tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80723103171567367652024-02-19T09:07:52.390-07:00The Morales FamilyKyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-9766629019343783552012-03-17T16:47:00.001-06:002012-03-17T16:48:37.114-06:00Weight WatchersWho wants to be my weighing buddy? I need a friend to do this with!Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-86450250725352160682012-02-21T09:10:00.001-07:002012-02-21T09:13:41.493-07:00The best before...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaTJKVrv6d0SQhfdFn0D4Xc_E2oMwKYA16npAYVeF4eR-7sqRtp-jEpQrVpeh43DZJq5n1Zn3BBqGEwBttN-60zzczTAPl-hYEsGL_II6NOTgKL5to7UJGDKz6ZBbQZvTzLgLDnbz4O8/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaTJKVrv6d0SQhfdFn0D4Xc_E2oMwKYA16npAYVeF4eR-7sqRtp-jEpQrVpeh43DZJq5n1Zn3BBqGEwBttN-60zzczTAPl-hYEsGL_II6NOTgKL5to7UJGDKz6ZBbQZvTzLgLDnbz4O8/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />I'm done. I've had enough-I'm growing my ugly hair out. I bet you thought this was going to be a before "weightloss" picture, right? Well, if that happens to be the case then I'll be really stoked but usually when I make it a point of going on a diet I gain weight...so I'm not dieting, I'm growing my hair out and watching what I eat while I do it. :) May the hairloss be minimal and the weightloss PHENOMENAL...<br /><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" align="middle" /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-89515425897147048282012-01-11T10:30:00.001-07:002012-01-11T10:36:30.052-07:00DEC 2011<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf2O3sMF3hkUwpLeVyXcWCcEJLq_KsGdsakdJ75pzeTX3Hrk706aqaHZiewxWUhjVCEPIfsPWBgo_FdPuHqwl3-nsvUYxgHbfBr5UGdhBiLRzKt6nqgZC9Wm9YfLFnMtyIeA22z74XAA/s1600/DSC_0287bw.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixf2O3sMF3hkUwpLeVyXcWCcEJLq_KsGdsakdJ75pzeTX3Hrk706aqaHZiewxWUhjVCEPIfsPWBgo_FdPuHqwl3-nsvUYxgHbfBr5UGdhBiLRzKt6nqgZC9Wm9YfLFnMtyIeA22z74XAA/s400/DSC_0287bw.jpg" /></a> </div>My sweet neighbor Jana was able to get some family/baby Alexander pictures for us and I think they turned out amazing! Can't wait for it to warm up a bit so we can get some pretty outside pic's too! Love my family!<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOX3amMfYOo3oh3j6mc66Le8rIVShiIFXGdhQcgQGxLVfGxHltcy4jPjOCB6qJgHGXHkcKlqwB9Iuw3HGFKWLhP67LCGTjxmVoN0u8-ubwofQOlRa0x5z9tz7WL0fvEeCIq1FkOse8gWI/s1600/DSC_0310.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOX3amMfYOo3oh3j6mc66Le8rIVShiIFXGdhQcgQGxLVfGxHltcy4jPjOCB6qJgHGXHkcKlqwB9Iuw3HGFKWLhP67LCGTjxmVoN0u8-ubwofQOlRa0x5z9tz7WL0fvEeCIq1FkOse8gWI/s400/DSC_0310.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I love Xander's cute little toes peaking out...<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zjZZrVLoPl2diSG0IjIPpyYXHD7gPoLl9tO3WJLXo1s-K5zEb8B6XHQgry-mGFvzuZNm7TevjGwv7cwgrR4pUpk9lwle57JH02T4xxWdP0B0SiZsvD-s0R_YHZss5uZK8gvILdXkxpE/s1600/DSC_0318bw.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zjZZrVLoPl2diSG0IjIPpyYXHD7gPoLl9tO3WJLXo1s-K5zEb8B6XHQgry-mGFvzuZNm7TevjGwv7cwgrR4pUpk9lwle57JH02T4xxWdP0B0SiZsvD-s0R_YHZss5uZK8gvILdXkxpE/s400/DSC_0318bw.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8DsxgAZsFbr1da-h_oQxkTT6jivi24mqavXpkHqcsIuLE1K1hv58pvSTO9Q_S4zc4LQQ_x-KPfzArOuPG1seZHA01v_EhZM-HIZ4LVqnvCeVGmOpo_5ptHsRKNHgmLEJ3kKYW9ia4Ig/s1600/DSC_0343bw.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8DsxgAZsFbr1da-h_oQxkTT6jivi24mqavXpkHqcsIuLE1K1hv58pvSTO9Q_S4zc4LQQ_x-KPfzArOuPG1seZHA01v_EhZM-HIZ4LVqnvCeVGmOpo_5ptHsRKNHgmLEJ3kKYW9ia4Ig/s400/DSC_0343bw.jpg" /></a> </div>yes I was starving him apparently...but it made for some cute facial expressions!<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSvrA4BYKb7lIZF4NX01AmPKtICTcrml1J0bZ3ETpLxdfPZnQSTztSp780nQTpA-unDCPswM-J2s1sVsjyLZSvKWVnVYLhLnI5KSD2QJT7HKI9EfkIYdLOSPfi9nW1Ai6wTXbhm5u6qw/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSvrA4BYKb7lIZF4NX01AmPKtICTcrml1J0bZ3ETpLxdfPZnQSTztSp780nQTpA-unDCPswM-J2s1sVsjyLZSvKWVnVYLhLnI5KSD2QJT7HKI9EfkIYdLOSPfi9nW1Ai6wTXbhm5u6qw/s400/DSC_0348.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnfWQUVjUi4SI-3pf3VnL9LSnbkfpIRFuh7WP7rgqSNlM77pzK2DEOErbK4h8rhXO7V8tF5szYwY_qz34-dCFuo-aFZgmvqonkJDdD8MbHUJnCNrk6_oOtHQUy7AFJPHqBdpNirPxsMI/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnfWQUVjUi4SI-3pf3VnL9LSnbkfpIRFuh7WP7rgqSNlM77pzK2DEOErbK4h8rhXO7V8tF5szYwY_qz34-dCFuo-aFZgmvqonkJDdD8MbHUJnCNrk6_oOtHQUy7AFJPHqBdpNirPxsMI/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iHdwLItigZm1n0NocUkhYekQTGQIbzKSeXCLNVtY1WDO9UZpNYixeUIIXnMt-pnmGfTImiAOpjNLjTSPWINerkSat9sAQoL3-6fgcrsDQiNfO7UiJ_oooiiJQN_B3jsmzx0ppB36ge0/s1600/DSC_0416bw.jpg"></a></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-74901969797884619842011-12-13T09:52:00.001-07:002011-12-13T23:37:40.276-07:00Alexander Lawrence Morales 11/23/11<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNHm-Urq-2E204tww8hxidrYucHyJxn_IyzXoX_mLbIuwVXKoyGIHAcJqgxsdGWZHdjdlib0sv3WqSa16jtx8e6JW6dtSPWn-oZJTr-jdlGUBiZDtVLJjOJBpmkReP7ZWu5ryOqNqawk/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNHm-Urq-2E204tww8hxidrYucHyJxn_IyzXoX_mLbIuwVXKoyGIHAcJqgxsdGWZHdjdlib0sv3WqSa16jtx8e6JW6dtSPWn-oZJTr-jdlGUBiZDtVLJjOJBpmkReP7ZWu5ryOqNqawk/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MFaEONR9hSi_BNskRNvN_CUKHp7BcVAHGzSTt0AIUWXMhJwXdLalOR9_jW5O5GiRixf94Y1Zk1XTA9WDQyv8CPdxw1d_xQJNhhNJIKTQ236sWXljT91fHE9x1A7kq0UMVb7eBDOXUhg/s1600/IMG_0994.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MFaEONR9hSi_BNskRNvN_CUKHp7BcVAHGzSTt0AIUWXMhJwXdLalOR9_jW5O5GiRixf94Y1Zk1XTA9WDQyv8CPdxw1d_xQJNhhNJIKTQ236sWXljT91fHE9x1A7kq0UMVb7eBDOXUhg/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>I had a horrible reaction to the meds! Notice my whole face covered in hives...very irritating!<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0C29nL2zxAEMCW8sRRssYRs9lNtS-c9xpyMOd-2gJ81tKS8BAagjhzVRJY_K-Gd68Q0MeBrCVl_xAJnQOJHtVfdoNMdGuFkxH_avJvi98mWuz5r9OYa7WZFWZpGkmODdf_xYFms7SMU/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0C29nL2zxAEMCW8sRRssYRs9lNtS-c9xpyMOd-2gJ81tKS8BAagjhzVRJY_K-Gd68Q0MeBrCVl_xAJnQOJHtVfdoNMdGuFkxH_avJvi98mWuz5r9OYa7WZFWZpGkmODdf_xYFms7SMU/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>aunt Brin came out to visit-LOVED having her home. (not to mention LOVE the massages...)