet I willingly have my son swallow it. Weekends he has two pills at night. This one makes him kind of sick. I don't like it.)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Methotrexate</span> (another oral chemo-- again, can't touch it) every Monday (with a few exceptions). 6 1/2 pills at night.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> Each chemo visit will consist of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Vincristine</span> through his port.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> Each chemo visit will also consist of an hour long dose of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pentamodine</span> (an antibiotic to prevent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pneumonia</span>... which could kill him).</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">--> Every three months he has a spinal tap where they give him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Methotrexate</span> into his spine and test the spinal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fluids</span> for cancer. (these are the Mondays where he won't take his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Methotrexate</span> at home)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">There is a chance that some of these will be switched up a bit if he doesn't react well to them. For example, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mercaptipurine</span> caused serious elevated liver counts last time he took it. He had to take it for a month last time and by the end of the month one of his liver counts was 875 and in a normal person it's 25. Left that high for too long there will be permanent liver damage. If he does that again this time around they will have to change it up with another drug. The one that they would use would probably be one that causes serious hair loss and nausea. (Although last time he took it he didn't get real sick... but went VERY VERY bald.) Only time will tell though. Just because he reacted a certain way last time he took a specific drug doesn't mean that he'll react that same way this time around. (Annoying, right?)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I have mixed feelings about his hair coming back in. Him being bald is a very visual reminder that he has cancer. Once his hair is back in then people won't be as careful but he'll still be as sick... you know? But, it's fun to watch his hair come back in. It's pretty light. I think it'll be a dirty blond. Much lighter than before. But there's still time for a curve ball with his hair color. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Here's the video of what we think of Carter going into maintenance. Be sure to mute the music so you can hear it... actually, we're pretty loud. :)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-eBfqVCiZqY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></b></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-71538415412196962442011-11-06T09:48:00.001-08:002011-11-06T13:39:16.892-08:00Pine Creek HS Football Game<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Friday night was an absolute blast. One of the senior football players at the local high school (the one our kids will attend when they are older) wanted to do a service project to add to his college application. He called the oncology clinic and told them he wanted to have one of the cancer kids be a part of one of their football games. The clinic thought of Carter... because he's so darn cute, I'm sure. ;)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Before the game there was a dinner for all the football players that Bryan took Carter to. The boys gave him a jersey and he got to spend the meal chatting with them. He also got to meet the very beautiful team managers. (His words... not mine. :))</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The game we went to was Senior Night so they made Carter an "Honorary Senior". We got to walk onto the field with balloons while they announced "Number 45, Carter Wyeth". The announcer then announced that he was fighting cancer and that Pine Creek HS had his back. The crown cheered and Carter felt like a super star. There were strangers taking pictures of him. It was kind of funny. It was probably the Yoda hat. :) </span></b></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU24nEI5Lj3OaUnollQbNzCo0oNcm_R91ESNHrBVEBVYTcgWNB-9jqUJJznGMmuVsS5E2EMIxagU8r1O192fUANf-qOkJnTmhVAu3ah_anEvyZgnrLVUx6duiV7_kXj9kz4I5fDxt7w0/s400/IMG_3833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671950187015441106" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></b></div></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The team also gave Carter a signed football. It may as well be signed by the Cardinals. He absolutely LOVES it.