tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31945171256678299032024-03-05T12:10:35.286-08:00Ups, Downs, and the Beauty of it AllRyan - Kristen - Tyler - Kayla - Dylan - Riley - Colbykristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-49928738819037653792011-02-28T17:39:00.000-08:002011-02-28T17:39:23.286-08:00*%$*#%%^$*#*@%($*^There's a Christmas book my kids love, called <u>Are You Grumpy, Santa</u>? At the end of it, Santa roars, "I'm a GRUMPY Santa Claus!" I feel like him right now-- what the heck?! Bad mood, BEGONE!kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-7200831946156645472011-02-18T10:39:00.000-08:002011-02-18T13:08:23.413-08:00A Vacation AloneHoly toledo, it looks like I'll be going on a little vacation to Utah-- ALL BY MYSELF! Shocking. The last time I did overnight girl stuff, I believe, was 7 years ago, when my dear friend-sister Sarah had her first baby. Her parents rented a couple of little beach-side suites (cottages maybe?on a pier, if I remember correctly) for some of us family friends to stay the weekend in, and have a baby shower for her. Lynley and I drove together down to San Diego and somehow instead of meeting at the rooms, we got lost, unknowingly drove out to Coronado Island, and found our address there-- right on top of a man-hole! (No really, it was in the street-- there wasn't anything there!) Eventually we made it, though, and had a lot of fun. When I returned home on Sunday, one of Ryan's old friends was at our house, and somehow she'd thought that I had left him and then changed my mind and came home! Haha! For anyone who knows me well, that would never happen in a million years. If I ever disappear, you can be 100% certain that it was foul play!<div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, my friend Kerri is getting married in Utah, and I've been telling my sisters how much I wanted to come out and see where they live..... so I'll kill a bunch of birds with one stone, 'cause I have no idea how many old friends and family I'll get to see! My one-and-only is taking time off from work, and has agreed to brave it with the kids all by himself! Yipppeeeeeeeeeee! </div>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-83892734540607860902011-02-16T23:10:00.000-08:002011-02-17T00:35:11.715-08:00No One Else Can Laugh My Laugh...Eccentric: A word I wonder if people might associate with me, if they knew even half my thoughts and habits. Egocentric: A word I would REALLY HOPE no one would ever relate to me. Concentric: A word which makes me think of ripples in a pond, which in turn reminds me that everything I do affects someone else, and I'd darn well better be nice to everyone.<div><br /></div><div>I have a slight obsession with white noise. There's a machine specifically used for creating this in every bedroom in our house, and there's even have a brand I prefer (Sleepmate-- it's marketed under the name SoundScreen for offices). I've always thought it helps keep my sleeping children asleep, knowing how loud other members in this family have a tendency to be. One could accuse me of training my children to be light sleepers due to excessive use of the noise machines. I can't really defend my continual use of them... I find white noise soothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love baking to a fault. At the beginning of our marriage, one day Ryan asked me (very delicately, so as not to hurt my overly-defensive self) if maybe we could start having more healthy food than dessert in the house. I may have begun cooking "real food" only to shift attention away from my true love-- sugar. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am happy to have imparted a love for chubby baby buns to my daughter-- a love I inherited from MY mother. There is a huge part of me that understands the Duggar family and their willingness and desire to have millions of children... but, fortunately for Ryan, there's also a huge part of me which feels it's wrong to have children parent their siblings (and so it looks like we won't be trying to outdo them!). I adore my children.... sometimes like a crazy person.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love books. I have hundreds of them-- suspense, romance, self-help, horror, fantasy, children's books and juvenile fiction-- yet have never read any of the classics-- with the exception of Oliver Twist and a couple others. This year I will read my first Austen book. I will. