tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62490714668975058352024-03-14T00:15:13.092-07:00Hayes FamilyA look into our life!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-75260306251605056312012-09-26T12:48:00.000-07:002012-09-26T12:48:05.258-07:00Busy couple of months I have not posted for a while, we have been super busy. We purchased our first home the end of last month, so we have been busy packing, cleaning, and unpacking. We found a four bedroom, 2 bathroom house in Provo. It has a huge backyard, so now I can send the boys outside. I will post pictures of the house later. <br />
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Alexis turned one in August, boy how time flies!!<br />
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When we visited my family, I decided to take a picture for posterity's sake: <br /><br />
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I will try to post more about the house and our summer soon. <br />
<br />Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-55549883675176177802012-05-22T20:57:00.002-07:002012-05-22T20:57:53.913-07:00Heart Attack...I am so far behind I don't even know where to start. We have been so so busy, I have at least one appointment or meeting for West a week, and in between the meetings I am trying to work on the plans and objectives that West's OT and Developmental specialist have given me. We are seeing some improvements in West. He is starting to go to nursery without screaming and crying, which is a big improvement, but he is having problems being overly stimulated with light and sound, and his sleeping schedule is so crazy. He has a hard time with the sound of running water, the vacuum, and fans. They scare him and he just starts to cry. He is also very very aggressive with Alexis.<br />
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He is constantly pushing, hitting, or sitting on her. I honestly can't leave the room to throw a piece of garbage away, without him hurting her. It is hard to see, but when he comes near her, she starts to cry. I have tried so many different things, but nothing is working. Right now we are trying social stories, which are basically books that you write with someone's name in them and explain what they have to do in certain situations. Like "When West goes to sleep, West sleeps in his bed." I am really hoping that they will work.<br />
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Last night I woke up at three in the morning to West standing next to Aaron's side of the bed breathing really loud, talk about creepy. I told Aaron that West was by his bed and he about had a heart attack. I held West for a while and then put him back to bed. I laid down in bed and told Aaron that I would not be surprised if West came back in our room, I rolled over, and there West was, staring at me, I almost died. He was a ninja. I did not hear or see him come in the room, he must of followed me, what a goof ball he is.<br />
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In other news, I was released as the Relief Society President 2 weeks ago. That has reduced my stress level a lot. Alexis has also started to scoot, and she is giving the boys a run for their money.<br />
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A couple of days ago I was giving the kids a bath, I took Alexis out of the tub, and was getting her dressed, when I heard a splash. I ran back into the bathroom to find the floor covered in water, thank you West. It took me five towels to clean up all of the water. After I cleaned up the water I went back to finish dressing Alexis, and Jack yells "Mom, West just pooped in the tub." I had already cleaned one of his poopy diapers, before he got in the tub, so I was thinking that it would not be too awful, but boy was I wrong. It was horrid! Jack's reaction was quite funny though. Jack stood up on his tip toes and said, "This is a bad reality, this is a bad reality." I think that Jack's reaction is the only reason I did not lose it!<br />
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Jack's Temper:<br />
Monday I asked Jack to put his socks and shoes on, so that he could get ready for the bus. On his first attempt his toe got stuck, and he thought he was going to die, he started screaming, "I can't do it, mom do it for me." I told him that he needed to calm down by taking a deep breath, and try again. Well that did not work, he went crazy. I tried to ignore him, because when he gets like that, there is nothing I can do to calm him down. After about 5 minutes, he said, "Mom you know that picture on the wall of you and dad? Well you look really bad in it, you don't look nice at all." I took a deep breath and sent him to his room to cool down, Man he is four, where does he come up with this stuff? Needless to say he screamed and cried for a good twenty minutes.<br />
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At least Alexis is calm!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-28529913289236300432012-03-21T13:20:00.000-07:002012-03-21T13:20:10.894-07:00First day of Pre-K<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fA3GYwjJksk/T2o19EmJQHI/AAAAAAAAPSg/LPYY4bQ9550/s1600/20120319_112957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fA3GYwjJksk/T2o19EmJQHI/AAAAAAAAPSg/LPYY4bQ9550/s320/20120319_112957.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Three weeks ago Jack qualified for a pre-k program through the alpine school district, Monday was his first day of class. He will go Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 12:20-3:30, and he gets to ride the bus. The bus comes to our door to pick him up and drop him off, which is a huge help! He loves school, and it is a LOT quieter at home without him.<br />
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Aaron gave him a blessing Monday morning, it was such a sweet blessing, and of course I cried. Luckily I cried enough that morning, that I did not cry when I dropped him off for his first day. He loved school so much, that this morning, when he was angry, he yelled "I don't like being at home, I only like school." What a toot! It has been a little bit of an adjustment for West, he walks around the house asking for Jack, but he also likes the one on one attention that it gives him.<br />
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West also started a transition class today. It is every Wednesday from 11:30 till 1. This gives him a chance to play with other kids, while I am not there. He has had a very hard time lately when I leave his line of vision. He cries and cries during nursery, and follows me around the house like a sad little puppy dog. I must say it was so nice today having Jack and West at school. It was just this cutie: <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">and I, for about an hour and a half. The house was so quiet, and no one was crying or fighting, it was AMAZING!!! </div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-18867533894426674542012-03-05T12:48:00.001-08:002012-03-05T12:51:05.004-08:00Super heroAaron: "West who is your favorite superhero?"<br />West: "Mom!"<br />Aaron: "What is her super power?"<br />West: "Eating"<br /><br />It is a good thing he is so young, or I might have given him a whopping!!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-79769375003919310562012-02-07T12:48:00.000-08:002012-02-07T13:47:34.988-08:00Hard to swallowYesterday West was diagnosed with aspergers syndrome, and the doctor told us that most likely Jack has it as well. We only took West to the psychologists, but he asked about our other children. We were told that aspergers is inherited, and is more common in boys than girls, and if one of your boys has it, then more than likely your others will too. Aspergers is an autism spectrum disorder, that is characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction, and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests.<br /><br />The symptoms West has:<br />*Easily frustrated- when West tries to do anything and it does not go his way, he completely melts down, sobs, cries, and he can't be comforted. I try to hold him and he just wants down.