<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TLQlYEBerFDCNz1M0DStB1IBLXXdtKZsNHClauBFIpwRs5fPOUcqBW3VIBM9CERusgAn8wS5zB8-pAgps0hmZx8Hr9sUneSy1x0eb3y_f4Ti5TUPzorXJTk_IaGLRhu1gUsWCRGMlPU/s400/IMG_3840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671950176420045506" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">When it was time for the coin toss one of the senior boys came and asked Carter if he wanted to come onto the field and do the coin toss with them. (Guess what Carter's response was?) This cute senior took Carter's hand and took him onto the field for the toss, held his hand while he was out there, and then gave him a fist bump before they all came trotting back. There's a better picture of it on the high school's website this week. You can see it <a href="http://www.pinecreekfootball.com/Default_css.aspx">here</a>. Throughout the game, the players kept coming up to Carter and telling him that they were playing the game for him, that they were going to win it for him, that he was their good luck charm. It made him feel so special!!<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj383MS1EFhqB_B8lQgOy4-0vTczYv-LvdM-nVXFHqPPyJlLfnYb0SsWvoSTUM674yAhq1OFExrhcWlIi7EUzh0pBL-xfIlvlBWpFT14I6lbvPmbTFZoAvNo5adMxhQByraAXC78-GpWIo/s400/IMG_3845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671950172502713058" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkBXS1AeOs968LxhHOJ8HHTbkxJV9m2x3sUkvwHZdKu6yEgmtPYaCZLX_kr0PYbnLwgnEn0qDuCOLCNQX6q76itcfFDhcxqrrfS8LZFJ2y1atjrbXDZ6CGvuHXmgMLS8vvELLsNXwJV8/s400/IMG_3847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671949366679837266" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5FoWmlx3c9A2r-IukWft_DZfQDWq7tBXXStQ12GYgVzzU3tgAFIKJqcJOn3NfABxeqkns7-cZ_XOwWeiOuU4Uk3xCr4ee84uTX-AwJpxJeuVFjqVB6HsqNWWCJz8qchAUbl9k3JYpk8/s400/IMG_3851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671949351099381554" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The team managers all wanted their pictures taken with Carter. They took Carter around with them while the guys were out playing. He gave the players water and went onto the field when he was allowed to with the girls. (He'll LOVE this picture in a few years.)<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBPeV3zE3TKvAAbrXQ8RKtsOZIrelJjcMdGCwjQKs_RiJgwy7YMubJoEIOuejNa8oI7gvapsRESEjF4ulKMWGPeZPiGNVkd1sEiGqCBFnZHbdrkQWsK2fkWDZPSjzKKiFv8nYWRuxlB0/s400/IMG_3860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671949346214105842" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">This is Cub Olsen. He's the senior that put all this together. It was a dream come true for Carter and I could just kiss this sweet kid for doing it. He will never know how much it meant to Carter and long after Cub has forgotten all about that night, Carter will still be telling his own kids about it. Cub kept coming up to Carter through out the game to make sure he was having fun.</span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhoYANME7FsOhvcqtjI72_bAYxjiIZ02Q2udur1bVNwPBH9PyBD4AVFN09Y9Sl27aOOx2C5O7h_lQt82r_fUK5NsWIWK2GUW6j-7gzjK_zRi6NU5Hw22t-E0Y-ZyROzphNsXrrwDWmZ8/s400/IMG_3865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671947180347329394" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">(Heading onto the field between quarters to give the players water.)<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzvwXb1aFrG7TAZSNY-PCktgGERmWBcV6CaMr7DBRj8LTMcmjY55whLOg_i6B7v-5twbX2F-x9t-J8AESefgjogdYeRLy3EBObOsgOe5lxnu8g3Lp8DNTcz4SGwnQemkdaTW8J0Sni0w/s400/IMG_3879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671947170364738082" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">At 1/2 time all the cheerleaders headed over to meet the kids. They thought they were totally adorable (duh) and wanted to take pictures with them and give them hugs. Addilyn thought they were so beautiful too. :) That colorful hat in the middle of that picture is Addilyn... being smothered by all the cheerleaders.<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wXWqKT40n1VbEVYB4vxIzVJNpG1ocrVBzN_9JMv0mIsjdan1RjO33I87hS5rzfaWrqTW8_XroMBa6gRh7qpyYeXvIM4PIadATvq6uW5k1aAdTue9OFHkZ6bxTvUK5i4JhtsuR-YJz9c/s400/IMG_3892.