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love tv. I keep up with tons of shows, and find that watching something enjoyable while folding Mt. Laundry is the only way I'll ever actually fold much of anything. Ryan mounts a shelf for me in front of the treadmill, at my eye level, in our home so I can put the laptop or dvd player on it and watch shows while running. Isn't it more interesting to, say, watch all the seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which I only allow myself to view while exercising) than stare at a blank wall? </div><div><br /></div><div>I love to talk to people-- learn about others' lives, their likes/dislikes, how and why they do what they do, learn about how certain events have shaped them, made them who they are. I like to discover similarities in thought and shared hobbies in new friends. I love reconnecting with old friends and seeing how they remain basically the same, years after last speaking with them. There's an old song I listened to as a child, and part of it says, "No one else can laugh my laugh, 'Cause it only belongs to me..." We are all individuals and I love the fact that no two people are exactly the same. I love how each one of us is important, and how every single life on this planet has value. It's wonderful to feel that, even on our worst days, there is someone up above cherishing our unique souls. </div>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-14504898950053328692009-07-27T20:42:00.000-07:002009-08-02T14:54:27.812-07:00Little Heroes Prom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROVkrhyUZrfKfd7fU6TOisXX8TamWB0hyNuxj50B1C2YFO3QymOYnSUnBQ_Paer2iyYMxQJMDjNhcWRB3YMKel-99Fq62ZfRL4jzWHezHXPB0E9aXafI4uEITybVOwxBUpqo639evbMw/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"> </a><br />April 3, 2009<br />Every year, the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society puts on a prom for the pediatric cancer survivors in the area. It is so fun-- the kids LOVE to go! Ryan and I have fun, too, but our night is usually spent chasing little people around, trying to keep them in sight, and (this year) preventing them from leaping off the stage and breaking their legs/arms/heads!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi9HoIIA3TgP5AznL9rb0JBOjhrh_6JX4ebfmOrTm7ZHIizbb3kyHiUHcO9npIP9xQIxXckVYbjqYRWVLcdCv9pab8L0hN-LtvGMSzgn8m55HSoeEZKa5tP_OrPn5PZFgpEUOwkr2q5A/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi9HoIIA3TgP5AznL9rb0JBOjhrh_6JX4ebfmOrTm7ZHIizbb3kyHiUHcO9npIP9xQIxXckVYbjqYRWVLcdCv9pab8L0hN-LtvGMSzgn8m55HSoeEZKa5tP_OrPn5PZFgpEUOwkr2q5A/s320/DSC02873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363358195449544706" border="0" />Dylan was afraid to go up on stage alone, so he got a shoulder ride from Daddy</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3jhInM5qpBumOODsU4SdZXuOe642vRatpyZcWr10vMBG120bX96aJxujcV995Udg38NmM8kaa5UhpVf4Sb4kdbX8fcxKlGwQRyHh-Eo6o9g2_2q-EuN4feLAwwLyb3W-7AaKGQlZsUQ/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3jhInM5qpBumOODsU4SdZXuOe642vRatpyZcWr10vMBG120bX96aJxujcV995Udg38NmM8kaa5UhpVf4Sb4kdbX8fcxKlGwQRyHh-Eo6o9g2_2q-EuN4feLAwwLyb3W-7AaKGQlZsUQ/s320/DSC02874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363358203718255618" border="0" /> Dylan, receiving his medal from Dr. G</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITmvRkdDI5UtyH21ngiXJg0hvHGTidNeYEOt7MfDfcL8wfQwygYwLQ4QGTkYBSZIPvxZICnt1BmBgFA3tdck6xSYAmUPUhyTYmfdCPi9uhEehpx3LbfkrLAyxkcFTzWatpngXZ_sJbxI/s1600-h/DSC02864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITmvRkdDI5UtyH21ngiXJg0hvHGTidNeYEOt7MfDfcL8wfQwygYwLQ4QGTkYBSZIPvxZICnt1BmBgFA3tdck6xSYAmUPUhyTYmfdCPi9uhEehpx3LbfkrLAyxkcFTzWatpngXZ_sJbxI/s320/DSC02864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361412967280562" border="0" />Hummer limo rides! Tyler and Kayla thought the limo was so cool....There was also a free photo booth (but I can't remember where I put the pictures from it--whoops!)