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Zaylie.painting.slides.swimming.jumping.giggling.popsicles.Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-13023574587212424342011-01-27T15:00:00.003-07:002011-01-27T15:29:52.232-07:00Playing Catch up Part 1--SeptemberSeptember-- In no particular order because I'm lazy.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566994193522055986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvuUuLWzI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kK1f18BDqgs/s320/Shan%2BDroid%2B524.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Welcome home party from the hospital.</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvvXmeq1I/AAAAAAAABKo/PDuGhu75t7M/s1600/Shan%2BDroid%2B664.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566994211474942802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvvXmeq1I/AAAAAAAABKo/PDuGhu75t7M/s320/Shan%2BDroid%2B664.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvvHiZGjI/AAAAAAAABKg/Am2WE4e_BLg/s1600/Shan%2BDroid%2B643.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566994207162833458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvvHiZGjI/AAAAAAAABKg/Am2WE4e_BLg/s320/Shan%2BDroid%2B643.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvu-3iXeI/AAAAAAAABKY/Ii290tCkSO8/s1600/Shan%2BDroid%2B642.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566994204835601890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvu-3iXeI/AAAAAAAABKY/Ii290tCkSO8/s320/Shan%2BDroid%2B642.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvuKNGt6I/AAAAAAAABKI/vmHoe2tUMSw/s1600/Arch%2BDroid%2B176.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566994190698985378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHvuKNGt6I/AAAAAAAABKI/vmHoe2tUMSw/s320/Arch%2BDroid%2B176.jpg" /></a> Zaylie holding Titan for the first time<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuM8PYYYI/AAAAAAAABKA/9uHRUMlNgRc/s1600/Arch%2BDroid%2B173.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566992520503124354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuM8PYYYI/AAAAAAAABKA/9uHRUMlNgRc/s320/Arch%2BDroid%2B173.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMlJag3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/QnnLZxY3stw/s1600/Arch%2BDroid%2B211.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566992514304082802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMlJag3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/QnnLZxY3stw/s320/Arch%2BDroid%2B211.jpg" /></a> Getting more ok with the idea of holding him :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMWYYtQI/AAAAAAAABJw/xLbm3_cb-MQ/s1600/Arch%2BDroid%2B199.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566992510340347138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMWYYtQI/AAAAAAAABJw/xLbm3_cb-MQ/s320/Arch%2BDroid%2B199.jpg" /></a> First day of church<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMLFR7JI/AAAAAAAABJo/qBZWZQHvhlI/s1600/Arch%2BDroid%2B195.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566992507307420818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuMLFR7JI/AAAAAAAABJo/qBZWZQHvhlI/s320/Arch%2BDroid%2B195.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuL4xB_CI/AAAAAAAABJg/7q9fqVhDZ0c/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566992502390651938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHuL4xB_CI/AAAAAAAABJg/7q9fqVhDZ0c/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B076.JPG" /></a> Zaylie's first day of Preschool! She was so excited!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsPWgIoVI/AAAAAAAABJY/X7iG1d3fxrQ/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566990362889199954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsPWgIoVI/AAAAAAAABJY/X7iG1d3fxrQ/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B073.JPG" /></a> Zaylie and Titan on their pillow pets.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOySIRgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2VYADWr8HTQ/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566990353166779906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOySIRgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2VYADWr8HTQ/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B071.JPG" /></a> Dr. Zaylie helping her patient daddy. <br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOoyzCcI/AAAAAAAABJI/53SEuoRpigg/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566990350619445698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOoyzCcI/AAAAAAAABJI/53SEuoRpigg/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B069.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOQqo_OI/AAAAAAAABJA/IPaqlX33TdY/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566990344142781666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsOQqo_OI/AAAAAAAABJA/IPaqlX33TdY/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B065.JPG" /></a> First bath, he actually loved the bath, this is him mad we are taking him out. Funny its the only picture of his first bath we got.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsN2YQe1I/AAAAAAAABI4/F16dftCnsaQ/s1600/Casio%2B2010%2B062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566990337086356306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHsN2YQe1I/AAAAAAAABI4/F16dftCnsaQ/s320/Casio%2B2010%2B062.JPG" /></a> Father and son. <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-4865897395394262222011-01-27T14:31:00.003-07:002011-01-27T14:48:43.636-07:00Titan (3 months ago)<div align="left">So because I'm awesome these pictures are from three months ago. Better late than never right?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> (2 months old)</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHme2fYy2I/AAAAAAAABIw/6rI70GW6ctg/s1600/dsc_0510.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566984032104270690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHme2fYy2I/AAAAAAAABIw/6rI70GW6ctg/s320/dsc_0510.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmeSCpYrI/AAAAAAAABIo/zEUHVZ6L8Ko/s1600/dsc_0508.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566984022320046770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmeSCpYrI/AAAAAAAABIo/zEUHVZ6L8Ko/s320/dsc_0508.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmJaZ9A0I/AAAAAAAABIg/Lggd9_6EH-o/s1600/dsc_0507.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566983663788032834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmJaZ9A0I/AAAAAAAABIg/Lggd9_6EH-o/s320/dsc_0507.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmJEAmwbI/AAAAAAAABIY/LsZONWEQFng/s1600/dsc_0506.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566983657776136626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmJEAmwbI/AAAAAAAABIY/LsZONWEQFng/s320/dsc_0506.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIx9vDhI/AAAAAAAABIQ/FyyAi9vWvA4/s1600/dsc_0505.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566983652932259346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIx9vDhI/AAAAAAAABIQ/FyyAi9vWvA4/s320/dsc_0505.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIl9R8iI/AAAAAAAABII/3u0w3ZP2V4Q/s1600/dsc_0504.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566983649709126178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIl9R8iI/AAAAAAAABII/3u0w3ZP2V4Q/s320/dsc_0504.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIcdgiaI/AAAAAAAABIA/0Xb_Mq80WFE/s1600/dsc_0500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566983647159945634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TUHmIcdgiaI/AAAAAAAABIA/0Xb_Mq80WFE/s320/dsc_0500.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-76593464078484751232010-09-17T17:13:00.007-06:002010-09-17T18:14:15.513-06:00Its a boy!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Archie Titan Ames</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">7 lbs 10 oz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">20 1/4 inches long</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Born at 1:59 pm</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(Archie is a family name, in fact this little guy will be the fifth one in a row, but we will call him Titan)<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518026946889140882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4Rb5cSpI/AAAAAAAABFs/XfTl5IzTf_E/s320/IMG_20100906_140928.jpg" /></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4Q-AGsOI/AAAAAAAABFk/DWBf3PPowGU/s1600/IMG_20100905_135230.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518026938864021730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4Q-AGsOI/AAAAAAAABFk/DWBf3PPowGU/s320/IMG_20100905_135230.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">I forgot to take a pic of my belly in the hospital so this picture the day before will have to do.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4TI1PqtI/AAAAAAAABGE/5LlkuN3KdEM/s1600/IMG_20100906_144521.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518026976131001042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4TI1PqtI/AAAAAAAABGE/5LlkuN3KdEM/s320/IMG_20100906_144521.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4SRPJ9wI/AAAAAAAABF8/agfobG5yvvQ/s1600/IMG_20100906_141236.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518026961207293698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP4SRPJ9wI/AAAAAAAABF8/agfobG5yvvQ/s320/IMG_20100906_141236.jpg" /></a> Check out the hair! <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7C6EQEmI/AAAAAAAABGU/oi6bdCCW5D8/s1600/IMG_20100906_145244.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518029995824386658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7C6EQEmI/AAAAAAAABGU/oi6bdCCW5D8/s320/IMG_20100906_145244.jpg" /></a><br />Zaylie got a couple of presents for becoming a big sister. She got her own baby and a mermaid tale barbie with a sea horse friend. Zaylie LOVES a Mermaid Tale Barbie and any accessory that goes with it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7CRe9sYI/AAAAAAAABGM/Vl7plvXwWBw/s1600/IMG_20100906_145222.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518029984930574722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7CRe9sYI/AAAAAAAABGM/Vl7plvXwWBw/s320/IMG_20100906_145222.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7Eipf42I/AAAAAAAABGs/48KAGyyZFIk/s1600/IMG_20100906_222336.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518030023897899874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7Eipf42I/AAAAAAAABGs/48KAGyyZFIk/s320/IMG_20100906_222336.jpg" /></a> All Clean!<br /></div></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7DRKYQDI/AAAAAAAABGc/OAi5Xpelo1o/s1600/IMG_20100906_215405.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518030002024103986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP7DRKYQDI/AAAAAAAABGc/OAi5Xpelo1o/s320/IMG_20100906_215405.jpg" /></a> If I look a little tired it could have something to do with the fact that I hadn't slept in 39 hours when this picture was taken. At least I think that had something to do with it.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP98ZyEBGI/AAAAAAAABG0/0rXLSviu0i4/s1600/IMG_20100908_101139.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518033182613832802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP98ZyEBGI/AAAAAAAABG0/0rXLSviu0i4/s320/IMG_20100908_101139.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQCad1OuTI/AAAAAAAABH0/sZ3Cc-u4fAM/s1600/IMG_20100908_101223.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB1h3prkI/AAAAAAAABHs/MhthRlt7164/s1600/IMG_20100908_071535.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518037462572183106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB1h3prkI/AAAAAAAABHs/MhthRlt7164/s320/IMG_20100908_071535.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB1cmGDxI/AAAAAAAABHk/p9yPAulctps/s1600/IMG_20100907_182930.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518037461156368146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB1cmGDxI/AAAAAAAABHk/p9yPAulctps/s320/IMG_20100907_182930.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB0W6O9nI/AAAAAAAABHc/jntgch7tggc/s1600/IMG_20100907_182203.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518037442450355826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB0W6O9nI/AAAAAAAABHc/jntgch7tggc/s320/IMG_20100907_182203.jpg" /></a> This is how he kept his legs in my belly.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB0LCashI/AAAAAAAABHU/xeAsbJ4ASHw/s1600/IMG_20100907_162648.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518037439263453714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQB0LCashI/AAAAAAAABHU/xeAsbJ4ASHw/s320/IMG_20100907_162648.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQBzsLWVyI/AAAAAAAABHM/Gc4XQorOm8M/s1600/IMG_20100907_123009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518037430979417890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJQBzsLWVyI/AAAAAAAABHM/Gc4XQorOm8M/s320/IMG_20100907_123009.jpg" /></a> Zaylie was so excited about her new baby brother, but she just wasn't ready to get close to him yet.</div></div></div></div></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP99l6QBFI/AAAAAAAABHE/PkAwPxARYCE/s1600/IMG_20100908_153440.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518033203049268306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TJP99l6QBFI/AAAAAAAABHE/PkAwPxARYCE/s320/IMG_20100908_153440.jpg" /></a> Titan getting ready to go home!