tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884050298428875302024-03-13T05:00:34.319-07:00Ronelle and Steven Yeipronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-72832829252432682572011-08-10T21:38:00.000-07:002011-08-10T21:49:27.725-07:00Who doesn't like a before and after?<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it8qvCHELGQ/TkNedPl5yVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YvotOYweFJM/s1600/P7020102.JPG"><span style="font-size:100%;">This last week I finished refinishing my grandmother's cedar chest. It's a chest from the 1930's <span style="font-family: arial;">that my grandfather gave to her as a wedding present just before they were married. It was quite beat up and rickety. I had started to work on it a year ago but when we moved, 2 of the boys helping us picked it up and it fell apart in their hands. so a year later my dad was here with my mom for a visit and he put it back together for me with a little bit of my assistance. I finished sanding it down then cleaned it up and stained and lacquered it. So here it is:</span></span><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-it8qvCHELGQ/TkNedPl5yVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YvotOYweFJM/s320/P7020102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639455014892718418" border="0" /></a>
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<br />ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-38721131042227946562011-03-14T19:57:00.000-07:002011-03-14T20:05:51.935-07:00Motherhood: it makes you stupid.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMCBYdndMS8/TX7XUXgdbhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4Kk5B1pAYkA/s1600/dex%2Bbutton%2Bup.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMCBYdndMS8/TX7XUXgdbhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4Kk5B1pAYkA/s320/dex%2Bbutton%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584137332893511186" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know where my brain has gone lately. For the third time, that I can remember, I forgot to put detergent in with the wash. Who does that? So I ran a nice full load of pukey/poopy baby clothes in a tank of cold water. Oh well. People don't usually mention the fact that once you're a mom you become an idiot. I guess that might be considered rude. Granted I have done dumb things in the past. For instance, one time instead of changing my undies, I put a clean pair on top of the day old ones and didn't even realize it until I was getting ready for bed that night. And no, I didn't notice when I went to the bathroom. But I didn't do that three days in a row! I'm betting that with each baby after this one, I'm probably just going to keep getting dumber. How ridiculous. It's just a really good thing I like this kid so much.ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-72966462907989209882010-12-05T14:57:00.000-08:002010-12-05T15:30:38.690-08:00Gotta love this kid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwehFfTkFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YCL8VVVRaIs/s1600/PA140225.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwehFfTkFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YCL8VVVRaIs/s320/PA140225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342394771607634" border="0" /></a>He's my little fisherman! I know that I am incredibly biased and it doesn't help that people keep on instilling in me the fact that he's cute, but I am certain he is one of the cutest boys there ever was. He's getting his 3rd and 4th teeth in right now and getting so playful. He loves to share his binky with me and always tries to stick it in my mouth. He's trying to figure out how to clap now and is crawling with his belly off the floor 1/6 of the time, roughly. He absolutely loves pulling my hair and I know he knows he isn't supposed to. The look in his eyes every time he does it and I scold him is just a little too innocent to be real. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwegXpC1mI/AAAAAAAAAi0/zvb5gCDGaNQ/s1600/PB150274.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwegXpC1mI/AAAAAAAAAi0/zvb5gCDGaNQ/s320/PB150274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342382464423522" border="0" /></a> He matches his lion so nicely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwef840JvI/AAAAAAAAAis/7KZPmjJ2bWE/s1600/PB200283.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwef840JvI/AAAAAAAAAis/7KZPmjJ2bWE/s320/PB200283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342375282812658" border="0" /></a> Just had to show off his beautiful blues.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwefYEeXEI/AAAAAAAAAik/qXcHHaWDZgs/s1600/PB140268.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwefYEeXEI/AAAAAAAAAik/qXcHHaWDZgs/s320/PB140268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342365399604290" border="0" /></a> This is my favorite sweater.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPweewyIu-I/AAAAAAAAAic/_oGTieqsbQo/s1600/PC040296.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPweewyIu-I/AAAAAAAAAic/_oGTieqsbQo/s320/PC040296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342354853706722" border="0" /></a> Great dimple! He's always tonguing his tooth that's coming in now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwdLYvGFII/AAAAAAAAAiU/X9RVyu4AgEA/s1600/PC040303.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TPwdLYvGFII/AAAAAAAAAiU/X9RVyu4AgEA/s320/PC040303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547340922469356674" border="0" /></a> Wearing my hometown motto<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzopl9Zjnr8Cwle_84RCz1ylN18IXL78q6bP7mxlfOvnHTX6mNt-4zUDHk6g76LPX9XMkx6dn6LC94H4PGkAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzi4wM1LyoQP9xKnoD7pwU35y8eHwFR7WZivbxTZpHkSjfZcPA2J0Nu3uV9RHS5ghAkyPHkN36jx3-6SiDJXA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dze30nnAvFCXpCv3irSwKOmrdAzme6jaU2Dei64eUuO8mJpsDVdZvsUq7M8MeYKmqU8Icea7xco-TIiuo6I1w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> Ok so I'm really bad at formatting my posts but whatever. These videos will one day be my proof that I knew Dex would be a great musician right from the beginning, if he ever becomes great. If not, they're just cute anyhow.ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-55875428754651660232010-10-29T19:16:00.001-07:002010-10-29T19:44:47.992-07:00New York New York<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDbsXgJYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/CTy05d4hG_4/s1600/100_5134.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533661078944228738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDbsXgJYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/CTy05d4hG_4/s320/100_5134.JPG" /></a> I'm in my home town right now and I'm so glad to be out here! It had been 8 years since I got to be in NY for the fall and it is so beautiful here. I missed out on a lot of leaves but not all of them and that makes me happy.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDB1o70FI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GLeyGu2CDFk/s1600/100_5122.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660634756665426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDB1o70FI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GLeyGu2CDFk/s320/100_5122.JPG" /></a> We went for a walk down to the local park to play in the leaves.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDBdTYfaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YTZ0FaNYwb8/s1600/100_5138.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533660628223819170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuDBdTYfaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YTZ0FaNYwb8/s320/100_5138.JPG" /></a> This is my dreamhome. It's just a few houses down the road from my parents house. The lawn is always so immaculate and there's a little stream running through it. It will be going on the market soon and I hope the new owners will take care of it as well as it's current ones always have!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCWMQrS2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/_P3Y4fmUpZU/s1600/100_5137.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659884914690914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCWMQrS2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/_P3Y4fmUpZU/s320/100_5137.JPG" /></a> Front view<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVztIa9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/g0CB9Km5CuU/s1600/100_5286.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659878323153874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVztIa9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/g0CB9Km5CuU/s320/100_5286.JPG" /></a> Classic Dex<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVpJAaOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/NjY1dRuqeqA/s1600/100_5267.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659875487279330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVpJAaOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/NjY1dRuqeqA/s320/100_5267.JPG" /></a> Miss M after her post trick or treating/candy bingeing crash<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVe4fXHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gWgBX1tuELw/s1600/100_5290.