</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixCsLW7RzwFxj2PHiFGKNhyoDo11nUj2Q8BMt5rzwrWk6Qaru4hojj0CWeBM6nkxi7jZBkz1jHNGjTepsClPHTCbHpEK3yPRy7dzcZgdg3Zjfcv8ea4ekCfcTUw1bf1Z9Ow5z6CHO3h38/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixCsLW7RzwFxj2PHiFGKNhyoDo11nUj2Q8BMt5rzwrWk6Qaru4hojj0CWeBM6nkxi7jZBkz1jHNGjTepsClPHTCbHpEK3yPRy7dzcZgdg3Zjfcv8ea4ekCfcTUw1bf1Z9Ow5z6CHO3h38/s320/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363359704544485954" border="0" /> Kayla helped Riley do the macarena</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROVkrhyUZrfKfd7fU6TOisXX8TamWB0hyNuxj50B1C2YFO3QymOYnSUnBQ_Paer2iyYMxQJMDjNhcWRB3YMKel-99Fq62ZfRL4jzWHezHXPB0E9aXafI4uEITybVOwxBUpqo639evbMw/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROVkrhyUZrfKfd7fU6TOisXX8TamWB0hyNuxj50B1C2YFO3QymOYnSUnBQ_Paer2iyYMxQJMDjNhcWRB3YMKel-99Fq62ZfRL4jzWHezHXPB0E9aXafI4uEITybVOwxBUpqo639evbMw/s320/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363360203014185522" border="0" />Tyler helped Riley dance, too ("dance ME, TyTy!")</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OqjINnvFWBMFigu22EySW5k3z6Q2dsvqSaSCLGTzY9gViI-NqS2srSo0UgBdV5D8-IXEh_1J2nR3VTM_q9PCJNXqaCTfy5VHmInP0Z67bv10_lkJGqHyN506gvAPuLThYgD-evY28JU/s1600-h/DSC02869.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OqjINnvFWBMFigu22EySW5k3z6Q2dsvqSaSCLGTzY9gViI-NqS2srSo0UgBdV5D8-IXEh_1J2nR3VTM_q9PCJNXqaCTfy5VHmInP0Z67bv10_lkJGqHyN506gvAPuLThYgD-evY28JU/s320/DSC02869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363360927542769538" border="0" />Our little guest of honor chowed down on cookies-- I really should have gotten a picture of the chocolate fountain, too, since that's where our kids kept migrating!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJz609G0WW5Wd_1bF34bJ1FVQ2SZ6FNqspwV6rgqv8lxuhNKfVVZWPKJ2JYYVYdGS_I4aaVeXEva2JwkEeQN2TRvPENc2QNP96s9UbhBovkk8hlHACiC5T9tP_Wu8mcrbdVFRRmSwNqY/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJz609G0WW5Wd_1bF34bJ1FVQ2SZ6FNqspwV6rgqv8lxuhNKfVVZWPKJ2JYYVYdGS_I4aaVeXEva2JwkEeQN2TRvPENc2QNP96s9UbhBovkk8hlHACiC5T9tP_Wu8mcrbdVFRRmSwNqY/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363363124034719410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyD8hqmEK8etUCrvfIbYdeLSP6oRZPMN1AU7rwFUUUUZyH_hB-9vErmYTyZWifXko6fp6nV-EJz89ubj_TPexVsX3mS8NbWOcnTx9uxxVs35ChtZaIskvXqXlwxVWX76KlHrgEArhARhM/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"> Colby slept through the whole thing ('cause that's what 2-month olds do!</a>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg">They had a professional photographer taking family pictures (for free!) there-- I was reluctant to wake up Colby earlier while he was sleeping so nicely, so I collected everyone just before the photographer shut down for the night</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"> (10PM)</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg">, we rushed in after a night of dancing/chasing, plopped down......and this is what we got! :)</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363364205740369490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9j58eBYijLWTATi-tWydnbo1tNuok5AEzjhQtV2yjgUtxl2Ae_qqWYrGW1ee9MtPtAaYTs7OyZwVaFNds3uvD232vzoALrhn6vtOtX12A1pHB3hD_Xsm-jWGn0scWDmxkoHlMk0lrHN4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><br /></a>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-39701974696984323552009-07-26T18:24:00.000-07:002009-07-26T18:50:38.190-07:00A Ten-Year -Old Boy's Idea of a Baby Video.....March 27th 2009<br />Colby at 8 weeks old, video taken by Tyler....<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzieBgNBdy82LQLo-C6R3ZSdUyFCFUpYWyUFLh93dy97-qYwA3LwiR5QF96ACG8Bg2mXTNlySQ_Qc44ROpd' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-42032018098211778122009-07-22T12:34:00.000-07:002009-07-26T19:41:59.169-07:00I Am A Crappy Blogger!<span style="font-size:100%;"> I have decided that I am terrible at "blogging" (among other things, such as: all sports, folding laundry regularly, not eating sugar, etc.) and I will now update everyone on Colby's birth almost 6 months ago!