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*birthing story/details to come in a later post</div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-37739607185499751532010-08-16T13:27:00.003-06:002010-08-16T13:44:10.846-06:0035 Weeks<div align="center">35 Weeks<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TGmUKEyqc0I/AAAAAAAABFU/wlKCyJDYIuM/s1600/dsc_0105.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506094920242983746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TGmUKEyqc0I/AAAAAAAABFU/wlKCyJDYIuM/s320/dsc_0105.jpg" /></a><br /><br />-Baby has started dropping so now I really waddle when I walk<br /><br />-starting to freak out that we don't have a name<br /><br />-total weight gain 45 lbs...awesome.<br /><br />-Measuring at 37 weeks<br /><br />-Dilated to a 1 and 70% efaced<br /><br />-contractions all day long... sometimes they will be 2-3 minutes apart for a couple of hours and then stop. Seriously, what is the point!<br /><br />-still waking up every two hours to pee and put nasal spray in my nose.<br /><br />-Arch can no longer sleep in the same bed as me...as my snoring is no longer bearable with ear plugs. Apparently its so bad he can feel it through the bed.<br /><br />-Favorite comment of the week: "Wow I have a friend having twins due a couple weeks after you and your bigger than her." There is a line in the movie Never Been Kissed that I think sums up my thoughts... "I have no words...and I always have words!" </div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-12178903969862489442010-07-27T09:09:00.009-06:002010-07-27T12:33:18.621-06:0033 Weeks<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TE8kw3HAVMI/AAAAAAAABFM/2EpEQ3DWWto/s1600/2010-07-24+13.22.11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498654091888317634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TE8kw3HAVMI/AAAAAAAABFM/2EpEQ3DWWto/s320/2010-07-24+13.22.11.jpg" /></a> Just a pic of my little family at Mr. Pizza (Where the whole family got stuffed for only 5 dollars...including refillable drinks! Now thats a bargain!)<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498654084531971634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/TE8kwbtHZjI/AAAAAAAABFE/LnrrYZVsxSI/s320/2010-07-27+12.21.09.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>For those of you who don't know I'm pregnant, I never really made an official announcement or anything so if you didn't know don't feel bad or feel like we aren't friends...if you haven't noticed from the absence of my blog posts I have sort of kept to myself this past year. But I'm ready to join the blogging world again so here it goes.</div><br /><div></div><div>Im one of those really fortunate people who start showing aout 6 days after they conceive a child...people try and make me feel better by saying well your just so darn small you have no where for it go...but really thats just a bunch of crap because I know people who are just as small as me and don't show til 20 weeks. So whatever. So of course when I start showing people just assume I'm 4 months along when the normal person starts to show, but really im 7 weeks along. My due date is september 17th, Since about March I have had people asking me if I'm due in June based on my size...then June came and went and now I get some of the sweetest comments I've seriously thought about writing a book. Now when I say "sweetest" I don't mean like "oh thats so sweet of you thank you" I mean "you have some serious cajones to say that outloud to a pregant person" What is it about a pregnant belly that says, "Please tell me exactly what you think about my size and say it in the rudest way possible because its not going to hurt my feelings." </div><br /><div></div><div>Anyway, I thought I would post a few of my favorites...</div><br /><div></div><ul><li>-Oh my gosh you look like your about to explode....no seriously you seriously look like your about to explode.</li><br /><li>- My wife just had her baby and she didn't even get close to as big as you are.</li><br /><li>-Insulter#1 : Due any minute?</li></ul><p> Me: No, I have two months and a half months left.</p><p> Insulter- Are you serious...how are you even going to carry that around!?!</p><div> Me:.......uh not sure.</div><div></div><ul><li>- Insulter #2-Oh you poor thing you look so uncomfortable, at least your almost done right?</li></ul><p> Me: Oh I wish, but i still have 3 months left.</p><p> Insulter: Oh twins?</p><p> Me thinking: you seriously think I could be due any day with twins and I still have three months left...awesome. </p><ul><li>Insulter #3:Oh it looks like he has really dropped, at least your almost done, that looks really uncomfortable.</li></ul><p> Me: Well I still have two and a half months left, he just sits really low.</p><p> Insulter #3: Oh wow, I bet your gonna have to go on bed rest pretty soon, there is no way your going to be able to get any bigger with him that low.</p><p> Me: Seriously...did you go to medical school? (of course I didn't say that because I have tact and dignity and wouldn't want to hurt their feelings unlike the insulter that thinks I want to hear crap like that)</p><p>The funny thing is I don't think I'm this huge giant, I just am all belly and its all up front so it looks like I'm huge...however I guess I am bigger than normal because I have yet to see a pregnant person due the same time I am or even before me that I am smaller than, or even the same size as. So maybe I am huge. </p><p>For journaling purposes these are some of my pregnany symptoms:</p><p align="center">33 Weeks</p><p align="center">-My saliva gives me heart burn. Not just food, not just chocolate, anything and everything and its 24/7. I finally got on a prescription that works wonders but I just ran out of it...doctor appointment tomorrow halleluia! Bring on the pills.</p><p align="center">-Weight gain, 40 lbs. Awesome--so all you pregnant ladies out there that say how fat you feel and you have gained like 18 lbs and say how fat you feel, I just don't feel bad for you, sorry. *Side note here, the first 20 weeks of my pregnancy I didn't eat any sugar or white flour, white breads, white rice...nothing, I worked out 4 times a week and ran around like a crazy person for 7 hours a day chasing autisic kids so I was super duper active for the main reason that I didn't want to gain weight like I did with zaylie, and I still gained 25 lbs, so I finally said screw it bring on the sugar.</p><p align="center">-My hands feet and face have started to swell. The cankles aren't so bad, the man hands are a bit embarrasing, but the face fat is the worst, its what makes me look like I have gained 40 lbs. </p><p align="center">-Fortunately I was small enough to begin with, so when I gain 40 lbs I still look like a fairly small person so its hard to tell I've gained 40 lbs... until I try on pants. Then its a bit depressing.</p><p align="center">-I like foods I normally hate and want to eat at restaurants that I normally don't want to, and places I usually love I never want to go to. I normally hate pineapple, but I love it right now, the thought of eating a hamburger normally makes me want to puke, but I've eaten like 54 hamburgers this pregnancy. My favorite fast food is Panda Express, Idaho Falls finally got one and I never want to go, but I always want to go to Taco Bell. </p><p align="center">-I'm starting to get really really tired an have no energy.</p><p align="center">-I go pee literally every 30 minutes to an hour, and because he sits so low every step I take I feel like I won't make it in time to the bathroom, it really gets old. At night I get a break though and go every 2-3 hours. :)</p><p align="center">-He is quite the mover, he makes such sharp movements that make me jump and actually hurt me. This gives us hope he will be a football player.</p><p align="center">-He likes to stretch out and rub into my hip bones and shove his feet under my ribs at the same time.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p> </p><br /></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-52856561525062381292009-10-04T10:15:00.003-06:002009-10-04T10:58:18.631-06:00My new Job<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SsjLjzQ2IgI/AAAAAAAABE8/JhShedolVc8/s1600-h/apple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388780770065523202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SsjLjzQ2IgI/AAAAAAAABE8/JhShedolVc8/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wow its been a long time since I have posted, but I do have a good excuse this time. I decided to work full time this year and got a job as a special education teacher. I want to start off by saying, no we are not in financial trouble, and no I didn't "have" to go back to work. I chose to. I wanted to. Many people find that odd, but I guess I'm not your typical stay at home mom that loves to stay in my PJs all day playing with my two year old. I pretty much go stir crazy. I love my child and I love being a mom and playing with and teaching her, but I also love to work. I have to admit substitute teaching was the best. It was flexible I could work when I wanted to and not work when I didn't feel like it. However I get paid 4 times better working full time, and I still get every holiday off, 3 months in the summer...and I only work from 8-3. Arch said if you think about it, teaching is like the best job ever, you only work 7 hours a day, get huge holiday breaks and the entire summer off, plus monthly no school days, if you calculate it its like getting paid 25 bucks an hour...not bad. Obviously teaching isn't the best most highest paying job there is, but I get to use my education and it works out great for us.</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, I felt like right now is the perfect time, if there was ever a time, to go back to work. Zaylie is 2 1/2 so she is old enough to handle being with out me for a few hours, we don't have a baby coming in the near future, so why not make some extra money to finish our basement. Zaylie goes to a friend in my wards house who watches a few kids at home, and Zaylie really likes it. She even takes naps there just fine, so by the time I pick her up at 3:00 she has already taken her nap and I get the rest of the day to hang out with her. </div><div> </div><div>The school I work at houses a district wide autism program, so those children who have autism severe enough that it adversely affects their learning so much that they need extra resources, come to me. So I'm not the regular special education teacher for the school, I'm the special education teacher for the autism program. Its been really fun, really stressful, and a lot of work, and I am actually enjoying it for the most part. So thats what we have been up to for the past couple of months, so don't judge me for not posting :) </div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-28982315679589530342009-08-11T15:56:00.001-06:002009-08-11T16:10:21.872-06:00So cutePoor little Zaylie got sick throwing up for a few nights in a row. Woke up one morning to this...so cute.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SoHsCRhvFMI/AAAAAAAABE0/lUzrAGeHy0A/s1600-h/CIMG1623.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368831754611135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SoHsCRhvFMI/AAAAAAAABE0/lUzrAGeHy0A/s320/CIMG1623.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SoHsBtVoUiI/AAAAAAAABEs/u6XYN1OZMcs/s1600-h/CIMG1621.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368831744896684578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SoHsBtVoUiI/AAAAAAAABEs/u6XYN1OZMcs/s320/CIMG1621.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-91649065312578914062009-07-17T22:08:00.005-06:002009-07-17T23:43:50.085-06:00Zay's emotional roller coaster<div align="center">Here are some pictures of Zaylie and her many facial expressions and emotions...and some are neither but just cute :) </div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeKcjOsbI/AAAAAAAABEk/xfborFBHyh4/s1600-h/CIMG1653.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359668565103260082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeKcjOsbI/AAAAAAAABEk/xfborFBHyh4/s320/CIMG1653.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJ7RH0YI/AAAAAAAABEc/7upae68tl5U/s1600-h/CIMG1644.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359668556168941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJ7RH0YI/AAAAAAAABEc/7upae68tl5U/s320/CIMG1644.JPG" border="0" /></a> She loves to help daddy with his expression<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJn8FlAI/AAAAAAAABEU/9lFfQ63doTA/s1600-h/CIMG1642.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359668550980441090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJn8FlAI/AAAAAAAABEU/9lFfQ63doTA/s320/CIMG1642.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJMvFFZI/AAAAAAAABEM/iYXy4xyW8MU/s1600-h/CIMG1640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359668543678125458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeJMvFFZI/AAAAAAAABEM/iYXy4xyW8MU/s320/CIMG1640.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeI7Nd8NI/AAAAAAAABEE/Bf78_KS6IE8/s1600-h/CIMG1637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359668538973745362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFeI7Nd8NI/AAAAAAAABEE/Bf78_KS6IE8/s320/CIMG1637.