<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnDx467H8X3_IITvztFWMj4oK5xMvYHQ2MqQDGXafOtwXawx_MXffjJAUriIun8-cMM1DCFuONitqvgewMbJoPeqZkkvNbJGkTVjQUeh1cLOvZNf4MfqFXramc06n1FShTJiCALNlHO4/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnDx467H8X3_IITvztFWMj4oK5xMvYHQ2MqQDGXafOtwXawx_MXffjJAUriIun8-cMM1DCFuONitqvgewMbJoPeqZkkvNbJGkTVjQUeh1cLOvZNf4MfqFXramc06n1FShTJiCALNlHO4/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Gma Joy<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CKEbH8jT8ablMUEUeS7m091Yndtk3E6zKtcOCiaNnNxbj_E8nfT4CgkUffnU2fAI905WZ3KGf_5Y5fSiUk1SiywJ7ZglNUKkzrukfnXJJSeJfjYilBTn1UEc5Q_zBqX9hDFR_PnbZd0/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CKEbH8jT8ablMUEUeS7m091Yndtk3E6zKtcOCiaNnNxbj_E8nfT4CgkUffnU2fAI905WZ3KGf_5Y5fSiUk1SiywJ7ZglNUKkzrukfnXJJSeJfjYilBTn1UEc5Q_zBqX9hDFR_PnbZd0/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Gpa Lanny<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpykMPwqa8cBtj0qYG64ePv_0ntNRzCkOiQnYahoZk5I-p5mbq3kT0hjnoNGPop0u4r1XfhvyF5_NBYhXLfGYU358606TVZr7ukiMhlTd27ty4GnaoEcGMzMk0zgoBs2fu7QX_DDx-5w/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpykMPwqa8cBtj0qYG64ePv_0ntNRzCkOiQnYahoZk5I-p5mbq3kT0hjnoNGPop0u4r1XfhvyF5_NBYhXLfGYU358606TVZr7ukiMhlTd27ty4GnaoEcGMzMk0zgoBs2fu7QX_DDx-5w/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Proud Papa<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_mnF0GLQdxjgp4KCMcbGa5DjzYvzLZYjWb_y1KU-LEVUqikjfyBb7-JkrvBBznq9kH01gah5QdLjPvbYdHy-6j0smYpoNHBBFI3JsBwo_Qb7ovXOYF4o8nZsVtDkYOvvRFER9W3hlgo/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_mnF0GLQdxjgp4KCMcbGa5DjzYvzLZYjWb_y1KU-LEVUqikjfyBb7-JkrvBBznq9kH01gah5QdLjPvbYdHy-6j0smYpoNHBBFI3JsBwo_Qb7ovXOYF4o8nZsVtDkYOvvRFER9W3hlgo/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Cielo's first time getting to hold him<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpbC5MX-Z69qBdtvTkflP02rchWEd__NJO9myyq9X_NuezVePkaX7W41mwchdQA5LRBHEoqSfKnuWu7ETyJEfInHLoQKtXOdaiPlpfDGdqzczwYF-Q3RfJOpZ7zatpgVg9xgKYrecxY0/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpbC5MX-Z69qBdtvTkflP02rchWEd__NJO9myyq9X_NuezVePkaX7W41mwchdQA5LRBHEoqSfKnuWu7ETyJEfInHLoQKtXOdaiPlpfDGdqzczwYF-Q3RfJOpZ7zatpgVg9xgKYrecxY0/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Graci's first time holding him<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML8XyXKgBP_Bd0Pkna1TDGJfxzMh0x2Rq44JnesJtLuTk2xYlGNVLg1fioZWmVFdm9-vb47cAomca6vEpcRSnbbID2l7wF8s5BODZy_bVtxBi8j-4rKyvdPencQuH9VmfHgWBlnczvIQ/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjML8XyXKgBP_Bd0Pkna1TDGJfxzMh0x2Rq44JnesJtLuTk2xYlGNVLg1fioZWmVFdm9-vb47cAomca6vEpcRSnbbID2l7wF8s5BODZy_bVtxBi8j-4rKyvdPencQuH9VmfHgWBlnczvIQ/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />the Kay's came to visit over Thanksgiving-fun to have a quick visit with them.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLvYLcbObLpRKq3GYEOH1PFGKyAlBQ4im0DEaxZVGcXCb7d97fVLPTiHqGMy3xiibuMoqLz6P8GZJsAYvx3S3nGJK-JuPi3V_iwis0nc3l8V21eyvcdTMDP2Xb_NbQhOkd5LbWqti4zI/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLvYLcbObLpRKq3GYEOH1PFGKyAlBQ4im0DEaxZVGcXCb7d97fVLPTiHqGMy3xiibuMoqLz6P8GZJsAYvx3S3nGJK-JuPi3V_iwis0nc3l8V21eyvcdTMDP2Xb_NbQhOkd5LbWqti4zI/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-83599482797250793352011-11-15T09:02:00.001-07:002011-11-15T10:00:24.175-07:00My Post Traumatic Stress Disorder :)I'm not as crazy as I may sound. I have good reason to fear a C-Section. First of all, it's in my blood to become a Rx/drug abuser and a C-Section requires pain meds. (I never even fill my meds after delivery because I'm so scared of becoming dependent-once I had a few doses of Tylenol3 because of a blinding headache at the hospital when I was severely dehydrated after delivery but I didn't have any medicines stronger than the normal Tylenol at home. I'm even allergic to Ibuprofen so that never stays at my house either) Which is also a very strong reason why I love the essential oils so much. No dependency risks. <br />
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Second, I have a horrifying memory of when Jace and Trevor were born via C-Section. Skipping too many of the details, I remember going to clogging one day while my mom was still in the hospital, (she was there a LONG time) getting told "I didn't think you'd be here today." I said why and the dork said, "well, cuz I heard your mom died this morning!" I FREAKED OUT, ran next door to my dads photo shop, and my grandma called out to UVRMC (she was sent to Provo after it got too bad for the locals) to have me talk to her to prove to me that she didn't die but she was hooked up to so many machines and tubes that she couldn't talk-it just sounded like Darth Vader breathing into the phone so my aunt got on to comfort me and tell me that she really was alive and sitting right next to her. Well, how could I be sure? I didn't get to hear her tell me that. I was too young to go into ICU so it wasn't like it would benefit me to go out with my dad to see her...it was a mess.<br />
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I dread not being home for Christmas- my mom was smart enough to have Christmas completely ready before she even had the twins so it could have been alot worse but it still was horrible not having her home for the holidays.<br />
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I remember her lying on the couch when she finally came home the first time, too weak to move, and I'd get home from school and go up to her and make sure she was still breathing...that the IV's were still dripping right...she was never even left alone though, my grandmas were always there-the Relief Society took turns rocking babies-home health nurses constantly-I was just so scared. Then one night she got rushed away again. The staff infection was so close to her heart. And we're motherless again. Yeah, my gma lived right down the street so it was easy enough to adjust. We had the same bus driver. The same neighborhood friends-but I needed my mom.<br />
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I'm drama, I know. But I'm a little nervous about a C-Section.<br />
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<br />Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-61649778904660971152011-11-02T20:31:00.001-06:002011-11-02T20:31:35.028-06:00Sticks & Stones...<br />
Words are hurtful..... <br />
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So today on my way home from my rescheduled Dr.'s apt that I drove clear to Roosevelt before AT&T decided to let my calls come through so that I could get the message that my apt had been rescheduled-I decided to make a stop at a new thrift store I had never been to. The owner asked me when I'm due-I told her 3 weeks-she asked if it was my 1st-I told her it's my 3rd-she says without hesitation, "3rd and a vasectomy I hope!" I don't even know you. Jerk.<br />
