tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275629312024-03-07T18:32:08.972-08:00Mothering Fourwell worth every trying momentHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-85974367154618936512015-01-12T22:09:00.002-08:002015-01-12T22:09:45.391-08:00What is the job of a Social Worker??<span style="font-size: x-small;"> I was inspired to write this after being made aware that a behavioral
science professional was unaware of the role of a social worker. Social
Workers have one of the most diverse roles in the behavioral sciences. </span><br />
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"Social work is the professional activity of helping individuals, groups, or communities enhance or restore their capacity for social functioning and creating societal conditions favorable to this goal. Social work practice consists of the professional application of social work values, principles, and techniques to one or more of the following ends.</div>
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1. people obtain tangible services</div>
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2.providing counseling and psychotherapy to individuals, families, and groups</div>
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3.helping communities or groups provide or improve social and health services</div>
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4. participating in relevant legislative processes</div>
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Social Workers work in a variety of settings including schools, hospitals, mental health clinics, senior centers, elected office, private practices, prisons, military, and corporations as well as a variety of other public and private agencies that serve individuals and families in need. According to the U.S. Department of Labor's Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), Social Work is one of the fastest growing careers in the United States."</div>
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(citation: http://www.uvu.edu/besc/bsw/) </div>
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An individual with a bachelors degree in Social Work is one of the few behavioral science bachelors degrees that has a license, the SSW (Service Social Worker) License. This means that when getting a BSW degree, you'll have a job waiting for you, which isn't the case with other degrees in the behavioral sciences. So a student that gets a bachelors degree in psychology has limited job openings in their field, but a Social Worker has a myriad of choices waiting for them when they get their bachelors degree and then is still able to go further and get their masters degree and perform counseling for clients. </div>
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In order to get a SSW license, the individual has to have 2000 supervised hours, a bachelors degree in social work, and pass the licensing exam. While getting a bachelors degree, students volunteer, work, and intern in many different settings, to assess which area they would like to apply their skills and to gain experience in their chosen field. I know many of my classmates who are currently working in substance abuse facilities, troubled youth, and facilities that work with individuals that have developmental delays. </div>
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I was lucky enough to volunteer in a setting that has a setting that mirrors what I want to work with. I hopefully will be lucky enough to work with either children and families involved in foster care, or child victims of abuse. I have a tough skin. I am able to be compassionate to the plights of children and want to help them, to see the need that is there and do what I can to help things to improve. I feel empathy for individuals, but I do well at not letting things not eat away at me. </div>
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I have one more year of classes, and then one year of an internship that will cover most of my 2000 hours, that is of course if I get accepted into the BSW program at my school. The Bachelors of Social Work Program is a program that you have to be accepted into. There is a resume, which includes professional, educational, and volunteer experience, there is a 2 page personal statement on why you are choosing social work, your strengths and limitations for this field, 2 letters of reference, school transcripts and a smidgen of other criteria. I just finished my application for the BSW program tonight and get to turn it in tomorrow...so wish me luck <3</div>
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Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11210800972151208734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-194257286075428502015-01-11T11:22:00.001-08:002015-01-11T11:27:33.668-08:00Working with what you've gotI am a nontraditional student in many senses of the word. I waited ten years to go back to school, I have four children, and now..I also work while going to school. I haven't published on facebook where I work. I feel that it is a lowly job for someone who has gone to school for three years, has four kids, and is over thirty. <br />
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I applied to many jobs before I took the one that I currently have. I knew with having morning classes that I could only work nights. I applied for a position in a girls facility at the local Mental Health facility. I got a call back from the mental health facility and they wanted me if I could work Sunday mornings. With four children at home, the youngest only five years old, and a husband who works weekends, I was not able to take the job. After the job being receded, I was frustrated, I wanted this job for experience, and because this was Exactly the age group that I want to work with when I am finished with school. I originally gave up on my job search.<br />
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When I came to my husband a few months back and talked with him about study abroad programs that my school was facilitating, he was completely on board. There were two study abroad programs that were in my area of study. Only one of the programs provided credit for my program, study abroad to Guatemala. I knew that we would not be able to afford the program without additional funds, so I reentered the job search. I applied to positions at four places, a restaurant as a waitress, housekeeping
job at a local hospital and two other positions. The email reply from
the housekeeping position was that I was not qualified to clean their
facility. That was a low blow. Low enough to send me looking at fast food.<br />
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So I took what I could get, I applied to the McDonald's location closest to my home and started working the day after I turned in my application. Fast food happens to be the one venue that works with the availability of their employees, and not around their client's schedules', or making employees fit around each other (which was the problem with two of the previous employer's that I turned in my application).<br />
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So I swallowed my pride, I am working fast food, saving for Guatemala, and making a small contribution to the bills that we have. When something is important to you, you take what you can get to achieve your goals. I know my limitations, and I know that my children will not be young forever. I am sure that I will be able to work in a facility for adolescents before I know it, I just have to give Jesse a bit longer to get older, and the other children some more time to mature to be able to be home by themselves for a Sunday morning.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-57005915131398028022013-03-23T12:15:00.001-07:002013-03-23T12:20:33.515-07:00So little time in the nightI know that more people wish for more time in the day to get things done, but truth be told I really cant get much done during the day with four kids. And so I have been doing my homework and studying after the children go to bed, until as late/ early as 3:30 a.m. It would be very beneficial if the twilight hours lasted a little longer, since that is the time that I get for homework and studying, and I sure do have a lot to do this weekend!<br />