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYWbpgqljKp3QvrAuSkbPGR0Q-3u5DAMBq57QxbxibUNHMdX6uQ_ngeGdvY4fRVc68Duov2KyRHRscw5x6CESqmtcJNNQNScOWacU8zPww4mK-_7s0bm0QRIvly8J-ETiHAvMxg91VMk/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYWbpgqljKp3QvrAuSkbPGR0Q-3u5DAMBq57QxbxibUNHMdX6uQ_ngeGdvY4fRVc68Duov2KyRHRscw5x6CESqmtcJNNQNScOWacU8zPww4mK-_7s0bm0QRIvly8J-ETiHAvMxg91VMk/s320/100_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361388234402425474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> I was scheduled for an induction on Friday, January 30th, (4 days early) after having to practically beg the doctor to let me have this baby (I'd gone in on Tuesday morning earlier that week with contractions a couple minutes apart, then they all stopped-- lovely! The doctor sent me home, ignoring the fact that I am GBS positive and need antibiotics for 6 or 8 hours prior to delivery and my last labor was only 1 hour 26 minutes long! Grrr....I shouldn't get started). However, I went into labor on my own and showed up a few hours earlier than they'd planned. Things weren't as bad as they could have been, but weren't ideal either!<br /> The doctor only decided to let me have an epidural when I thought I was going to die from pain, the anesthesiologist had to stick me 3 times because she kept hitting blood vessels, then only half of me was numb, so she had to go in and wiggle the needle some more....that didn't work, so they just did something else through my iv (which was HEAVEN) an hour later. When I was ready to push they broke my water and Colby's heart rate dropped, and they wouldn't let me get him out. Then my contractions stopped, and I had to NOT PUSH for almost 2 hours. I think they may have given me pitocin to get things going again (not too sure at this point) and at long last, after 3 pushes our little boy was OUT!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mD_bOQ7KP66HHXeTffNPfkN9ekil46TcInF4zGS3xKgisYu_oCYH18164IbTn8DRiyqHpyS2Us_s16sW4xotEZOLtDsYDazMD9sKBYtkTorZP-L666lSysEBCgNsrUduNIr7957_5K0/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mD_bOQ7KP66HHXeTffNPfkN9ekil46TcInF4zGS3xKgisYu_oCYH18164IbTn8DRiyqHpyS2Us_s16sW4xotEZOLtDsYDazMD9sKBYtkTorZP-L666lSysEBCgNsrUduNIr7957_5K0/s320/100_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361395577135437410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> Colby Matthew Schneider was born at 6:51 am, weighing 8 lb.s 1 oz., and he was 20 1/2 inches long, and I felt fine. A couple hours after he was born, his oxygen levels kept dropping and they ended up sending him in for x-rays. The chest x-ray was cloudy and it was unclear whether the problem was congenital pneumonia or amniotic fluid in his lungs, so Colby was admitted to the NICU and was treated preventatively for pneumonia.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlbAQjaufJ1J3A8hu3hGqADOzE0kKrtecl8W2u9MdqmafLjPrd5iZPSka2PcCxoqTROtDOnfZkJl7fRgjOrB5-7c6dIvRiPP5tyjASoSOqzex3-m64vPODw4AW8AzeIwTEWcE2OfrSpU/s1600-h/100_0517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlbAQjaufJ1J3A8hu3hGqADOzE0kKrtecl8W2u9MdqmafLjPrd5iZPSka2PcCxoqTROtDOnfZkJl7fRgjOrB5-7c6dIvRiPP5tyjASoSOqzex3-m64vPODw4AW8AzeIwTEWcE2OfrSpU/s320/100_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361394431334199090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> My home teacher (who was a nurse anesthetist at the hospital) and another man from our ward (who is an orthopedic surgeon) came and gave Colby a blessing, which was a comfort. I was discharged the second day, but the staff let me keep my room to sleep in while our baby was still in the hospital. Colby was declared healthy after 3 days (it was NOT pneumonia), and we were able to bring him home on Monday. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I wonder if it would've been better for him if they'd have just listened to me and let me get him out when his heart rate started dropping-- Ryan and I think that he was hanging out too long in my belly. They CLAIM that he was in the NICU because he was a "precipitous delivery", however, I was able to deliver ALL of my children quickly and none of the others had fluid in THEIR lungs.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> All's well that ends well, though! Colby is so adorable-- every one of us is in love with him, and of course we can't imagine what life would be like without him! He is a good-natured and a giggly little squishy guy-- we are blessed to have such great kids!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8TH_QfN5h8ejXFKewjlfjoHAFntzHz_mc5KAZePzQADLzgAE3weDBGVMsK3J5Ue-7zSJGs_l3b9BW91bh05e627IViaqLjaq2CTWL648aeVLf3QyxcB0fPJTeQmSPmlPZ588rINDXlo/s1600-h/100_1898.