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When I was pregnant with Graci, a person I know had a pretty rough miscarriage-I was less than 2 months away from giving birth and I was told to "walk on egg shells" and "be extra sensitive about anything baby around her" Ok...I understand...I had a miscarriage. I remember what it felt like to watch everyone else have babies so I was to the point that Yeah-it's my turn to have my baby! But apparently I can only be happy in the privacy of my own home-or as long as my happiness doesn't offend someone who might be sad...<br />
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So then-when it was this said persons turn to have a baby everyone's all "yeah-it's been so hard for them! Be extra exited they've waited so long" so we were so happy for them and everything-honestly happy for them. Why couldn't I be happy when it was my turn? Do I rub my 9 month pregnant belly in your face to the point that I had to be warned about offending you? Have I ever been so self consumed to make anyone feel horrible by just looking at me?<br />
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Then I am pregnant with Cielo-hoping to share our happy news with relatives-when I make a call to a certain person whose reaction was, "Don't you know what causes that? I'd like to say congratulations, but seriously, I think that was just irresponsible." She goes on to tell me that "IUD's are extremely effective" and I should "probably look into that option before this happens again" To this day I have vowed that my children will never inconvenience this person as long as I'm living...<br />
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Many other comments and opinions have been shared over the years that I really think had some influence on me and why it took me so long to be okay with the idea of having another baby, but I got actual confirmation in the temple that we needed to have this baby so I decided that I should probably stop worrying about what other people think and do what was best for our family.<br />
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So just as I was about ready to make our announcement about this baby we get the horrible news of another miscarriage in a family close to us. How am I supposed to say, "I'm so sorry for your loss but I'm due in November?" of course we were hesitant to tell for fear of offending or hurting them. Then when it can't be hidden anymore, people said, "Why did you wait so long to say anything? It seems like you're ashamed or something? Usually people are happy to make this announcement" Yeah, I'd love to be happy about my announcements-it jsut seems that every time the timing is so off for everyone else that I jsut have to slip under the radar.<br />
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Fast forward to last week...36.5 weeks pregnant I get asked (by a relative) if "the Dr has told me what's wrong with my baby yet" and "don't worry because our names have been submitted to all the temples he/she could get a hold of" Seems to me you are <i>hoping</i> something will go wrong or hoping that you will be able to swoop in and save the day...whatev...<br />
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Then I get told that the bumper sticker post on FB was NOT directed toward me or my family situation. (bumper sticker read IF YOU CAN'T FEED THEM-DON'T BREAD THEM) Thanks, but I didn't think a person that I have talked to maybe twice over the past year was thinking of me when they posted that-until you brought it up at least...<br />
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So call me a bit frustrated, or slightly down in the dumps but honestly! I was even told-point blank and out of the blue-"don't regret this baby, you'll make it work you'll just have to make sacrifices other places cuz it's too late to turn back now" <br />
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Just because my situation isn't ideal in your eyes, doesn't mean it's horrible. Just because you have landscaping and a new car doesn't mean my kids are suffering. I'm stinking sick of standing around listening to all you have to say about my life and then having a nervous breakdown after the 100th comment that finally hits me wrong. I'm tired of people comparing me. I'm exhausted actually. and not even surprised when something doesn't go as planned. My perma grin has faded and I don't even care.<br />
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And when someone gets sick at our house-it escalates to the highest degree of sick in less than 24 hours. For example...Edgar had a slight sore throat leaving for work-comes home with a severe sinus infection that has torn into tissues and he was bleeding through his nose, ears and throat. Urgent care bill and horse pill prescription costs later he was on the mend.<br />
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Cielo complained of an ear infection and was quickly admitted into the hospital for pneumonia and stayed 3 days before the breathing treatments and steroids could be controlled at home. Hospital charges on top of prescriptions, pediatrician costs and tests we will be paying that off for 3 years.<br />
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Graci started snoring and couldn't breathe during the night the same time that Cielo had a horrible allergic reaction and I took them both into the ear-nose-throat Dr...Graci was then scheduled for a tonsillectomy for the following surgery day and Cielo was tested and is severely allergic to 28 different local allergens. Dr. said he had never seen tonsils that size in a girl that small. Cielo's allergy treatment plan stopped being covered by the insurance the Monday before she was seen. At least we didn't start the 6 month treatment plan before and then get the surprise $400 per month bill...<br />
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Graci had a stomach ache and within the hour was in x-ray for an obstructed bowel.<br />
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Cielo has a tiny skin tag on her elbow-2 days later it's the size of a pea and so sore that she doesn't want a shirt to touch it.<br />