<br />*West hates change, he just can't handle it. When I want him to do something other than what he is doing he completely melts down.<br />*Taking him anywhere is a chore, I never know how long he will last. I honestly can't remember the last time I took him to the store without him throwing a huge tantrum. I dread taking him anywhere, even though I want too.<br />*West is very anxious in social situations, whenever we go to the mall to play, he basically just sits on my lap, I can tell he is very uncomfortable. When he first entered nursery he sat on the nursery leaders lap for 4 months, before he would get down and play.<br />*He has a very hard time looking people in the eyes, again very uncomfortable for him.<br />*When he plays with a toy he is very focused and it is hard to pull him away.<br />*Rocks when he is angry or frustrated.<br />*He hates light touch.<br />*Wants to play by himself, and there is only one specific way to play with each toy. He will line his toys up and if they are touched by anymore, the world has ended.<br /><br />Jack exhibits a lot of those qualities, but since he talked early and interacts really well with others, I never ever even thought that he had any problems, especially aspergers. When the psychologists said he probably did I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.<br /><br />For a while Aaron and I had known that there was something different with West, but we were not quite sure what it was, but I never suspected anything with Jack. After the psychologists explained things to us, a lot of Jacks actions, and melt downs seemed to fit as well. Anytime someone touches his toys he dies, and I can't calm him down. He wants me to play with him, but only a specific way. And apparently a lot of aspergers kids talk early, and are really smart. But not only do they talk early, they have one-sided conversations, and tend to be up in your face, which describes Jack perfectly.<br /><br />I knew that West was having problems, but not having any idea that Jack did, really hit me hard. My boys have been really hard, but I thought for the most part that they were just being boys. I have wondered what I was doing wrong, why don't they just understand me, and listen. Most days I am at my wits end, and I hate to say it, but most days I lose it with them. I am a very patient person, and I could just not understand where my patients had gone. Now knowing that there has been something else at work kind of out of my control and helped.<br /><br />We are going to be putting West into a program for kids with aspergers, and looking at getting him into a special pre-k that starts at age three. We were told that if we start early, and work with our boys, that they should be able to go to normal elementary schools, and will be able to adjust. They will have aspergers their whole life, but we can manage their symptoms, and they should be able to live normal lives. Knowledge is power, and I am so grateful that I know what is going on and will be given tools to help my boys and Aaron and I. I am also so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and Savior, who are constantly comforting me, and for supportive family and friends.Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-49601369782718245112012-01-26T20:54:00.000-08:002012-01-26T20:56:58.717-08:00FailLast night before taking the boys to bed Aaron told them he loved them:<br /><br />Aaron: "Jack, I love you more than candy."<br />Jack: "Dad, I love candy more than you."<br /><br />Aaron: "West, I love you more than cake."<br />West: "Oh"<br /><br />It was pretty funny, poor Aaron.Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-85274119275193443062012-01-10T11:43:00.000-08:002012-01-10T12:12:31.282-08:00Memorable Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_01Z2NKPCM/TwyYVaWQPjI/AAAAAAAAPPw/d92JpyS4BjQ/s1600/20120106_171347.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_01Z2NKPCM/TwyYVaWQPjI/AAAAAAAAPPw/d92JpyS4BjQ/s400/20120106_171347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696095122334170674" border="0" /></a><br />Recently Jack has come up with some pretty funny quotes, we just have no idea what is going to come out of his mouth.<br /><br />Jack's first joke: "Hey mom, I love you too too too, get it, too too too. I made a joke." And he constantly uses his joke.<br /><br />During his prayer last night, "Thank you Heavenly Father for not letting the dinosaurs come back to life on the earth, and eat us."<br /><br />Yesterday Jack told West that it was OK with him that West played with his own toy. I told Jack that he was not the mom and did not get to tell West what he could and could not do, Jack's response to me, "Thats OK with me mom that you told me that."<br /><br />When West and Jack play in there room, they make quite the mess, and generally put all of their toys in front of the door, I over heard Jack say to West, "Come on West we can get out, dig, keep digging."<br /><br />I am so far behind on posting, so here are some pictures:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1vBNcAQzIs/TwyXvJLH3WI/AAAAAAAAPO0/cKars9qPEhA/s1600/20110929_132535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1vBNcAQzIs/TwyXvJLH3WI/AAAAAAAAPO0/cKars9qPEhA/s400/20110929_132535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696094464889052514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rLDQ0_lajM/TwyXwF-q-8I/AAAAAAAAPPM/d0-8c_uJMbU/s1600/20111229_104101.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rLDQ0_lajM/TwyXwF-q-8I/AAAAAAAAPPM/d0-8c_uJMbU/s400/20111229_104101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696094481211390914" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack LOVES holding Alexis<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5mLJa7uMUk/TwyYU4MCyCI/AAAAAAAAPPk/I01Fv-e_AVY/s1600/20111123_042808.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5mLJa7uMUk/TwyYU4MCyCI/AAAAAAAAPPk/I01Fv-e_AVY/s400/20111123_042808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696095113164539938" border="0" /></a>West sleeping on the car ride to Texas<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SafO6pEcDE/TwyYUTgr4RI/AAAAAAAAPPY/nExg1_gbBZc/s1600/20111114_113737.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SafO6pEcDE/TwyYUTgr4RI/AAAAAAAAPPY/nExg1_gbBZc/s400/20111114_113737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696095103319007506" border="0" /></a>I use a stroller for time out, because they will not stay on their beds, Jack figured out how to walk while being buckled.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax32OV6oweo/TwyXvteQjzI/AAAAAAAAPPA/1iuKvnmfGSY/s1600/20111102_163340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax32OV6oweo/TwyXvteQjzI/AAAAAAAAPPA/1iuKvnmfGSY/s400/20111102_163340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696094474632990514" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkrv6Yh1I-s/TwyaI9oX4eI/AAAAAAAAPQI/FUHRgw8D_gs/s1600/IMG_8239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkrv6Yh1I-s/TwyaI9oX4eI/AAAAAAAAPQI/FUHRgw8D_gs/s400/IMG_8239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696097107490365922" border="0" /></a>We got family pictures done a couple months ago, as you can tell the kids were thrilled<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eCIw0tma8M/TwyaIb1xWrI/AAAAAAAAPP8/uYdPqKbmCow/s1600/21.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eCIw0tma8M/TwyaIb1xWrI/AAAAAAAAPP8/uYdPqKbmCow/s400/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696097098419755698" border="0" /></a>They all cried at some point<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj6tVoyZuFs/TwyaJfByASI/AAAAAAAAPQU/9wgMitJSQVs/s1600/IMG_8766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj6tVoyZuFs/TwyaJfByASI/AAAAAAAAPQU/9wgMitJSQVs/s400/IMG_8766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696097116455305506" border="0" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaBQSIn8i60/TwybTkiwDqI/AAAAAAAAPQs/5vG2HhLMumQ/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaBQSIn8i60/TwybTkiwDqI/AAAAAAAAPQs/5vG2HhLMumQ/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098389246086818" border="0" /></a>It was really sunny, so we are all squinting<br /></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-42101396986496284512011-11-29T11:08:00.000-08:002011-11-29T11:14:36.890-08:00In loveOn Sunday at church Jack saw a pretty girl, this is the conversation he proceeded to have with Maga (Grandma Hayes) :<br /><br />Jack, "Who is that?"