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659872733650034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVe4fXHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/gWgBX1tuELw/s320/100_5290.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVOGkINI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eWcyY1keP_A/s1600/100_5355.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659868229279954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuCVOGkINI/AAAAAAAAAgU/eWcyY1keP_A/s320/100_5355.JPG" /></a> Cousins playing!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5wWNmTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1MY98y8102Y/s1600/100_5360.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533658296873752882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5wWNmTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1MY98y8102Y/s320/100_5360.JPG" /></a> Miss M singing doesn't she look so pretty?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5nzdPUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KC1zd__-lcU/s1600/100_5378.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533658294580493634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5nzdPUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KC1zd__-lcU/s320/100_5378.JPG" /></a> Ride that lion!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5cm_ktI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JJZm4L9mGtE/s1600/100_5394.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533658291575427794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA5cm_ktI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JJZm4L9mGtE/s320/100_5394.JPG" /></a> Boys climbing on each other <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuFlrPYvvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/s25M4ey4KPw/s1600/100_5399.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533663449463701234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuFlrPYvvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/s25M4ey4KPw/s320/100_5399.JPG" /></a> We went Trunk o' Treating at the branch tonight. Dex was a cutie in his clown costume!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuFlRNe62I/AAAAAAAAAhc/SYXk9Bem0OE/s1600/100_5401.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533663442476395362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuFlRNe62I/AAAAAAAAAhc/SYXk9Bem0OE/s320/100_5401.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA445uOxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JpzwYVezYPo/s1600/100_5448.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533658281990306578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TMuA445uOxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JpzwYVezYPo/s320/100_5448.JPG" /></a> Donut eating competition!<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-9046056684577789272010-10-10T22:26:00.000-07:002010-10-10T22:33:20.367-07:00Pictures for Uncle CarlThese are all pictures I've put on Facebook, but since Dexter's uncle is out on his mission, he doesn't get to see them, so here's some new pics of Dex!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKhe9-paJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VPcQ38mKtqc/s1600/PA090185.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKhe9-paJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VPcQ38mKtqc/s320/PA090185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526657246142490770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKheeKyDAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E7STQTSXbaY/s1600/PA090187.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKheeKyDAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E7STQTSXbaY/s320/PA090187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526657237603453954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKhd-1VNKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BgfaluZ1fk0/s1600/PA090171.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKhd-1VNKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BgfaluZ1fk0/s320/PA090171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526657229191984290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKgeozwojI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8pZLApg62XI/s1600/PA100188.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKgeozwojI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8pZLApg62XI/s320/PA100188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526656140948054578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKgeHVGsdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lOBoLvhFKVw/s1600/PA090180.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TLKgeHVGsdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lOBoLvhFKVw/s320/PA090180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526656131961106898" border="0" /></a>ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-77352026651487360132010-10-08T15:46:00.000-07:002010-10-08T23:19:15.342-07:006 Months Old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1nz2VZGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JHsWHUvZLQA/s1600/PA060135.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1nz2VZGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JHsWHUvZLQA/s320/PA060135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525905332088693858" border="0" /></a><br />My baby is 6 months today! I can't believe how fast the time has gone. These last 6 months have been the best months of my life and I have loved almost every minute of it. Sure there's been a few times here and there where I have wondered why on earth I ever wanted to be a mother, but those are just fleeting thoughts of course. It is so much fun to watch Dex as he learns new things every day. He can drag himself around the house, sit up, blow raspberries, babble, roll over super fast, put things, especially paper, in his mouth, and plays lots with his toys. He's been teething for the last little while but hasn't cut any teeth yet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1nEQNnWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1dYKGEYiqDg/s1600/PA070141.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1nEQNnWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1dYKGEYiqDg/s320/PA070141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525905319312334178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1mSYhUZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2IsuF3Ngwuo/s1600/PA080154.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1mSYhUZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2IsuF3Ngwuo/s320/PA080154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525905305925407122" border="0" /></a>He's such a happy boy and I love the time we get together. I made this hat for him and I think he's quite the cutie in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1l-Z28OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qRaJn38lZ_o/s1600/PA080155.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1l-Z28OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qRaJn38lZ_o/s320/PA080155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525905300562309346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1likX23I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jtneXxdgtlk/s1600/PA080161.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TK_1likX23I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jtneXxdgtlk/s320/PA080161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525905293090216818" border="0" /></a><br />He looks so big!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyLIvi86ySAwjfNT0Ib2AwDrHzTpSw6dF_u4kLFv5ESYcpkifZdbKwc-VQl6tjNR0dQz0JdVjnngSSTLskAgg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />He's getting so fast and good at that!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-77763972578925274792010-08-27T11:49:00.000-07:002010-08-27T11:55:20.655-07:00Dexter's first meal<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyOhl0YE1wjlea-4NuZ0a9s6QAf4QyZ60Vy19mayz207J6B09-myCkwoUquOaqWg_H-RqOWCMyEGf3t26MDpA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Self-explanatory titleronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-40215640889209246412010-08-16T22:09:00.000-07:002010-08-16T22:22:27.062-07:00Our little dude<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />Dex is growing so fast it's crazy. He is doing new things all the time and I love it. It made me sad today though when I boxed up a bunch of clothes that he's outgrown. I do miss my tiny little newborn but it is so fun to see the things he does. He rolls over from back to front as well as front to back. He loves paper and gets so mad at me when I take it away from him. He's sleeping in his own bed now which is great for Steven and myself. He's slept through the night 2 times now so at least I know he can! He adjusted quite well to the new house and his own room and we just enjoy spending every day together!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoarr6KgFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cn7MpRCcmy0/s1600/P8060269.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoarr6KgFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cn7MpRCcmy0/s320/P8060269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242832237232210" border="0" /></a><br />He's the stylish little man!