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8TH_QfN5h8ejXFKewjlfjoHAFntzHz_mc5KAZePzQADLzgAE3weDBGVMsK3J5Ue-7zSJGs_l3b9BW91bh05e627IViaqLjaq2CTWL648aeVLf3QyxcB0fPJTeQmSPmlPZ588rINDXlo/s320/100_1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361384772692050962" border="0" /></a>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-73805568691384604322009-01-25T20:46:00.000-08:002009-01-25T21:13:28.024-08:00Ahhhh, LifeWe've had some events in the past couple of months that I haven't kept up with on here-- I turned THIRTY (yes, I am admitting it only this once-- on my birthday Kayla wished me a "happy 27th birthday"-- sweet girl!) in December, then of course we had a fun Christmas, followed by Ryan's and my 10th anniversary on Jan. 9! Married for 10 years, kinda makes us seem OLD! Ryan surprised me with an overnight stay at a bed and breakfast downtown (first time we were ALONE overnight in over 5 years!) at a place I had wanted to go to-- he's such a good husband! (oh, by the way, breakfast was fabulous there-- I'm 9 months pregnant, gotta mention the delicious FOOD!)<br />My friends (who are also my visiting teachers) threw me my first baby shower on the 17th, what sweethearts Kelli and Abbey are-- it was so much fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsbk5h_adOEXL4a-sQvEYHHNQNyICqxW_VQqoGh4fB-S_jjrGawuiCmeEYmalG5LNgg0mRjm7XwRPZNlNosyiPi8nrou0lhJElofTGENz65J725DQah3QsUy0NQuz-Q4HiqJ0qva7p2Q/s1600-h/100_0470.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsbk5h_adOEXL4a-sQvEYHHNQNyICqxW_VQqoGh4fB-S_jjrGawuiCmeEYmalG5LNgg0mRjm7XwRPZNlNosyiPi8nrou0lhJElofTGENz65J725DQah3QsUy0NQuz-Q4HiqJ0qva7p2Q/s320/100_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463811262000562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvQLd8Xc1WNA5SYYjHUKphLOlQilOg7_Y3WwtJlmiRjuEid_8yKd2BQYbauI1HqCAEL8TRDbpPC3uBu-QOZcocWBT15syb6pbzuP0h-pmWCQOlp2ixGx3wBeGIT_aXBmrByW_S19VvjA/s1600-h/100_0475.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvQLd8Xc1WNA5SYYjHUKphLOlQilOg7_Y3WwtJlmiRjuEid_8yKd2BQYbauI1HqCAEL8TRDbpPC3uBu-QOZcocWBT15syb6pbzuP0h-pmWCQOlp2ixGx3wBeGIT_aXBmrByW_S19VvjA/s320/100_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463818276027634" border="0" /></a><br />Riley's 2nd birthday was on Jan 21st! He's such a cute and cuddly little guy and he is such a joy to care for!<br /><br />Now that all of our "big events" have passed, we are ready for the next one-- THIS NEW BABY! He can come any time he wants to now (I've always gone overdue, but for heaven's sake, my cankles are NOT attractive-- I say it's time NOW!).....kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-22683535403704982332008-11-14T15:23:00.000-08:002008-11-15T18:40:57.300-08:00KAYLA IS 8!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzMx0pNvlCQrOsn2fSAOyt3nA2l_e922K8G0LaKSybbcyuW9VC57pgou99NTK_NXRiROoh0-45AesqiWo2GHV38Ht-v2rwE92j27gB2ZKTlx9whUT7T8YblIeVyqAgZNCAKtlQ0piPlU/s1600-h/100_9966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzMx0pNvlCQrOsn2fSAOyt3nA2l_e922K8G0LaKSybbcyuW9VC57pgou99NTK_NXRiROoh0-45AesqiWo2GHV38Ht-v2rwE92j27gB2ZKTlx9whUT7T8YblIeVyqAgZNCAKtlQ0piPlU/s320/100_9966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039211439363970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our little girl is eight now (as of Nov. 9th), and I can hardly believe it! I still remember so clearly the day we found out we were having her..... I was 21, had just stopped nursing Tyler (who was 15 mo.s) and I was on the pill and 4 days late. I didn't really think anything of it, but since a pregnancy test was free to those of us in military households, I went in and got tested so I wouldn't wonder. No one had called with the results yet and I needed to go to the commissary, so I left Tyler with Ryan and went grocery shopping. When I returned home, Ryan greeted me with a HUGE grin and there was a note pinned to his shirt which read "of 2!" I was stumped for a minute, until I realized that he was wearing his "great dad" shirt (so, for those who are mentally challenged like me, the shirt now read "great dad of 2!")