<br />Maga: "Sara"<br />Jack: "I have ever wanted to meet her, she is beautiful. I know, I will meet her in primary."<br /><br />Jack loves the ladies!!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-66092987974220842682011-11-17T11:48:00.000-08:002011-11-18T13:53:28.483-08:00Birth Story-pictures<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>I know Alexis is almost four months, but I just got these pictures. Someone in our branch, Emmalie Prigmore took these pictures for us:<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgbBc0QaFU/TsVwuV9jnJI/AAAAAAAAPLE/GhOHd46PYuc/s1600/2-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylgbBc0QaFU/TsVwuV9jnJI/AAAAAAAAPLE/GhOHd46PYuc/s400/2-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676066846842002578" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_-lzmdXDc/TsVwuja6-7I/AAAAAAAAPLQ/xwSaWjck4Bs/s1600/9-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_-lzmdXDc/TsVwuja6-7I/AAAAAAAAPLQ/xwSaWjck4Bs/s400/9-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676066850454830002" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPOPDLCTgv0/TsVwu5NHW9I/AAAAAAAAPLc/u6kZKJ2SdEk/s1600/13-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPOPDLCTgv0/TsVwu5NHW9I/AAAAAAAAPLc/u6kZKJ2SdEk/s400/13-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676066856302500818" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbtX_ttWcVc/TsVw-KbUqJI/AAAAAAAAPLo/cyrYteM17zw/s1600/16-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbtX_ttWcVc/TsVw-KbUqJI/AAAAAAAAPLo/cyrYteM17zw/s400/16-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067118623533202" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spg7m9CGUqY/TsVw_K5ULHI/AAAAAAAAPMA/tGZzPXJtSWM/s1600/30-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spg7m9CGUqY/TsVw_K5ULHI/AAAAAAAAPMA/tGZzPXJtSWM/s400/30-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067135929199730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1zFvuTX2Ow/TsVmrHJDTCI/AAAAAAAAPKI/hpMMdnaa3AY/s1600/67.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1zFvuTX2Ow/TsVmrHJDTCI/AAAAAAAAPKI/hpMMdnaa3AY/s400/67.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676055796207799330" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Harward<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-RslP16BAk/TsVw-hLM7lI/AAAAAAAAPL0/LQFjj_vZGbA/s1600/24-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-RslP16BAk/TsVw-hLM7lI/AAAAAAAAPL0/LQFjj_vZGbA/s400/24-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067124729933394" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7lw5yC0C50/TsVmq6YUDQI/AAAAAAAAPJ8/aC8l83WeVmY/s1600/85.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7lw5yC0C50/TsVmq6YUDQI/AAAAAAAAPJ8/aC8l83WeVmY/s400/85.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676055792782150914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Debbie, my nurse<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egqTx9iLpP8/TsVxQLBYXMI/AAAAAAAAPMM/uUzSwsW5CNY/s1600/36-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egqTx9iLpP8/TsVxQLBYXMI/AAAAAAAAPMM/uUzSwsW5CNY/s400/36-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067428020804802" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIEz62w7IAo/TsVx5Gf-QDI/AAAAAAAAPNg/AezfYG0YDLs/s1600/53.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIEz62w7IAo/TsVx5Gf-QDI/AAAAAAAAPNg/AezfYG0YDLs/s400/53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676068131181576242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy and tired<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V5wtYWUzz8/TsVxQW0tmaI/AAAAAAAAPMc/hNWiLXlz1qI/s1600/37-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V5wtYWUzz8/TsVxQW0tmaI/AAAAAAAAPMc/hNWiLXlz1qI/s400/37-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067431188896162" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCxDsAwwfa8/TsVxRKyjOxI/AAAAAAAAPMk/kDHk1GYO854/s1600/38-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCxDsAwwfa8/TsVxRKyjOxI/AAAAAAAAPMk/kDHk1GYO854/s400/38-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067445138471698" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAQf0-zommc/TsVxk6ckGMI/AAAAAAAAPM8/XtkqiJMwrAc/s1600/50-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAQf0-zommc/TsVxk6ckGMI/AAAAAAAAPM8/XtkqiJMwrAc/s400/50-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067784348670146" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWiSqRcZje8/TsVxlKymnoI/AAAAAAAAPNI/rjRls_CW3jw/s1600/51-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWiSqRcZje8/TsVxlKymnoI/AAAAAAAAPNI/rjRls_CW3jw/s400/51-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067788736077442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Holding dad's finger<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHStAL87AIc/TsVxkoO9L_I/AAAAAAAAPMw/76rqfTxJN74/s1600/42-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHStAL87AIc/TsVxkoO9L_I/AAAAAAAAPMw/76rqfTxJN74/s400/42-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067779459756018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_zAUnGlYso/TsVmQd8H_DI/AAAAAAAAPJY/c9EYuD4PCn4/s1600/56.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_zAUnGlYso/TsVmQd8H_DI/AAAAAAAAPJY/c9EYuD4PCn4/s400/56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676055338471128114" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1oltgitTUg/TsVmQunoGoI/AAAAAAAAPJk/ZaduNFC8JPk/s1600/57.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1oltgitTUg/TsVmQunoGoI/AAAAAAAAPJk/ZaduNFC8JPk/s400/57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676055342948555394" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Holding Alexis for the first time<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeyFknmnn40/TsVx55NRkjI/AAAAAAAAPNs/cf07A_jmNE4/s1600/73.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeyFknmnn40/TsVx55NRkjI/AAAAAAAAPNs/cf07A_jmNE4/s400/73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676068144793358898" border="0" /></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brbhXvfUAoE/TsVmrirVxCI/AAAAAAAAPKU/CFEG1VLxy_o/s1600/74.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brbhXvfUAoE/TsVmrirVxCI/AAAAAAAAPKU/CFEG1VLxy_o/s400/74.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676055803599373346" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH1LnIJCt5g/TsVyF7YFuFI/AAAAAAAAPN4/JaS_ACfw5iM/s1600/82.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH1LnIJCt5g/TsVyF7YFuFI/AAAAAAAAPN4/JaS_ACfw5iM/s400/82.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676068351534020690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbmBhmGmDqk/TsVyGQITDOI/AAAAAAAAPOE/I1Ds3NIFJ-M/s1600/83.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbmBhmGmDqk/TsVyGQITDOI/AAAAAAAAPOE/I1Ds3NIFJ-M/s400/83.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676068357104930018" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my favorite picture!<br /></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-67945633440580575262011-10-07T16:26:00.000-07:002011-10-27T15:52:21.962-07:00Slackeri have been a slacker, or just really busy. West turned two on September 17th. I attempted to make him a Mickey Mouse cake, but it turned out pretty creepy...