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Edgar now has blisters in his eyes...the eye drops he's been on can only be used for a certain amount of time and his time is almost over so now the Dr. has to decide what to do next because that special drop <i>should </i>have taken care of it.<br />
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I try to save money by making my own laundry soap-all my whites now have grey spots on them. The dishwasher soap was ruined. I cancel all of our extra crap. At what point is enough enough? I hate to even think about saying, "what next?" It reminds me of The Little Rascals when Alfalfa says "Things couldn't get any worse. Then the clouds open up and God says, I hate you Alfalfa..."<br />
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Graci sings "all I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth" Cielo sings "all I want for Christmas is my spacer back in" The spacer that was put in at Primary Children's. So literally, we have a bill (or 4) at every hospital, clinic, Dr's office or medical building from here to Salt Lake.We pay a monthly mortgage and monthly minimum medical bills totaling a mortgage. How can I even think about an end in sight with the year we have had? How are we ever going to get on top?<br />
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Maybe I put off buying a few needed baby items but how do you decide who gets their medicines this month? or who's ailments are important enough to be seen by the Dr.? I'm just saying...<br />
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I'm over it. FYI the words are more hurtful than the sticks and stones you could be throwing. <br />
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And Shaylah and Andrea-thanks for reading! This nervous breakdown was quickly cured by some halloween chocolate-so I'm fine now. <br />
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<br />Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-2829391390102130502011-10-17T12:45:00.003-06:002011-10-17T12:45:48.057-06:00DISHWASHER SOAP UPDATEI do not love the dishwasher soap that I made. Maybe I did something wrong-I don't really know how I can mix dry ingredients wrong-but within a week the mixture was hard as a rock and I had to chisel it out.....I'm going to look into it further and see if others have had the same luck that I had and see what they did to change it but I don't currently have a recommendation for an effective dishwasher soap.<br />
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THE LAUNDRY SOAP IS AMAZING THOUGH!!!! A FRIEND AND HER MOM HAVE DONE THE MATH AND IT IS ABOUT 1-2 CENTS PER LOAD COMPARED TO THE STORE BOUGHT KINDS THAT ARE ABOUT 25 CENTS A LOAD....WAY WORTH IT!!!!!Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-84372844962437306992011-10-07T08:47:00.003-06:002011-10-07T09:04:50.752-06:00PinterestI can cross 3 things off of my pinterest "to-do" list! Yesterday I made laundry soap, dishwasher soap and a huge batch of the yummiest roasted salsa! I'm so excited about the soaps that I'm documenting it so I know exactly how long a batch will last me and how much $$ it cost. Hopefully it is going to be a huge money saver... so here's the link in case you are interested. <a href="http://beingcreativetokeepmysanity.blogspot.com/search/label/Homemade%20soap">http://beingcreativetokeepmysanity.blogspot.com/search/label/Homemade%20soap</a> (I'm so computer illiterate that I can't figure out how to do an actual cute simple link like the rest of you do...one day though) <br /><br />Also, I fired the tooth-fairy. Second time she's left the tooth/spacer out for the girls to find. (Actually the spacer was in the garbage can, it just so happened that was the ONLY thing in the garbage can so when Graci threw her napkin away she saw it...this time the tooth was left on the freaking counter.) Graci was so excited though-she said, "yeah, the tooth fairy remembered that I wanted to see my tooth again! I bet she was really dizzy from flying so her eyes were silly and she dropped it on the counter-or maybe it was so late in the midnight that she was tired and forgot it." I'm going to have to agree on the so late in the midnight that she forgot it........Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-22446720365085362382011-08-12T11:02:00.006-06:002011-08-19T18:38:33.517-06:00$ IdeasIn an attempt to become completely debt free due to an overwhelming new load of medical bills and with the baby coming in 13 short weeks adding more expenses that we aren't currently used to paying, we need any and all ideas to save money. We have already cut out satellite, phone line, downed our cell phone plan, changed garbage service to the cheapest provider I could find, don't water as much, turned the a/c to 76* (Edgar might move out for this one :), plan our drives better to save gas, use coupons, stopped eating out (except for very rare occasions), sold Edgar's truck, changed our car insurance plan and use a discount thru E's work, and changed our internet provider. (I still have to submit assignments via internet-but I guess I could completely cancel it, and just go to someone else's house.) So if anybody has ideas for us please feel free to tell me-I take constructive criticism very well. :) Point out my poor $ choices and help me save!
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<br />Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-18231893898096177402011-08-02T17:10:00.001-06:002011-08-02T17:32:52.206-06:00some quick hilights of Mexico July 2011<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4VwcjR5SwxFvOEoWCB0eModXYVT7-gilQLXvV50axDViVV-st_ch3ngLMshWxxyaPi6GAp68vQSRI_MbyqOVrS-5H2zsNAj5O7DA4rfIQPwgQnNIL2tSfvIkmDxh0DmtN7Rtg8bFE_E/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4VwcjR5SwxFvOEoWCB0eModXYVT7-gilQLXvV50axDViVV-st_ch3ngLMshWxxyaPi6GAp68vQSRI_MbyqOVrS-5H2zsNAj5O7DA4rfIQPwgQnNIL2tSfvIkmDxh0DmtN7Rtg8bFE_E/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Waiting for our turn to board.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiO1WiBTy36OMQhCyJDfY6BlT5ywi6CUtlTY3AO_t0r-11ht4VJnFVsdzhAsqKMk7MhBiqGkppZqUPl9hxwtpM-Fe71aGro4zA89w6uj4WHNiA8ZDprhm8ppfIuLYVlxyrNRyxgjCJr78/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiO1WiBTy36OMQhCyJDfY6BlT5ywi6CUtlTY3AO_t0r-11ht4VJnFVsdzhAsqKMk7MhBiqGkppZqUPl9hxwtpM-Fe71aGro4zA89w6uj4WHNiA8ZDprhm8ppfIuLYVlxyrNRyxgjCJr78/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Cielo waiting at Mercado(?sp) She looks so much like Darla from the Little Rascals in this pic to me...and she was acting a bit Darla-ish, too! It was cute!