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Most college students, and also people who work weekday jobs really enjoy the weekend. For me, it means less time to do housework and homework than before. I know that I am strong, I know that I can do this, but it does not make the way that this works any less frustrating or stressful. This weekend is one of the last weekends before this semester is over. I have a math test on Monday of which I haven't done most of the homework or review yet and do not understand the concepts, a biology test on Tuesday, and the first draft of my final English paper due by the end of the week. The moment that I sit down and attempt to do homework seems to be the moment that the children are magnetized to their mother. I am grateful that I have half-a-handful of friends (and cousin) that have been there for me when I need to take my biology and history tests that don't fit into the 2 1/2 hours three times a week that I am in class. It is really hard to not have anyone here for me when I need to study or get things done. <br />
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I know this was the hand that I was dealt. I just hope I don't burst under all the pressure, and hope that time is on my side this weekend as I try to get studying and homework done while attempting to be a good mother. And hopefully the kids will listen and finally get their rooms clean so they can watch a show and let Mommy have some quiet study time, fingers crossed!<br />
<br />Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-23882140201861054072011-12-21T11:56:00.003-08:002011-12-21T12:14:04.092-08:00If there was one thing I could change<div style="text-align: center;">About our house,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it would be the swamp cooler!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsbDWk7KsZk/TvI6KEeSsGI/AAAAAAAADBM/PC4JTUD4Wqg/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsbDWk7KsZk/TvI6KEeSsGI/AAAAAAAADBM/PC4JTUD4Wqg/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688673223996256354" border="0" /></a><br />I went to bed late this morning, before heading to bed I had Kacen who had to get a drink and as he was going down the stairs he was saying how he didn't feel well. I laid him on the couch with a bowl just in case. I kept hearing drip.... drip....drip thinking that it was part of a dream or the nightmare that I was having. I woke less than an hour after laying down and went to look for the dripping, we had our swamp cooler leaking a few drops before, so that's what I figured this was.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vfxfhfO6SQ/TvI6FhBrtsI/AAAAAAAADBA/AhS-pXAvgiA/s1600/IMG_0183.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/-8vfxfhfO6SQ/TvI6FhBrtsI/AAAAAAAADBA/AhS-pXAvgiA/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688673145761543874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I turn on the light and look and this time it wasn't just a little drip! It had torn the paint and damaged some of the wall and ceiling. Then going to living room, Kacen is not there, I figured he was better and had gone downstairs. He was getting sick in the bathroom downstairs and had all ready been sick in the living room while I was asleep. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBXuJcmf--k/TvI6AW_R75I/AAAAAAAADA0/Hm9jbcG0m78/s1600/IMG_0182.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/-CBXuJcmf--k/TvI6AW_R75I/AAAAAAAADA0/Hm9jbcG0m78/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688673057167765394" border="0" /></a><br />Thankfully though I have a husband that was able to leave work when I got a hold of him. He came home I talked to him for a second and he shut the door to our bedroom that is right on the other side of the swamp cooler, who knew that was all I needed to fall asleep. He checked out the damage saw what was needed to be able to fix it and had it all done before I woke up again.<br />And Kacen has been feeling much better, yay for nights that turn around :D<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-10205974726653669902011-11-11T09:33:00.000-08:002011-11-21T14:58:07.804-08:00Leaves are falling all around<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHPl6SUgi_E/Tr1dk-AecII/AAAAAAAADAg/jE5PHe7Ebyg/s1600/IMG_0090.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/-SHPl6SUgi_E/Tr1dk-AecII/AAAAAAAADAg/jE5PHe7Ebyg/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673793995258359938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leLgr-dBmiE/Tr1dHLsFp5I/AAAAAAAADAI/joyujcTLyP8/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leLgr-dBmiE/Tr1dHLsFp5I/AAAAAAAADAI/joyujcTLyP8/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673793483534870418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS71cfoL1zk/Tr1c7K1nWFI/AAAAAAAAC_8/PYY3W-OdE_A/s1600/IMG_0085.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/-HS71cfoL1zk/Tr1c7K1nWFI/AAAAAAAAC_8/PYY3W-OdE_A/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673793277147961426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZtO6johUMw/Tr1cipbGSPI/AAAAAAAAC_k/4zsGs2uLU8k/s1600/IMG_0103.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/-0ZtO6johUMw/Tr1cipbGSPI/AAAAAAAAC_k/4zsGs2uLU8k/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673792855861512434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkY9NYznfmQ/Tr1ctroJPBI/AAAAAAAAC_w/y9O1xzCFm6I/s1600/IMG_0094.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/-hkY9NYznfmQ/Tr1ctroJPBI/AAAAAAAAC_w/y9O1xzCFm6I/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673793045431663634" border="0" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-55480828210267180052011-11-03T07:46:00.000-07:002011-11-03T08:01:42.153-07:00A Little Boy's love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un-ZWm7FEVs/TrKptOO8DLI/AAAAAAAAC-c/tlm6fbcoUjY/s1600/IMG_0079.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/-un-ZWm7FEVs/TrKptOO8DLI/AAAAAAAAC-c/tlm6fbcoUjY/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670781475192835250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kacen has grown to not be so afraid of picking up his lizard.<br />In fact he went from being afraid to pick him up to kissing him.<br />Yep he uses his lips and his nose.<br />He got his lizard Diego for his birthday,<br />I think he is in love, he always wants to pick him up<br />even if he has just put him away.<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-60219035463798596442011-11-01T12:17:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:04:40.792-07:00You say, Trick Or Treat and Trick or TreatWe would walk down from getting candy at a house and Jesse would say, "You Say, Trick or Treat and Trick or Treat!" He was telling us what you're suppose to say when you get to the door. He was so cute this year. He talked about everything, what he got, how many, adorable.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixeDKKcBddQ/TrFYKhQKelI/AAAAAAAAC94/CvYefvW6QkY/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixeDKKcBddQ/TrFYKhQKelI/AAAAAAAAC94/CvYefvW6QkY/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670410343584266834" border="0" /></a>After putting on Abbi's class party, I picked up the girls and came home to get Paul and went to Paul's works annual Halloween trick-or-treating. It is always fun! Lots of candy and fun things like glow stick necklaces and all of the adults are dressed up! We went up to one of Paul's co-workers and I was trying to get Jesse to say trick-or-treat, and he was like he's tickle me Elmo he can just giggle!