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoareH6YBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NsTt3Z99gy0/s1600/P8130302.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoareH6YBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NsTt3Z99gy0/s320/P8130302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242828536799250" border="0" /></a><br />He sits at the dinner table with us now and likes being included. He used to cry when we'd leave him on the floor while we ate so now we just have him sit with us and makes us smile all through dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoaq_fRu_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LKOzu35hq3I/s1600/P8060265.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoaq_fRu_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LKOzu35hq3I/s320/P8060265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242820313299954" border="0" /></a><br />He's ready to ride already!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoaqDAxkDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/J0-2Vvl6gpY/s1600/P8050252.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoaqDAxkDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/J0-2Vvl6gpY/s320/P8050252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242804079235122" border="0" /></a><br />He's already our little computer nerd!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoapy_abqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PsHp0iOqxkY/s1600/P7170194.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TGoapy_abqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PsHp0iOqxkY/s320/P7170194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242799778557602" border="0" /></a><br />He's really into his feet these days!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-55368541285371626082010-07-15T13:33:00.000-07:002010-07-15T13:56:24.270-07:00The old adventures of new Dexter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90EdRSENI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A0JSdXettm4/s1600/P7050134.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90EdRSENI/AAAAAAAAAb4/A0JSdXettm4/s320/P7050134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494237690340708562" border="0" /></a><br />Deneal got married last weekend and we went up to Oregon for the wedding. We had a lot of fun renting a beach house with the family for a week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90DwULUWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YyA2rxdT87s/s1600/P7050123.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90DwULUWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YyA2rxdT87s/s320/P7050123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494237678273253730" border="0" /></a>Dexter got his first taste of sand!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90C2C54-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/W-HhyNCWNP0/s1600/P7050124.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD90C2C54-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/W-HhyNCWNP0/s320/P7050124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494237662631551970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y5GLkR_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/DAfDOVW5sfw/s1600/P7050120.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y5GLkR_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/DAfDOVW5sfw/s320/P7050120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236395652532210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y4wgQd4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4zNl06MVTuA/s1600/P7030117.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y4wgQd4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4zNl06MVTuA/s320/P7030117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236389833734018" border="0" /></a><br />Dexter and his cuz had their blessings on the 3rd. They looked so cute in their twin outfits!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y4XYotmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ItlkBVYou0Y/s1600/P7030116.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y4XYotmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ItlkBVYou0Y/s320/P7030116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236383090882146" border="0" /></a>They're already great buddies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y37gUuoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ClMAPn6Go-c/s1600/P7020098.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y37gUuoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ClMAPn6Go-c/s320/P7020098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236375606934146" border="0" /></a>Try to ignore the spit up on his shirt and focus on how cute he is!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y3g0CKRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vmrhs6bwXUA/s1600/P7150168.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9y3g0CKRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vmrhs6bwXUA/s320/P7150168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236368441846034" border="0" /></a> He's getting so great at holding up his head. He's smiling and laughing every day and does that evil thing that babies do: barf all over you and everything 20 times, pee on you when you change them and make you so frustrated when they won't sleep and make you start to wonder why on earth you ever had kids, but then give you a huge smile and a little giggle that makes it totally impossible to be mad at them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9yAdEtTFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dfyWNfn0bU4/s1600/P7010092.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9yAdEtTFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dfyWNfn0bU4/s320/P7010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494235422545235026" border="0" /></a>I love how pensive he is over his little owl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x9ywhFnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/y-UR9u6eQMA/s1600/P6160064.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x9ywhFnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/y-UR9u6eQMA/s320/P6160064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494235376826521202" border="0" /></a>B-ball boys!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x_UFf9iI/AAAAAAAAAao/jXOhXk7-ntQ/s1600/P6300091.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x_UFf9iI/AAAAAAAAAao/jXOhXk7-ntQ/s320/P6300091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494235402952767010" border="0" /></a>Dexter finally got to meet his grandpa Howard. I think G-pa H liked him quite a bit!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x--ZdZ4I/AAAAAAAAAag/KlekGAjZPmc/s1600/P6210089.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x--ZdZ4I/AAAAAAAAAag/KlekGAjZPmc/s320/P6210089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494235397130905474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x-a38DCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0QMRr4HK6nk/s1600/P6190078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TD9x-a38DCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0QMRr4HK6nk/s320/P6190078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494235387595066402" border="0" /></a>ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-82886078180520148392010-07-15T13:29:00.000-07:002010-07-15T13:33:17.107-07:00Yay for baby!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbtYKU3bOCQpr-l9o3a-3YeqpFtfY1cyrc2sFCpFUiLsGU4NpTZ5BANXUuguuR5I-TQoXVNUCffQBL7G7wlw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-40099411128595143962010-06-10T21:38:00.000-07:002010-06-10T21:45:16.225-07:002 whole months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TBG98JLixDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/2uEBZz1QCDM/s1600/P6100039.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TBG98JLixDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/2uEBZz1QCDM/s320/P6100039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481371062440739890" border="0" /></a><br />Our little dude is 2 months on the 8th! Today was his check up and his immunizations; such a fun time. The doctor said that he's a perfect baby totally healthy. He is 13.19 lbs in the 82nd percentile and 25.5 in in the 99th percentile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TBG97ozcQaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dy6uDf5X59Y/s1600/P6100040.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/TBG97ozcQaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dy6uDf5X59Y/s320/P6100040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481371053749715362" border="0" /></a> He smiles so much now and I love it. He even gives tiny little giggles which totally make my days.ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-18724037978061852082010-06-06T21:58:00.000-07:002010-06-06T22:08:19.924-07:00For Memorial weekend Steven, Dexter and I headed down to Provo to visit with Micah and his family. Brianna took a bunch of pictures of Dex and his cousins and a few of them can be seen <a href="http://whatiseebybri.