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is her cheese face<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPdRZgxxI/AAAAAAAABD8/si5Niuz4rjM/s1600-h/291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359652395852810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPdRZgxxI/AAAAAAAABD8/si5Niuz4rjM/s320/291.JPG" border="0" /></a> When Zaylie gets her feelings hurt or things don't go her way, she doesn't throw a fit but she stands still puts her chin down and starts pouting and sadly sniffing like the worst thing in the world has just happened to her. Its pretty funny, so here I am just trying to cheer her up by giving her a kiss.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPc-TDtmI/AAAAAAAABD0/meDhKUKST9c/s1600-h/290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359652390725465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPc-TDtmI/AAAAAAAABD0/meDhKUKST9c/s320/290.JPG" border="0" /></a>I think this is getting ready to jump...maybe<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPcglAH8I/AAAAAAAABDs/PYvyMXSe6RQ/s1600-h/335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359652382747664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPcglAH8I/AAAAAAAABDs/PYvyMXSe6RQ/s320/335.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPcUrJekI/AAAAAAAABDk/zF722zcJ9D8/s1600-h/334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359652379552217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPcUrJekI/AAAAAAAABDk/zF722zcJ9D8/s320/334.JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't even know what this emotion is...mad? annoyed? or just a plain dirty look?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPbz6FjuI/AAAAAAAABDc/p9lt05I9krE/s1600-h/311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359652370756505314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFPbz6FjuI/AAAAAAAABDc/p9lt05I9krE/s320/311.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zaylie wearing my hat<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFODJ5L7GI/AAAAAAAABDU/QekIRpIcYzg/s1600-h/293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650847649950818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFODJ5L7GI/AAAAAAAABDU/QekIRpIcYzg/s320/293.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bonked her elbow and a bit pist about it<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOC3NzyPI/AAAAAAAABDM/j4j84b9f_EA/s1600-h/289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650842636175602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOC3NzyPI/AAAAAAAABDM/j4j84b9f_EA/s320/289.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pouting again...it is sometimes so hard not to laugh when she does stuff like this.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOCqPyqQI/AAAAAAAABDE/0mY87xtFDhM/s1600-h/288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650839154829570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOCqPyqQI/AAAAAAAABDE/0mY87xtFDhM/s320/288.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just being crazy<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOCGIgyMI/AAAAAAAABC8/QgEzVJi8P6o/s1600-h/286.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650829460621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOCGIgyMI/AAAAAAAABC8/QgEzVJi8P6o/s320/286.JPG" border="0" /></a> And again with the dirty looks, i have like a bajillion pictures of this face...if you haven't figured it out yet, she is a bit dramatic.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOB0sHhjI/AAAAAAAABC0/JZs__CtKyFE/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650824778122802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SmFOB0sHhjI/AAAAAAAABC0/JZs__CtKyFE/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the only picture of her where I think she sort of looks like me and not a mini Arch.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-15262983005476559642009-07-08T14:27:00.003-06:002009-07-08T14:57:23.461-06:00Potty Trained!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SlUDNlSpkWI/AAAAAAAABCs/RvWH1Ge9X3k/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190863710589282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SlUDNlSpkWI/AAAAAAAABCs/RvWH1Ge9X3k/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am happy to announce my child is finally and officially potty trained. I have been putting it off for a long time, mainly because it seemed like my life would be easier if she was in diapers and the thought of potty training was just so...not appealing. We tried when she was about 20 months and she was AWESOME, but then we went to colorado for Arch's sisters wedding and all that work and training went down the pooper when we got home. So I decided to wait till we were done with the house, and done with all of our trips before I started again. So a few weeks ago we started and in about two days she got it down and it really wasn't even that bad. The only thing she still has a hard time with is going number 2. It seems to scare her a bit, so she will hold it for days until she just can't handle it anymore and then seems to have a bit of a panic attack. So I have been giving her prune juice lately to make her go more often- mwah ha ha ha- and that has been helping. I know it sounds kind of mean... but whatever works right? We don't want her getting my digestion problems so you bet I'll be making her poop. :)</div><div> </div><div>And can I just vent for a little bit...I am SO bloody annoyed with everyone and their friggin dog telling me how I am potty training my child the wrong way, i need to do it like this, or like that! I feel like saying- is she freaking peeing in the toilet by herself? Yes. Am I still changing diapers? No. Okay so obviously what I am doing is working just fine for us so leave me the FREAK ALONE! Older women will just come right out and say "oh your not doing that right," or oh no, I have potty trained 7 kids and i never did that with any of my kids so you need to do it like this." Okay seriously that was 30 YEARS AGO! Is it possible that in the last 30 years there has been new and recent evidence that other methods are better than the older ways? Is it possible that in my four years of getting my Early childhood/Special Education degree where I am trained and certified to work with infants, toddlers, and preschool aged children that I would have been tought potty training methods and have done my research on the topic? I MEAN SERIOUSLY!!!! And if I am doing it wrong, is it ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS??? If I asked you for advice that would be totally different. I swear I can speak the words "potty training" and any 45+ woman in a 350 ft radius will hear those words and will come running so eager to verbally vomit their professional potty training advice all over me. Its just so aggrivating. </div><div> </div><div>Ok. I feel better now.</div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-54208042553849241092009-06-23T15:16:00.004-06:002009-06-23T16:21:33.588-06:00Girl Time in Nashville and hubby time in Vegas!A few weeks ago Arch's parents came into town and wanted to take Zaylie back home with them for two whole weeks...so of course I decided to take full advantage of that and booked a trip to go see my BFF in Nashville for a week, and then go on a trip for our 5th wedding anniversary to Las Vegas.<br /><br /><br />We lived in Nashville for a summer four years ago so it was fun to go back and visit, see a friend and go to all the fun places I loved going before.<br />We went to downtown Nashville one night, we ate at the Hard Rock, saw a lot of crazy peeps, and just walked around to see the night life.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMBK22vtI/AAAAAAAABCk/SVdaxG_LA1g/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641415270874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMBK22vtI/AAAAAAAABCk/SVdaxG_LA1g/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Of course we did a bit of shopping.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMAb_9c3I/AAAAAAAABCU/rl5vemaZfcc/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641402692596594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMAb_9c3I/AAAAAAAABCU/rl5vemaZfcc/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Went ot the Opry Mills Mall, Opry House and the Hotel<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMAFj7AbI/AAAAAAAABCM/hRxMW-52xc4/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641396669415858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFMAFj7AbI/AAAAAAAABCM/hRxMW-52xc4/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFL_i8hz1I/AAAAAAAABCE/isDrHRV8cYo/s1600-h/076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641387377381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFL_i8hz1I/AAAAAAAABCE/isDrHRV8cYo/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Ate more really yummy food...I think I may have gained 5 pounds that week...not the best idea when that next week I'm supposed to look boomin in a swim suit for Vegas.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIxU3gk7I/AAAAAAAABB8/hEI_AK57We4/s1600-h/069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637844545180594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIxU3gk7I/AAAAAAAABB8/hEI_AK57We4/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIxDxyj9I/AAAAAAAABB0/HuQEbl5-yMY/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637839957790674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIxDxyj9I/AAAAAAAABB0/HuQEbl5-yMY/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of my favorite things about Nashville is how everywhere you look it looks like a bunch of broccoli.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwugRkNI/AAAAAAAABBs/CMQPwN0uZBc/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637834247180498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwugRkNI/AAAAAAAABBs/CMQPwN0uZBc/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We went to this cupcake place in downtown franklin...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwRDlixI/AAAAAAAABBk/L4WIfeTcnp8/s1600-h/065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637826342226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwRDlixI/AAAAAAAABBk/L4WIfeTcnp8/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>and ate some delicious looking, but not so delicious tasting cupcakes. I know hard to believe, they look in-freaking-credible, but they had like zero taste, I didn't even finish it.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwDFU2kI/AAAAAAAABBc/jWftZrXtJjA/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637822591425090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SkFIwDFU2kI/AAAAAAAABBc/jWftZrXtJjA/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Of course we laid by the pool, got pedicures, watched the bachelor, gossiped a bit, you know girl stuff, and it was dang fun. Thanks Cass for such a fun trip!<br /><br />Off to Vegas...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-53600483195794377182009-06-17T11:01:00.004-06:002009-06-17T12:24:16.380-06:00I'm selling furniture at WHOLESALE PRICES!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356808134981938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLiDteTI/AAAAAAAABBU/LR5R25uTjDY/s320/table.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356807571072978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLf9Q59I/AAAAAAAABBM/_T5Fctf9Ihc/s320/sectional1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLG55B_I/AAAAAAAABBE/YB9tpl2LzJs/s1600-h/couches.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356800846039026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLG55B_I/AAAAAAAABBE/YB9tpl2LzJs/s320/couches.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLHTEOcI/AAAAAAAABA8/Rw7wQUgmIZw/s1600-h/bunkbed1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356800951630274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuLHTEOcI/AAAAAAAABA8/Rw7wQUgmIZw/s320/bunkbed1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuK-eM7uI/AAAAAAAABA0/uXWhHXBLuRY/s1600-h/bedset1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356798582419170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SjkuK-eM7uI/AAAAAAAABA0/uXWhHXBLuRY/s320/bedset1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>For years my mom has been selling wholesale priced furniture, and I have loved being able to get really nice furniture for a fraction of what it would be at a furniture store. So I have decided to start selling it as well to give others the super awesome prices I can get. I mean really, whats the point in paying hundreds of dollars more for furniture when you don't need to!<br /><br />As of right now its all out of a catalog, and can only be shipped to me, so only local customers, Rexburg, Idaho Falls, Rigby Pocatello and surrounding areas (unless you want to pay extra shipping to get it to you, or if you want to come visit us and come pick it up).<br /><br />Here is an example of what I just recently got for myself...One queen bed, one dresser, and two night stands for around 1000 dollars. Including taxes and shipping. pretty sweet huh.<br /><br />This catalog has tables, couches, bedroom sets, coffee and end tables, childrens beds, lamps, pictures, mirrors, benches...you name it we've got it! And guaranteed its hundreds less than what you will find at a furniture store.<br /><br />Anyway if your needing to fill your house with furniture but your on a budget e-mail me or leave me a comment and I'll get the catalog to you ASAP!