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4aQdnG9ewGI/TrFYCvzw5RI/AAAAAAAAC9s/L3fLpGnuehs/s1600/IMG_0055.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/-4aQdnG9ewGI/TrFYCvzw5RI/AAAAAAAAC9s/L3fLpGnuehs/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670410210052728082" border="0" /></a>Abbi the good witch :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMDAZntZXHY/TrFXlReFBzI/AAAAAAAAC9g/7YXGbsT-jvw/s1600/IMG_0057.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/-SMDAZntZXHY/TrFXlReFBzI/AAAAAAAAC9g/7YXGbsT-jvw/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670409703692502834" border="0" /></a>Spider-girl (Alona) found the perfect backdrop!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHgabNL2--8/TrFXctyLchI/AAAAAAAAC9U/vacWFD7SEko/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHgabNL2--8/TrFXctyLchI/AAAAAAAAC9U/vacWFD7SEko/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670409556674179602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We went Trick or treating with my cousin and her children. They were all so cute. Justin and Kacen were the best of buds, putting their arms around each other and playing as we were walking along going to houses.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDJhR12i_eg/TrFYd4CnfHI/AAAAAAAAC-E/aEDOgbWmX44/s1600/IMG_0070.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/-tDJhR12i_eg/TrFYd4CnfHI/AAAAAAAAC-E/aEDOgbWmX44/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670410676118977650" border="0" /></a><br />Our first house had Thriller playing outside, all the kids were coming down the stairs dancing to the music. Alona was in love with this, she had it as her end of year dance last year in school. She lit up when she heard that and went to town dancing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXALDHPKOR4/TrFYkE70ObI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/-e5eNldam0g/s1600/IMG_0072.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/-KXALDHPKOR4/TrFYkE70ObI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/-e5eNldam0g/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670410782659328434" border="0" /></a>Elmo getting cracker jacks and fruit snacks from our second house!<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-57762106926706119282011-10-23T19:50:00.000-07:002011-11-07T08:08:30.027-08:00Reptilian Birthday<div style="text-align: center;">Kacen turned 5!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SS3texssvg/TrKqkUSxj2I/AAAAAAAAC-0/CzYWZwStDlo/s1600/IMG_0029.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/-3SS3texssvg/TrKqkUSxj2I/AAAAAAAAC-0/CzYWZwStDlo/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782421712342882" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">For months and months he has been asking for a REAL Lizard for his birthday.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">So while I went and got stitches in Jesse's head, Paul went with Kacen to get a Real Lizard.<br />They ended up getting a bearded dragon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFij3ZHOsGs/TrKqftmCcOI/AAAAAAAAC-o/1NGTO-AqsvI/s1600/IMG_0011.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/-rFij3ZHOsGs/TrKqftmCcOI/AAAAAAAAC-o/1NGTO-AqsvI/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782342604681442" border="0" /></a>So when I went to the store to get a pinata and cupcakes I was happily surprised to find a T-Rex Pinata, which of course dinosaurs are just big lizards. And cupcakes with dinosaur rings on them! The kids had a blast hitting the Pinata, pretty sure our friend Archer was the one that broke it open, he has an awesome arm on him!<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_0ozMUgu34/TrKq26S5HcI/AAAAAAAAC_M/OQo4O0whUFw/s1600/IMG_0030.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/-v_0ozMUgu34/TrKq26S5HcI/AAAAAAAAC_M/OQo4O0whUFw/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782741151030722" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I went to turn on the camera while we were singing Happy Birthday<br />and by the time that it was ready (we weren't even halfway through the song)<br />Kacen had the candles all ready blown out. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiYHBIsPOBA/TrKqoFv9hnI/AAAAAAAAC_A/KIkbO5-aJ9Y/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiYHBIsPOBA/TrKqoFv9hnI/AAAAAAAAC_A/KIkbO5-aJ9Y/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782486527706738" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Birthday to one Happy Frosting covered boy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSsS-FsQ6E/TrKsKz8wflI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/_HRZki0UOcQ/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSsS-FsQ6E/TrKsKz8wflI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/_HRZki0UOcQ/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670784182556589650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-33361562568660759022011-10-23T12:19:00.000-07:002011-10-24T19:05:01.534-07:00Jesse's first... stitches!Not exactly how we had planned to start out Kacen's fifth birthday. We stayed out late and so we woke up later than usual, I started chores and gave the kids baths so that we wouldn't have to do that at the end of the day and we could just do fun birthday things. So the boys were done bathing, Jesse was dressed(his pants were a little long), I had gotten Abbi in the tub and Jesse had decided to follow Paul down the stairs and tripped over his pants, down the stairs and in to the shoe shelf at the bottom.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REXenQ7bJas/TqRvUeMdpdI/AAAAAAAAC8o/frzEQfnQNNw/s1600/jessehead.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REXenQ7bJas/TqRvUeMdpdI/AAAAAAAAC8o/frzEQfnQNNw/s320/jessehead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666776628632331730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Paul reacted well, picked Jesse up took him to the bathroom and applied pressure to the wound. Taped it up and then headed to instacare, glad to have an alternative to the ER on a Saturday afternoon. they warned me first thing after seeing the Dr. that they do not use sedation and I might have to go to the ER if he couldn't hold still. It was not a pretty wound, the doctor thought that he might need to do two layers of stitches and was playing inside of Jesse's head before stitching it and pointing out that he could see bone in there and tissue that might need to be sewn. Thankfully Jesse only needed one layer of stitches, though there are many stitches on the top layer.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yBm2g0logA/TqRvCnpMlZI/AAAAAAAAC8c/BKFOYT6mit4/s1600/IMG_0007.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/-0yBm2g0logA/TqRvCnpMlZI/AAAAAAAAC8c/BKFOYT6mit4/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666776321931122066" border="0" /></a><br />Thank goodness that with the male nurse holding Jesse's head in place and me holding his hands and talking to him helping to stay calm, he was perfectly still (almost) the whole time.