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-cuz-were-cousins.html"> HERE </a><br /><br />Dex is on the verge of laughing these days. He is so smiley and happy the majority of the time. He has been fun to watch change and grow. It makes me sad to see him get bigger though and not be my tiny little baby. He'll be 2 months old on Tuesday and I can't believe how fast time is going. I also can't believe how I hardly remember what life was like without him. If anyone is thinking about having a baby, I highly recommend it!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-17388300086421278972010-05-16T22:18:00.000-07:002010-05-16T22:26:54.985-07:00To Uncle CarlI meant to make a post last Sunday after Mother's Day for Carl out on his mission but we got home late and I forgot. So hopefully you're checking this week because these are for you Elder Yeip!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS7SujzKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lCVNOt45LfA/s1600/P5130034.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS7SujzKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lCVNOt45LfA/s320/P5130034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105463336389794" border="0" /></a> He looks like a little old man and I love it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS6z66acI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1mpG7EtPkCk/s1600/P5110032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS6z66acI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1mpG7EtPkCk/s320/P5110032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105455066704322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS6U-1YlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dPSE0w2nykE/s1600/P5110029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS6U-1YlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dPSE0w2nykE/s320/P5110029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105446761652818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS51FjIkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/N9s8Vg2Fe5o/s1600/P4080355.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS51FjIkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/N9s8Vg2Fe5o/s320/P4080355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105438199882306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSeKiLMbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iFoU3pPlu2Q/s1600/P5020016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSeKiLMbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iFoU3pPlu2Q/s320/P5020016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472104962920755634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSdkjhr0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/fpPIFNSQr5s/s1600/P5010009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSdkjhr0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/fpPIFNSQr5s/s320/P5010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472104952725876546" border="0" /></a>My little meebling<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSdI3AXRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/l14aaOTj6Ok/s1600/P4280358.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSdI3AXRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/l14aaOTj6Ok/s320/P4280358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472104945291386130" border="0" /></a> This is one of my favorite pictures I've taken of him. He looks just so sweet<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSch5CwyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NgAAJ3q5xSs/s1600/P4190387.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DSch5CwyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NgAAJ3q5xSs/s320/P4190387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472104934830949154" border="0" /></a> Zonked out with his pants pulled real high, so great!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS74vescI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aeDiGdThW-c/s1600/P5080026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S_DS74vescI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/aeDiGdThW-c/s320/P5080026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105473540796866" border="0" /></a><br />Oh and Steven graduated! Hooray!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-59717060713944893472010-04-28T10:55:00.001-07:002010-04-28T11:02:17.818-07:00Sorry Steven, but I'm in love with another man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3HOKUyxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bkJI4LfNsco/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3HOKUyxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bkJI4LfNsco/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465249113758288658" border="0" /></a><br />This has become my most favorite face in the whole world. Whenever I close my eyes, this is what I see. I can't even say how much I love this little guy. Dexter is so sweet and so content. He cries when he's hungry, fusses when he's tired or getting his diaper changed and cries during tummy time. All the rest of the time he's so perfect and pretty easy to take care of.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3H6eye6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/RmOHzK4Mo4c/s1600/P4170384.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3H6eye6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/RmOHzK4Mo4c/s320/P4170384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465249125655280546" border="0" /></a>One of his non-crying moments of tummy time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3HqSpiwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k_KW4oCI-Eo/s1600/P4100370.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3HqSpiwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k_KW4oCI-Eo/s320/P4100370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465249121309395714" border="0" /></a>His first at home bath. He looks like a little ewok!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3IT0U0GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/j0sveE1z4p0/s1600/P4270395.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S9h3IT0U0GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/j0sveE1z4p0/s320/P4270395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465249132456497250" border="0" /></a> This was just yesterday when he was completely zonked out on the floor.ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-15496704286160058172010-03-28T20:40:00.000-07:002010-03-28T21:00:20.190-07:004 days left! But probably more.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Aj4YfcU2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ouzyy8QcLJg/s1600/P3060324.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Aj4YfcU2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ouzyy8QcLJg/s320/P3060324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898600299647842" border="0" /></a>So my pictures are in no particular order here but oh well. I wanted to add this picture of my niece because every time I look at it I laugh. She looks so crazy and I love it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Aj33fxp0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/7dDOnX3QTlQ/s1600/P3230335.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Aj33fxp0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/7dDOnX3QTlQ/s320/P3230335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898591442675522" border="0" /></a> This is one of the few pictures I've ever been able to get of Guster looking right at the camera without an owl-like glow in his eyes. He'd been sleeping on one of the baby blankets I left draped over the banister to dry after washing. I'm hoping he's realizing what's going on and adjusting. He loves to look into the crib and carseat and sniff all the clean baby clothes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjjecVqeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GYfUWgeyUbU/s1600/P3130328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjjecVqeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GYfUWgeyUbU/s320/P3130328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898241119988194" border="0" /></a> This was just a couple weeks ago, I can't remember when exactly, but that's a little smaller than I am right now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Ajiyc3fkI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RpJNQXCZ624/s1600/P3220333.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Ajiyc3fkI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RpJNQXCZ624/s320/P3220333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898229311045186" border="0" /></a> I needed practice on diapers and this teddy bear was my volunteer. I am pro at diapering stuffed animals now. I here the real thing is a bit trickier, but we'll see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Ajin9JqiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eOSSNlNZ_eo/s1600/P3220334.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7Ajin9JqiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eOSSNlNZ_eo/s320/P3220334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898226493663778" border="0" /></a> My diaper bag. I got it all packed up tonight with extra everythings and baby's coming home outfit. Hopefully it fits him or he'll be coming home naked!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjiDHjulI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sedqyepvEu4/s1600/P3220331.