<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPD2WZ81mm3FnedWBZfHGnYmwTKq_1WfmaTR8qEle0MKqmIR68HGrQ24etmhME-MxnA5tEn3TBpoqaU8ZJKp_oq2rjdQy2ExEN5SqXzo-zT0pdI0fDb41HF8PqyRn5XYiSASla0QnUvU/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPD2WZ81mm3FnedWBZfHGnYmwTKq_1WfmaTR8qEle0MKqmIR68HGrQ24etmhME-MxnA5tEn3TBpoqaU8ZJKp_oq2rjdQy2ExEN5SqXzo-zT0pdI0fDb41HF8PqyRn5XYiSASla0QnUvU/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Zoo<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRXneRvLVjKR9VJHBbf3adAKc3uTCxcu_Na2ovFafqkm6V76a2ECif5VDq1x3F8U55-vnayplG7vokuXHy0fOgUtPm3lmAeHQf-uoKzPv5a7Xy-y9qnT6LnMjWsADsFgupYTWDpooHP8/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRXneRvLVjKR9VJHBbf3adAKc3uTCxcu_Na2ovFafqkm6V76a2ECif5VDq1x3F8U55-vnayplG7vokuXHy0fOgUtPm3lmAeHQf-uoKzPv5a7Xy-y9qnT6LnMjWsADsFgupYTWDpooHP8/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Zoo<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7omGTju1ROiWTSYhfyYOMxWRvZsHgWF-algDfpVpZUYiB775LXHd6ZIc3qBT5zHjUnwF9c0BVWXcrcLkYpg5cnBdyelA_-CQMuzxi2c9qjL8fA8bPXjy1ec_M6VnkNNfMFjf-MGhJbKM/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7omGTju1ROiWTSYhfyYOMxWRvZsHgWF-algDfpVpZUYiB775LXHd6ZIc3qBT5zHjUnwF9c0BVWXcrcLkYpg5cnBdyelA_-CQMuzxi2c9qjL8fA8bPXjy1ec_M6VnkNNfMFjf-MGhJbKM/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Face painting. and yes, they are in long sleeves in Mexico-they were cold and wet because it never stopped raining!<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6p0Hjp6vo5bAIb29gGBRcowsHwAfT5h0EWqzmjMT-_m8Ni1j6x6fejHr4Y1yZqkzt1R8-ECzm1-2k-4AbzNQXxRXkWKXNr7YR-G8KsOSeCFgZkdDPlZG9A0VTQvSdmKFORTJiDc3Mug/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6p0Hjp6vo5bAIb29gGBRcowsHwAfT5h0EWqzmjMT-_m8Ni1j6x6fejHr4Y1yZqkzt1R8-ECzm1-2k-4AbzNQXxRXkWKXNr7YR-G8KsOSeCFgZkdDPlZG9A0VTQvSdmKFORTJiDc3Mug/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>not the best pic of us but this was on the street when we were trying to get a taxi back to Las Aguiles and we got stuck in a downpour and none of the taxi's would stop and the ones that did were trying to charge us triple because I looked like a tourist. We finally found one that was nice though.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5WbMLjUYMwQzmI8a8Z51_VWJjw7eOyLQU88-xPfAWTQrusv5dI8DxH6rMiha37lfY1WFhDMxxz9-hU-xsZf9Y51p6lFnkc1JY_0lgtW2CV0t48gTYzR7KZGZrkax1UUHaOUl3KM21uI/s1600/IMG_0745.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5WbMLjUYMwQzmI8a8Z51_VWJjw7eOyLQU88-xPfAWTQrusv5dI8DxH6rMiha37lfY1WFhDMxxz9-hU-xsZf9Y51p6lFnkc1JY_0lgtW2CV0t48gTYzR7KZGZrkax1UUHaOUl3KM21uI/s320/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Climbing the only tree around the bright colored neighborhood we were visiting.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpai_37Yb-ldy0hq3KakFYFQIc8SmuKaBn8FJDZbTz-xOqV-16zKEALEOI1l3Z-JS8LlLruSx1kfPLTeJrrzghn240ol8X3v05pGbnup4J1NKHk0Lvo4QUKMPAnEicFHw0zYp3BACm6ZI/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpai_37Yb-ldy0hq3KakFYFQIc8SmuKaBn8FJDZbTz-xOqV-16zKEALEOI1l3Z-JS8LlLruSx1kfPLTeJrrzghn240ol8X3v05pGbnup4J1NKHk0Lvo4QUKMPAnEicFHw0zYp3BACm6ZI/s320/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Teotihuacan Pyramids-way too many stairs for me, but really cool anyways.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibCHwX3mHMKqZPJ_N6q2MpdPnBkTrhbgaKBqxooXcdh3d4JDCGsnf5ivfzoFvgEZprhH6CLEF9GKramuZfgpu_1njOZyiKq-Bq21Znlw_NMNI_juoK5IV3cdQ47BZ5J1VUHykbvbzVrg/s1600/IMG_0910.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibCHwX3mHMKqZPJ_N6q2MpdPnBkTrhbgaKBqxooXcdh3d4JDCGsnf5ivfzoFvgEZprhH6CLEF9GKramuZfgpu_1njOZyiKq-Bq21Znlw_NMNI_juoK5IV3cdQ47BZ5J1VUHykbvbzVrg/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Edgar's cousin Julio's wedding celebration.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEWQKAjWx2cg3Wt9-a-Af-ZWTqfL4-xpo3Bb-KbqvTqTwr92gN2G9GKG6THkL5-WXSrVpvQShiDBAP3oykgNO0mrQrO1uxnITxbySkQeEqd9v647K6NvHW0K8teuVDMTJPkWq7vahPOw/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEWQKAjWx2cg3Wt9-a-Af-ZWTqfL4-xpo3Bb-KbqvTqTwr92gN2G9GKG6THkL5-WXSrVpvQShiDBAP3oykgNO0mrQrO1uxnITxbySkQeEqd9v647K6NvHW0K8teuVDMTJPkWq7vahPOw/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><br />The beach near Acapulco...<br />Maybe I'll get around to more detailed trip stories but for now-ENJOY!<br /></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-84010281405599786062011-03-04T23:02:00.003-07:002011-03-04T23:08:29.985-07:00Day #4Too many bad habits-can't narrow it down to just one. :o( jk, I don't know...this is a dumb one. I'll get back to you.Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-87604820858848926752011-03-02T17:33:00.004-07:002011-03-02T18:13:39.642-07:00Day #3 Me Jana and Amie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yf2kgZbKeI4qNEhuQVLqvQfQMP6GdL-ihLvDJz1bihBGgpZk8fYJSz-W14TvdJbyBj-AXfJRJiC041puMIrP08c2t8YVjPIgbZ-JQjam-EqzZMIyxgSnznnDrsvFd4f9_I4Qb1ENntY/s1600/camp.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579653445565907682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5yf2kgZbKeI4qNEhuQVLqvQfQMP6GdL-ihLvDJz1bihBGgpZk8fYJSz-W14TvdJbyBj-AXfJRJiC041puMIrP08c2t8YVjPIgbZ-JQjam-EqzZMIyxgSnznnDrsvFd4f9_I4Qb1ENntY/s320/camp.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This is a picture of us at Girls Camp this summer...I was SOOOOO sick this day! But these ladies are two very close friends that I've made and they are the best! The whole week Amie had to listen to me referring to her as "Beuhler...Beuhler...anyone..." and if you've ever driven with Cielo you'll notice that every white Expedition that passes she says, "Jana Peppa' (pepper), she's my favorite, that Jana Peppa"</div><div>Fun times had by all...</div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-10483733428381509782011-02-27T20:49:00.002-07:002011-02-27T20:52:49.371-07:00Day #2The meaning behind my blog name. It used to be La Familia Morales (the Morales Family in Spanish) then I got sick of it and changed it back to The Morales Family because thats us! Plain and simple!Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-18477198734358922772011-02-23T18:36:00.004-07:002011-02-23T19:26:00.868-07:00recent pic of me & 15 interesting facts...