</div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-73049741212059468272009-05-14T15:45:00.002-06:002009-05-14T15:52:28.464-06:00Lava Lamps<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgyRRrlxsGI/AAAAAAAABAs/Bl3QcPZhNCA/s1600-h/lava+lamp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799391472169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgyRRrlxsGI/AAAAAAAABAs/Bl3QcPZhNCA/s320/lava+lamp.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>"Boy's are like lava lamps, fun to look at but not very bright" </strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong>Just a phrase my 12 year old sister and her friends like to use. Thought I would share. Good Stuff.<br /><br />It has kind of become a little joke around our house and the other day I made a comment that everyone seemed to understand but arch and I looked at him and said, "boys are like lava lamps." it was funny.<br /></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-20346339571702302232009-05-08T16:55:00.006-06:002009-05-09T13:16:33.314-06:00Salt Lake City Supercross<div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333592641560090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6P7jTmPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/qWy3NeX0s6M/s320/243.JPG" border="0" /> Arch and I went to another Supercross this year, this time in Salt Lake. Its been five years since SLC has had the Supercross in the city, so it was nice to only have to drive 3 hours this year. During the day the weather was pretty miserable, rainy, windy, cold, basically the works. We spent the entire day walking through the pits in the crappy weather, looking at all the muddy bikes from the practice races, getting free stuff like tie down straps and chair cushions, and watching them practice on the track. Its still was a total blast even with the weather. Here are some picture of the practice races, you can basically sit anywhere to watch them practice so we got pretty close to take some sweet pics. This is Chad Reed, who is the bomb.com.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6RLVolzI/AAAAAAAABAM/1gbtBo9n2Rw/s1600-h/261.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333592662977582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6RLVolzI/AAAAAAAABAM/1gbtBo9n2Rw/s320/261.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6QzK1fuI/AAAAAAAABAE/44I0lAy9ow0/s1600-h/256.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333592656489840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6QzK1fuI/AAAAAAAABAE/44I0lAy9ow0/s320/256.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just a sweet move<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6QKJHzBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FCnZFC2ZBhQ/s1600-h/254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333592645476797458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6QKJHzBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FCnZFC2ZBhQ/s320/254.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kevin Windham jumping a triple...he ended up getting fourth in the series<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333592665450397778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS6RUjMwFI/AAAAAAAABAU/VBwoo8-YWsk/s320/262.JPG" border="0" /> Arch and I in our sweet rain gear.<br /></div><br /><div>It was such an awesome race, even for the 250's. There are two different main races, one for the lites aka 250's and one for the 450's. The 450's is kind of the big main race that most people go to see, but this race a rider from Idaho (which is the main reason why we cheered for him) got caught up in a mess if you will at the holeshot and was like in 12th place or something, and made his way up to 2nd place and almost took 1st right by the finish line. It was dang sweet.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333598341156253026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS_bsM7LWI/AAAAAAAABAc/wLuDsx8fIWE/s320/269.JPG" border="0" /> In the 450 race the two main riders are Chad Reed and James "Bubba" Stewart. These guys are freakin awesome riders. The entire race they were neck and neck, passing eachother for first place like every 10 seconds, it was nuts. Just to let you know how fast these guys are, third place was 30 seconds behind them the entire race. Anyway with about 7 laps to go, one of Stewarts team mates totally tried to get into Chads way, this team mate was a laped by Reed and Stewart and lapers are supposed to get out of the way for the leaders, but this guy Chisolm you could tell purposely got in his way so stewart could win (Stewart was promised a million dollar bonus if he won the race) Everyone could tell that it was done purposely, they even black flagged Chisolm which means he couldn't finish the race, and when Stewart won the entire crowd booed him. It was hilarious. Anyway now whenever someone cuts in front of us while we are driving, we call him a Chisolm. kind of fun. So the race was so much fun, but next year you can bet we will be in Vegas for the finals...no more of this crappy weather stuff.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-84956237069058774902009-05-06T14:42:00.010-06:002009-05-08T16:46:40.402-06:00Journaling Update for MoiI'm posting this mainly for my own journaling purposes, since this is my one and only form of journaling, NOT to brag about my kid or anything of that nature...seriously. :) <div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332926212291069330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgJcIpD6hZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RciTnLUs9zo/s320/285.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We decided since we were making a lot of big changes with building the house and living in my grandparents house, and then moving into the new house, that we would wait till we moved into the new house to put Zaylie in her big girl bed. So she was a little over two, I felt sort of sad as I would read all my friends blogs saying they got toddler beds for their kids birthdays, but I knew it was just out of the question with how busy we were. So anyway, I was super nervous about putting her in a big girl bed, I mean the bed we got isn't one of those little toddler beds where they are 2 inches off the ground. This is a full blown twin bed, its like as tall as her. She was all over the place in her crib I would find her in the craziest positions in the morning so "how in the hell-o" (name that movie) was she going to not fall out of a bed, not to mention her being a two year old who thinks she is in charge of the universe, i just knew she would constantly be getting out of bed. </div><div align="center">Well night one she got out of bed 4 times, she would come out of the door (she had mastered door knobs for a few months by now) and say "good morning!" nice. Night two, she stayed in her room but got out of bed a few times. Night three she stayed in her bed but banged her feet on the wall and talked to herself for a couple of hours. Night four-fell asleep right away with no noise and no getting out, and its been like that for the past two months! She never gets out of bed, not even for naps, she just lays down and goes right to sleep. I owe it all to supernanny, I used all of her tactics and apparantly it worked. Sa-weet. </div><div align="center">This is how Zaylie likes to get into her bed, and then likes to slide down the matress at the bottom of the bed. She's obsessed with sliding down anything that could somehow be a slide.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332926215629408066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgJcI1f1h0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/NFWSuxaDqzo/s320/322.bmp" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332926220249738498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgJcJGtaLQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/fbD0FH6Wq_M/s320/323.bmp" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332926226284569634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgJcJdMOZCI/AAAAAAAAA-s/R5TXDb0IutY/s320/324.bmp" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332926225240104226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgJcJZTNHSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ed6IbJqfXJ0/s320/326.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Next item of business: Easter</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582121646588082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwrl0egLI/AAAAAAAAA_E/r_vKUJnHb7Y/s320/216.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">It was a pretty quiet weekend, we went to my parents house for dinner and an Easter egg hunt. We always do two hunts, one for Zaylie, and one for the rest of us. Yes I am an avid easter egg hunter, I resort to 8 years old shoving my brother out of the way to get an egg we both spotted. However this time my brother hid them and I was shoving Arch out of the way to get an egg. Good times. Anyway I didn't win this year, Malarie did. boo. But I did beat Arch, of course. hee hee don't worry, I can talk smack like this because Arch doesn't read our blog, I don't even think he knows the address for it. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Zaylie loved finding the eggs, my mom put candy in the eggs, and everytime she found one she would shake it and put it in her basket. One egg didn't happen to have anything in it and when she found it she shook it, and got a crusty look on her face and said, "oh, no good" and threw it behind her. Here is the crusty look.<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582118983457090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwrb5iWUI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Bl7zW6kdjEM/s320/211.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Zaylie has been loving our Easter baskets for hats, she always asks me to wear one to, so often we are just hanging around the house in our Easter hats.<br /></p><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwsG6IEUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/heeWywVrxfM/s1600-h/232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582130528653634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwsG6IEUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/heeWywVrxfM/s320/232.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwr5_lAKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/JKQPy2YCHr0/s1600-h/234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582127061860514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwr5_lAKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/JKQPy2YCHr0/s320/234.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div align="center">Here are just a couple of cute pics of the Zaydster.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582133888858962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgSwsTbQu1I/AAAAAAAAA_c/dqRcJBXMmoQ/s320/274.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586710303192450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SgS02r5dtYI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DsaDfCQM-u0/s320/275.JPG" border="0" />Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-59553312109084520342009-04-15T17:00:00.004-06:002009-04-15T17:40:00.893-06:00Farties<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZrZzouN3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/DLTqu7dgZ2c/s1600-h/smarties.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061700514101106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZrZzouN3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/DLTqu7dgZ2c/s320/smarties.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>From the title of this post you are probably thinking this post would be about my child calling her farts farties or something of that nature, but no. Zaylie calls the candy smarties, "farties." I have tried working with her on it over and over saying ssssssssmmmmmmm-arties, and she says, sssssssssss-farties...with such enthusiasm like she just said exactly how I said to say it. Good times. I had them once in my purse, so now she just assumes I always have farties in my purse. So we'll be walking in the store and Zaylie will yell out, FARTIES FARTIES. Nice. People look at me like I'm farting or something. Thats all I have to say about that.</div><br /><br />These are just some recent pictures of Zaylie in her favorite outfit that her aunt Cassie and uncle Brennen gave her. Since I'm a bad mom and never take her to get her picture taken, and don't have the talent to take those awesome pictures that are edited with photoshop like it seems like everyone can do...these will have to do :) Don't judge me and my lame picture taking skills.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZrZ2MPCVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hbX84UUBPl4/s1600-h/374.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061701199923538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZrZ2MPCVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hbX84UUBPl4/s320/374.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcqDbFiI/AAAAAAAAA98/T-bZ30VteKE/s1600-h/373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060649969718818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcqDbFiI/AAAAAAAAA98/T-bZ30VteKE/s320/373.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcXP5unI/AAAAAAAAA90/13tb5JDntCU/s1600-h/372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060644921784946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcXP5unI/AAAAAAAAA90/13tb5JDntCU/s320/372.