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671947160249622386" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Carter with all the cheerleaders.<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnH1FEXzNe-8j0wj88O_1f4t6o7l7JiHYmnjZ714cEoxKB3t-1G61lSK1gKUxi7L5jcKIeFiVkyXgUWR_UJNnKC019CFNcZ630xMvLe81dbN_s5AN3ATlY_tT2QdyMwJmziXUQY4bTVM/s400/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671946275627227106" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">There is a darling boy in our ward that plays for PCHS as well. I seriously adore this kid. I don't know him that well but I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't done the math to see if he's too old for Addilyn... I think he is. :( That's him on the right with Cub. My kids thought they were suppose to kneel down as well. Goofs. :)</span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGRRQV-zRPYYQXssb8mt5od0B2pDSbazyVAs5c2L6_e6pkapLdMSdFTIeS2KMs0_6cbrdP_gbDezyYKp1SZk812PzjDt6Wu5kru8_3Q7QQlghiuF4HAhTi2s8mThBjnu5eJkLencW5pc/s400/IMG_3907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671946270245062610" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">One of the cheerleaders taught Addilyn (we use the term loosely) a cheer and said whenever she was ready for me to bring her over and they would do the cheer for the crowd. Of course we headed over as soon as 1/2 time was over. They gave her pompoms to use and she did the entire cheer with them... which turned into the entire second half of the game. She shook her booty and her pom poms until the game was over. She also took off her jacket despite the chilly weather because she wanted everyone to see her Pine Creek shirt the team had given her (they game us all shirts).<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0FzFGmQG8T_FYwXOQJU0IfYbWCaYewFuaq-ugan4F31uTLyMsIIjMG64PJ2sWEgMEXkZ_3veLDCRtR_OYxpLCOQU3GZtH6pOYjpBRxKsXFl3vA6Zmc295qv9OF9DGq8jCXJMSKIf4EQ/s400/IMG_3920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671946261840253730" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">They even did a lift with her. Addilyn has since declared, "Mom, I want to be a pom pom girl when I grown up!" (Sorry, Uncle Bradley...)<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxH-ajmCJcP1_mb-q-Bv3TXY8hdJ8FkPHfPcHD_gXxIR3Bkmmv8i2_XNILZxHNp31lvMEboAoOM7axI3QYHhTg4pDSrOMWUOtllb1KqOSUF0LKi0TXh_6DXUbOn6ck28i9Ckh-X-ynHN0/s400/IMG_3916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671945529606444818" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcr-CPU7hYGJXCCCVGpjnjn-hlbFSEbAEiKM_fDmhRhQn-aZ4IpPFy6OKWtNCzzurRZU-Vkp9qsULZb0aBDMSv2_Z3qFPFEk3zsphTOZbmA6Q6lMR5DZwmFHNRvH8Jlio3A-hfXpN4t8/s400/IMG_3926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671944098160910994" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">She became particularly attached to this cheerleader, Sarah. She even asked me Saturday morning if we could call her. :)</span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWFTY_gMx_b98mWTIzP_dOUYSgCJKnw9KB8BsbyQELJKL-Y6sJaae6BwPAZA44MKQyvTj6g6vakZqJbUBdDW_Oj48raU6EUPppCfvbO616LBgZ7RDfK3UZv60ZnJ48N1UzjzOZN4CybE/s400/IMG_3937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671944083716653778" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">After the game the cheer coach gave Addilyn some roses for being such a good cheerleader.<br /></span></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJAYIXOn3Ep91zQxw-UnbfCwV7b3g6W0e4kn6mhYOX3G96jE7L9_zM7UEwoRnZ8tmSlOuZuxbpyYfRuMKifXlxPD65PDMV9YkR8BKRjYF8I2H0n6Rg7fejUvRNF2JWiNt9y4w0Z-74AM/s400/IMG_3950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671944070887058162" /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"> Here are the souvenirs from the night. he also got a water bottle from the team managers.<br /></span></b></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdlZk_TjIlTZ19q95YunS2mRXiL20NEp2HYEe4JhT1M0tv8Cu5_DEhnItpsUgT7BdplvSK5mKRsGSVwzr4ZB0YFw38CopTPMUzeiUd1kvYkZs0Savp-DZ7S2Lci5X3E9cXVsWgcdwmCE/s400/photo-20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671999567323715074" /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The night could not have been more fun for all of us and more magical for my kids. They had so so SO much fun and I'm so glad that Cub put all this together for our cute little fighter. Major blessings in heaven for that kid!! </span></b></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-85078413907530895102011-11-01T19:53:00.000-07:002011-11-01T20:00:53.702-07:00Happy Halloween!