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRq0dxvysCg0yFGnFmh17fnony-8hNuElSfdIpvl_tyUVuhyphenhyphenNqTBrPMM2wMNE1IuSN7vVwDquOSNtCbpsoitHKesyCNoHVaFlXs6utTBruU-vMzrivWpu-Deih5vV7Yn9Nnpt2Bpjg8k/s1600/DSCI0002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577064599708122722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRq0dxvysCg0yFGnFmh17fnony-8hNuElSfdIpvl_tyUVuhyphenhyphenNqTBrPMM2wMNE1IuSN7vVwDquOSNtCbpsoitHKesyCNoHVaFlXs6utTBruU-vMzrivWpu-Deih5vV7Yn9Nnpt2Bpjg8k/s320/DSCI0002.JPG" /></a> <div>Wow I'm horrible at updating. Anywho, with that being said here's Day One....this is the most recent picture of me (that I have downloaded) & 15 intersting (?) facts.</div><div> hmmm, well </div><div>1.I have a thing with odd numbers (hate 'em-they make me physically nervous) </div><div>2.Movie theaters scare me, seriously how many people have sat in those chairs with nasty sweaty discusting bodies and leaned their sick greasy lice infested head on the seat....yuck. </div><div>3.I have an obsession with notebooks, writing utensils and list making.</div><div>4.I'm trying to dial down the "crazy lady" image so now I'll just state normal things.</div><div>5.I think this is a huge waste of time but I'm trying to enjoy it while the girls are asleep.</div><div>6.my girls are asleep @ 7:15 PM...anybody want them when they can't go to sleep tonight? :)</div><div>7.i want to sign up for a marathon or a 5K or something. actually, I'll probably just sign up for a quick jaunt to the mail box and call it a day.</div><div>8.I WILL decorate my girls' bedroom (homeade quilts, repaint, etc...) before their birthdays-that's like 4 months away, I should be able to do it by then.</div><div>9.I want long locks asap.</div><div>10.i can understand Spanigh well enough to follow conversations without help from my hunky translator but</div><div>11.I FREAK OUT when I try to say anything in spanish cuz I get all nervous and stuff.</div><div>12.My mom is my best friend. Seriously.</div><div>13. I still get butterflies when Edgar comes home or even calls.</div><div>14. I'm embarrassed that I said that but he just called.</div><div>15. I don't think I'm responsible enough to be married, be a mom, own a home, have a job, pretty much all the responsibilities that come with being an adult....but I LOVE every minute of it all and I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-69528198393307255952011-02-03T21:29:00.003-07:002011-02-03T21:36:29.942-07:0030 day challengeI'm stealing this from my friend Becca's cute blog...& I'm going to try to stick to it for a month! We'll see right?<br />Oh yeah, I've got a lot "in the works" with some goals and such, so look forward to this becoming a rockin' blog asap! (gag me-i'm so lame)<br /><br />day 1- recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself<br />day 2- the meaning behind your blog name<br />day 3- a picture of you and your friends<br />day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have<br />day 5- a picture of somewhere you've been to<br />day 6- favorite super hero and why<br />day 7- a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you<br />day 8- short term goals for this month and why<br />day 9- something you're proud of in the past few days<br />day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad<br />day 11- another picture of you and your friends<br />day 12- how you found out about blogger and why you have one<br />day 13- a letter to someone<br />day 14- a picture of you and your family<br />day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play<br />day 16- another picture of yourself<br />day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why<br />day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have<br />day 19- nicknames you have and why you have them<br />day 20- someone you love<br />day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy<br />day 22- what makes you different from everyone else<br />day 23- something you crave for a lot<br />day 24- your last five facebook status'<br />day 25- what I would find in your bag<br />day 26- what do you think about your friends<br />day 27- why are you doing this 30 day challenge<br />day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?<br />day 29- in this past month, what have you learned<br />day 30- your favorite songKyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-18149399280588508442011-01-05T16:33:00.005-07:002011-08-02T17:21:38.524-06:002011 Aspirations (barely posting them)<div>Some things I genuinly want to accomplish during the year 2011 (in no particular order) will be mentioned in this post. If you think they are dumb, weird, a waste of time or whatever else they might be to someone else, they are of great importance to me and I want them documented so that I will be held accountable for them. If you have positive reinforcement for me then feel free to let me know, otherwise I don't want to hear it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>1. get a good quality set of knives and at least the basics of a good set of pots & pans-I'm tired of our crappy knives and I'm really sick of only having one size of pot to work with. Don't even get me started on our pan (yes, we only have one)</div><br /><br /><div>2. set a family budget and STICK TO IT!!!! </div><br /><br /><div>~subsection of #2....pay down the mortgage as much as possible! </div><br /><br /><div>~get completely out of debt otherwise<br /></div><br /><br /><div>~get a cushion in savings</div><br /><br /><div>3. get something accomplished in the yard (aim low, avoid disappointment-anything that gets done will be better than last year....not gonna get too specific on this one) and also recent events have made me very bitter about this so I'm just going to drop it cuz I know we are doing our best.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>4. get our food storage in order!! food, toilet paper, other household items...etc...and get it good!</div><br /><br /><div>5. pay off $15k medical bills<br /></div><br /><br /><div>6. plan & paint the girls room, master bed and bath, and at least an accent wall of the dining/kitchen/frontroom area but preferrably rid my whole house of the oatmeal color before I become depressed. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>7. get the girls into swimming and dance lessons</div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-5939510457698253222010-12-07T19:52:00.006-07:002010-12-07T20:53:16.171-07:00latest rantingsJust when I think I should work full time, I get my mind changed for me :) and now only work 2 days a week, & I'm still the floater...which lead me to think another baby might be in store....which got me released from YW :( and put in as the trek specialist...can't be a prego trek leader...pretty sure it all boils down to, if I think it, it will most likely be the opposite. FYI.