! I was completely shocked. It took about 5 minutes for it to sink in, and then I was just as excited as Ryan was, but of course he likes to try to irritate me by saying that he wanted to have Kayla more than I did. (MEN! </span><sigh><sigh style="font-weight: bold;">)</sigh><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoa_F4xqzL1lDjOLPHM3H9tJN70o8Do5J8qsF6QptVXWWiyvtRIP7uSwA_rXSUB2lRROvgaJWCB77gBCKpiQeHVz-Hoqlk3-agjATtyQ1tURq3hlfg6hfbBzw5qLlJpmXHUqNeX2ATgWA/s1600-h/100_9984.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kayla is such a sweetheart-- she does great in school and is a help to me with her younger brothers, but gone are the days when she'd announce to anyone listening "I has a pink pack-pack" or when she'd go running down the hall, waving her arms, screeching "I has to go POOOOOTTTTTTTYYY!" I get to enjoy her company in new ways now, and I am so lucky to have an ally to roll my eyes with when the boys are being ridiculous! </span> </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoa_F4xqzL1lDjOLPHM3H9tJN70o8Do5J8qsF6QptVXWWiyvtRIP7uSwA_rXSUB2lRROvgaJWCB77gBCKpiQeHVz-Hoqlk3-agjATtyQ1tURq3hlfg6hfbBzw5qLlJpmXHUqNeX2ATgWA/s1600-h/100_9984.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoa_F4xqzL1lDjOLPHM3H9tJN70o8Do5J8qsF6QptVXWWiyvtRIP7uSwA_rXSUB2lRROvgaJWCB77gBCKpiQeHVz-Hoqlk3-agjATtyQ1tURq3hlfg6hfbBzw5qLlJpmXHUqNeX2ATgWA/s320/100_9984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039218337706370" border="0" /></a></sigh>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-54892068120781075022008-11-14T08:39:00.000-08:002008-11-15T18:42:08.198-08:00MY HOT HUSBAND<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEZ9-MmbVPt1nLCz81TdR2NSWfAHJjGBuFeS02wrKlb8OgYI_v7XLLNQvPK1FKP-_DwwknlQ4JZxdvBJyoPdqgB9pRXywTv8JeJcAiDg2WEcXGmt7GPRypdc_GnxbW7w5b5BSFgQ7oxM/s1600-h/P1010463.JPG"> </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAZYeZCLM5fXCTpfRplbQSuOOSWMmyfxkl_Ksqvl0NtORtobH2jiFshy3g3qj9pzYGB7vvC1R9mCA3oZixIf9yfI_lHCot2cRHSqdW9HOvQqbNyGovkLR2DIn5lWO_aclkVRFfBRBiAk/s1600-h/IMG_7142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAZYeZCLM5fXCTpfRplbQSuOOSWMmyfxkl_Ksqvl0NtORtobH2jiFshy3g3qj9pzYGB7vvC1R9mCA3oZixIf9yfI_lHCot2cRHSqdW9HOvQqbNyGovkLR2DIn5lWO_aclkVRFfBRBiAk/s320/IMG_7142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268554822434656914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ryan had a costume party to dress up for at his annual 4-day recruiting training/party thing a few hours away, so he and his friend went as Joker and Batman. Perhaps some of you saw the new Batman movie, The Dark Knight, and will remember the scene where the Joker dresses up as a nurse.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, my husband decided to give the nurse's outfit a try! We made him a button and "hospital id" to complete the costume. Unfortunately I didn't get to see him in full get-up in person (since I didn't go to the annual--no one to watch the kiddos for that long), but these are the pictures he gave me-- I think they're hilarious! </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEZ9-MmbVPt1nLCz81TdR2NSWfAHJjGBuFeS02wrKlb8OgYI_v7XLLNQvPK1FKP-_DwwknlQ4JZxdvBJyoPdqgB9pRXywTv8JeJcAiDg2WEcXGmt7GPRypdc_GnxbW7w5b5BSFgQ7oxM/s1600-h/P1010463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEZ9-MmbVPt1nLCz81TdR2NSWfAHJjGBuFeS02wrKlb8OgYI_v7XLLNQvPK1FKP-_DwwknlQ4JZxdvBJyoPdqgB9pRXywTv8JeJcAiDg2WEcXGmt7GPRypdc_GnxbW7w5b5BSFgQ7oxM/s320/P1010463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268554832769055778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> p.s. I bought him the tights HAHAHA</span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-10390839449047271512008-11-02T10:05:00.000-08:002008-11-02T11:44:40.681-08:00HOW DID HE GROW UP THIS MUCH?!?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkDqpT9XGnMLdJm3UAKoyw1KouIDB9mSjsyRHK_fCLWG4nquPidkQhhebVTjZokVUJTNI1TLbnWuEcrOT3XklNToU6B9QL3ZZ8S2clROa_1gbEYCp986VGOMMxzrg1Vf_O8NsiIGcFBg/s1600-h/100_9948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkDqpT9XGnMLdJm3UAKoyw1KouIDB9mSjsyRHK_fCLWG4nquPidkQhhebVTjZokVUJTNI1TLbnWuEcrOT3XklNToU6B9QL3ZZ8S2clROa_1gbEYCp986VGOMMxzrg1Vf_O8NsiIGcFBg/s320/100_9948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264131063937884530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler's 10th birthday was on Oct. 27th. Seriously- how did he get that old this fast? Where did my super-chunk big baby go? Ten years has gone by so quickly! Why does he insist on growing up-- doesn't he know every year he has a birthday, I get older, too?