<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">This year for Halloween I kinda flaked. I'm just tired. All. The. Time. I'm just kind of done with life, ya know? We all get like that, sometimes... right? (please say "right" or I'll feel super slacker.) Addi wanted to be Spider Girl and we found these really cute spider accessories at Claires. She loved them so don't tell her they look nothing like the real spider girl. Carter wanted to be Darth Vader. No problem. Everyone I know has a Vader outfit so we borrowed one and called it good. As for Pres, well, I called my dear old pal, Katie Budge, how has a little girl almost a year older than Preslee and borrowed Brinklee's outfit from last year. Pres was happy as a bug in a rug about it. She just wanted the candy. :) We had a really fun evening and made it to about 30-40 houses before everyone pooped out. Even though the kids only had a few pieces of candy last night Carter still got kind of sick at school and came home after lunch. Last week at chemo he got a really high dose of meth (don't worry, the real name is Methotrexate, but it's more fun to say our 6 year old is a meth-head) and he hasn't felt great since. Poor thing. Thank heavens for Zofran. All in all, Halloween was a success!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wBGcv7V8qSi1sjwKhTkkYs6WuRz4vC2FOVGiBdZFjpA4CXjFDyUf3k5IsINy1y9fi-NjBENucWBf7dYX8oxeZIGxOQzeOeM6H4WhpUyCkrlaZNqp89PrFYA4jA8s6DtDyBce4_WE9mQ/s1600/IMG_3760.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wBGcv7V8qSi1sjwKhTkkYs6WuRz4vC2FOVGiBdZFjpA4CXjFDyUf3k5IsINy1y9fi-NjBENucWBf7dYX8oxeZIGxOQzeOeM6H4WhpUyCkrlaZNqp89PrFYA4jA8s6DtDyBce4_WE9mQ/s400/IMG_3760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227133765178610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20hFSjg3A_IzxivbPq9H7O2yz_On6izv1RlcronkyneyZF-M8TxM9FajCx5VKoJV671FVnSw52BOrzMx5r4nnMZvndv6Ws-eXg5EvWNc_JHOAEP03kIT6RqwtrK1Mcysw6glXbKVMGD4/s1600/IMG_3750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20hFSjg3A_IzxivbPq9H7O2yz_On6izv1RlcronkyneyZF-M8TxM9FajCx5VKoJV671FVnSw52BOrzMx5r4nnMZvndv6Ws-eXg5EvWNc_JHOAEP03kIT6RqwtrK1Mcysw6glXbKVMGD4/s400/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227116993438578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9DOS_Rc4Vv-4rurIZCVv2xt7nop9ioa_3r09J8CpjGb86fF2o8n9gkbU5bPDf8bk3x48ex7hIgtdKYzqW4oTgCwsvlTJ4Nuoca6b4gNF3nfImm2uAbLY45Nu5bBY74RXX2c-sndVftU/s1600/IMG_3753.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9DOS_Rc4Vv-4rurIZCVv2xt7nop9ioa_3r09J8CpjGb86fF2o8n9gkbU5bPDf8bk3x48ex7hIgtdKYzqW4oTgCwsvlTJ4Nuoca6b4gNF3nfImm2uAbLY45Nu5bBY74RXX2c-sndVftU/s400/IMG_3753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227095227653570" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNawEqpa50ok91tjoQCA6U8_s8D7Lh_DBSFuSrO63g80X6lKxkuaDn98pujV5OrZcjOuJrID-_PqBrpCi6GckVIsRHXwcW53tLQIPiWb1ppAt4a3wTLld6T5g-xRBYk6HjI_TmHmTF2w/s1600/IMG_3769.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNawEqpa50ok91tjoQCA6U8_s8D7Lh_DBSFuSrO63g80X6lKxkuaDn98pujV5OrZcjOuJrID-_PqBrpCi6GckVIsRHXwcW53tLQIPiWb1ppAt4a3wTLld6T5g-xRBYk6HjI_TmHmTF2w/s400/IMG_3769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227084834580274" /></a>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-40312792206247597062011-10-13T18:35:00.000-07:002011-10-13T18:37:29.113-07:00An Update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-885236673194752763" style="width: 578px; position: relative; "><div style="line-height: 1.4; text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">So, it's not Sunday. In fact, it's not LAST Sunday which is when I should have posted. But, we've been busy moving. We are slowly getting settled into the house and LOVING every last millisecond of having space. My parents came up to get us started and<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grammie</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Namoi</span> (not a spelling error :)) were here to help us get settled. It was SO fun having everyone here.</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 1.4; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Clearly, I was excited about getting the keys. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bry</span> was at work so I had to text him the proof.)