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkQ1TUSiYko/To-PZJbNQXI/AAAAAAAAPHc/mb6Xe7DET0w/s1600/P1000393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkQ1TUSiYko/To-PZJbNQXI/AAAAAAAAPHc/mb6Xe7DET0w/s400/P1000393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660900918817538418" border="0" /></a>I think my cake making days are over. West had his two month appointment, and we were sent to a specialist for his legs. He has one leg longer than the other and knock knees. He had x-rays taken and the doctor said that he should grow out of the knock knees, but she is going to monitor the length of his legs. I hope West gets use to his different leg lengths, cause this kid falls all of the time. Last week he had three bloody noses, and a huge bruise on the rim of his nose. This week he fell and scraped his face on the side of our table. His face is constantly bruised. The doctor said it was normal for kids to fall a lot, but I don't think this much.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDfhoMM1eiM/TqncRbiRpTI/AAAAAAAAPHk/MyAvj4VAiq8/s1600/20110929_132716.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDfhoMM1eiM/TqncRbiRpTI/AAAAAAAAPHk/MyAvj4VAiq8/s400/20110929_132716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668303798029886770" border="0" /></a>Happy boy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlZ8nD7a4RQ/TqncsmZ8MNI/AAAAAAAAPII/5Z5EXYOas8A/s1600/20110929_132549.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlZ8nD7a4RQ/TqncsmZ8MNI/AAAAAAAAPII/5Z5EXYOas8A/s400/20110929_132549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668304264804184274" border="0" /></a>Creepy boy<br /></div><br />Alexis is almost three months old, time has flown bye. She is now sleeping 10-12 hours at night, and is so so calm. I put her to bed at about 9 and she wakes up around 7. She is completely different than our boys. I did not know a baby could be so calm and happy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpe1l_GC7KI/TqncRrrt-dI/AAAAAAAAPHs/Ey0XMPrLDdg/s1600/20110925_101854.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpe1l_GC7KI/TqncRrrt-dI/AAAAAAAAPHs/Ey0XMPrLDdg/s400/20110925_101854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668303802364459474" border="0" /></a><br />Ready for church<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVA1arxlsVs/Tqncs2E23yI/AAAAAAAAPIU/VgBPED-gvQQ/s1600/20111007_230627.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVA1arxlsVs/Tqncs2E23yI/AAAAAAAAPIU/VgBPED-gvQQ/s400/20111007_230627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668304269010722594" border="0" /></a><br />Chillen with Uncle Devin<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLyi-FnX6rI/TqndoQQYNbI/AAAAAAAAPIs/btXc-NLwvWI/s1600/20111002_114520.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OLyi-FnX6rI/TqndoQQYNbI/AAAAAAAAPIs/btXc-NLwvWI/s400/20111002_114520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668305289650648498" border="0" /></a><br />Smiles<br /></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsMr22AAlqg/Tqndov-TI7I/AAAAAAAAPI4/TN5-lq4L62o/s1600/20111009_145831.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsMr22AAlqg/Tqndov-TI7I/AAAAAAAAPI4/TN5-lq4L62o/s400/20111009_145831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668305298164753330" border="0" /></a></div>Her blessing day, wearing the same dress I did.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jack continues to be silly. He is constantly making silly remarks:<br />-Talking about Alexis: "I think I will make her my pet."<br />Talking to Chomper (my parent's dog) : "I said to wait three minutes and I would be back, just be patient."<br />- "Chomper Hess, you listen to me."<br />He is also Mr. bossy pants. He told me the other day that I was his slave, but I nipped that in the bud.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJKxRDxkuX0/TqncRx2uCdI/AAAAAAAAPH8/X_px7C-ZQjE/s1600/20110930_152735.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJKxRDxkuX0/TqncRx2uCdI/AAAAAAAAPH8/X_px7C-ZQjE/s400/20110930_152735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668303804021213650" border="0" /></a>I asked him to smile<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf3hzfq9Kyg/TqnctsOYc6I/AAAAAAAAPIg/4YDSrd9VyVQ/s1600/20111022_115638.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf3hzfq9Kyg/TqnctsOYc6I/AAAAAAAAPIg/4YDSrd9VyVQ/s400/20111022_115638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668304283546186658" border="0" /></a>Fishing with Memaw<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEdighlCprQ/TqnfW5jp7xI/AAAAAAAAPJE/hHu5bK1iLPo/s1600/20111022_124300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEdighlCprQ/TqnfW5jp7xI/AAAAAAAAPJE/hHu5bK1iLPo/s400/20111022_124300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668307190522965778" border="0" /></a><br />Breanna caught the fish, and then had Jack reel it in.<br /></div></div></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-3325618737047097012011-09-04T22:10:00.000-07:002011-09-04T22:28:33.214-07:00Pictures<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-JpDTiYwbI/TmRdZROYSOI/AAAAAAAAPG8/Tj6xEr8G2ww/s1600/P1000352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-JpDTiYwbI/TmRdZROYSOI/AAAAAAAAPG8/Tj6xEr8G2ww/s400/P1000352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648742521331271906" border="0" /></a>
<br />Getting ready for the big game
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<br />Jack just adores her
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<br />The flowers Aaron got me, after I delivered
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<br />Every time Jack holds Alexis, he asks me to take a picture.
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<br />This picture cracks me up
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<br />Cheese
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<br />I wore this dress when I was a baby
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<br />We went to the hospital Monday, August 8th, at 5 am, to be induced. When we got to the hospital I was at a 2 and 80% effaced. They monitored me for about an hour before they stared the pitocin, to make sure Alexis would be able to handle being induced. About 7:15 they started the pitocin. They checked me again and I was at a 3. I knew I wanted an epidural, but I kept debating on when I should get it. The contractions were starting to come, but they were not that bad. About 9 am my doctor came in and broke my water, I decided that I needed the epidural.
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<br />I got the epidural about 9:30, and I was still at a 3. Alexis's heart rate started to dip, so I had to lay on my left side. The nurse told me that the epidural worked with gravity, so that my left side might be pretty numb, but that my right side might not be. About 10:45 they checked me again and I was at a 5. My left side was really numb, and luckily my right side was still numb.
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<br />Around 11 I thought I could feel the contractions, and I was getting nervous. I started to feel the urge to push. I called my nurse (whom I loved) and sure enough I was at a 10. I had gone from a 5 to a 10 in about 15 minutes. My doctor was seeing another patient and I was told he would not be there for about 5-10 minutes. Every time a contraction came I wanted to push, it was so hard not to. The nurse kept telling me not to push, it took everything I had not to push. I felt like she was just going to come out on her own. My doctor got to my room about five minutes later, and I stared pushing at 11:15. Alexis was born at 11:24. It took three sets of pushes to get her out.
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<br />I only put on 20 lbs with this pregnancy, and I was quite a bit smaller, than I was with the boys. My doctor thought she was going to weigh around 7 lbs, so when we found out she was 8 lbs. 3 oz. and 20.5 inches long we were all surprised. My entire labor was 4.5 hours. What a blessing Alexis is on our lives.
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<br />She has such a different temperament than our boys, she is so calm, and sleeps really well. Jack just adores her. He asks to hold her all of the time, and wants his picture taken with her. He told me that he was going to take care of her, and I could take care of West. West is not quite sure what to think yet.