</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgwXFyBdDQDh9a5Fn0tDy59YlSKIFwQInXp28JVWUuLG2Sn-lemhQXLGRWlGnWnV3pAaa_v0csKWLkvBu7KPPCZ2wL38V_E7Yc7jcMAMRiEvFfGmEElEuSdeCBV_pM6AZvT69Wx3KLZ8/s1600-h/100_9925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgwXFyBdDQDh9a5Fn0tDy59YlSKIFwQInXp28JVWUuLG2Sn-lemhQXLGRWlGnWnV3pAaa_v0csKWLkvBu7KPPCZ2wL38V_E7Yc7jcMAMRiEvFfGmEElEuSdeCBV_pM6AZvT69Wx3KLZ8/s320/100_9925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264137401588697746" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV40hbPllWdzRG3m1-AYZgDIZe874kJGGEgS-RU6nDHgQYY86LBeofVA_o5w5jEzXLnHj_6UpzmT7qaRH4Vc51f7YrQK35bXqZKwHcsBIgS65yjef0c5BvmU0TfN_Jo_rRcFZLjzIBAjM/s1600-h/100_9931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV40hbPllWdzRG3m1-AYZgDIZe874kJGGEgS-RU6nDHgQYY86LBeofVA_o5w5jEzXLnHj_6UpzmT7qaRH4Vc51f7YrQK35bXqZKwHcsBIgS65yjef0c5BvmU0TfN_Jo_rRcFZLjzIBAjM/s320/100_9931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264133566585124738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Despite the fact that I had told Tyler I refused to let him have another birthday, we did have a little family party with the usual cake and presents. I had seen a cake in a magazine that I thought would be fun to make for Tyler-- not baby-ish, but still cooler than a plain frosted one. Tyler surprised me a little by his gratitude for my efforts, so that was nice! :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Instead of a "friend" party this year, we gave him the option of Ryan taking him and a friend to Six Flags, so Tyler brought along our cousin Andrew-- who brought sisters Kaitlyn and Jessica, and Kait's boyfriend, Chris. Actually, Chris brought everyone, since he drove up here from Corpus Christi. Ryan doesn't usually do roller coasters, but he did pretty well despite his tendency towards becoming green and passing out once they're over. (hahaha) Tyler had a blast and went on every big roller coaster in the park--some of them twice-- and had a great day! I'm so glad "the cousins" could make it up here to go with him!</span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-43846916171378275152008-09-23T07:41:00.000-07:002008-09-26T19:09:01.977-07:00CHECK-UP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwWwHTmnNssUAbt7Q4tOrRl5S_K_SWpaolUdNxBPwg11a4fIoKnBnH7cd5YgMFVKq3n-6pHdOjTXYg5BvDEt76ch1f4D67BQ-8k6pl8VtbDsy4HB0aP8DV5SsbcePw8bbreRydIWCYmg/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwWwHTmnNssUAbt7Q4tOrRl5S_K_SWpaolUdNxBPwg11a4fIoKnBnH7cd5YgMFVKq3n-6pHdOjTXYg5BvDEt76ch1f4D67BQ-8k6pl8VtbDsy4HB0aP8DV5SsbcePw8bbreRydIWCYmg/s320/DSC02491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249233751380845634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was time (once again) for Dylan's check-up with Dr. G, so yesterday Ryan took him to the hospital for his ultrasound, x-ray, blood work, and physical. Dylan was a "big boy" this time, and he laid on the table all by himself for his bladder ultrasound! (Daddy still held him for his belly one.) Ryan said that Dylan was very happy, cooperative, and a total angel until the very end of the appointment, when he asked Dr. G if he had to "get a poke". The doctor replied, "yes, but only one and I'll be fast." To that, apparently Dylan yelled, "NOOOO! I want MOMMY!" (I had to laugh when Ryan told me that--he's such a mama's boy sometimes) At least Ryan made sure that it was the doctor who was drawing blood this time and not the usual nurse (who always puts the needle in just a little OFF and then has to fish around under his skin for the vein), since Dr. G has a gift for doing it quickly, and doing it right on the first try!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We waited longer than usual for the results to come back (I think it was around 4:30 in the afternoon, so I got to stress out more than usual because I imagined all kinds of awful reasons why it was taking so long), but the doctor called and said that everything looks great, Dylan's kidney has grown as expected to compensate for the missing one, and we don't need to bring him back until February! (5 months from now, as opposed to the 3 month spans we've done since his surgery.) Our boy is healthy; I am grateful, I am hopeful, I'm happy.