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcDjB8uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/G4eGQFVWniw/s1600-h/371.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060639633306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqcDjB8uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/G4eGQFVWniw/s320/371.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqbztIOCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/JKRf1VwlKEg/s1600-h/369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060635380693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqbztIOCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/JKRf1VwlKEg/s320/369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqbt7tw8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/IlCSIVsQBqg/s1600-h/365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325060633831261122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SeZqbt7tw8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/IlCSIVsQBqg/s320/365.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was so not posing for this picture...seriously I just happend to be in the background smiling.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-32938687522106506302009-04-07T14:25:00.008-06:002009-04-07T15:47:45.040-06:00OUR NEW HOUSE!<div align="center"><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvH5ikvyjI/AAAAAAAAA9E/lBXvxqKNy1E/s1600-h/290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322067176015776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvH5ikvyjI/AAAAAAAAA9E/lBXvxqKNy1E/s320/290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Here is the finished product... our new house that took us six months to build with arch working on it from 7 pm to 1 am every night and 15 hour saturdays. It was a lot of work to be our own general contractor and to deal with ALL of the problems that came with the process, and there were a lot, and this is the part where I should say "but it was all worth it in the end" however we really aren't sure yet if it was! Maybe ask us in a few months. Anyway here are some pics of the place, no furnished pictures yet, I'm waiting till its all decorated for that of course.<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322068960426344914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvJhaBYQdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-BB4zVCAGpg/s320/331.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center">Arch designed the entry way, there is a ton of detail in the wood but this picture doesn't do it justice, I'll work on getting a better one in the future.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060388085240594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBubj_kxI/AAAAAAAAA88/8ttaPLuQ09Q/s320/363.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">This is off to the side of the front door, this goes down to our unfinished basement.</p><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051724382742882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu52IwWqWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TOa64dD0qfg/s320/350.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Hallway to bedrooms</div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051729815757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu52c_r4-I/AAAAAAAAA60/r1RHch0GiFk/s320/333.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Main bath (Zaylie's bathroom)</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu53JCM4SI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PboWqVqRUeQ/s1600-h/352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051741637468450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu53JCM4SI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PboWqVqRUeQ/s320/352.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu52gnafrI/AAAAAAAAA68/OXUCkcrJCd8/s1600-h/334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051730787696306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu52gnafrI/AAAAAAAAA68/OXUCkcrJCd8/s320/334.JPG" border="0" /></a> Two bedrooms, I'll show those with more detail in a later post.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054267012438882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8KIyg22I/AAAAAAAAA7M/w3_U3OUGep4/s320/335.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div>Master Bedroom<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054273005056146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8KfHQ8JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ypq_Ue8BVEU/s320/336.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Master closet</div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054280291077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8K6QYzXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Q29I7ZzSVss/s320/357.JPG" border="0" /> Master Bath: Corner jetted tub, and Arch's sink and small linen closet<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054282954316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8LELWmQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/IHOlh5EHu8Y/s320/359.JPG" border="0" />My vanity (its bigger)<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8Knph7PI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xGYXI4vLq08/s1600-h/356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054275296259314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu8Knph7PI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xGYXI4vLq08/s320/356.JPG" border="0" /></a>This shower now has a glass door, again pictures to come later</div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-a4vue0I/AAAAAAAAA78/I-2429iy5AY/s1600-h/361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056753786813250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-a4vue0I/AAAAAAAAA78/I-2429iy5AY/s320/361.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our shower is 4 ft by 5 ft and has two shower heads! HECK TO THE YES!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-a_haqzI/AAAAAAAAA70/iKdxTrJj2NI/s1600-h/360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056755605842738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-a_haqzI/AAAAAAAAA70/iKdxTrJj2NI/s320/360.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-bi6t9hI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_-IF8EQ7bBw/s1600-h/345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056765107205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-bi6t9hI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_-IF8EQ7bBw/s320/345.JPG" border="0" /></a> This area was supposed to be a closet on the plans, but I changed that</div><div>to be a built in office/desk area which I LOVE!</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056762921543730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-baxnaDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/v2YqhYt9yGw/s320/344.JPG" border="0" /> This is the family room<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-br4XdLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vSr0an3AnTM/s1600-h/339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056767513261234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/Sdu-br4XdLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vSr0an3AnTM/s320/339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBuDmus8I/AAAAAAAAA80/zVRRbZvwy5s/s1600-h/346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060381654266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBuDmus8I/AAAAAAAAA80/zVRRbZvwy5s/s320/346.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBt4y-BPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/61usNgkRKTA/s1600-h/343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060378752812274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBt4y-BPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/61usNgkRKTA/s320/343.JPG" border="0" /></a>Kitchen and nook area<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBt0qVdAI/AAAAAAAAA8k/so8Ef7Izz2I/s1600-h/341.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060377642857474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBt0qVdAI/AAAAAAAAA8k/so8Ef7Izz2I/s320/341.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBtSJyuwI/AAAAAAAAA8c/K0ACGAHKZBw/s1600-h/340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060368379558658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvBtSJyuwI/AAAAAAAAA8c/K0ACGAHKZBw/s320/340.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322067181308612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SdvH52SqECI/AAAAAAAAA9M/sOi5-dn8dG8/s320/292.JPG" border="0" />This is across the street from us, so when Zaylie goes to school she'll be able to walk to school and then I can spy on here from home. :) But its nice now too that we have a place to play in the afternoons when school is out and during the day in the summer. Sa-weet!</div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-78173982452046863942009-03-18T14:29:00.003-06:002009-03-18T14:45:30.716-06:0020 of my FIRSTS.Well folks I'm actually bored, there are a million things I could be doing especially with packing things to get ready to move, or cleaning the dishes, or a load of laundry, but I'm bored of doing all those things, so while Zaylie is sleeping I thought I would do a tag. Here are 20 of my firsts.<br /><br />1. Who was your FIRST dance date? Ben Dallet<br /><br />2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? No<br /><br />3. First time you got stitches? Never had any<br /><br />4. What was your FIRST job? Well I started teaching piano when I was 12, but my first real tax giving/taking job was pretzel maker in the mall when I was 15.<br /><br />5. What was your FIRST car?1990 Nissan stanza<br /><br />6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? Courtney Bond<br /><br />7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?Well, Archie since he was right next to me...<br />8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?Mrs Hopkins.<br /><br />9.Where did you go on your FIRST airplane ride? Oak Harbor, Washington when I was probably a few weeks old.<br /><br />10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk? Mynette Hill, and my family gets her family's christmas cards still, but thats the extent of it.<br /><br />11. Where was your FIRST sleepover? My friend Kristins house in 1st grade.<br /><br />12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? Archie<br /><br />13. Whose wedding were you in for the FIRST time? My roommate Lindsay<br /><br />14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? Watch Backyardigans with Zaylie<br /><br />15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? Wynonna Judd when I was 8<br /><br />16. FIRST trip to the hospital? I was 8 and my earring infected my ear so badly that my ear swelled up completely enveloping the earring into my ear...you couldn't even see it. gross huh.<br /><br />17. FIRST piercing? Ears at 7.<br /><br />18. FIRST foreign country you've been to? Canada<br /><br />19. FIRST movie you remember seeing at the theater?Little Mermaid<br /><br />20. When was your FIRST detention? I never had detention, I never got in trouble at school, I was an angel in class... it was after school that I got into trouble :)Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-44720966248889454582009-03-02T11:27:00.000-07:002009-03-02T12:23:33.824-07:00Well Zaylie had her second birthday on February 17th, so I want to document a little of it for my own records, since I haven't touched a piece of scrapbook paper since before I was pregnant with her. We were able to take a night off from working on the house to have a birthday party with family, and it was a blast. Zaylie and Brennen worked on their beat box routines, she got a new guitair that plays little songs, and Zaylie made Brennen push the buttons for her all night long. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnDQW0BPI/AAAAAAAAA40/wmbU7dH1bW8/s1600-h/DSCN0908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308660997646714098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnDQW0BPI/AAAAAAAAA40/wmbU7dH1bW8/s320/DSCN0908.JPG" border="0" /></a>She also got a power four wheeler, that she totally loves, but in order for it to move you have to push a button by the handle bars, just like a real four wheeler. However she doesn't understand how to hold it down for a long period of time, so she'll push it, let go, push it, let go, push it etc. Its dang funny. Its just so crazy how different she is from her last birthday, when she turned one she was eating in her high chair not quite sure how to handle eating the cake, and this year she is sitting at her table like a big girl taking bites with her fork talking in sentences. Crazy. Oh and she was dang fat and had the roundest face last year, and this year she's super skinny.<br /><div>Zaylie last year.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawwbcqcHZI/AAAAAAAAA50/zNAMo7F35Sc/s1600-h/186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308671308871769490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawwbcqcHZI/AAAAAAAAA50/zNAMo7F35Sc/s320/186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>This year I made her a monkey cake, because she loves the "silly monkeys" as she would say in Jungle Book and Madagascar. It was a big hit, she loved it and still asks for her monkey birthday cake.