<br />He wiggled once or twice when the dr had thread hanging over in top Jesse's face while he was looping it in knots and tying it. Or when he was stitching it and accidentally caught a strand of Jesse's hair in the stitch than Jesse would whine and wiggle just a little. But a slight adjustment from the nurse and reassurance from mom, he was fine once again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYRcvq9138E/TqRxmVZH8kI/AAAAAAAAC80/TVHC0kSEuNA/s1600/jbandaid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYRcvq9138E/TqRxmVZH8kI/AAAAAAAAC80/TVHC0kSEuNA/s320/jbandaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666779134530417218" border="0" /></a><br />Hitting Pinatas and playing with friends at Kacen's birthday he was one super happy kid. Not even phased by the owie on his head!<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-1848179382390975552011-10-15T22:29:00.000-07:002011-10-15T22:37:44.439-07:00breaking from the pastI was talking with someone and the topics of upbringings and childhood came up<br /><br />Does not having parents guidance and input as a teenager and a crappy childhood give people an excuse to make bad choices as adults. Am I not the norm in thinking that the past is the past and we have to own up to what we do now no matter what has happened to us before? Just wondering others opinions on this..Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-60455091454806139892011-09-07T09:50:00.000-07:002011-09-07T11:34:04.519-07:00Climate for Growth Preschool<div style="text-align: center;">Kacen started preschool yesterday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgjYr-ano58/Tmeyx5RvFmI/AAAAAAAAC7s/tV1YoiQPO7U/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgjYr-ano58/Tmeyx5RvFmI/AAAAAAAAC7s/tV1YoiQPO7U/s320/IMG_3963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649680827818120802" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />We had applied for Kacen to be in the title one preschool<br />at the Elementary school back in May.<br />The first week that the girls were in school he went in for testing,<br />the preschool was based on need, so if children were<br />handicapped or far behind their peers than they had<br />a good chance of being accepted in to the program.<br />Kacen took the test and knew almost everything<br />that they were asking him.<br />I didn't have much hope for him getting in there,<br />and when I went to check the class list of course his name was not there.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />I have a friend that I met in Provo and now lives a few blocks away<br />she was saying how a lady from her ward<br />works at this preschool that she liked on facebook.<br />So I emailed them and checked in to it. For the area and what they<br />offer they are the cheapest,<br />they have field trips, have structured lessons and<br />a teacher that has a degree and also<br />taught preschool for over 15 years.<br />So the fact that she has it in her home didnt draw me away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35fv4FBRIp4/Tmey21qkmII/AAAAAAAAC70/SJCK7-QKIOw/s1600/IMG_3961.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/-35fv4FBRIp4/Tmey21qkmII/AAAAAAAAC70/SJCK7-QKIOw/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649680912747894914" border="0" /></a>Kacen seemed to really like it, and I enjoyed the time with<br />just Jesse for a few hours yesterday.<br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-80467328860017449342011-09-05T21:10:00.000-07:002011-09-05T21:22:40.249-07:00Pay Day<div style="text-align: center;">One of the two best days of the month, the other one of course is the other pay day at the end of the month ;) For us pay day is really significant,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a few reasons why:<br />Picture Mount Everest size,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://debstake.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/mt-everest.jpg?w=247&h=300"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 299px;" src="http://debstake.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/mt-everest.jpg?w=247&h=300" alt="" border="0" /></a>but in laundry!<br />why, because we dont have laundry soap,<br />and have to wait for it till tomorrow!<br /><br />Think of a deserted Island<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1brGslTMMiJ1MbY6WS0haX4znM5YKdgUD1NqvtiR49bQ-n5y3DiX6NhjYSq11MGH9DFVsBfajWW3cqsON0e8V7gs0kT9T89HbVq6ataui4qyg-3ER3YnjQ9vItdk7sAnbS5meGw/s1600/dtp_skullisland_800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1brGslTMMiJ1MbY6WS0haX4znM5YKdgUD1NqvtiR49bQ-n5y3DiX6NhjYSq11MGH9DFVsBfajWW3cqsON0e8V7gs0kT9T89HbVq6ataui4qyg-3ER3YnjQ9vItdk7sAnbS5meGw/s1600/dtp_skullisland_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> a 1800 sq ft deserted island<br />looks pretty right<br />but there are just four kids... and you<br />why, I have no gas and havent for the past week<br />Pay day=freedom!<br /><br />Think of bills<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpWg7RwcXS6Jrp32uMfCj7wksa8GyrTbx6YtlaV9uLfgSts1sC3g"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpWg7RwcXS6Jrp32uMfCj7wksa8GyrTbx6YtlaV9uLfgSts1sC3g" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpWg7RwcXS6Jrp32uMfCj7wksa8GyrTbx6YtlaV9uLfgSts1sC3g"> </a><br />bills that are due on the 5th<br />and you get paid on the sixth<br />yep those are two days late every time<br /><br />And then there's this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.picturesof.net/_images_300/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Man_Looking_Into_an_Empty_Fridge_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100708-172098-588053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.picturesof.net/_images_300/A_Colorful_Cartoon_Man_Looking_Into_an_Empty_Fridge_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100708-172098-588053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />PAYDAY's are Awesome!!<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-35843505218819997152011-08-12T09:19:00.000-07:002011-08-12T15:38:42.777-07:00The last few days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38Q0Nn7BI1c/TkWkMDzwBUI/AAAAAAAAC5o/WmOJXxzLA0U/s1600/IMG_3813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38Q0Nn7BI1c/TkWkMDzwBUI/AAAAAAAAC5o/WmOJXxzLA0U/s320/IMG_3813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640094635439162690" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">We were invited to a baby shower on the 9th. I thought that I would make the most of it, and scheduled a time to go to the Sweet's Candy Company. The hair nets were the funniest thing, Abbi thought it was awesome and Jesse's kept falling over his eyes. It was too cute for words, wish I would've been able to have my camera, but no camera's allowed in the factory. Abbi was excited for days before the tour to have the samples. As we started on to the tour, Abbi kept asking, Mom when are they gonna give out samples? Luckily they got to those, a few times! Chocolate covered raspberry sticks, taffy and jelly beans were some of the delectable treats. I dont even like chocolate sticks and these were good, being warm from the factory probably helped. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2TSz4wasmo/TkWmjFAU71I/AAAAAAAAC5w/MRCX_04Trag/s1600/IMG_3814.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/-O2TSz4wasmo/TkWmjFAU71I/AAAAAAAAC5w/MRCX_04Trag/s320/IMG_3814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640097229920595794" border="0" /></a>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We then went to Val and Ruth's where the kids helped Grandpa set up the tent where the kids would be sleeping. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8lcyQNWfmk/TkWoSqH4zmI/AAAAAAAAC6o/oRw4yf_9I_4/s1600/IMG_3816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8lcyQNWfmk/TkWoSqH4zmI/AAAAAAAAC6o/oRw4yf_9I_4/s320/IMG_3816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640099146849898082" border="0" /></a>Alona was really good at hammering the stakes in there. Kacen was trying so hard, he kept hitting his fingers though and decided to give Mom his hammer to finish it off.