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<br />Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-26522529113229028592011-07-27T22:13:00.001-07:002011-07-27T22:40:04.429-07:00Mom vs. BeastSince I have been put on partial bed rest, due to high blood pressure, this past month has been pretty challenging. I know it has been really hard on the boys, because I just can't do as much with them. I am supposed to stay out of the sun as much a possible, so taking them outside is not really an option. I have had help from friends and family, but I can tell they are craving my attention, and doing anything to get it.<br /><br />Yesterday was a long day. After yelling and crying most of the morning, I decided it was time to put the boys down for a much needed nap. Jack has recently learned how to climb down from the top bunk, and he was not to keen on the thought of taking a nap. He kept climbing out of bed and playing with West, so I moved him to my bed. I told him to stay in bed and not to touch anything. About an hour later he came out of my room and said, "I took a good nap." I noticed he had pen all over his arms and legs, so I went to investigate my room, and found a disaster.<br /><br />Jack had found and broken my real pearl necklace that Aaron had given me, he ate a whole tube of my chap stick, he also ate a red sucker that Aaron had in his drawer, on our comforter, making a huge mess. He could tell I was not happy with him and so he said, "Oh I'm sorry mom."<br /><br />I did not know what to do with him, I was so mad, but did not raise my voice and stayed pretty calm. I had to give him a shower to get all of the pen off of him, then I fed him dinner, and sent him to bed at 5. So of course he screamed until West came to bed at 7. A little while later, I heard a scream coming from the boys room. I opened the door and West was screaming bloody murder. Jack had taken a wooden toy and thrown it at his head. Again Jack looks at me with a smile and says, "Oh I'm sorry mom."<br /><br />As if that was not enough I go and check on the boys a couple of hours later, and find ALL of their toys thrown all over the floor in their room, along with the stuffing from Jack's pillow, which he ripped open. I took all of the toys and put them up high, and took what was left of Jack's pillow away from him, and told him he lost it. After they had finally fallen asleep I went to check on them, and Jack had taken West's pillow and was fast asleep on it. I am so glad that not everyday is that bad!<br /><br />In fact my sister Jocelyn saved me and took Jack this afternoon, and he is spending the night at her house. It is a good thing that I love my little beast, and if I am lucky I think my necklace might be covered under kay's protection plan.Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-64038243110936690912011-07-05T15:28:00.001-07:002011-07-05T15:31:30.582-07:00DreamsJack told me that last night he "dreamed of wonderful stuff." I asked him what his dream was about, and he said "princesses and make-up." He then replied that most of of the his dreams are bad and about scary dinosaurs. Oh dear.Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-74834711294950393252011-06-20T12:17:00.000-07:002011-06-20T12:35:05.336-07:00Long time no blogNot a lot has happened since the last time I posted. West is walking like a pro and talking really well. I am 32 weeks along, time has gone by so fast, probably because I have been so busy. Jack is a chatty Kathy, he talks more than any girl I know. I often have to tell him to take a breath, but I do love him! Aaron is still working at Wasatch, and loving it. Here are some pictures from the last little while.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bhSePZ9ESw/Tf-e1Vhn9LI/AAAAAAAAPEg/f8dggH_KPzE/s1600/P1000158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bhSePZ9ESw/Tf-e1Vhn9LI/AAAAAAAAPEg/f8dggH_KPzE/s320/P1000158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620385499130098866" border="0" /></a>Super hero Jack<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5o1kmt0JZo/Tf-etAY6ajI/AAAAAAAAPEY/V69W3M5kOJ4/s1600/P1000152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5o1kmt0JZo/Tf-etAY6ajI/AAAAAAAAPEY/V69W3M5kOJ4/s320/P1000152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620385356017461810" border="0" /></a><br />Aunt Anne came to visit after her knee surgery<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2RCZ-oWi_s/Tf-e2erhhGI/AAAAAAAAPEo/QFhzpbbdm8s/s1600/P1000163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2RCZ-oWi_s/Tf-e2erhhGI/AAAAAAAAPEo/QFhzpbbdm8s/s320/P1000163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620385518767408226" border="0" /></a>Dino Time<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZM1q3HlBtE/Tf-fkdwTS4I/AAAAAAAAPEw/KPdNStcUTnQ/s1600/P1000176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZM1q3HlBtE/Tf-fkdwTS4I/AAAAAAAAPEw/KPdNStcUTnQ/s320/P1000176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620386308792994690" border="0" /></a><br />Making scones for dad on Father's day<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlH0XJdskoU/Tf-fkn8K7RI/AAAAAAAAPE4/qmZJ0ra4GlI/s1600/P1000179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlH0XJdskoU/Tf-fkn8K7RI/AAAAAAAAPE4/qmZJ0ra4GlI/s320/P1000179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620386311527132434" border="0" /></a>Kind of a scary smile<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FqwO8X4uQw/Tf-flPfteAI/AAAAAAAAPFA/oDep2w5IjB0/s1600/P1000184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FqwO8X4uQw/Tf-flPfteAI/AAAAAAAAPFA/oDep2w5IjB0/s320/P1000184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620386322145179650" border="0" /></a>New hair<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGhla9XQ3U/Tf-gPtYohXI/AAAAAAAAPFQ/Ei6sv3qhl8s/s1600/P1000202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGhla9XQ3U/Tf-gPtYohXI/AAAAAAAAPFQ/Ei6sv3qhl8s/s320/P1000202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387051723064690" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJhWB3Ej1pk/Tf-gOx5O1aI/AAAAAAAAPFI/LwVa8NTKxSs/s1600/P1000194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJhWB3Ej1pk/Tf-gOx5O1aI/AAAAAAAAPFI/LwVa8NTKxSs/s320/P1000194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387035753665954" border="0" /></a>Handsome boys<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-KCfSMz4FM/Tf-gQG49BeI/AAAAAAAAPFY/SfEkkN8B6tA/s1600/P1000203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-KCfSMz4FM/Tf-gQG49BeI/AAAAAAAAPFY/SfEkkN8B6tA/s320/P1000203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387058569512418" border="0" /></a>West and Mom<br /></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-3029362954155586132011-05-08T20:27:00.000-07:002011-05-08T21:01:25.217-07:00Almost 20 months...... and he is WalkingWest has started walking! He has been working with a physical therapist for about three months, and started walking about a week ago. It makes me so happy to see him walking around the house. He is so much happier, and loves chasing Jack around.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_JATTbVLz13puN4mphyMo5RonM326ZXU6-iht1gOXzIf8HPJM1-I6YW1xWwfIAmUDRSgyjRS5lHFjtj6HPA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here are some pictures from recently:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpHyeDRIaiw/TcdjJdi6coI/AAAAAAAAPC8/x5uCxfUvyfo/s1600/P1000016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpHyeDRIaiw/TcdjJdi6coI/AAAAAAAAPC8/x5uCxfUvyfo/s320/P1000016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604557275486909058" border="0" /></a><br />Maga got the boys shirts from her trip to Florida.<br />Jack's new smile, tilting his head all the way back.