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawrRdcaxPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ppfDn7UgUJA/s1600-h/DSCN0888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308665639724565746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawrRdcaxPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ppfDn7UgUJA/s320/DSCN0888.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnD88h6ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/sp7QQDNMMmY/s1600-h/DSCN0913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308661009616071058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnD88h6ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/sp7QQDNMMmY/s320/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Okay so a few things Zaylie can do at this point in her life:<br /></div><br /><div>~Zaylie can count to thirteen and then starts saying other numbers it goes like this 8.9.10.11.12.13.5.3.7.8.2. its pretty cute.<br /></div><br /><div>~Zaylie can sing her abc's however when she gets to the LMNOP part she says L M N 2 P. No idea why.<br /></div><br /><div>~She knows all of her colors, she sometimes gets yellow and purple mixed up, but hey thats okay at least she knows red, blue, green, black, brown, pink and white :)<br /></div><br /><div>~She is talking in 2-4 word sentences</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>~One of my favorite things she says is "Oh my goodness sakes" Sama and Papa Ames taught her that and its freakin hilarious. (Zaylie came up with Sama, we don't know why because she can say grandma, she just calls her Sama)<br /></div><br /><div>~Zaylie LOVES to pretend and play in her play kitchen, she will first wash her hands, use her fake soap, then put some water in a pan and put it in her play microwave and tell me to be careful its hot. Her specialties to serve are corn on the cob in her play collander, and eggs on a plate. She pretends to eat it and makes the noises and everything. Its crazy the things she does with pretending because I swear I don't teach her that, maybe she is just more observant than I realize.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>~Zaylie is obsessed with the Jungle Book. I brought a bunch of my parents old vhs tapes home and put in Jungle book one day and now we watch it every day, and if she isn't watching it its usually on in the back ground. She knows so many lines in that movie, and will say them at the same time the character does on the movie. Some of her other favorites are Madagascar, 101 Dalmations, and Peter Pan. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>~Zaylie is in the 75th percentile for height and 25th percentile for weight. She's a stick but has such a huge belly she looks like one of those ethiopian kids. So clothes are a bummer, they are either to short, or to big around.<br /><br />Zaylie got new stick on earrings and glasses and she had to see what they looked like.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnDAtMw-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/7gRxAwASTa0/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308660993445643234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnDAtMw-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/7gRxAwASTa0/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnCp0LJgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/UN1sIfRW_vo/s1600-h/DSCN0891.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308660987300881922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SawnCp0LJgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/UN1sIfRW_vo/s320/DSCN0891.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-8229893805371138002009-02-19T17:15:00.000-07:002009-02-19T18:19:50.980-07:00HELP!!!Okay people, I need some helps and preferrably in the next few hours, I need to decide between two families of lights for my house. Please be honest and let me know which ones you like the most, Arch and I are going tonight or tomorrow night to pick them up, so if you have 13 seconds, put in a quick vote.<br /><br /><br />This is the progress series, they have seeded glass, and are much bigger than they appear in the picture. If you want a closer look check out this quick video, <a href="http://studio5.ksl.com/?nid=59&sid=5617349">http://studio5.ksl.com/?nid=59&sid=5617349</a> and click at about 1:55. I feel that these lights look more Pottery Barn ish while the other ones look more rustic.<br /><br />This would be the entry<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33a60j_wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dXALy9Nju-0/s1600-h/progress2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304667977950691074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33a60j_wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/dXALy9Nju-0/s320/progress2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This would be the kitchen table light<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33a43HnYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FG-rMU8Trzc/s1600-h/progress1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304667977424543106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33a43HnYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FG-rMU8Trzc/s320/progress1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the Lowes lighting series<br /><br />Kitchen table<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33anl921I/AAAAAAAAA4E/kjJaoCtXoUU/s1600-h/736916254625md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304667972789197650" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33anl921I/AAAAAAAAA4E/kjJaoCtXoUU/s320/736916254625md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This would be the entry<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33apL0gUI/AAAAAAAAA38/IP9vwHnDv7U/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304667973216403778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZ33apL0gUI/AAAAAAAAA38/IP9vwHnDv7U/s320/Picture+218.jpg" border="0" /></a>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-25215932321527743402009-02-13T14:35:00.000-07:002009-02-13T15:45:20.085-07:00We are sort of still aliveWell everyone, I actually have a very rare but very needed moment of spare time while Zaylie is napping and I thought I would blog about the comings along of our new house. However as our camera chargers are stuffed away in our storage unit the only pictures of our house are on Arch's phone, but don't you worry I'm taking a camera over this after noon because.... we are getting our cabinets installed today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY! Okay I know way too many exclamation points, but seriously folks this is a big deal. Things have been going so slow on the house that it seems like we are never going to move in, but now that the cabinets are going in we only have the plumbing and light fixtures left, and then we can move in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again sorry about the exclamations. Its just been a long time coming and Arch has worked so hard, he comes home from work around 6:30 or 7:00 and then changes and heads straight to the house and comes home around 12:00 sometimes 1:30, and then saturdays too. He is SOOO ready to be done with this house, but its looking awesome. Pictures to come soon!<br /><br />Here are some random pics that I have from the past few months from other peoples cameras or blogs because again, we haven't had ours for six months.<br /><br />Me and Averi at Christmas time, we had a superfun girls night with Joeli and Dawn, and now she has moved away from me all the way to AZ....miss you Aves, get a nice tan for me.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2H5Ez0DI/AAAAAAAAA30/7BLYyNZ4gUY/s1600-h/me+and+averi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414751739138098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2H5Ez0DI/AAAAAAAAA30/7BLYyNZ4gUY/s320/me+and+averi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Arch's sister Jenna got married in January so we went to her wedding in Denver and had a great time here are some pics from the event.<br /><br />Zaylie and Sassy<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HpqoBLI/AAAAAAAAA3s/3zQn4ffHQtI/s1600-h/zay+and+cass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414747602781362" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HpqoBLI/AAAAAAAAA3s/3zQn4ffHQtI/s320/zay+and+cass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Why won't kids ever look at the camera?<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HrwFfCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZM-SeqWrSaM/s1600-h/zay.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414748162554914" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HrwFfCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZM-SeqWrSaM/s320/zay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me and my BFF<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HkrkjQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cHDpwoP46iQ/s1600-h/me+and+cass3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414746264571138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX2HkrkjQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/cHDpwoP46iQ/s320/me+and+cass3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Oh Yeah I had a bit of a mid 20's crisis and looking exactly the same as I have since I was 16 so I went blonde. I'm not totally sure how I feel about it yet, I like the change, but I'm not sure if I like it enough to keep it up. The other day some Mexican guy was walking by me and started saying something to me in spanish. I just smiled and walked on (that happens to me a lot, people think I'm Mexican and just start talking to me in spanish...no joke) Anyway I called Arch and asked him what he said to me, and Arch started laughing and said, "He told you to stop dying your hair" Nice huh. <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15bjPn2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/J0x2aO5bpEc/s1600-h/me+and+cass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414503295557474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15bjPn2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/J0x2aO5bpEc/s320/me+and+cass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15HXBJGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/oOt6g5wQWWY/s1600-h/jennand+nate+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414497875567714" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15HXBJGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/oOt6g5wQWWY/s320/jennand+nate+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />At the Denver temple<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15BzaQvI/AAAAAAAAA3E/z7FuU-qXS0Y/s1600-h/jenna+and+nate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414496384041714" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15BzaQvI/AAAAAAAAA3E/z7FuU-qXS0Y/s320/jenna+and+nate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Arch and Bren<br /><br /><div> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15OYhDbI/AAAAAAAAA28/SoA2B64mOAU/s1600-h/brenandarch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414499760901554" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15OYhDbI/AAAAAAAAA28/SoA2B64mOAU/s320/brenandarch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Zaylie and Brennen Beat Boxing, this is the funniest thing to watch, Zaylie busts out dance moves and puts her hands up to her mouth while Brennen makes the noises. Dang cute.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15LicKWI/AAAAAAAAA20/dh1-YPQDEmM/s1600-h/bren+and+zay.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302414498997217634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SZX15LicKWI/AAAAAAAAA20/dh1-YPQDEmM/s320/bren+and+zay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-26971798894964215022008-11-20T00:08:00.000-07:002008-11-20T01:01:51.064-07:00Early SummerThe following is going to be an enormous post of all our doings this summer, I'm going to do it in seperate postings so that its easier on me, so keep scrolling down and see what we've been up to.<br /><br /><br />Zaylie's Favorite things this past summer:<br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>She LOVES the pool~ </strong>these were taken back in June, its now November and she still points outside and says "pool all gone" in the saddest little voice. Sometimes in the middle of the night she'll wake up and the first thing she will say is "pool all gone" Maybe Idaho isn't the place for us...we only get the pool 2-3 months out of the year here :)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSenhl0ySI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oCBuGTXbMp8/s1600-h/114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511865799428386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSenhl0ySI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oCBuGTXbMp8/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSenF0QJCI/AAAAAAAAAus/gZqPcFnwB_E/s1600-h/112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511858343748642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSenF0QJCI/AAAAAAAAAus/gZqPcFnwB_E/s320/112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSemlikYEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/1kwCOtVGBYQ/s1600-h/109.