<br />Jesse's way of helping. Climb in the tent container, tip over and then climb back in.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCk9toKa6_w/TkWnTZofgpI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/nkMiYs6xz20/s1600/IMG_3817.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/-vCk9toKa6_w/TkWnTZofgpI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/nkMiYs6xz20/s320/IMG_3817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640098060091490962" border="0" /></a>
<br />The boys stayed and Played with the adults and cousin Kellie. While I took the girls
<br />to Brittney's baby shower. Abbi's highlight of the whole event, getting a ducky on the back of her plate and winning a candle. It was a great Open house, really cute, with lots of thought put in to it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_TBtpOEQ24/TkWnLDeR4LI/AAAAAAAAC6I/V4O50FkHsiM/s1600/IMG_3823.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/-C_TBtpOEQ24/TkWnLDeR4LI/AAAAAAAAC6I/V4O50FkHsiM/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640097916704121010" border="0" /></a>
<br />Kellie and Abbi watching Harry and the Hendersons on Grandpa's couch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86C768nNhvo/TkWnm541RWI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/QwA44wAr3_I/s1600/IMG_3826.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/-86C768nNhvo/TkWnm541RWI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/QwA44wAr3_I/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640098395167475042" border="0" /></a>
<br />The next day we all went to Cherry Hill
<br />They have an awesome pirate ship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhs_wCOg9GQ/TkWnwtjCtgI/AAAAAAAAC6g/G9vjthB_qVQ/s1600/IMG_3830.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/-jhs_wCOg9GQ/TkWnwtjCtgI/AAAAAAAAC6g/G9vjthB_qVQ/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640098563653547522" border="0" /></a>
<br />A fun play area for the kids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNyI4alOrm0/TkWplMMRbaI/AAAAAAAAC6w/bToiUnG8w4k/s1600/IMG_3838.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/-eNyI4alOrm0/TkWplMMRbaI/AAAAAAAAC6w/bToiUnG8w4k/s320/IMG_3838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640100564744367522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsfgUHOO2sQ/TkWqdGpVYLI/AAAAAAAAC7I/zJ9sX0gx50c/s1600/IMG_3872.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsfgUHOO2sQ/TkWqdGpVYLI/AAAAAAAAC7I/zJ9sX0gx50c/s320/IMG_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640101525328322738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4V-9AjcYuAA/TkWqviqKULI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/Ms-r1vl2as4/s1600/IMG_3874.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/-4V-9AjcYuAA/TkWqviqKULI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/Ms-r1vl2as4/s320/IMG_3874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640101842085630130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwSvgZWbsKo/TkWp3UY9uJI/AAAAAAAAC64/kUQiecgaueE/s1600/IMG_3857.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwSvgZWbsKo/TkWp3UY9uJI/AAAAAAAAC64/kUQiecgaueE/s320/IMG_3857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640100876182730898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf2ufH76srU/TkWqPjcBpcI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EWUE8-xP4E0/s1600/IMG_3861.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/-Cf2ufH76srU/TkWqPjcBpcI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EWUE8-xP4E0/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640101292538963394" border="0" /></a>
<br />I got quite a few pictures of the end of our swimming adventure
<br />Kacen and Jesse wanted Mommy to stay on the Lazy river for about the first hour and a half. They really liked it, they took turns riding with Grandpa and Mom and Kacen waited for the water to start squirting at him, it turns on every half hour to 40 min
<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-56278640742796105342011-07-30T17:36:00.000-07:002011-07-30T17:56:53.182-07:00When its important, you make it happen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xv__8n15SmI/TjSmY8-JRSI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/kNb8lYXFhfw/s1600/IMG_3701.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/-xv__8n15SmI/TjSmY8-JRSI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/kNb8lYXFhfw/s320/IMG_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635311981361186082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had so many road blocks come up while trying to make it to my brothers wedding. When I thought that I had fixed one, another one would come up. But in the end, I knew what was important and I was able to make it to my brothers wedding. At first I thought that with not having to pay a gas bill, that I would be able to afford it and go by myself, nope. So then I thought that I had enough gas in my car to ride up to my grandparents house and drive with them. But I had one too many people, so I tried to find someone to watch one of my kids so we could go, right before I found someone to take one (Alona) my great aunt died and I didnt think that my grandparents would want three kids spending the night with them in Idaho while they went to her funeral. See many roadblocks. But suffice to say, I made it, and I am so glad that I did! I think Chris was a little surprised when I called to ask him which church the wedding was at and he came to get me cause I was at the wrong one. There is a picture with my brother, Abbi and I before the ceremony started, the boys kept running off.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHpGO6PKfW0/TjSl_EA78sI/AAAAAAAAC5A/zmJ4GA1NiGM/s1600/IMG_3724.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/-FHpGO6PKfW0/TjSl_EA78sI/AAAAAAAAC5A/zmJ4GA1NiGM/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635311536575345346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Exchanging rings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVCsBPtK74U/TjSmJtALNoI/AAAAAAAAC5I/XANREjw4kSI/s1600/IMG_3726.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/-RVCsBPtK74U/TjSmJtALNoI/AAAAAAAAC5I/XANREjw4kSI/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635311719376696962" border="0" /></a><br />The happy married couple<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNBHJFuvDeo/TjSllgL0lnI/AAAAAAAAC44/OCToem636SQ/s1600/IMG_3741.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/-MNBHJFuvDeo/TjSllgL0lnI/AAAAAAAAC44/OCToem636SQ/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635311097460594290" border="0" /></a>Chris, Roslyn, the boys, Abbi, my mother and I<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrHDWp-57vM/TjSlf7_MekI/AAAAAAAAC4w/bY-aqzEhGS8/s1600/IMG_3737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrHDWp-57vM/TjSlf7_MekI/AAAAAAAAC4w/bY-aqzEhGS8/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635311001844611650" border="0" /></a><br />Abbi was so super excited that Roslyn was her new aunt. She kept wanting to go see her before the ceremony. And was enthralled that to get a picture hugging her afterwards. The luncheon was delicious and entertaining, they would kiss when the bells were rung that were on the tables. and I am excited that we were able to be a part of the Wedding pictures.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-12118158596111512652011-07-30T15:57:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:37:35.396-07:00Staycation with Grandma, Bella and Papa<div style="text-align: center;">Dont know if anyone is reading my blog,<br />but I think these moments are important, so here it goes anyway.