</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 1.4; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4; font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzlwwORNJShQ2C0t9YkuO89NASiL4aAvtO4tMq5mZ11rBXcn1hPgcRv5e9rWpEC1CsMQK8Ja_9yK4g-uZCUk72OUyOp1ybNQVam7WW4ZzqP3Ae5naXeH0j0DH9TZTQzctdMfLs1QDfN7Y/s400/photo-19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149550432689506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Addilyn's</span> current favorite game is Memory. And, let me tell you, she WILL smoke you. She WILL take you to the cleaners. She WILL beat you. You don't have to go easy on her. This is from an actual game where I honest to goodness TRIED to beat the little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">twirp</span>... and failed miserably. :)<br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCtneUTUKnsQaokTHdLSKbvW8WPlkU_hFEd6MRSoUqnn8X7j6_qnphJuwG-n2TeaNpaRn3_gD1vx779Xadav7ICnkWLA1xbzfg_4TA2y2ErZcP3sMeVC5gU4cNBX7qxCLKo39cyZkXJpo/s400/photo-20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149539251804578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><b>We had our first snow fall of the season last Saturday. It snowed... ans snowed... and snowed... and then promptly melted. That's how I like my snow. Pretty, and then gone. Here's the house from the outside during the snow. The kids were SO excited and couldn't wait to go play in it... for about 4.3 seconds until they got cold. :)<br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsddC0Hvp5Yby4vNw-rVxnfsrL8qwwWmXdjhpIhX8C4Tn4MPIi-I2lQlDFrY8Y81tQl0pr0nOvkksP0RBPsFOMcPLlds23nAB8Az_xGLRSmxMuFKiDB2zd8T_FVjo7dezOj3pbTsv17ZG/s400/photo-21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149532826154658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /></span><b>My poor cold Halloween spider...<br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPdmckDhxSrOWMn5_LkPvNSDBsgvqoeJO-Ii41DSbmM15I8zwDQt3mLtXtI6r6019GLlXpN09bWlX30GhvWgG1ywxM1yVUr_oKQUEtjBxE7FOGDIRM6VlPSaUcHIOiSKd5bvB7LaIxMJc/s400/photo-22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149347757107698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /></span><b>Here are a few pictures from before we moved in. Do I even need to state that it is nowhere near this clean right now? Because it's not. :) This is the family room. The front door is over my right shoulder and that is the kitchen counter just to the right. Basement stairs are to my right and the master bedroom is to my left.<br /></b></span><div style="line-height: 1.4; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKQbr7NFm7ohxI4P_HBuleARD7G6Ms0TzvGs9kSIRKqXurBDhDR-PCF52iErmcE_29OaZuWM4QDBUSmz9q7KKYnWZoaxdtXg2qxlpY8vqIoEqhZ5L0vcz8oHlt0MzdZDzoS3ItK5y0toP/s400/photo-20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663151765238217186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Our kitchen. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOOOOOOVE</span> this kitchen. LOVE.</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 1.4; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqn7L3FttaohCNxYOkXpAP-XvvrHSp2dCNG9CslylUSbq2zXo_46eegvOBo21u3SCnrKWQTb9SJyC7you7Jltv2JjayUeNXbcDUQU5cdrlQTvvZ88m6q019Syel7OjwgP7amRz9bjUJ2-i/s400/photo-19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663151609334662674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The most exciting thing that happened this week is that Carter was able to start school again. He loves it and while he was really nervous, he is happy he's back. My only hiccup is that he doesn't have anyone to play with at recess. Because he's so tired and weak he can't keep up with his buddies so he just walks around alone. Did your heart just break a little? Because mine shattered into about a million pieces and I spent all afternoon and night crying. Just another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sucky</span> thing about his situation. I don't know if it will get better over time... I'm planning on asking the doctor though. His teacher (the man on the very left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">side</span> of the picture, the lady in the pic is the school counselor who did a little thing on Leukemia) is AWESOME. He's funny and watches over Carter without mothering him, which is perfect. One of his best friends who is also in his class at school lives right across the street so they play every afternoon. It's good for Carter to have a boy to play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wii</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Legos</span>, Light Saber fights, etc with.