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjiDHjulI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sedqyepvEu4/s320/P3220331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898216605203026" border="0" /></a> Since we only have around 4 days until baby boy makes his appearance, we decided it might be time to organize his room a bit. This is just a glimpse of how it started.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjggdWTUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/280KuUMeA7M/s1600/P3280344.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S7AjggdWTUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/280KuUMeA7M/s320/P3280344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898190121487682" border="0" /></a> This is it in the end looking much nicer. We don't have all the furniture or bedding just yet, but all his clothes are organized and clean, no trash left on the floor, and nice and tidy. We got the bassinet all set up in our room yesterday and I've been surprised not to find Guster snoozing in it yet. We're getting pretty excited to meet this boy of ours! I can't wait for the day of labor to be done with and I can just be a mom.ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-33894645612672710242010-02-27T09:08:00.001-08:002010-02-27T09:21:02.315-08:00Pizza and apartments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSPl7iEwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uf7ZtNVZ1xY/s1600-h/P2150312.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSPl7iEwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Uf7ZtNVZ1xY/s320/P2150312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972052487279362" border="0" /></a><br />Steven and Eric decided to try out the Fox's Pizza challenge of eating an entire 30" pizza in 1 hour between the two of them. If accomplished, the winners get a free large pizza every week for a year.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSPeePNtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WQuSzJNoC1U/s1600-h/P2150313.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSPeePNtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WQuSzJNoC1U/s320/P2150313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972050485360338" border="0" /></a><br />This is no easy feat and not for the faint of heart, or stomach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSOgC8SMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VttkW0xjnxY/s1600-h/P2150315.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lSOgC8SMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VttkW0xjnxY/s320/P2150315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972033727875266" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately, they didn't quite make it. Steven ended up throwing up the last couple slices he ate. But he does what to try again sometime. He doesn't take personal defeat well!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR9VrA6zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WLirjgeiGKM/s1600-h/P2190321.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR9VrA6zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WLirjgeiGKM/s320/P2190321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971738885385010" border="0" /></a>And in other Yeip news, we moved! We got to the point where we realized it would be easier to move than to try and clean that old house we lived in. So we found this nice 3 bed, 2.5 bath townhouse for rent and jumped at the chance. It was a very spur of the moment type of thing but we're really loving living here. I have a dishwasher for the first time since I was 19, so that's great! We have a 2 car garage, even though we only have 1 car. It's so nice not to have to scrape our car off in the morning and to not have to run the car for a while to get some heat going! I already don't know how we lived for this long without these amenities!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR27ICd7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/J0SQ2Gq2mtM/s1600-h/P2190319.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR27ICd7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/J0SQ2Gq2mtM/s320/P2190319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971628680148914" border="0" /></a>This is our kitchen, (obviously)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR2aDT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ACoZZmVoL3o/s1600-h/P2190318.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR2aDT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ACoZZmVoL3o/s320/P2190318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971619801948562" border="0" /></a> Dining area with Guster<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR1t8lKiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ya80SxrNdIw/s1600-h/P2190320.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S4lR1t8lKiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ya80SxrNdIw/s320/P2190320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971607962561058" border="0" /></a> and our living room. The living room is really small which is pretty much the only downfall of this place, but we made it work for us. All the bedrooms are still messy from the move so I don't have pictures of those. We have a nice huge master bathroom with a shower we can actually stand up in which is great. There's also 2 walk in closets for us! Guster has his own bathroom so it's great not to have to smell kitty litter every time I walk in to get some clothes. We're working on getting the nursery set up. We got a great deal on a crib (which in Steven's eyes was still too much money) which is still sitting in our garage but we're excited that in just one month we'll have a reason to have all this stuff!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-70847770368839659592010-01-17T21:24:00.001-08:002010-01-18T07:57:55.378-08:00Houses of Center StreetSteven and I live in right by the "historic" part of Logan. There are some really beautiful houses that line Center Street and over the summer, Steven and I took a walk and took some pictures of the nice ones. I really love houses. I'm always looking at what's for sale around here and I sometimes look at what's for sale in Ithaca area, in Maine and in Oregon as those are all my favorite places. But here are some of the more lovely homes of Logan:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxWkirBJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hD3Uldiu-vY/s1600-h/Summer09+038.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxWkirBJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hD3Uldiu-vY/s320/Summer09+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947345980097682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxWY6QCFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sUyTO9xle5Q/s1600-h/Summer09+037.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxWY6QCFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sUyTO9xle5Q/s320/Summer09+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947342857766994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxV54bfRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zhMpyBpa3Ko/s1600-h/Summer09+036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxV54bfRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zhMpyBpa3Ko/s320/Summer09+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947334528630034" border="0" /></a> This little house Steven and I looked into renting but by the time I got a hold of the landlord, it was already taken. It was quite cute on the inside with hard wood floors, lots of windows and cute built in cupboards and shelves.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxI-gVDyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/4p8x1n74Q-U/s1600-h/Summer09+035.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxI-gVDyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/4p8x1n74Q-U/s320/Summer09+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947112431423266" border="0" /></a> This place looks so out of place in Utah. I think it belongs more in Florida what with the Spanish Tiled roof and stucco siding.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxIpkj-iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3kwjaekYriQ/s1600-h/Summer09+034.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxIpkj-iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3kwjaekYriQ/s320/Summer09+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947106812033570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxIQD1ySI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IfTriIXcoUM/s1600-h/Summer09+032.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxIQD1ySI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IfTriIXcoUM/s320/Summer09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947099963902242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxH5DM8sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2-9OnOlpEjo/s1600-h/Summer09+031.