<br /><br />We are so glad that Marta and Bella came to our house for a week long visit before they moved to Georgia. It was our first time having family stay more than one night and we loved it. We had dinner when they arrived here on Monday night. And then started planning our week once they got here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1KWwF41_Y/TjSRZ0BdFgI/AAAAAAAAC4o/0LufS1JTkiM/s1600/IMG_3559.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/-1b1KWwF41_Y/TjSRZ0BdFgI/AAAAAAAAC4o/0LufS1JTkiM/s320/IMG_3559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288906394834434" border="0" /></a><br />First full day with them here,<br />we went to story time at the Provo library<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aggDUXcx5bs/TjSRRP-YmZI/AAAAAAAAC4g/hwIvdRuVdn0/s1600/IMG_3578.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/-aggDUXcx5bs/TjSRRP-YmZI/AAAAAAAAC4g/hwIvdRuVdn0/s320/IMG_3578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288759279327634" border="0" /></a>Our Second full day of them being here, we took a trip to Carl's Junior and then went to the dollar theater to watch Rio, which just happened to be in 3D.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voanTi3N8l8/TjSQ8pKHjCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/91HqpMdY8t8/s1600/IMG_3581.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/-voanTi3N8l8/TjSQ8pKHjCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/91HqpMdY8t8/s320/IMG_3581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288405262175266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The glasses were pretty cool<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LETJE4Fr4-w/TjSQOtYBYHI/AAAAAAAAC4A/uimFMWCMJEQ/s1600/IMG_3576.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/-LETJE4Fr4-w/TjSQOtYBYHI/AAAAAAAAC4A/uimFMWCMJEQ/s320/IMG_3576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635287616120250482" border="0" /></a><br />The movie was about a captive blue macaw, that was brought to Brazil to be bred. He goes on some fun and exciting adventures, and discovers who he is and where he came from.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hW54Y8U4wW8/TjSPalDBM4I/AAAAAAAAC34/8OxNrqsZEdA/s1600/IMG_3580.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/-hW54Y8U4wW8/TjSPalDBM4I/AAAAAAAAC34/8OxNrqsZEdA/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635286720531477378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUwGK50rGgw/TjSPSbFbu2I/AAAAAAAAC3w/NEeEsqTCk08/s1600/IMG_3597.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/-wUwGK50rGgw/TjSPSbFbu2I/AAAAAAAAC3w/NEeEsqTCk08/s320/IMG_3597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635286580418296674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to the neighborhood potluck bbq for dinner. Everyone had baked fish (I traded my for chicken). And the kids played with the other kids in the quad.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yf1_lO4F9FE/TjSO1VZqE8I/AAAAAAAAC3o/oL4m2Q9iau0/s1600/IMG_3612.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yf1_lO4F9FE/TjSO1VZqE8I/AAAAAAAAC3o/oL4m2Q9iau0/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635286080676303810" border="0" /></a>The next day we went to the zoo, amazing Elephants.<br />Rio at the theater was a good activity to do the day before the zoo.<br />We went to the bird show and they blue and red macaw's flying<br />around. It was amazing to watch<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29IyuinclmU/TjSOsCpd8FI/AAAAAAAAC3g/7LhjUOvW7eg/s1600/IMG_3617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29IyuinclmU/TjSOsCpd8FI/AAAAAAAAC3g/7LhjUOvW7eg/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635285921023520850" border="0" /></a>photogenic Abbi<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1WGp7t8T7k/TjSNw4h-b6I/AAAAAAAAC3I/qxaw7FRqyI8/s1600/IMG_3640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1WGp7t8T7k/TjSNw4h-b6I/AAAAAAAAC3I/qxaw7FRqyI8/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635284904695459746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In front of one of the new interactive dinosaurs, T-Rex.<br />Fun new thing put on by Big-O!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UBkmFVk1ME/TjSOF-tfe1I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/S7ZdRSGhVUc/s1600/IMG_3687.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/-5UBkmFVk1ME/TjSOF-tfe1I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/S7ZdRSGhVUc/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635285267131628370" border="0" /></a>Reading Time with Grandma<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gntWTKn4r7g/TjSM7iYixqI/AAAAAAAAC3A/_otAwcocnC8/s1600/IMG_3681.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gntWTKn4r7g/TjSM7iYixqI/AAAAAAAAC3A/_otAwcocnC8/s320/IMG_3681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635283988217251490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Friday and Saturday we went swimming<br />Friday with Paul and Saturday with Papa<br />We loved having them at our home and will miss them...<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-28407351253553170522011-07-19T14:31:00.000-07:002011-07-19T14:34:41.494-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Parting is not sweet, dont know who came up with that.<br />Glad that I could be there when my Abbi was there crying<br />that Grandma and Papa were leaving and moving away<br />as I held her, held on to her and heard her heart break<br />as I watched tears just sit on the top of her head<br />and other tears drip beneath her.<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-51305843538657978322011-07-06T16:03:00.000-07:002011-07-07T07:55:45.760-07:00T-Ball<div style="text-align: center;">Kacen played T-Ball this year. The first game was probably the most fun to watch. Kacen's team was in the outfield first so they were all catching the balls, seriously, there was a group of five dog piling to catch the ball.<br />Then they were up to bat, after Kacen had hit the ball and he was rounding bases, he ran past second and headed to third but before he kept going he saw the ball that his other team mate had hit and went to go catch it. Yep he was playing both sides, being outfield first must've confused him a little.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k7e1OGzacZE/ThXB8HLIw9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/FLWB-xgr74E/s1600/IMG_3344.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/-k7e1OGzacZE/ThXB8HLIw9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/FLWB-xgr74E/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616547931374546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUoC0rBgnTU/ThXBh1PaaqI/AAAAAAAAC14/Qxi-PJKEf_c/s1600/IMG_3335.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/-jUoC0rBgnTU/ThXBh1PaaqI/AAAAAAAAC14/Qxi-PJKEf_c/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616096440871586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upggBNSN7qE/ThXBu96jscI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Zt02v7fOlNk/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT-7o39xDhM/ThXBneyZB1I/AAAAAAAAC2A/ZCkIz6eK_lU/s1600/IMG_3336.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/-AT-7o39xDhM/ThXBneyZB1I/AAAAAAAAC2A/ZCkIz6eK_lU/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616193492780882" border="0" /></a>But since then he has learned better how to play the game.<br />And is a actually a great hitter and is getting better at everything every time he plays!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaLPTGo_2Zw/ThXCH8s08II/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fMJQHtXCiNU/s1600/IMG_3529.