</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74uKmqmSiNPyetXEx-EnjcVfOZca6tUuxzvtUoFGQQnGzNXB8K_CoJctozglhbLE_SRIWO6TAp83Yfii8t1qzslzba2axvvBHIw6vl0Nn6BX-I-Gjg0Tb1ATBGVfOYfLhs2TY0tqQB8wX/s1600/photo-23.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 153); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74uKmqmSiNPyetXEx-EnjcVfOZca6tUuxzvtUoFGQQnGzNXB8K_CoJctozglhbLE_SRIWO6TAp83Yfii8t1qzslzba2axvvBHIw6vl0Nn6BX-I-Gjg0Tb1ATBGVfOYfLhs2TY0tqQB8wX/s400/photo-23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149332778403346" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a>We had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SOOOOO</span> much fun with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Grammie</span>. The only lame thing is that she had to leave. :( My kids were heartbroken as always. They made a super cool volcano cake with her. The kids helped decorate it and it tasted lovely, if I do say so myself.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5W2s4vtRbCcJPZpzsm87z3mKXuVBom1WX6M8zPxGxn4UpXioKbWur8dGE2o5f9ibXbhhajJxnxN8ZoU4cfdH0DVg2nfnQD4RVgy8itroyPTmr9qzizIdPgswAHlT3T1aywCXhmcQ8DoW/s1600/photo-24.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 153); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5W2s4vtRbCcJPZpzsm87z3mKXuVBom1WX6M8zPxGxn4UpXioKbWur8dGE2o5f9ibXbhhajJxnxN8ZoU4cfdH0DVg2nfnQD4RVgy8itroyPTmr9qzizIdPgswAHlT3T1aywCXhmcQ8DoW/s400/photo-24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149319547371330" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKIdAvIG6wrCPzlZ2Mn6DLyry2Et2hYSX15nKlqknttqMP-pvNb-U0ljhHKtlhRTnBRBZWxRHyhb38AuwK05puS0d_eMFEFSdKRQS3h3XM3JZaEQHpEiW_dEFW0qc_485MSzxyEF0fcd8/s1600/photo-25.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 153); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKIdAvIG6wrCPzlZ2Mn6DLyry2Et2hYSX15nKlqknttqMP-pvNb-U0ljhHKtlhRTnBRBZWxRHyhb38AuwK05puS0d_eMFEFSdKRQS3h3XM3JZaEQHpEiW_dEFW0qc_485MSzxyEF0fcd8/s400/photo-25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149309196609522" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkE7-KEkA-3RiXOUPxCYan28kzhY4PR2iLvPG4i0DG8m1_KkfDVQ2oWhPIz5M1J9eemSI4V8SFknLMYWuClgDAsu3xt7Ku3SbwG1BEQC18J_Tqpef3PXHiaOEMhlC1nEYpgpGDKO3977Na/s1600/photo-26.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 153); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkE7-KEkA-3RiXOUPxCYan28kzhY4PR2iLvPG4i0DG8m1_KkfDVQ2oWhPIz5M1J9eemSI4V8SFknLMYWuClgDAsu3xt7Ku3SbwG1BEQC18J_Tqpef3PXHiaOEMhlC1nEYpgpGDKO3977Na/s400/photo-26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663149298412054866" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a>Pres is still totally hysterical and giving me 20 new gray hairs a day. She now calls <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Grammie</span> "Gram" and Grandad "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Powpow</span>". You know his little "Pow Pow Pow!" thing he does with the kids? Well, Pres thinks it's the funniest thing ever and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">canNOT</span> get enough of him. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Grammie</span> has taken the back seat to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Powpow</span> for the time being. :)<br />Work's going great for Bryan and we are just putting along. Carter's hair is starting to grow in (he still looks totally bald though) and we think (*think*) it's coming in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">blond</span>? It's still a little early to tell but his eye lashes are darkening up again so it could go either way. He wants it to grow in dark.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><b>I still need to play catch up with hte blog but this is better than nothing right? :)</b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; "><br /></div><div style="line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "></div></span>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-24263116532337886282011-09-28T21:25:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:35:49.312-07:00Breckenridge- Painting<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">While we were in Breckenridge we went to "Ready, Paint, Fire" twice. The kids loved it and it was a nice relaxing activity that was perfect for Carter's low energy level... although not a real "Preslee-friendly" place. The kids made some darling little things and were SO excited that they got bright and shiny. My parent made a plate with their hand prints on them and we made some coasters for Gigi for her birthday. I could have taken my kids here every day. They seriously loved it... even if Addi DID paint her little angel forest green. (seriously?)