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flXjiOa9-kg/TcdjJ1J6j1I/AAAAAAAAPDE/nMZbHKYUMmo/s1600/P1000042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flXjiOa9-kg/TcdjJ1J6j1I/AAAAAAAAPDE/nMZbHKYUMmo/s320/P1000042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604557281824509778" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday we went to Bridal Veil Falls<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8Kzd914peQ/Tcdjrk__2aI/AAAAAAAAPDU/TvH0NO05VV0/s1600/P1000034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8Kzd914peQ/Tcdjrk__2aI/AAAAAAAAPDU/TvH0NO05VV0/s320/P1000034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604557861603498402" border="0" /></a>Jack and Dad<br /></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9-1qrSkR0/TcdjrOIXOiI/AAAAAAAAPDM/EWNBYJQ_bC0/s1600/P1000028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9-1qrSkR0/TcdjrOIXOiI/AAAAAAAAPDM/EWNBYJQ_bC0/s320/P1000028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604557855464569378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">West loved his new found freedom!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mothers day was so nice. Aaron got up with the boys, and and made breakfast with Jack. Jack also got to sing in sacrament meeting, and had his first talk in primary. He did a wonderful job! Aaron then grilled Steaks for dinner. I was definitely spoiled, and loved every minute of it!<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sk-0Hhq8tzU/TcdkZynAWWI/AAAAAAAAPDs/KHqTtWdVfbM/s1600/P1000044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sk-0Hhq8tzU/TcdkZynAWWI/AAAAAAAAPDs/KHqTtWdVfbM/s320/P1000044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604558655530752354" border="0" /></a><br />Mother's day morning<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrc5WXB7kE/TcdkZSykuHI/AAAAAAAAPDk/nPsYWNr7IkM/s1600/P1000046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mHrc5WXB7kE/TcdkZSykuHI/AAAAAAAAPDk/nPsYWNr7IkM/s320/P1000046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604558646989338738" border="0" /></a>Jack making Hash-browns<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbAU_1z0R_o/TcdkaNjx9AI/AAAAAAAAPD0/UvYMrK_nPQU/s1600/P1000075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbAU_1z0R_o/TcdkaNjx9AI/AAAAAAAAPD0/UvYMrK_nPQU/s320/P1000075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604558662764983298" border="0" /></a>Sunday Attire<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j04YFzHnbY/TcdmPXrBpqI/AAAAAAAAPD8/pKiG-u3rKdc/s1600/P1000079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j04YFzHnbY/TcdmPXrBpqI/AAAAAAAAPD8/pKiG-u3rKdc/s320/P1000079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604560675524421282" border="0" /></a>I could not get the boys to smile<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqcDssQ5_Lw/TcdmP1PNsjI/AAAAAAAAPEE/eX8boftK5VM/s1600/P1000080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqcDssQ5_Lw/TcdmP1PNsjI/AAAAAAAAPEE/eX8boftK5VM/s320/P1000080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604560683460833842" border="0" /></a>26 weeks. And West is very happy!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuXvnriUi3k/TcdmQH9cfDI/AAAAAAAAPEM/KBdAZIDnz48/s1600/P1000087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuXvnriUi3k/TcdmQH9cfDI/AAAAAAAAPEM/KBdAZIDnz48/s320/P1000087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604560688486579250" border="0" /></a></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-8891302294009336022011-04-24T14:26:00.001-07:002011-04-24T15:09:24.332-07:00Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvKy5SgvvVo/TbSW253o3WI/AAAAAAAAPCE/D1Pgk1OxCQM/s1600/DSC03233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvKy5SgvvVo/TbSW253o3WI/AAAAAAAAPCE/D1Pgk1OxCQM/s400/DSC03233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599266106719657314" border="0" /></a><br />For Easter this year, we had an Easter egg hunt with a family in our Branch on Saturday. There were 6 kids, but about 100 candy eggs. We went a little overboard, and now we have tons of candy, but they all enjoyed it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFXN9z-8mQ/TbSW2lBD4OI/AAAAAAAAPB8/3HHCbPFtQ_E/s1600/DSC03221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVFXN9z-8mQ/TbSW2lBD4OI/AAAAAAAAPB8/3HHCbPFtQ_E/s400/DSC03221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599266101122031842" border="0" /></a>Jack filled his basket 4 times<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-54rB8HTTg/TbSW3PKCrhI/AAAAAAAAPCM/d-m-TTznsmM/s1600/DSC03234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-54rB8HTTg/TbSW3PKCrhI/AAAAAAAAPCM/d-m-TTznsmM/s400/DSC03234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599266112433991186" border="0" /></a><br />Getting loot!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZIa0xYVJsE/TbSXl8NyP4I/AAAAAAAAPCU/D3OgndK3Nrk/s1600/DSC03223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZIa0xYVJsE/TbSXl8NyP4I/AAAAAAAAPCU/D3OgndK3Nrk/s320/DSC03223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599266914803269506" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday morning the boys got their Easter baskets.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEH4FXgRw8c/TbSZlc6PcFI/AAAAAAAAPCc/hcle80or5Xk/s1600/DSC03237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEH4FXgRw8c/TbSZlc6PcFI/AAAAAAAAPCc/hcle80or5Xk/s320/DSC03237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599269105423052882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th7aZiM66sY/TbSZl3H7RQI/AAAAAAAAPCk/USEK65HFj8I/s1600/DSC03240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th7aZiM66sY/TbSZl3H7RQI/AAAAAAAAPCk/USEK65HFj8I/s320/DSC03240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599269112459773186" border="0" /></a><br />We were having a fun Easter morning, until West stuck a sweet tart bunny in his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing. He started coughing, and was having a hard time breathing. He then began throwing up, but still could not get the candy out. We could tell he was in a lot of pain, Aaron hit him on the back a couple of times, and West was able to breath better, but the candy was still stuck. He kept coughing and throwing up, but was eventually able to breath a little better. Since he was breathing ok now, I just held him, he looked so tired, after about thirty minutes he threw up again. We called the doctor and they told us the candy should dissolve, and just to keep an eye one him. Finally about an hour and half after he popped the candy in his mouth, he had his energy back and was playing with Jack. I don't know if I am ever going to buy that candy again for Easter.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUw1uKZDkqw/TbSe2FTfdUI/AAAAAAAAPCs/rGtl2FojU3Y/s1600/DSC03246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUw1uKZDkqw/TbSe2FTfdUI/AAAAAAAAPCs/rGtl2FojU3Y/s400/DSC03246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599274888702424386" border="0" /></a>The boys in their new ties<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjS7ILVGu2Q/TbSe2YuWS8I/AAAAAAAAPC0/iiHVdKOueUI/s1600/DSC03248.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjS7ILVGu2Q/TbSe2YuWS8I/AAAAAAAAPC0/iiHVdKOueUI/s400/DSC03248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599274893915343810" border="0" /></a></div></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-80520400950922533542011-04-18T12:23:00.000-07:002011-04-18T12:56:59.588-07:00Chair Spin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39JnWKjMmz8/TayVH_YtkJI/AAAAAAAAPBc/TUhQ6jVu4FI/s1600/DSC03186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39JnWKjMmz8/TayVH_YtkJI/AAAAAAAAPBc/TUhQ6jVu4FI/s400/DSC03186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597012401421389970" border="0" /></a>Today I spent about thirty minutes spinning the boys in our computer chair. Jack kept asking me to spin them faster, and then would promptly, say slow down. West was just enjoying himself, he was laughing and singing. Jack and West are similar with their temper, but quite different other wise. West is our dare devil, and well Jack is kind of scared of everything.