<br /><br /><br />and Christmas is canceled at our house, due to my 3 year old disaster on legs... Don't watch Ramona & Beezus with influential children that would find it funny to squirt an entire tube of toothpaste in the sink....but seriously, that's nothing compared to the tantrum in Wal-Mart today. Let's just say I was one snot rocket away from sending Cielo home with the next person that walked by saying, "isn't she cute? just remember you'll look back and laugh at this one day!" The lady in line in front of us even said, "I have one too, and if he would have been first, he would have been last...is she your youngest?" Hush woman, I'm obviously not in the mood for people telling me my kid is out of control...I'm well aware of it.Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-4347025171854406932010-06-20T09:05:00.002-06:002010-06-20T09:56:38.610-06:00Father's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLziZsoh2h6PAoTIsHFEXAoWKsDOVkWB8Thw-1RVP9aacIbfSCoLXHSOPhfK04p6FZATkzQiGaMneta2O-ks_uuHxJwnXdTvPUWCiKICPYJLK_0SPZnpIYIkR1jIk_CjZQy4QmocFmNY0/s1600/papi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484873529110738546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLziZsoh2h6PAoTIsHFEXAoWKsDOVkWB8Thw-1RVP9aacIbfSCoLXHSOPhfK04p6FZATkzQiGaMneta2O-ks_uuHxJwnXdTvPUWCiKICPYJLK_0SPZnpIYIkR1jIk_CjZQy4QmocFmNY0/s320/papi.jpg" /></a> What an amazing husband, father and friend! No one knows me better, loves me as much or could be a better father and friend than Edgar! We love you so much!!!!Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-47796386671380877952010-06-17T17:08:00.000-06:002010-06-17T17:08:34.610-06:00Nauvoo!What a fun weekend that was! I'm so glad a was able to go be with the Pulsipher's for their big day-I definately want to make it back to Nauvoo with my little family-I feel like there was too much to do with so little time, but the stuff I was able to tour and see was amazing! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSzgTYd0DqkYpxkIeA10lyljdQrgGHUQ1SbbjMfTxKUWwy33bJ3XxkCKuJADfkYnYozO96IYIIRzY2KR4YNwHSBUtV_zYKajsYTA-whgELroiosFAjbqFtQ3lIe84xniC_7s_YLdDHoA/s1600/nauvoo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSzgTYd0DqkYpxkIeA10lyljdQrgGHUQ1SbbjMfTxKUWwy33bJ3XxkCKuJADfkYnYozO96IYIIRzY2KR4YNwHSBUtV_zYKajsYTA-whgELroiosFAjbqFtQ3lIe84xniC_7s_YLdDHoA/s320/nauvoo.jpg" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-58080867609074020192010-06-17T17:00:00.000-06:002010-06-17T17:00:48.047-06:00Memorial Day & Birthdays<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7AdIEb7cBXaWStOPtVOcRQkuXDlINxuyhBcT-NW1XAeAXnAmTvqGODvtMzXTJyL47TdqdcjexshZiuZsNWAAdhBFDmcNfHue0oPw-kZKHyTgcdxW1g7QwIcTbVPQtDHc-QJ45LJ68zE/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7AdIEb7cBXaWStOPtVOcRQkuXDlINxuyhBcT-NW1XAeAXnAmTvqGODvtMzXTJyL47TdqdcjexshZiuZsNWAAdhBFDmcNfHue0oPw-kZKHyTgcdxW1g7QwIcTbVPQtDHc-QJ45LJ68zE/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" /></a> </div>Twinners-aunt Robyn and Cielo at the cemetary-we had a great time with the fam! Love ya'll bunches!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTs-tI0jExwKECxXHSEY9M5GaDCicpxSJ1xwwxeKocjuwZDQKfmX5DH3v1tuEU3HGeq_3lgfjjiNlQeP2-npkac1KEBaGRmUYPTrfB7y0vav0P5KvMOXoVgo33F-mrMM5AIdhr1TVCgB8/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTs-tI0jExwKECxXHSEY9M5GaDCicpxSJ1xwwxeKocjuwZDQKfmX5DH3v1tuEU3HGeq_3lgfjjiNlQeP2-npkac1KEBaGRmUYPTrfB7y0vav0P5KvMOXoVgo33F-mrMM5AIdhr1TVCgB8/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" /></a> </div>The girls got NEW BIKES for their b-day's and the L-O-V-E them! I also love how exhausted they get riding around all day!<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iLloqO6L91p9Ng-ufJl12xqDnpIo6MPqrvUy1eEU2WhmE3iipOJ5Y-n3DTdcJ4Kn5g1lVgDi2f9QfK3I268BymttnYn6fimGZJyQjnNFh3HJQbBsVLvhpshNpA8T8JP6-VIbuHzAA7s/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iLloqO6L91p9Ng-ufJl12xqDnpIo6MPqrvUy1eEU2WhmE3iipOJ5Y-n3DTdcJ4Kn5g1lVgDi2f9QfK3I268BymttnYn6fimGZJyQjnNFh3HJQbBsVLvhpshNpA8T8JP6-VIbuHzAA7s/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-13067941301575848792010-05-18T15:51:00.004-06:002010-05-20T15:46:36.340-06:00Some random thoughtsI was blog hopping and my friend had updated with random thoughts as they popped into her head. I want to try the same thing cause I like to look back on our blog but most of the time I only bog about big things and not the everyday stuff so read on if you want to.<br /><br />1. I want to go snuggle baby Bransyn again. Cute little guy-and I'm glad he lives so close so that I'll be able to squish him lots!<br />2. I REALLY want to meet baby Tayven and I hear rumor that I might get to snuggle him next week... all my extrimities are crossed that that will actually happen!!!<br />3. gotta get my baby fix from all the sisters and in-laws cuz we all know that we will not have anymore children until 2015...if even that soon.<br />4. people think I'm kidding when I say we have to wait that long....I am as serious as a heart attack!<br />5. I wish I had energy to get off my bum and get something done on my day off.<br />6. I hate that I feel trapped in my own home, but I'm glad that our neighborhood is now safer and perhaps since it's such a nice day I should go for a walk.<br />7. my stomach is still churning from this morning when I saw a dog get run over and flip and flop like a dead fish-I'm just glad I wasn't the one that hit him cuz the owner was FREAKING out.<br />8. some people make me mad and i hate that some people have so much control over my emotions<br />9. I am SO EXCITED to go to Nauvoo to be with my bestie for her big day!!! (totally love that my travel buddy is also my bestie and totally bummed that Edgar can't go but also WAY excited to have 4 nights of un-interupted sleep.)<br />10. probably won't sleep good cuz it's been so long since I have been a night without the girls-wait have I ever left both girls over night? I know for sure I haven't been 4 nights without them.<br />11. Good luck Mom-Brin-Jace&Trev...I'll be praying for you! Hope the girls are good while I'm gone!