</span></b></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCD9NR2D-YjG5aMJ2JKtTxVyS3HUwICUUiFCbKrBjA1b3VX2gRasod3K-mb-Kc26p8w1B_MytbcTTJx1IS4TCmSDNaAe7nUiDcsvnJXEtVvVC-3G1UpaY3lV9mpWcZJZS64J4bkdgzKA/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCD9NR2D-YjG5aMJ2JKtTxVyS3HUwICUUiFCbKrBjA1b3VX2gRasod3K-mb-Kc26p8w1B_MytbcTTJx1IS4TCmSDNaAe7nUiDcsvnJXEtVvVC-3G1UpaY3lV9mpWcZJZS64J4bkdgzKA/s400/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634484880195602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6_BCMhRyYdB2REmUQ6B9oyJQTmfV7cSnbV8qkQ9gfViuHOGLpG6ZPonvXtye3osrmfkDT-IOwMR48mTN2dmBzj7BMCaGmpTlg8-IopJqwWspelGWyH_E8Knl5tp1QJa2G42E3-_wF58/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6_BCMhRyYdB2REmUQ6B9oyJQTmfV7cSnbV8qkQ9gfViuHOGLpG6ZPonvXtye3osrmfkDT-IOwMR48mTN2dmBzj7BMCaGmpTlg8-IopJqwWspelGWyH_E8Knl5tp1QJa2G42E3-_wF58/s400/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634471412265394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYIWoLZfZ7z00UlJD02abrnzTZ8F_2xuVRXXiMulr-osIe2jgTZ0YOFmbzSHTDlpC8PUmhnUwKxLJpE0uCf3xaraNPMnjcJcfOw7jqfBIPuPKOBLzfdnDkOH1MCox1RLYStlGl9IgpMs/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYIWoLZfZ7z00UlJD02abrnzTZ8F_2xuVRXXiMulr-osIe2jgTZ0YOFmbzSHTDlpC8PUmhnUwKxLJpE0uCf3xaraNPMnjcJcfOw7jqfBIPuPKOBLzfdnDkOH1MCox1RLYStlGl9IgpMs/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634176433828866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXsw5QufJNEWfVEoE-99Jn9ssZfimIMCiWvF5b7zIxT8P20iWEL_y4HjHYzHwFK2yIu3W0e1PrmcxB4rCabhZNgRlEOd2c5reqOk4FPHd3fLPT923s0K-X6MEefU0udmKD2JoXmkKKnI/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXsw5QufJNEWfVEoE-99Jn9ssZfimIMCiWvF5b7zIxT8P20iWEL_y4HjHYzHwFK2yIu3W0e1PrmcxB4rCabhZNgRlEOd2c5reqOk4FPHd3fLPT923s0K-X6MEefU0udmKD2JoXmkKKnI/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634170854819122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rGbrdXwWSNrnB3nbXRjX6ps7UnGb85d0HPTTqOPsHICuSTnBI5ePkbRDVGkbDzd324EUvBfpGergIxjj6zJ-4hG5UZVxwTz-bjfm9SuvnWghDF4UzhD6pCFXHGzA3YCKySd8Q4AZLyc/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rGbrdXwWSNrnB3nbXRjX6ps7UnGb85d0HPTTqOPsHICuSTnBI5ePkbRDVGkbDzd324EUvBfpGergIxjj6zJ-4hG5UZVxwTz-bjfm9SuvnWghDF4UzhD6pCFXHGzA3YCKySd8Q4AZLyc/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634165813554578" /></a>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313041832875660276.post-78869527503044774912011-09-28T21:00:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:25:27.985-07:00Our Big 2 Year Old!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Never mind that this post is nearly two months late... at least it's here, right? We got up to Breckenridge the day before Preslee's 2nd birthday. It was so fun to celebrate her birthday with just our family and my parents. We sat in the hot tub (hence the kids looking like drowned rats), went up the gondola, and just spent time together. It could not have been more perfect. Plus, Pres got to eat all the cake she wanted! We even brought up all her presents so she could open them on her actual birthday.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Look at her, eye on the prize.... </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLrnl482H0N4lB9RUj0zd83QuZz-swpaYf5xt5-AqfuAmUd6A1czdTLzM1BBVXV6UrJGhwfFrhSifSo583RsGMQ99x04ueAyLmRkzZT_18g-ylC5aSJxBbOl_bAL9EWmewLEvyyL0Pxc/s1600/IMG_1295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLrnl482H0N4lB9RUj0zd83QuZz-swpaYf5xt5-AqfuAmUd6A1czdTLzM1BBVXV6UrJGhwfFrhSifSo583RsGMQ99x04ueAyLmRkzZT_18g-ylC5aSJxBbOl_bAL9EWmewLEvyyL0Pxc/s400/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628800206608306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Blowing with all her might. You may notice that Bryan is holding her hand. That's because last year he wasn't watching her closely enough (I was taking pictures a few feet away) and she totally burned her finger on the candle... oops. :)<br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZilHn0NOXcYnO-rcTDSUyQjXZwc1NRxOMSUZqiFBKipj-ul6t1FU0Zz5mvgnOHvv1wfZMTG903U5Zb0dbIovTX2OM_3b_rIUJiZvTkWdUVmiNH_SaBMGulMNY14jxwwp_rGiupof6YM/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZilHn0NOXcYnO-rcTDSUyQjXZwc1NRxOMSUZqiFBKipj-ul6t1FU0Zz5mvgnOHvv1wfZMTG903U5Zb0dbIovTX2OM_3b_rIUJiZvTkWdUVmiNH_SaBMGulMNY14jxwwp_rGiupof6YM/s400/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628799228902082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy little thing.