</span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-81913663253011859872008-09-19T15:48:00.000-07:002008-10-22T06:18:52.465-07:00WE'RE HAVING A BOY!<span style="font-weight: bold;">I had my 20-week appointment for our ultrasound on Tuesday! I left Dylan and Riley with my neighbor Abbey, who also happens to be my visiting teacher, and picked up Ryan from work (Tyler and Kayla were at school). Really, we can hardly believe that we're having another boy! Not that I had any feelings otherwise-- Dylan was the only child I really KNEW the sex of before we were told officially. (He's just my odd child all the way around! haha) Growing up with one brother and four sisters, I had always thought that I'd end up having a lot of girls, so this is a bit surprising for me! When I think about all the sporting events I will inevitably attend in the future, I can only say that it's probably my payback for all those years I forged my mom's signature to get out of P.E. (SORRY, MOM!) Still, I am pretty excited to have 3 little stair-step rugrat boys to take care of (in addition to my two older loves, of course!) I was a little sad, though, that we couldn't bring any of the kids with us, since Wilford Hall is a military hospital and they only allow 1 guest in the radiology department who must be over 12 years old. Bleh, stupid rules! Still, it was a nice mini-date for Ryan and me!</span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-85267286642728252692008-09-17T12:26:00.000-07:002008-09-24T09:12:03.917-07:00TAGGEDOk, Sarah, I'll play....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >A. ATTACHED OR SINGLE? attached for the past 10 years!<br />B. BEST FRIEND? my man<br />C. CAKE OR PIE? i'll take cheesecake any day<br />D. DAY OF THE WEEK? really like Friday and Saturday<br />E. ESSENTIAL ITEMS? family, friends, music, books, and dessert!<br />F. FAVORITE COLOR? green and all the colors in a sunset<br />G. GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS? swedish fish and sour patch kids<br />H. HOMETOWN? Santa Maria, CA (miss that weather!)<br />I. INDULGENCE? books and good conditioners<br />J. JANUARY OR JULY? January-- I hate being hot<br />K. KIDS? God willing, in Feb. I'll have 1 girl and 4 boys-- noisy house!<br />L. LIFE ISN'T COMPLETE WITHOUT? love and humor<br />M. MARRIAGE DATE? 1/9/1999<br />N. NUMBER OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS? 1 brother, 4 sisters<br />O. ORANGES OR APPLES? orange juice. or apples, if i get to dip 'em in cream cheesy, marshmallowy stuff<br />P. PHOBIAS OR FEARS? phobia-- snails and slugs, fear-- losing any of my loved ones<br />Q. QUOTE? "A kiss is a contraction of the mouth due to an enlargement of the heart" (anonymous) <br />"Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig." (Mark Twain)<br />"Too many people are ready to carry the stool when the piano needs to be moved" (anonymous)<br />....I could go on all day....<br />R. REASONS TO SMILE? a very blessed life<br />S. SUPERMAN OR WONDERWOMAN? Mystique<br />T. TAG 5 PEOPLE? I don't know if I've found 5 people on here I know yet.... How 'bout I'm tagging anyone who reads this?<br />U. UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME? I love love love to walk through model homes-- the pricier the better<br />V. VEGETABLES? the green ones. and the orange ones.<br />W. WORST HABIT? being late-- ahhhh, I am awful<br />X. X-RAY OR ULTRASOUND? whichever one's best suited for the needs!<br />Y. YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? dessert. (are ya seeing a theme here?) and anything from the Cheesecake Factory. and handrolls (only with cooked fish stuff in 'em) I think I'm hungry...<br />Z. Favorite website? </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.redenvelope.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">myspace or ebay</span></span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194517125667829903.post-11720256704321312592008-07-30T10:02:00.000-07:002008-09-24T09:14:12.155-07:00suckered<span style="font-weight: bold;">i now have a blog. yes, i have joined the ranks of tons of other mormon mommies, and i MAY even post things on here. occasionally.</span>kristen'n'thecrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375363815727536144noreply@blogger.com4