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511849679642690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSemlikYEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/1kwCOtVGBYQ/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSeme3-N0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/lcTugqMwgpE/s1600-h/107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511847890368322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSeme3-N0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/lcTugqMwgpE/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSemDGg0aI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ah_3amJN77E/s1600-h/107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270511840435163554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSemDGg0aI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ah_3amJN77E/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlNoltgtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4v338tlgL44/s1600-h/121.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270519117582795474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlNoltgtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4v338tlgL44/s320/121.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Yes this is Zaylie peeing :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlMxwyEbI/AAAAAAAAAvE/OR8FI7YBfvg/s1600-h/116.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270519102865281458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlMxwyEbI/AAAAAAAAAvE/OR8FI7YBfvg/s320/116.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wanting to be just like daddy!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlMlmXWVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nOUQ8gC9Z2s/s1600-h/115.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270519099600361810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlMlmXWVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nOUQ8gC9Z2s/s320/115.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpceoMfKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_wP37k08xAU/s1600-h/150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523770653408418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpceoMfKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_wP37k08xAU/s320/150.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpbDCwSiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zrGwVrSQEk8/s1600-h/124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523746068744738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpbDCwSiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zrGwVrSQEk8/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>The Slide:</strong></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpbq0G6YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/QHjGlKnQQdE/s1600-h/146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523756744731010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpbq0G6YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/QHjGlKnQQdE/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlNxtXgqI/AAAAAAAAAvU/debrVqTdvck/s1600-h/129.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270519120030827170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSlNxtXgqI/AAAAAAAAAvU/debrVqTdvck/s320/129.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />And of course <strong>the DIRT:</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpd08CYAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EnAj7ZtkOIA/s1600-h/155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523793822081026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpd08CYAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EnAj7ZtkOIA/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpc6kE47I/AAAAAAAAAv0/U8MPgbh4zSY/s1600-h/154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523778152326066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSSpc6kE47I/AAAAAAAAAv0/U8MPgbh4zSY/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-25503670061758906342008-11-20T00:06:00.000-07:002008-11-20T01:01:06.519-07:00Sam and Ambers WeddingSam and Amber coming out of the temple!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC7Qf8hUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/s78Y7iixr2k/s1600-h/165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622155971528002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC7Qf8hUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/s78Y7iixr2k/s320/165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_59tHs2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/qovOXlDFAMw/s1600-h/223.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618835211760482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_59tHs2I/AAAAAAAAAzM/qovOXlDFAMw/s320/223.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>One of my favorite things to do is take pictures of me and whoever I'm with while I'm holding the camera... I just think they always turn out fun. So I started out taking the pictures...and got fired from that job as you can see why. Apparantly I'm vertically challenged and height is required when taking pictures with taller peeps.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_4-jhIAI/AAAAAAAAAy0/j9-hDduItwM/s1600-h/215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618818260049922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_4-jhIAI/AAAAAAAAAy0/j9-hDduItwM/s320/215.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5GZWd9I/AAAAAAAAAy8/E-p2kXX2l7A/s1600-h/216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618820364892114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5GZWd9I/AAAAAAAAAy8/E-p2kXX2l7A/s320/216.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now Arch took over the camera...the faces didn't really improve but at least you can see his forhead :)</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5y3g86I/AAAAAAAAAzU/8XlnVfMFWiE/s1600-h/227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618832302568354" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5y3g86I/AAAAAAAAAzU/8XlnVfMFWiE/s320/227.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Blue Steel (zoolander)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC7iKBnPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/tmkQuI9qOJE/s1600-h/228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622160711425266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC7iKBnPI/AAAAAAAAAzk/tmkQuI9qOJE/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5kt7GiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F-pk5ap3k9E/s1600-h/217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618828504242722" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST_5kt7GiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/F-pk5ap3k9E/s320/217.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>When Sam came home from his mission he brought Zaylie back this little Indian outfit, and we were able to squeeze her in it for their Indian themed wedding. She looked like a little genie, she was dang cute.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-cO5Q-dI/AAAAAAAAAys/DhQkOCJhU88/s1600-h/206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270617224918399442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-cO5Q-dI/AAAAAAAAAys/DhQkOCJhU88/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Zaylie and Sa-ma (thats how she says grandma)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-bo8OWRI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CCXHYxXmVQ8/s1600-h/200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270617214730262802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-bo8OWRI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CCXHYxXmVQ8/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-a310WJI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2B43odq2wuU/s1600-h/188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270617201550055570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-a310WJI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2B43odq2wuU/s320/188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For some reason all night she would put her hands behind her back like this.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-amq9byI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-MZoK8zLSH8/s1600-h/190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270617196941111074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-amq9byI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-MZoK8zLSH8/s320/190.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Zaylie would always try to sneak the candy boxes on the tables, again with her hand behind her back<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-bUiaNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Bf_vEQIRRDg/s1600-h/195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270617209253279394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SST-bUiaNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Bf_vEQIRRDg/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These pictures were taken a couple months later in Denver at Sam's wedding open house.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC8oPeqlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bloAR3mAoJ0/s1600-h/280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622179524782674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC8oPeqlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bloAR3mAoJ0/s320/280.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC8FzzTmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/F4CxRgQOe5s/s1600-h/279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622170281889378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC8FzzTmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/F4CxRgQOe5s/s320/279.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br />I don't know about any of you out there with children, but I have about 6 pictures total of me and Zaylie together even including the pictures of her birth, so when I saw I had this picture I was so happy I just had to post it. </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC75sT1zI/AAAAAAAAAzs/TgII5Wun1kI/s1600-h/276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270622167029241650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUC75sT1zI/AAAAAAAAAzs/TgII5Wun1kI/s320/276.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-49519942062075080772008-11-20T00:04:00.000-07:002008-11-20T01:00:24.783-07:00My Roomies!!Colonial 207 Reunion!!! Well only three of us were able to make it, Lindsay was in Utah visiting her family so Katie and I drove down to Provo to see her. We stayed in a hotel, stayed up till 3 am laughing, talking about old boyfriends, looking up old boyfriends on facebook and blogs, retold old roommate stories, it was the best. We went out to eat, shopping, went and saw Mama Mia, which was hilarious...the part in the beginning when the older women see eachother for the first time in however many years, they go all crazy and have these secret handshake type deals... we all looked at eachother and said, "oh my gosh are we going to be like that in 20 years...probably" Seriously it felt like it had only been 6 days since we had been living together instead of 6 years! It was so good to see them again, so lets keep the tradition going girls, and next time lets get the rest of the bunch to come too! YAY!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTza-nrNLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/4E62U8fZIBQ/s1600-h/233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270605108741878962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTza-nrNLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/4E62U8fZIBQ/s320/233.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTzakfEBsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uJLB_2opByo/s1600-h/234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270605101726435010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTzakfEBsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uJLB_2opByo/s320/234.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-17945622128172599152008-11-20T00:02:00.000-07:002008-11-20T01:11:00.013-07:00The vato stash<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8a7vgsI/AAAAAAAAA08/_t2l9DDH7Fc/s1600-h/253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270632071556989634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8a7vgsI/AAAAAAAAA08/_t2l9DDH7Fc/s320/253.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br />Let me just tell you about this magnificent vacation my grandparents took us on. My grandparents were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and wanted to take everyone (their children and the grandchildren) on a vacation. Don't be too alarmed there is only 20 of us, including all the wives and husbands of my cousins, we're a small group. They decided to take us to this place near Rocky Point Mexico, they were paying for the villa and the food, we just had to pay our way down there. Umm heck yes we are going, free trip to mexico I'm there. Arch's parents had been asking us for months to take Zaylie for a week while we go on a vacation, and this seemed like the perfect time to cash in that request. We set off to Wyoming to meet them half way between idaho falls and loveland CO, made the switch and were off to SLC where we met up with my grandparents and the rest of the clan and drove to Pheonix where all of us girls went to Barnes and Noble to pick up the newly released book "Breaking Dawn" or as Arch calls it "Breaking Wind." It was a highlight of the trip thats why I mention it.