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxH5DM8sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2-9OnOlpEjo/s320/Summer09+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947093787210434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxHd_6MWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/O6mq6VkRzRA/s1600-h/Summer09+029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxHd_6MWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/O6mq6VkRzRA/s320/Summer09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947086525641058" border="0" /></a> I really just love how this house is covered in cobblestone instead of siding or brick. So unique and cool.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1Pxk6u-zkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aVmKKqaeVpU/s1600-h/Summer09+040.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1Pxk6u-zkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aVmKKqaeVpU/s320/Summer09+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947592455474754" border="0" /></a> And this is my favorite house in all of Logan. There's 3 different views of it here because it is just so immensely huge you can't really get the full essence of this house in just one picture.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxlbVcT4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/S81s3mZQgDc/s1600-h/Summer09+041.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxlbVcT4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/S81s3mZQgDc/s320/Summer09+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947601206726530" border="0" /></a> The towers are so pretty and I love the nice huge wrap around porch.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxluVPMaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tZ_7eP2OhvA/s1600-h/Summer09+043.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S1PxluVPMaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tZ_7eP2OhvA/s320/Summer09+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427947606306140578" border="0" /></a> There's several little balconies all around this place and some really nice features around the windows. I actually daydream about this house and always wonder what it's like on the inside. I'm sure it's full of wainscoating and crowned molding and I bet there's some really nice fireplaces. I would love it if one of those rooms with a tower on it is a library where you can sit in the circular area with a really comfy chair, a lamp, and a great book. This house is owned by the Needham family and anyone who's ever lived in Logan knows who they are. They're the jewelers where a lot of people buy engagement rings.<br />I definitely complain about Logan quite a bit about how cold it is, the wonderful inversion, the way it smells like kitty litter and cows, how they NEVER plow when it does snow, how bad the drivers are, and many other things, but these houses are something that I really do love here. I drive by them everyday on my way to and from work and I always look at them as I go by. So hopefully now you can like what I like about living here!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-85369301286962095552010-01-10T17:47:00.001-08:002010-01-10T18:08:47.195-08:002010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qELoJAB-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/jFbjFVhN0b0/s1600-h/PC230293.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qELoJAB-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/jFbjFVhN0b0/s320/PC230293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294036409780194" border="0" /></a> Well, 2009 has come and gone and we're into a new year. I don't like winter once Christmas and New Year's is over; it's very depressing. It's cold and it's grey and the snow is hard. Everyone's lights are gone and trees are down. So here's just a couple pictures from our Christmas this year. The top one is our tree with all our presents, for each other and family, under it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qELD3Z7gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vE3MxKRkScs/s1600-h/PC240295.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qELD3Z7gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vE3MxKRkScs/s320/PC240295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294026672303618" border="0" /></a> This is the tree at my in-laws house. We had a really nice Christmas Eve and Day there with the Yeips, sans Carl who is on his mission for another year. We did get to talk to him for a while on Christmas morning and it was fun to hear the difference the last year has made in him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDz1iinoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VOVZoXbNsgs/s1600-h/PC260297.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDz1iinoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VOVZoXbNsgs/s320/PC260297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293627689705090" border="0" /></a> Micah, Heather, Meghan and Brendan all came up on Christmas day and stayed a couple days with us. It's so nice to have in-laws who can get along so well with my family that we can feel comfortable to spend holiday time all together. Micah and Steven took Meghan out and stuck her on an old snowboard and pushed her down the little slope in front of Steven's parents house. She's so cute in all her winter gear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDzTeXi5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/BQrBT00aCkU/s1600-h/PC240294.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDzTeXi5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/BQrBT00aCkU/s320/PC240294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293618545396626" border="0" /></a>Steven's parents and sister Deneal getting breakfast ready Christmas morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDzGCoH5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Eu4I0EeJ20A/s1600-h/P1020300.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDzGCoH5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Eu4I0EeJ20A/s320/P1020300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293614939381650" border="0" /></a> On to other topics besides Christmas, I'm officially in my last trimester now. It's very scary to me that in just 3 more months I'll have a child. It's seemed kind of surreal. It only really hit me last week that we will actually have a baby and he's not going to just stay in there forever. I look forward to so much about becoming a mom, but I'm dreading the worrying about caring for him and the decisions he'll make one day and the kind of person he'll become. I'm counting on the fact that Steven and I have turned out alright that our kids will too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDyvm5I2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i21PZfBvQ4Y/s1600-h/P1020301.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDyvm5I2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i21PZfBvQ4Y/s320/P1020301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293608917476194" border="0" /></a> Heather is only 6 weeks ahead of me and due next month. She's quite a bit smaller in the belly than I am though. I love that we're both having boys and so close together. Hopefully Baby Boy Howard and Baby Boy Yeip will be good friends one day!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDyRVV-QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uuQ_9Q56m_w/s1600-h/P1020302.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/S0qDyRVV-QI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uuQ_9Q56m_w/s320/P1020302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293600790804738" border="0" /></a> Cousins together!<br /><br />2009 was a good year overall. We had a couple good vacations including one to Oregon/Washington and one to California. I got pregnant, which is probably one of the bigger highlights. I lost my grandmother, but not in some tragic way at least. The nice thing about her passing was being able to be with all my family for a few days and see my cousins who I only see every once in a while. Steven and I fortunate enough to have great friends and great families who make our lives great. We also very fortunate to have each other and to be able to have this baby together. I look forward to 2010 and the new life that will be joining us this year. I think it'll be a great year!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-79115648913655728152009-12-15T06:26:00.000-08:002009-12-15T08:07:46.203-08:00More Christmas Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SyedYnafDOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/d9fbZ8zreDM/s1600-h/PC120286.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SyedYnafDOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/d9fbZ8zreDM/s320/PC120286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415470123158801634" border="0" /></a><br />My mom sent us a couple Christmas packages full of presents. This box was Guster's favorite present.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syec1lC74ZI/AAAAAAAAATw/VNH5bPaqY18/s1600-h/PC130289.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syec1lC74ZI/AAAAAAAAATw/VNH5bPaqY18/s320/PC130289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415469521227735442" border="0" /></a><br />We made gingerbread houses with our friends and Coy's and the Olson's. Ours looks more like a gingerbread barn but I still really like it. Steven made the lovely thatched roof and the beautiful pine tree. He made it so there's a bunch of gummy bears dancing around the tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syec1OZbWII/AAAAAAAAATo/sWnofagEdOs/s1600-h/PC130288.