<br /><br />Jack freaks out when:<br />-He gets a drop of water on him, he completely strips his clothes off<br />-He gets the slightest bit dirty<br />-He goes swimming, or goes down a slide<br />-A bug comes any where near him<br /><br />We are hoping West will cure him. West gets into anything and loves being dirty. Saturday he tried to eat a rollie pollie, and constantly eats dirt. He will leap off the couch, jump into the water (from his bum, cause he is still not walking) and loves wrestling. It is funny how different they are.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l1sTZnqYwQ/TayVIeyPwLI/AAAAAAAAPBk/sZeK3USuqP4/s1600/DSC03194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l1sTZnqYwQ/TayVIeyPwLI/AAAAAAAAPBk/sZeK3USuqP4/s400/DSC03194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597012409849987250" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39JnWKjMmz8/TayVH_YtkJI/AAAAAAAAPBc/TUhQ6jVu4FI/s1600/DSC03186.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was right in the middle of a spin, they both look high, or sick<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsNMb3KK17E/TayUC6mcwaI/AAAAAAAAPA0/lYmkNqwk_Sc/s1600/DSC03165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsNMb3KK17E/TayUC6mcwaI/AAAAAAAAPA0/lYmkNqwk_Sc/s320/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597011214725857698" border="0" /></a><br />The boys each take a couch and play cars, almost all day<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhqz4jcLU2I/TayUCGKTGOI/AAAAAAAAPAs/sJClL2yqjAA/s1600/DSC03150.JPG"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9lhHa-wzeM/TayUDSkVDYI/AAAAAAAAPA8/E8nOuE46QU4/s1600/DSC03168.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9lhHa-wzeM/TayUDSkVDYI/AAAAAAAAPA8/E8nOuE46QU4/s320/DSC03168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597011221159415170" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UPbZopgL4M/TayVrOqifSI/AAAAAAAAPBs/6mOMy8Gfiko/s1600/DSC03150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UPbZopgL4M/TayVrOqifSI/AAAAAAAAPBs/6mOMy8Gfiko/s400/DSC03150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597013006818114850" border="0" /></a>Aunt Anne visited a couple of weeks ago.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ROKXcwNubE/TayW76MXRlI/AAAAAAAAPB0/XFFR449yhxE/s1600/DSC03176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ROKXcwNubE/TayW76MXRlI/AAAAAAAAPB0/XFFR449yhxE/s400/DSC03176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597014392892245586" border="0" /></a>Trying to do a summer salt<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jack has been singing a song lately:<br />"Spank my booty, spank my booty, give me a kiss, and then spank my booty."<br />I asked him who he learned it from and he said, Aunt Anne First, then his Sunday school teacher, and then my sister Breanna. It is really funny to hear him sing it.<br /></div></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-49089563308058669202011-03-30T08:12:00.001-07:002011-03-30T08:32:53.973-07:00A Girl?Another month has gone by, but not without exciting news. We found out last week that I am not going to be as outnumbered. We are expecting a GIRL on Aug. 13th. We are super excited! I think Jack might be as excited as Aaron and I. He is excited to play with girl toys, and help pick out girl clothes. He even says that he has a baby girl in his tummy.<br /><br />West is starting physical therapy today. He is not walking, so hopefully this will help him. He had physical therapy in Washington, because he was not sitting, I guess he has his own schedule.<br /><br />Jack has been quite the character:<br /><br />Talking in a high squeaky voice, while holding a teddy Graham. "I am getting really tired, I need to take a nap in Jack's mouth."<br /><br />He ate a some grapes this morning, and said that he had a grape tree growing in his mouth.<br /><br />He has a great imagination and it is fun to see him play. It is hard to believe that he is getting so old.<br /><br />Here is a video of how West rocks himself to "sleep," I swear he is going to break his neck.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxfPzWOK4hmhRUbKdggRDDf6jtd-9a0bYxuwGBWuMNmN85gJr-NMogfXOj_YfgVOUtp5qNXk3qlQ0EvDicL0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-52032961199986596772011-02-22T16:30:00.000-08:002011-02-22T16:49:25.265-08:00Some PicturesLife has been crazy, so here are just a couple of pictures.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHTRpgSfP_4/TWRVoGZ1aJI/AAAAAAAAPAc/bmC1dvXkFHQ/s1600/DSC03056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHTRpgSfP_4/TWRVoGZ1aJI/AAAAAAAAPAc/bmC1dvXkFHQ/s320/DSC03056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576676385993615506" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to make a funny face<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbzLFVIES3I/TWRVnXWLp9I/AAAAAAAAPAU/3iA4T8C0LvI/s1600/DSC03004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbzLFVIES3I/TWRVnXWLp9I/AAAAAAAAPAU/3iA4T8C0LvI/s320/DSC03004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576676373361829842" border="0" /></a><br />Cookie!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfcIQYpFz7o/TWRVmQcZQzI/AAAAAAAAPAM/UmIr8ol79YQ/s1600/DSC03028.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfcIQYpFz7o/TWRVmQcZQzI/AAAAAAAAPAM/UmIr8ol79YQ/s320/DSC03028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576676354328970034" border="0" /></a><br />He would not let me put a diaper on him.<br /><br /></div>West is 17 months, and still not walking, but he gets into everything none the less. People ask me how old he is, when I tell them, they are surprised, they think he is 12 months, just because he is so small. He is going to nursery next month, but I am not sure how well that will go. He is scared of everyone, he will only go to me and Aaron. He is also a big tease. He will not say mom, he points to me and says dad, and giggles. And he loves taking toys away from Jack.<br /><br />When he takes something from Jack, it is not a pretty sight. Jack has a bad temper, he will pick up anything near him and try to hit West with it, while yelling at him at the top of his lungs. I have "washed" his mouth out with soap a couple of times, because he loves spitting at me, when I ask him to do something. One time I put soap in his mouth, and he still spit at me, so I told him he was going to get it again, his response, "Do it, I like soap in my mouth!" He sounds like a teenager! I hope I can tame him, before I go crazy! I love him so much, but he is a handful!<br /><br />I love staying home with my boys, and can't wait till the weather is nice so we can go outside!!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-10059510506880682972011-01-13T12:59:00.000-08:002011-01-13T13:12:07.975-08:00Big BumToday I was working out, and Jack walked over to me lifted up the back of my shirt and said, "Mom, see that big bum, you need to work." He is lucky he is so young, I might have beat him, although it was pretty funny.<br /><br />Lately I have been quoting Disney movies and then asking Jack what movie it comes from. The other day Jack said, "Clean up, Clean up, everybody everywhere, where is that from? I am pretty sure it comes from Barney, even though he has never seen that show, so I said Barney. Jack said, NO! It comes from The Church of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints. They sing it every Sunday when they pick up toys in Nursery.