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/-vaLPTGo_2Zw/ThXCH8s08II/AAAAAAAAC2Y/fMJQHtXCiNU/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616751278321794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Yesterdays practice<br />One of the Coaches was up against a wall and letting the kids practice throwing by aiming at him. They didnt let up, after he had left the wall and taken a phone call, some of the kids thought Coach was a fun moving target. He was such a good sport.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oflgwYHohtw/ThXCN4d3jwI/AAAAAAAAC2g/WJs4BS1jaDg/s1600/IMG_3530.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/-oflgwYHohtw/ThXCN4d3jwI/AAAAAAAAC2g/WJs4BS1jaDg/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616853221052162" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXRpyYTPR4Y/ThXBbRKHocI/AAAAAAAAC1w/HBnA3ZrGXAc/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHQKgdSDIQQ/ThXBRaRtNYI/AAAAAAAAC1o/xJ2pSyOfTks/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG"><br /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-24472572771441122122011-07-04T13:41:00.000-07:002011-07-04T15:22:18.749-07:00Happy Fourth!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBRODkxhFSs/ThImiVHFomI/AAAAAAAAC0A/QUwuGJZGB1Q/s1600/IMG_3506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBRODkxhFSs/ThImiVHFomI/AAAAAAAAC0A/QUwuGJZGB1Q/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625601255763452514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uu94T8SYKw/ThIl9z93NnI/AAAAAAAACzo/QjYafX_yLGk/s1600/IMG_3514.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/-2Uu94T8SYKw/ThIl9z93NnI/AAAAAAAACzo/QjYafX_yLGk/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600628391097970" border="0" /></a>Woke up before 6 am, got all the kids up, dressed, into the van and headed out to Provo for their annual Freedom Festival Hot Air Balloons.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT2FQb5b6I0/ThImHqx3icI/AAAAAAAACz4/oJL5EQQBuaY/s1600/IMG_3518.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT2FQb5b6I0/ThImHqx3icI/AAAAAAAACz4/oJL5EQQBuaY/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600797723560386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhRwRiMhqu0/ThIl4jcLT-I/AAAAAAAACzg/C64cdP42gyw/s1600/IMG_3520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhRwRiMhqu0/ThIl4jcLT-I/AAAAAAAACzg/C64cdP42gyw/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600538055495650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Those are some hot flames even when you are 20 feet away. I cant imagine how toasty it would be to ride in the basket.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwHMHEPJaxY/ThImCODIfkI/AAAAAAAACzw/xYa22t2lpDw/s1600/IMG_3521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwHMHEPJaxY/ThImCODIfkI/AAAAAAAACzw/xYa22t2lpDw/s320/IMG_3521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600704112000578" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuoAeyWNoYQ/ThIlv_M6ZoI/AAAAAAAACzY/Zshx73jxs7w/s1600/IMG_3522.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/-QuoAeyWNoYQ/ThIlv_M6ZoI/AAAAAAAACzY/Zshx73jxs7w/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600390888842882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We were on the wrong side of the Piggy Balloon, as you can see. And were leaving as<br />Darth Vader was getting put up.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLdlMCjpMUs/ThIln6xtRoI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Xi7bT4ci1yw/s1600/IMG_3524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLdlMCjpMUs/ThIln6xtRoI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Xi7bT4ci1yw/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625600252262041218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The kids had a great time, we even ran in to friends that live around the block from us. The weather was kinda questionable, with all the storm clouds out. So to appease the Huge crowd, the balloons were filled and tethered in the air so we could at least see them lift off, without actually taking off.<br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-22052773284143597192011-06-24T10:33:00.000-07:002011-06-27T12:55:39.097-07:00Being seenI hate making appointments to go to the doctor. I hate spending the money for the co-pay, and I hate going in thinking hey, maybe nothing is really wrong with me and I will just be wasting my time and money. I go in thinking maybe if I just had waited it out longer, it would have gotten better. I have had vertigo for the past three days, the room is moving, I am dizzy, almost fall over, have fell over once actually. I keep thinking maybe I am causing myself to be this way, but its just not going away.<br /><br />I have an appointment scheduled for about a week and a half out for something totally unrelated, and I thought hey, I'll just combine going for that and going in for the vertigo at the same time, it will save time and money. But what do ya know, they only have same day appointments for patients with acute illnesses. So they will see me for the vertigo, but will not combine appointments for the other thing that I will be seen for. Darn it all!<br /><br />I am the kind of person that if things don't go as i was trying to have it go, i get irritated, so i hung up on the receptionist at the first clinic that I called. The second clinic that I called, was adamant at first, but being the persistent person that I am,she eventually conceded to letting me do both appointments at once, but I felt bad for being pushy, so I told her I would call around and see if anyone else would take me for both today, and if not then I would call back for the appointment that was on Monday. But I didn't want to bother her, so I decided to give up and call the other clinic that is close to us and schedule an appointment just for the vertigo.<br /><br />I guess I will be going back in two weeks and just be being seen for the vertigo today, hopefully I am not going in for nothing today...<br /><br />June 27th:<br />Well it turns out that the vertigo aka inner ear infection is able to have antibiotics to help clear out the ears and help that all clear up and then they gave me some nausea meds that I probably wont be taking again. knocked me right out, no matter how hard I tried to stay awake. The vertigo is almost gone, but now I have daily migraines that are worse with motion and noise and now my stomach is uneasy and I have lost my appetite. Hopefully I start to get better soon :)Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-81184828152915297262011-06-22T09:23:00.000-07:002011-06-23T16:07:06.564-07:00Its 10 am where are your children...<span style="font-size:100%;">At 10 am my children were outside with the beach ball sprinkler on, inside of the kiddie pool that they filled up with the new sand that we bought yesterday. And the oldest that I asked to be in our yard while I was doing something in the house was at the neighbors. They were soaking wet, shoes off laying in puddles of water. I can seriously never leave them alone.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Yesterday at breakfast there soy sauce to drink in everyone's cups. Maybe it looked like grape juice and they were trying to be helpful :)<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I've started doing chores for discipline, cant complain, I am loving this, kids rooms are getting clean. Today for Abbi turning the water on and putting sand in the swimming pool, and then leaving the yard to go play with friends when I told her not to, she got to clean her room before getting any privileges.<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><br /></span>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-1229601965808789532011-06-21T22:29:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:28:21.881-07:00It hit meMarta called me today(not a rare occasion), it came up in the phone call about her leaving. Today was her last day really living in Utah, she is heading out to stay in Colorado for about a week, then coming back to get another load of her stuff and staying with us for a few days before heading back out to Georgia to live. It took me putting all the kids to bed, being all alone and and feeling lonely to have it really get to me. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWalvf42ct8/TgGGnrdCqJI/AAAAAAAACyg/-zI5uI4sbnA/s1600/Jesse_gma_kiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWalvf42ct8/TgGGnrdCqJI/AAAAAAAACyg/-zI5uI4sbnA/s320/Jesse_gma_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620921826172643474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPQg44VGUhQ/TgGDpi-VwwI/AAAAAAAACyY/8N_3E96TQGQ/s1600/IMG_3372.JPG"><br /></a>I started thinking about the kids birthdays, holidays, children's events and how the stalwart attendee wouldn't be here anymore. How this amazing lady who has practically been my mother for the past twelve years would be living in a different state, across the country and the tears could not be held in, an overwhelming feel of heaviness started to rush from my chest to my head and they just escaped. Im really going to miss herHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-57730174754924584792011-06-15T21:15:00.000-07:002011-06-15T23:47:58.011-07:00Happy Father's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owVH414-jak/TfmDnkkotJI/AAAAAAAACx4/FLtyFPFwqqs/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owVH414-jak/TfmDnkkotJI/AAAAAAAACx4/FLtyFPFwqqs/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618666725976880274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to all the amazing dads in mine and my family's lives <h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">My uncle who taught me to drive & was my dad when i liv</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_dB_oSYWYA/TfmnDeXCzaI/AAAAAAAACyI/RvBEI8uNNSc/s1600/232936.JPG"><br /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">ed with him & walked me down the aisle</span></span></h6><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"> My father-in-law, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/woodywoodcech" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1832200671">Kelly</a> he's always there for us, seriously...whether its car trouble, car repairs, sprinkler leaks, plumbing problems, kids birthdays, holidays, with how hard he is always working, he is always there for us :)He is moving to Georgia this week, we will miss him more than words can say</span></span><br /></h6><span style="font-size:130%;">My husband Paul, a great dad to our four children</span><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">My Grandpa who came to all special events, daddy daughter date, ch</span></span></h6> <h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">oir events, school play, graduation (mine and Paul's), kids recitals and many other things.<br /></span></span></h6><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">and to all those not mentioned, we love you,</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Father's Day!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />P.S. In case you have ever wondered, this is what my dad looked like....<br /><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xo9E4-ei9A/Tfmmlx_CDQI/AAAAAAAACyA/O84oClpBwJQ/s1600/232251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xo9E4-ei9A/Tfmmlx_CDQI/AAAAAAAACyA/O84oClpBwJQ/s400/232251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618705178124487938" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></h6><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-81851881847831585202011-06-09T18:16:00.000-07:002011-06-10T23:05:10.931-07:00Jesse is TWO :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j7aO5zPuPw/TfF3zuehFXI/AAAAAAAACw0/SOrXVsogM20/s1600/IMG_3365.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3j7aO5zPuPw/TfF3zuehFXI/AAAAAAAACw0/SOrXVsogM20/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616401940840781170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The morning before his birthday, We went to the store to get ice cream, treats for the goody bags and get the balloons blown up. He loves balloons, every time that he sees them, he squeals, "Balloons, Pop Em!"<br />While we were at the store we passed by the bakery section and I noticed that there was a Diego cake there. Diego has bobos (monkeys), I had a Curious George bought to go on a cake and thought that the bobos and jungle themed cake would go along great with George. And the cake was half off! So I took off Diego and put on George, but then later that evening when we got to the party at the park, Jesse wanted Diego and George to have a party on his cake, so they did!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ3yIHHZPxM/TfF37dlfMNI/AAAAAAAACw8/zhZ2N4vqjWA/s1600/IMG_3370.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/-UQ3yIHHZPxM/TfF37dlfMNI/AAAAAAAACw8/zhZ2N4vqjWA/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402073745567954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3SxG-0ykEA/TfF3_uJLZwI/AAAAAAAACxE/UyslU5vucXw/s1600/IMG_3387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3SxG-0ykEA/TfF3_uJLZwI/AAAAAAAACxE/UyslU5vucXw/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402146909710082" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great time at the park, with cake, ice cream, presents<br />friends, grandma Wood, Papa and Bella<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfteUKKw_Xw/TfF2ylfy_mI/AAAAAAAACws/T0Q5SoWvRRo/s1600/IMG_3392.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/-zfteUKKw_Xw/TfF2ylfy_mI/AAAAAAAACws/T0Q5SoWvRRo/s320/IMG_3392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616400821738733154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65A00pBh9Qc/TfF4LgZqjTI/AAAAAAAACxM/95zFZFhk3b0/s1600/IMG_3405.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/-65A00pBh9Qc/TfF4LgZqjTI/AAAAAAAACxM/95zFZFhk3b0/s320/IMG_3405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616402349379194162" border="0" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-78503528894776856802011-06-04T18:02:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:41:07.859-07:00Another end to the school year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz8GOWNiyv4/ThJpohb4_MI/AAAAAAAAC1g/PDSK7TeCHX8/s1600/IMG_3239.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/-Zz8GOWNiyv4/ThJpohb4_MI/AAAAAAAAC1g/PDSK7TeCHX8/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625675029430205634" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Pictures of the girls doing a dance at the school
<br />and then a picture with Abbi and her teacher, Ms. Crompton and Alona and her teacher, Ms. Bowman
<br />Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27562931.post-10718903563611193202011-06-04T12:05:00.000-07:002011-06-04T12:50:15.808-07:00We were at a neighborhood hot dog lunch and the fire trucks came<br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Kacen: "Mom why did the fire truck spray water"</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Abbi: "For Jesse's birthday"</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Kacen: "Oh so the fire trucks came and sprayed just for us!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;">another one from today:</span><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-size:130%;">A</span><span style="font-size:130%;">bbi had been asked to put away her clothes that she accumulated from not putting them away when I would give them to her after folding them. I go outside to throw away something in the big garbage and there are her clothes! And then she says, "you told me to throw them away" Oh my, where did I get her from</span></span></h6>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469923690375956872noreply@blogger.com0