<br />12. Hope the girls want to come home to me when I get home :) it's even hard to get them to come home from Grandma Nellie after just a date with my handsome hubby<br />13. Really glad I found Edgar---I heart you the most babe!<br />14. VERY greatful for recieving the promptings the other day-very greatful to have been smart (or scared) enough to listen, VERY greatful things didn't get serious and VERY greatful for sweet friends that knew to show up when they did.<br />15. my whole week was full of perfect timing on others parts and the long talks with the two of you that have helped put things into perspective is greatly appreciated. Don't know how it will turn out but at least I know I did my best.<br />16. SO SO SO excited for GIRLS CAMP-BABY!!!!!!!!!!<br />and finally, shouldn't be blogging cuz I have a Joint YW activity needing planned and have NO ideas!!!!!! any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!!!Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-58358739394308201532010-05-07T19:28:00.003-06:002010-05-07T19:49:07.433-06:00Today......trying to figure out how things are going to work, reminding myself of all the very distinct answers we have recieved and at the same time remembering that <strong>fear</strong> and <strong>faith</strong> <strong><em>CANNOT</em></strong> coexist.......so I've decided to chose Faith. I think that it is an actual choice and I can't afford to waste all my time worrying and being afraid of what we're going to do, I just have to do my very best and let the consequences follow.<br />...For Now...<br />My kids are healthy...<br />we both have jobs...<br />we have a home....<br />we have each other...<br /><br />What doesn't kill us will only make us stronger.......pretty sure we'll have super powers when this is over but how great will that be when we are strong enough to face the next trial headed our way. Everytime I think of the calming answer I recieved the other day, it is followed by the seriousness of assurance that this is only preparing us for what is to come.<br /><br />We can handle it, we can get through it, and we will be okay.Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-87248559184724344072010-04-22T15:23:00.000-06:002010-04-22T15:23:53.746-06:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NWx6hEt0ghicg64VMhyoaEUnfnj3IQrYJyQ2atDHYo7HVhiuTVCJvlM_Sph1EPMe330SaifdVwqIXfH6K9Rdd_7W1E1_oW615tDZ5xt-8chXR-DUd1OqyYQ6sFgduAJK2kxtBHcgm_o/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NWx6hEt0ghicg64VMhyoaEUnfnj3IQrYJyQ2atDHYo7HVhiuTVCJvlM_Sph1EPMe330SaifdVwqIXfH6K9Rdd_7W1E1_oW615tDZ5xt-8chXR-DUd1OqyYQ6sFgduAJK2kxtBHcgm_o/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdoTBBNbgtDsUJAO8XXFot4m7TEgifb51T-ESXcBTZLYVy6OfEMxRp8XElhnhXUb_NV47V51I9Z_aezeL_eSfmkiavjJM4-Qw8SK5ZxAgJLTz_k02C61CStu9RuLYwP2h4GuXroVrVQM/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdoTBBNbgtDsUJAO8XXFot4m7TEgifb51T-ESXcBTZLYVy6OfEMxRp8XElhnhXUb_NV47V51I9Z_aezeL_eSfmkiavjJM4-Qw8SK5ZxAgJLTz_k02C61CStu9RuLYwP2h4GuXroVrVQM/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmN5vlwFaAyaAc6kcpNXrr7gqTQxQxy93xUhhCP0U7o3LHJL3tcAjUb8pDLsF4a54sg0ZzESa2ZKFqeMIAMk23dWb__oZHoNYyYWP4Ch9yFyuWyqOnGW0-0gAZCmCotlkr3tjmeFmAps/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmN5vlwFaAyaAc6kcpNXrr7gqTQxQxy93xUhhCP0U7o3LHJL3tcAjUb8pDLsF4a54sg0ZzESa2ZKFqeMIAMk23dWb__oZHoNYyYWP4Ch9yFyuWyqOnGW0-0gAZCmCotlkr3tjmeFmAps/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4Y_yxV7I-L3PN9EevAmwK7n6E8IwLsTVwsV25tpn8CnOZlPJydBqsIYyRgRXXbzAd-4K6fA11h0iTLSoA1uSa877At33pJ85Ze8oWlNWyKxg0MGyOu897Ij4YUP_XrjaG5v7BwfKHqk/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4Y_yxV7I-L3PN9EevAmwK7n6E8IwLsTVwsV25tpn8CnOZlPJydBqsIYyRgRXXbzAd-4K6fA11h0iTLSoA1uSa877At33pJ85Ze8oWlNWyKxg0MGyOu897Ij4YUP_XrjaG5v7BwfKHqk/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" /></a><br />Two of my greatest blessings call me MOM.</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-78389126342258397792010-03-29T21:55:00.000-06:002010-03-29T21:55:22.039-06:00The girls.......<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJezl9wfA1J1bKs_Lyk1I6tmE2xwU_8HUqCylpRJPmxCO-IgsjRVNlH7szbQonxXIbeWDelTm16fhnWADu4-cEAmGZJBjVpo3Tbzs8wlZ_hE9O0Xyp-A-s2aGyruxqqvcPK9gyEePXsA/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJezl9wfA1J1bKs_Lyk1I6tmE2xwU_8HUqCylpRJPmxCO-IgsjRVNlH7szbQonxXIbeWDelTm16fhnWADu4-cEAmGZJBjVpo3Tbzs8wlZ_hE9O0Xyp-A-s2aGyruxqqvcPK9gyEePXsA/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I'm pretty lucky...to be able to help raise these sweet girls (looks can be decieving) and cuz Graci only told me she was going to call the police twice today! (When she gets mad at me she either prays for Grandma Nellie to come save her or she threatens me that she's gonig to call the police. FYI-both times she was mad enough at me today involved chocolate or not letting her stick her hands out of the car window driving down main street-so it's obvious I was the one needing straightened out-what kind of mom says no to chocolate for breakfast?) Anyways, on a side note my new favorite Graci saying ..."Can I get a thumbs up?" or "How about bowf-a-dem?" (both of them)<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072310317156736765.post-54933390046380384552010-03-29T21:31:00.000-06:002010-03-29T21:31:49.741-06:00Soccer Practice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwPXOdz0puOP8TUEXHx2Mr-GbvOo9spM8gvoo0vqvc_aogUejVYZvFWzSBY4Ou93-Q9qgU3qjogX57WdKqO8AvvsV_ayPchMtvX4N2S_x-UxIBFs7qnkO1Dfii-ED2g6UGJ3At75-uVQ/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwPXOdz0puOP8TUEXHx2Mr-GbvOo9spM8gvoo0vqvc_aogUejVYZvFWzSBY4Ou93-Q9qgU3qjogX57WdKqO8AvvsV_ayPchMtvX4N2S_x-UxIBFs7qnkO1Dfii-ED2g6UGJ3At75-uVQ/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUuuryFVYkpLVvDJ3PiC9pHq_DRaLF1c8E7FMmDCPKPuAxohmD0q3zGORj5fpcVDzDM4pPDlDVsFK2wfq6OTFCs91YiRCLDdAQBZwB8hodHSd8w17CcJdYTcxMZ0hmOcqbDk7UsWsnrs/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUuuryFVYkpLVvDJ3PiC9pHq_DRaLF1c8E7FMmDCPKPuAxohmD0q3zGORj5fpcVDzDM4pPDlDVsFK2wfq6OTFCs91YiRCLDdAQBZwB8hodHSd8w17CcJdYTcxMZ0hmOcqbDk7UsWsnrs/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /></a> <br /><br />Good thing the girls love to play rough with their Daddy or I think Edgar might even be more baby hungry for a boy than he already is. (if that's even possible) Check out Graci's kick...that's my uncoordinated ballerina drama queen right there-after she kicked it she even did a victory dance. It was so funny!<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745612675401402411noreply@blogger.com3