<br /><br />Here is a video of West Attacking the Vacuum. Fun Times.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRQH7xG8mkA8FaVwP6t2Is5nLlmWAggbBK-1nKAZ91U5V5nITLbzd0RYmlNCnnnpnOlmJzTwusSGDPm5wiHg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TS9qVfrkrvI/AAAAAAAAO_4/0G19SjNDV3A/s1600/DSC02989.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TS9qVfrkrvI/AAAAAAAAO_4/0G19SjNDV3A/s400/DSC02989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561780982339907314" border="0" /></a>One of the many faces of West.<br /></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-34595436778286399702010-12-30T23:17:00.000-08:002010-12-30T23:20:27.219-08:00BOYS!!!With a house full of boys your bound to have some gross comments. Tonight Jack tooted and it was a bad one. I said ," Oh Jack that smells horrid." "No mom it is not horrid, it's poop!" Got to love little kids innocence!!Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-10684354894466767072010-12-22T09:37:00.000-08:002010-12-22T10:34:44.168-08:00Relief Society, What???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJDToDiBUI/AAAAAAAAO_s/IwHvyo0khBM/s1600/DSC02945.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJDToDiBUI/AAAAAAAAO_s/IwHvyo0khBM/s400/DSC02945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553575294950049090" border="0" /></a><br />It feels like forever since I last posted something, but man life has been crazy. The last wednesday in September Aaron and I were driving home from the mall, as we pulled into our parking lot, I said to Aaron, "I am surprised we don't have a calling yet." Aaron looked at me and said, "Never say that, cause it will happen." Well he was right. Not even five minutes after we got inside there was a knock on our door.<br /><br />It was our Branch President and his first counselor. They asked if they could talk to us and extend a calling. I thought they were about to call Aaron because they talked to him first, but President Sivert said, "Aaron will you support Rachelle as the new Relief Society President?" This was all to familiar, three years earlier I had been called to be the R.S. President in our first married ward. I was shocked to say the least. We had been in the branch a little over a month, and I thought the Relief society President was amazing! It turned out she was moving to Idaho. President Sivert said that I would be sustained two Sunday's after General conference. Aaron replied, "Well President that should give us enough time to find another place to live."<br /><br />Two weeks after I was called our Branch presidency was changed. Since our Branch has a lot of turnover rate our Branch President does not live in our Branch boundaries. This was also a shock, because now I had to give our new branch President all of the ins and outs, of the branch, and I was new too. Even though we are in a branch and not a ward, I think I am the busiest I have ever been. Aaron works till seven at night, so I do some visiting during the day, which means I have to find people to watch Jack and West, which is not an easy task. And then when Aaron comes home, I generally leave. I am so busy, but in my two months in the Presidency, I have seen many miracles. I am constantly reminded that our Heavenly Father knows us individually and wants what is best for us. I am so grateful for the patience and love He has for me, as I try to help His children. And I am so grateful for Aaron and his support, I am not home most nights and he is always willing to take care of the boys and the house.<br /><br />On another note, West had his 15 month appointment yesterday. He weighs 20.4 pounds, and is in the 5th percentile for weight. Our doctor has ordered 6 different labs for him, she thinks he might be anemic, and wants to check thoroughly to make sure that everything is ok. We are also going to put him in a head start program, since he has no desire to walk, and is not really talking. We are not too concerned, but are hoping they are able to find something out about his weight.<br /><br />I have not posted pictures for a long time, so here are some things that we have been up to recently:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA7aIRm8I/AAAAAAAAO-k/9ezWxEiy3y8/s1600/DSC02715.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA7aIRm8I/AAAAAAAAO-k/9ezWxEiy3y8/s400/DSC02715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553572679871732674" border="0" /></a><br />The boys love reading books!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA7zq2hwI/AAAAAAAAO-s/HAF0cfPKbh0/s1600/DSC02787.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA7zq2hwI/AAAAAAAAO-s/HAF0cfPKbh0/s400/DSC02787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553572686727644930" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA8KwYlYI/AAAAAAAAO-0/YamZbbbyrOY/s1600/DSC02729.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJA8KwYlYI/AAAAAAAAO-0/YamZbbbyrOY/s400/DSC02729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553572692924863874" border="0" /></a>Helping me "make" dinner. While helping me yesterday, he dropped my crock-pot and the bowl shattered everywhere.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBrDTJIlI/AAAAAAAAO_M/E2_6rU8QeVQ/s1600/DSC02850.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBrDTJIlI/AAAAAAAAO_M/E2_6rU8QeVQ/s320/DSC02850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553573498377019986" border="0" /></a>Dad and Jack<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBqrOPEhI/AAAAAAAAO-8/brRu_L-Bx7I/s1600/DSC02768.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBqrOPEhI/AAAAAAAAO-8/brRu_L-Bx7I/s320/DSC02768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553573491913986578" border="0" /></a>He said he wanted to be a princess like in the movies, Oh dear!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBq9o6WKI/AAAAAAAAO_E/qxrKIFzYsAo/s1600/DSC02771.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJBq9o6WKI/AAAAAAAAO_E/qxrKIFzYsAo/s320/DSC02771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553573496857712802" border="0" /></a>Jack took this picture<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJCmFUboGI/AAAAAAAAO_k/SK23X_DedVE/s1600/DSC02909.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJCmFUboGI/AAAAAAAAO_k/SK23X_DedVE/s320/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553574512531578978" border="0" /></a>Eating the chocolate of the spatula, and feeding West.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJCliUDhMI/AAAAAAAAO_c/9_v_IW91NZY/s1600/DSC02906.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TRJCliUDhMI/AAAAAAAAO_c/9_v_IW91NZY/s320/DSC02906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553574503134758082" border="0" /></a>West took his pants and diaper off during nap time.<br /></div>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249071466897505835.post-33834098912661962952010-11-10T21:41:00.000-08:002010-11-10T21:49:46.272-08:00Oldie but GoodieSo recently I have had three different people say that they saw this picture of "Jack and Yoda" on different websites. Here is one example, it is a Lego website.<br /><br />http://legos.tumblr.com/post/1537374581/the-force-is-strong-with-this-one<br /><br />I know it is a funny picture, but it is kinda creepy to see it on all of these websites, and know that I did not put it there. I guess I should find a photo contest to enter it into.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TNuDtWFeNKI/AAAAAAAAO-c/P3vVSUgX01Q/s1600/DSC00835.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yV7f1flQ2fE/TNuDtWFeNKI/AAAAAAAAO-c/P3vVSUgX01Q/s400/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538164981828039842" border="0" /></a>Rachellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07756223175960552813noreply@blogger.com4