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syec1OZbWII/AAAAAAAAATo/sWnofagEdOs/s320/PC130288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415469515148056706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syez4B-7sUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3kyysal_3oo/s1600-h/baby+boys.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Syez4B-7sUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3kyysal_3oo/s320/baby+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415494852122751298" border="0" /></a> Friday evening we went to a Christmas party at our friend's Meg and Mike Suiter. I stole this picture from Jen Gibb who is the one on the floor so everyone can see all the friends and their baby boys. I'm glad that our little one will have 3 buddies all ready and waiting for him!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-48132097342112323262009-12-07T19:24:00.000-08:002009-12-08T08:32:10.646-08:00Christmas is All Around<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H_SUibeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Nwsbl0O1two/s1600-h/PC070278.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H_SUibeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Nwsbl0O1two/s320/PC070278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412702217232870882" border="0" /></a><br />I just love Christmas time. It's so beautiful and everything just feels a bit better. My mother-in-law have me her old tree so now I have a nice big pretty one instead of my ugly Wal-mart special. The bad thing about such a big tree is I don't have enough ornaments to decorate it with!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H_HlW_cI/AAAAAAAAATI/jO3gAOn-4rY/s1600-h/PB280258.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H_HlW_cI/AAAAAAAAATI/jO3gAOn-4rY/s320/PB280258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412702214350634434" border="0" /></a><br />We went down to Temple Square the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Deneal flew into town so the whole family went to pick her up and after a good dinner at the Red Rock Cafe we went over to see the lights.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H-fmdFYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gw63fVBba0U/s1600-h/PB280259.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3H-fmdFYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gw63fVBba0U/s320/PB280259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412702203617809794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HvAJYlZI/AAAAAAAAASw/Lzutjr0Y3IQ/s1600-h/PB280261.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HvAJYlZI/AAAAAAAAASw/Lzutjr0Y3IQ/s320/PB280261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701937476343186" border="0" /></a><br />It's quite difficult to get a good picture of everyone, but this is Denise, Deneal, Gavin, Katie, Paul, Neal, and myself. No Steven.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx59mloch9I/AAAAAAAAATY/uswTRAYfdlU/s1600-h/gusin+tree.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx59mloch9I/AAAAAAAAATY/uswTRAYfdlU/s320/gusin+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412901904036169682" border="0" /></a><br />Guster really loves Christmas too. He loves all the boxes full of decorations I get out and tries so hard to be sneaky and get inside them. You can barely see him in this picture peering through the tree branches. He doesn't seem to realize that the tree isn't real and always tries to eat it. He's also knocked off a bunch of ornaments and batted them around and shattered a few of them. I don't really mind on the little cheap ones; at least he's getting some exercise which he is in dire need of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HucTS7NI/AAAAAAAAASg/ozDdtp1duTI/s1600-h/PC070277.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HucTS7NI/AAAAAAAAASg/ozDdtp1duTI/s320/PC070277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701927854238930" border="0" /></a><br />My living room this year. It's much less blurry in person.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HuD0GDHI/AAAAAAAAASY/86VKBfSPH9Y/s1600-h/PC070281.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3HuD0GDHI/AAAAAAAAASY/86VKBfSPH9Y/s320/PC070281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701921280920690" border="0" /></a><br />Even though it is so cold outside right now, it's nice to have a warm little house to get all comfy in. This will more than likely be our last Christmas in this house. I like it a lot even though it doesn't hold the heat very well, the doors kind of stick, the carpets are all stained and worn out, there's big stains on the wallpaper in the kitchen, the toilet handle has to be lifted up after flushing, the countertops are just so very ugly and gross with a permanent dirtyness to them, and every once in a while it smells like old people. It's mine and Steven's first home together. We've had our first Christmas there and will be our baby's first home as well, even if it is for a short period of time. I hope everyone enjoys their Christmas in their homes everywhere!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3Htjimm4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/NEX3XqSn-Xk/s1600-h/PC070284.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/Sx3Htjimm4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/NEX3XqSn-Xk/s320/PC070284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701912617622402" border="0" /></a>ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-3792904727755765892009-11-05T21:40:00.001-08:002009-11-06T08:12:42.134-08:00Baby Boy Yeip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3Yq4n1xI/AAAAAAAAASE/W2xrywh8SJ4/s1600-h/PB050246.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3Yq4n1xI/AAAAAAAAASE/W2xrywh8SJ4/s320/PB050246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400862012603881234" border="0" /></a><br />Our camera isn't really the greatest thing in the world with which to take a picture of a picture, but you can get the basic gist of what he looks like. The above picture is his profile and you can see his perfect little face. It looks pretty cute to me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3YfUINiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2vvpTVYcYgk/s1600-h/PB050249.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3YfUINiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2vvpTVYcYgk/s320/PB050249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400862009498023458" border="0" /></a><br />And this my friends, (above) would be the picture defining his gender. It took a lot of staring at it for me to figure out what exactly I was looking at. The arrow is pointing right to his boyhood. To the right of that is his left knee and his foot and to the left is his right foot. Click to enlarge and see if you can see that too. The ultrasound technician was able to tell right away that it was a boy and so we're quite sure that he's not going to pop out a girl. She had a hard time getting this picture for us though. When she went to his bottom, he was sitting indian style and we couldn't see his boyhood at all. She used the little periscope thingy and tried to get him to move and she got that quick shot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3YHUZsHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fg6eotRSx8Q/s1600-h/PB050251.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3YHUZsHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fg6eotRSx8Q/s320/PB050251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400862003056717938" border="0" /></a><br />This picture is one of those 3D ones where the baby looks like a demon. It's really hard to tell what this is and if she hadn't been pointing everything out for us I'd have no clue. But this is part of his face. On the right edge is his nose and mouth and the rest of his face is being covered up by his hand. Most of the time during the u/s he had his hands up to his face; it was quite cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3XsqysuI/AAAAAAAAARs/Tiylz9B-ZB4/s1600-h/PB050252.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3XsqysuI/AAAAAAAAARs/Tiylz9B-ZB4/s320/PB050252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400861995902874338" border="0" /></a><br />This, the technician said, will probably be the last full shot we'll be able to get of him until he comes out because he'll be too big to fit into a shot after this. But this is his back and it's just so amazing to me how I've got this perfect tiny little person just curled up in there! Steven and I are so thrilled to be having a boy. I've wanted a boy first for as long as I can remember because I think that every girl needs a big brother. We were so convinced that it would be a girl because we both wanted a boy and were very surprised when she told us it was a boy. I'm, also very excited that I'm going to be able to use <a href="http://randsyeip.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-we-havent-posted-anything-in-super.html">this</a> for our boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3XOzarAI/AAAAAAAAARk/pWfe2tjsLU0/s1600-h/PB050255.