<br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0xAhfZJh_KfOUlz-p4HBCkMRKk5SDHrXuJ85RgCVkHfflEbpUxTkJ4qLKgf4besd4X35-b4WdeCo4x5sCPyQ75fONG8GzDLAMP-5fna87Nng0K1A2bkENNnQfG_dBH6xBtcuNroVytM/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0xAhfZJh_KfOUlz-p4HBCkMRKk5SDHrXuJ85RgCVkHfflEbpUxTkJ4qLKgf4besd4X35-b4WdeCo4x5sCPyQ75fONG8GzDLAMP-5fna87Nng0K1A2bkENNnQfG_dBH6xBtcuNroVytM/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628787561636498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>We finally took her cute birthday dress from Nona and Papa off because she was ummm... kind of a piggie with the cake. :)<br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmE_sJ9ybASBiPCEkKzVfS5sJeKTrUImPOzPRsrFZ52qYeYDA1pqcqiS7zlaitQxhndeEAGabC8gRGsgT4-2fyf73mmLDthy93CXd53Q3RB19GYAX9f2iHIFDoX74M6DqCWu-gXKImJU/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmE_sJ9ybASBiPCEkKzVfS5sJeKTrUImPOzPRsrFZ52qYeYDA1pqcqiS7zlaitQxhndeEAGabC8gRGsgT4-2fyf73mmLDthy93CXd53Q3RB19GYAX9f2iHIFDoX74M6DqCWu-gXKImJU/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628362569076514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>JACKPOT!<br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpeRl8FDrrWH121nvd5MMb-oUYXFlEoCeL-fi-AJT9mkUtARI-zWMyOK0cJTdCMwg7id7g9Ja3_yFMxVP_YNg28wAGyGSAT1DgMgkMKFGZMChRgumoUrX2MVyaHq95xzGig-G6diqEZE/s1600/IMG_1324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpeRl8FDrrWH121nvd5MMb-oUYXFlEoCeL-fi-AJT9mkUtARI-zWMyOK0cJTdCMwg7id7g9Ja3_yFMxVP_YNg28wAGyGSAT1DgMgkMKFGZMChRgumoUrX2MVyaHq95xzGig-G6diqEZE/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628360325788626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>These two were do good about letting her open her own presents. They sat on teh table so they had extra good seats but they stayed away from the presents.<br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAFCtSSrx3ptH_3bQJUWCbqIZo58OOHlk7XFvvTp3dhT6aXMmp2Nhenf3iwjnLibbypJ1QsBe7_7RqMvaBN8_QoV-upKXwCEP60Nm2CYbwsNYud-7z0HCY18S7INvbXz1damYSMzO8uc/s1600/IMG_1330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAFCtSSrx3ptH_3bQJUWCbqIZo58OOHlk7XFvvTp3dhT6aXMmp2Nhenf3iwjnLibbypJ1QsBe7_7RqMvaBN8_QoV-upKXwCEP60Nm2CYbwsNYud-7z0HCY18S7INvbXz1damYSMzO8uc/s400/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657628349777816914" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Preslee's favorites:</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Show: Dora ("Dowa"), Team Oomie Zoomie ("Soomie"), and Bubble Guppies ("Buppies")</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Color: "PINK!" For the record, every color is pink, and so are a few items... like their vitamins for some reason. "Want pink, Mommy!" (That's how she asks for a vitamin.)</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Activity: She LOVES playing with Carter and Addilyn. She brings me her dress ups first thing in the morning and will wear them all day long. She takes after her big sister. :)</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Food: Gogurts.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Preslee is the PERFECT caboose for our family. She is so stinking cute! She has a spice for life like no one I've ever met and the curiosity to prove it. She's really funny too. She will growl "Thank You" when you give her something. Or she'll whisper it. She knows the words to the Phineus and Ferb theme song. She loves to be rocked... almost as much as love to rock her. She's potty trained (during the day... diapers still at night since she's still in a crib). She's really verbal and loves to sing. She dances like a white girl. She's got THE cutest laugh. She's got awesome hair. She gives the best hugs of all three of my kids... complete with a kicked up leg. (Again, learned that from her big sis.) </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>We couldn't possibly love this little girl more. Carter and Addi feel the same way. They love to give her hugs (which are sometimes met with smacks and sometimes met with a returned hug). We can't imagine life without her. We would be incomplete without our little Tasmanian devil.</b></span></div>Jen and Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11233038337577294492noreply@blogger.com1