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">The Next morning we headed to Rocky Point. The place we stayed was about 20 minutes away from the main town Puerto Penasco, so its super secluded and they are these private villas where our back porch was literally on the beach. The only down side to these villas was they were solar powered so no A/C. So it was freakin hot. But who cares I'm living on the beach for 5 days! We had a blast playing in the ocean, which if anyone knows me I am petrified of the ocean and I actually got in and body surfed the waves. Awesome. We played cards, ate melted snacks, drank warm pop, caught fish, bones, crabs...the kind that live in the water...when the tide would go out at night, took walks along the beach, Arch did some bartering in spanish with his vato stash and got Zaylie a dang cute dress for a screamin deal. It was like the best vacation ever, our cell phones didn't work there so it was completely stress free, plus no child. Angels singing.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">After 5 blissful days on the beach we drove to Las Vegas. We watched my grandpa and aunt Katy loose all their money, we are huge card players in my family, black jack, every kind of poker, hearts, cribbage, 31 everything, so it was really hard for me to not join in with them, but I held strong and only gambled my two dollars away at the penny slots. Good times. I couldn't have asked for a better vacation and a huge shout out to my inlaws who made this vacation that much better. Okay I know I'm sounding like a bad mom who doesn't really love her child, but seriously it was awesome, and I love my child to pieces, but who wants to run around after an 18 month old in 115 degree weather, trying to get her to eat, sleep, and keep her happy...not me! </div><br /><div align="center">This was our back porch<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8v9NimI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PLyO3YIvoF0/s1600-h/254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270632077200296546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8v9NimI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PLyO3YIvoF0/s320/254.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Arch and I trying to be romantic taking a walk on the beach at sunset<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQFfjLFZI/AAAAAAAAA10/5ZGMyr82F5c/s1600-h/263.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636625461450130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQFfjLFZI/AAAAAAAAA10/5ZGMyr82F5c/s320/263.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYAjDJpI/AAAAAAAAA18/HmWzXMcZfhM/s1600-h/264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639142580201106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYAjDJpI/AAAAAAAAA18/HmWzXMcZfhM/s320/264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQE9i3hAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/P-QU9FHDEVY/s1600-h/262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636616333362178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQE9i3hAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/P-QU9FHDEVY/s320/262.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636611413871954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQErN-DVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/y3csVtEMOa8/s320/261.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQEKz6rhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aHJ_bR1H2NU/s1600-h/259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636602714664466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUQEKz6rhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/aHJ_bR1H2NU/s320/259.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8xxJ6vI/AAAAAAAAA1M/JtddrvUL3V4/s1600-h/258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270632077686598386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL8xxJ6vI/AAAAAAAAA1M/JtddrvUL3V4/s320/258.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL6ReGSJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sK3A5c-QmX0/s1600-h/251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270632034656995474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUL6ReGSJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sK3A5c-QmX0/s320/251.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHof7OuFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LGguk_-pUIU/s1600-h/247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270627331253123154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHof7OuFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LGguk_-pUIU/s320/247.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My cousin Paul </p><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHoP9E25I/AAAAAAAAA0c/slRK11Jxxms/s1600-h/245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270627326965898130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHoP9E25I/AAAAAAAAA0c/slRK11Jxxms/s320/245.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHnk2siPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fz4SwLvJ0W0/s1600-h/243.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270627315396413682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHnk2siPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/fz4SwLvJ0W0/s320/243.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">Reading Breaking Dawn, there were five of us reading it that week. The guys were getting pretty tired of it because we all wanted to read when they wanted to play in the ocean.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYqFyxTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/tGeYlLNnc3Q/s1600-h/238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639153731781938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYqFyxTI/AAAAAAAAA2M/tGeYlLNnc3Q/s320/238.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Arch got fried, but the next day he was pretty much mexican.</div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639160151449906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSZCAXITI/AAAAAAAAA2U/cP9RsKgaIOQ/s320/237.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><p align="center">Nice huh?</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYRa0ztI/AAAAAAAAA2E/AvNPjrmSZEc/s1600-h/265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639147109109458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUSYRa0ztI/AAAAAAAAA2E/AvNPjrmSZEc/s320/265.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><br /><div align="center">We introduced the fam to Bonanza, it was a huge hit.<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHnAo2k5I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Lb0rUOk3V0g/s1600-h/240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270627305674675090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSUHnAo2k5I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Lb0rUOk3V0g/s320/240.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046754985617200608.post-58330260566406577212008-11-20T00:00:00.000-07:002008-11-20T01:10:11.707-07:00Family PicturesThese were taken in October and for any of you who remember our family pictures from last year, yes we are in the same colors...my mom's orders. Anyway Zaylie was taking "you want me to do what now?" pills so needless to say it was quite the adventure. Here are a few of the pictures we ended up with. Oh and by the way after two hours of taking pictures my mom wasn't satisfied with ANY of them, so thats right folks three weeks later we were back at it, those pictures I haven't gotten yet, so if there are any worthy pictures ill post them later.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div>Oh and here are some pictures of Zaylie for those of you who are ready to disown me as friends for not posting picture of my child. :)<br /><br /><br /><div></div>Things started out okay...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH03RbVqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NMHFpeIdsWg/s1600-h/308.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557174934492834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH03RbVqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NMHFpeIdsWg/s320/308.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Then a melt down...<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKO0vAE0I/AAAAAAAAAxU/zmWByoUtg3g/s1600-h/323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559819953083202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKO0vAE0I/AAAAAAAAAxU/zmWByoUtg3g/s320/323.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We bribed her with candy...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH2Ke8NoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/YIBLhOWUQgE/s1600-h/321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557197271316098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH2Ke8NoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/YIBLhOWUQgE/s320/321.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>and things were fine...she's eating in our pictures, but fine...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKPFgkdAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ylJanYGKSWU/s1600-h/327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559824455955458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKPFgkdAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ylJanYGKSWU/s320/327.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />however I only had one candy bar in my purse...<br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH1U2VOZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4YHyZdy1PHg/s1600-h/320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557182873909650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH1U2VOZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4YHyZdy1PHg/s320/320.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finally she peaced out.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKPVc1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/Fc3cCj1nAx0/s1600-h/330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559828735256434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKPVc1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/Fc3cCj1nAx0/s320/330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Arch and his bros</div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKQvShuWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/G4Nop_LE5Bg/s1600-h/362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559852851214690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKQvShuWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/G4Nop_LE5Bg/s320/362.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Me and Cass<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKP1rZkvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7cCXhzbLPHg/s1600-h/360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559837386281714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTKP1rZkvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7cCXhzbLPHg/s320/360.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>And the Zaydster</div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTELyvJ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pTjHPpFo0FU/s1600-h/355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553170807482770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTELyvJ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pTjHPpFo0FU/s320/355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTELFnBHnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G3mW15rFLK4/s1600-h/342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553158693756530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTELFnBHnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G3mW15rFLK4/s320/342.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTEKuGOWlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B7vixNPwSZ0/s1600-h/334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553152382196306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTEKuGOWlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/B7vixNPwSZ0/s320/334.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the best we could do she's not smiling but it was a long day and she was a trooper.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTEJptUIiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/e_AwQftZSdY/s1600-h/365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553134024106530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTEJptUIiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/e_AwQftZSdY/s320/365.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTHzyIMFHI/AAAAAAAAAws/ip47oQLhvZc/s1600-h/298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557156373697650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTHzyIMFHI/AAAAAAAAAws/ip47oQLhvZc/s320/298.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH0urwaAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AuXDOddriD4/s1600-h/306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557172629006338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M5xZGgt7tlE/SSTH0urwaAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AuXDOddriD4/s320/306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shantay*http://www.blogger.com/profile/00048571317258156646noreply@blogger.com6