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SvO3XOzarAI/AAAAAAAAARk/pWfe2tjsLU0/s320/PB050255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400861987885984770" border="0" /></a><br />And this last little picture here is of my dear friend Wraggles modeling a baby hat I made just last night. I love to crochet, keeps my hands busy while I watch movies and whatnot. Yesterday after my appointment I went online and found a bunch of cute patterns for baby items and this is the first one I made. I was pretty excited that it turned out to look just the way it was supposed to look! So for maybe $3 or possibly less, and 1 hour of time, we have our first baby hat!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-55439766923164950892009-11-02T08:41:00.000-08:002009-11-02T08:44:41.141-08:00Exciting DevelopmentsSo I had an exciting moment on Saturday. Our friend's Brianna and Wade Siddoway came up for Halloween and we went to the temple for the noon session on Saturday. Bri and I were sitting together and not too far into the session I felt 2 little nudges in my belly. I turned to Bri and whispered "I think I just felt the baby move for the first time!" I pushed in with my hand where I'd felt it move and it nudged at me again. It was so exciting to finally feel it move. I'd been waiting for that to happen for a while now and it was so neat that it happened in the temple. Right now as I write this I can actually feel it moving around a whole bunch like a big butterfly is in there. I think the kiddo likes hot chocolate!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-36447390225829528842009-10-30T08:49:00.000-07:002009-10-30T08:50:54.670-07:00Less than a week nowNovember 5 is the big day where we get to find out what we're having. We both are convinced it's a girl and have been trying to come up with girl names but cannot agree on any. So it'd better be a boy because we have names for that!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-5348544430055740402009-09-04T16:50:00.000-07:002009-09-04T16:54:52.325-07:00For those who don't know yet:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoLz5OymI/AAAAAAAAARc/BtoCWse2mDE/s1600-h/P9040215.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoLz5OymI/AAAAAAAAARc/BtoCWse2mDE/s320/P9040215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377764350919363170" border="0" /></a><br />We're having a baby!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoLXMNc4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EshcIyye9o4/s1600-h/P9040214.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoLXMNc4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EshcIyye9o4/s320/P9040214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377764343214338946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoKvo_YjI/AAAAAAAAARM/H2weg3JnxGQ/s1600-h/P9030212.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoKvo_YjI/AAAAAAAAARM/H2weg3JnxGQ/s320/P9030212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377764332597633586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoKB_mvwI/AAAAAAAAARE/2vmLIfpYKsg/s1600-h/P9030211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SqGoKB_mvwI/AAAAAAAAARE/2vmLIfpYKsg/s320/P9030211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377764320344456962" border="0" /></a><br />If you look very closely, you can see the arm.<br />We had our first sonogram yesterday and it was really amazing to see your little baby moving around down there. It was moving it's little arm like it was waving at us and it's little heart was fluttering at 176 bpm. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen and we're so excited!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488405029842887530.post-45076757194767831232009-08-17T19:40:00.001-07:002009-08-17T20:04:34.449-07:00Oregon '09So Steven and I headed up to the Pacific Northwest for a week and got to see Steven's sister Deneal and our friends the Mitchell's!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXDoyhBoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NK_8mk4K0SM/s1600-h/Oregon09+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXDoyhBoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NK_8mk4K0SM/s320/Oregon09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371130856849081986" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are on top of Mt. Spokane with a little boy we kidnapped. Just kidding. That's Lindsay and Patrick's cutie pie Nolan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXDNLKuEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hh3PSehcOf0/s1600-h/Oregon09+030.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXDNLKuEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hh3PSehcOf0/s320/Oregon09+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371130849436284994" border="0" /></a><br />We tried to go camping here but all the sites were taken. Sad. But we cooked corn dogs over a fire and walked around a bit. It was cool. After that we went to a funpark place and played miniature golf, go carts and laser tag. Just so you know, laser tag is awesome!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXCjpLhpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qNHV7JzOvpA/s1600-h/Oregon09+051.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXCjpLhpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qNHV7JzOvpA/s320/Oregon09+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371130838287877778" border="0" /></a><br />After Spokane we headed over to Seattle. Above are some of the most delicious things I've ever had in my life called a pirohshky. Below is the Space needle!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXB9cJRVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YktOj00gy2Y/s1600-h/Oregon09+059.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXB9cJRVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YktOj00gy2Y/s320/Oregon09+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371130828032656722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXBuuL3RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1Vo-PlBZ4T0/s1600-h/Oregon09+081.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooXBuuL3RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1Vo-PlBZ4T0/s320/Oregon09+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371130824081792274" border="0" /></a><br />One day while we were in Oregon we went over to the shore and went crabbing. 5 hours of crabbing and we caught 2 keeper crabs. We could only keep the males and they had to be bigger than 5.75 inches otherwise we had to toss it back. It was scary at first to try and pick them up but after a while we learned how to do it. Below is a video of Steven trying to grab out little crab which later became our dinner!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwhzbFgmnz__E42kfjhrCRePMEkGdjTKf1YsJMcp5E70PAwdV7nTXLvQykWG2cLsRd3eC31g1Z4STjW0lApwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooWAB5GfUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XjtL5Va5FVo/s1600-h/Oregon09+103.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooWAB5GfUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XjtL5Va5FVo/s320/Oregon09+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371129695356484930" border="0" /></a><br />After the crabbing, we went to the beach and made a fire and boiled up some corn on the cob and ate our two little crabs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV_kDebCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JUX3Sfzdruc/s1600-h/Oregon09+117.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV_kDebCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JUX3Sfzdruc/s320/Oregon09+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371129687346932770" border="0" /></a><br />Steven eating the son.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV_AUoWLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/An7rlJIKJUI/s1600-h/Oregon09+122.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV_AUoWLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/An7rlJIKJUI/s320/Oregon09+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371129677755209906" border="0" /></a><br />Walking along the beach.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV-34bgLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/naHCE67dUic/s1600-h/Oregon09+140.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV-34bgLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/naHCE67dUic/s320/Oregon09+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371129675489444018" border="0" /></a><br />On our drive home, Steven, Deneal and I stopped by a place called Punch Bowl Falls and hiked the 2 miles to the waterfalls. It was really beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV-VxK_RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4zjyN3NnMok/s1600-h/Oregon09+165.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDSyD5KgLBo/SooV-VxK_RI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4zjyN3NnMok/s320/Oregon09+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371129666332196114" border="0" /></a><br />We had a lot of fun and it was really nice to see our good friends. Patrick has such an awesome family who were so nice to us and let us crash at their place. Unfortunately we didn't take hardly any pictures while we were in Spokane, but oh well!ronelle and stevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16949148364941566674noreply@blogger.com3