tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21236912301082163352024-03-13T19:34:30.556-07:00The ArgylesKelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-70677905103318801752010-11-17T09:05:00.001-08:002010-11-17T09:14:19.657-08:00Boys are made of bonks and bruises... right??Jenson has been bonking his head A LOT lately. He fell out of his crib, no wait, dove out of his crib earlier this week (needless to say the mattress is almost to the ground now, he has a real cage).<br />THEN the next day since he couldn't dive out of the crib anymore, he got so excited when I walked in his room he started jumping and knocked his eyebrow bone and has a little bruise there.<br />THEN yesterday he fell and hit his head once on the tile trying to climb on a stool, and once on the wall.<br />Oh and last week he fell off the couch banging his head on the coffee table... and those are only the big ones I can remember. Maybe he is just clumsy, and maybe I need padded walls? I'm seriously considering making him wear a helmet 24/7. Is it lame that I'm so worried about all the brain cells he could be killing??<br />I guess the reason why I'm posting this is so some other moms out there can tell me, "it's okay, you aren't an awful mother." so humor me, would ya????<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TOQNH71LfeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g94oxOxRgiI/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TOQNH71LfeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g94oxOxRgiI/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540567871543541218" border="0" /></a>Bless his heart, and his <span style="font-size:180%;">huge </span>(95th percentile) head.<br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-69049447666930139972010-11-09T20:22:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:10:15.220-08:00TAG!I was tagged by my BFF <a href="http://kaylaandmattcollins.blogspot.com">Kayla</a>, check out her cute blog! Here are some fun questions about me. :)<br /><p align="center"><strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><em>1. What is your ALL time favorite song and why? None of this "well I like everything". If you had to pick one, which would it be?</em></strong><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><br /></p><p align="center">This is so hard! All time? Do you know how many songs make me cry?? I love country music, Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood, Kenny Chesney, Taylor Swift. But on a <span style="font-style: italic;">spiritchal</span> note, my favorite Hymn is "How Great Thou Art."</p><p align="center">Getting choked up just thinking about it, moving on, QUICK!<br /></p><p align="center"><strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><em>2. What was the most memorable part of your wedding day and or first date if you aren't married yet. ;)</em></strong><br /></p><p align="center">First date: that Jake tricked me into it and pretended like it was with a bunch of people, and it was SO a date. Can you say, smooth operator?<br /></p><p align="center">My favorite memory of our wedding day was being in the temple with Jake and sobbing, I was so overwhelmed with emotion thinking I finally made it and I was in the right place, at the right time, being sealed to the right man for all eternity! I remember thinking, "my life starts now!" Then 2 years later it started all over when Jenson got here. :)</p><p align="center">I also remember it was so hot, that my cousin <a href="http://maddieinthemiddle.blogspot.com">Maddie</a> fainted taking pictures on temple grounds. I feel bad so many people suffered on our behalf. I love you all for enduring that day with us!<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><em><strong>3. What do you want to be when you grow up?</strong></em></p><p align="center">This is easy, a mom and a teacher. AND I AM! I never thought I would see the day I would actually start making my dreams come true! I love my baby boy more than life itself (and that's saying a lot because I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> life), and I love my preschool class and think both jobs are very rewarding and FUN!<br /></p><p align="center">oh, but I know I'm not done growing up yet, so when I do grow up, I want to do something big. Like, be able to really truly help somebody (<span style="font-style: italic;">or somebodies</span>) in need kind of big. Someday... for now I'm more focused on my little family. And I think that is okay for now.</p><p align="center">AND someday I hope I can be a fitness guru. I'd love to have a rock hard butt and abs. sorry, tmi? Hopefully that motivation comes soon.<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><strong><em>4. Why do you blog?</em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><em></em></span></strong>I started blogging because my mom lived so far away from me and she wasn't hip with the Facebook scene yet, and I wanted to share pictures. :) Now she is "hipper" and lives closer, but I still enjoy it as a public way of sharing family history, and I think journaling is important, and the more ways you can do it, the better.</p><p align="center"> OH, and a blog can't get deleted like a 12 page journal you typed on a Word document on a computer that crashed. I don't want to talk about it.... (but it did have a happy ending and was recovered, just a painful story lol)<br /></p><p align="center"><strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">5. What is your favorite attribute about yourself and why?</strong><br /></p><p align="center"> I like that I am ambitious and am pretty motivated. I like that I have always been able to know who I am and where I want to go, and have made choices to get me there. I'm just glad this didn't say <span style="font-style: italic;">least</span> favorite attribute, that list could get overwhelming, let's just focus on the positive! But for the most part, I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> like myself.</p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"><strong><em>6. What's on your Christmas list this year?</em></strong></p><p align="center">We are kind of lame, but Jake and I never do Christmas for each other, my birthday is October, his is November, so we have never seen the point of wasting the money. And honestly, I REALLY don't see the point. Christmas is expensive enough as it is! BUT, if I had to have a list I would want... to redecorate my room I guess? And I always like anything pretty and girly.<br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><strong><em>7. What is your "signature drink"?</em></strong> <em><strong>It could be homemade, your daily Starbucks drink, or what you always order when you go out. If it is homemade, will you include the recipe? :)</strong></em></p><p align="center">I love juices and smoothies, anything fruity. Add a lil whip cream, even better. I guess I just like sugar? Lately my favorite is caramel apple cider, which is to die for at Starbucks, but my recipe is not too shabby:<br /></p><p align="center">for every 3 cups of cider (the bottled, 100% juice stuff) </p><p align="center">add: 2 T of caramel sauce</p><p align="center">1 t of vanilla</p><p align="center">a <span style="font-style: italic;">couple</span> pinches of cinnamon/a cinnamon stick</p><p align="center">heat over the stove, mix with a whisk, and YUM!<br /></p><p align="center">(needless to say I <span style="font-size:78%;">sometimes</span> add whip cream and drizzle caramel just to make it look pretty)<br /><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></strong></em></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><em><strong>I tag: Mandie Tuttle</strong></em></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><em><strong>Abbie Taylor</strong></em></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><em><strong>Calee Argyle<br /></strong></em></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="center"><em><strong>Amera Jarvis</strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;">Stacey Kramer</span><br /></span></strong></em></p>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-60815194525535708002010-10-31T19:19:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:57:17.825-07:00Happy Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4n9WZv1MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q7FHpqSUrsQ/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4n9WZv1MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q7FHpqSUrsQ/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404927023994050" border="0" /></a>Jenson was a puppy this year because he loves them! He always sticks his tongue out and pants like a puppy, except for when we want him to (of course)!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4p260S_SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZhavP6o3FF0/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4p260S_SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZhavP6o3FF0/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407015563197730" border="0" /></a>We have had a fun weekend! We started Thursday with a preschool Halloween party, followed by a quick round of trunk-or-treat Friday night. Saturday was spent with all the cousins getting pizza then doing the rounds on Spanish Fork Main Street, which was SO crowded, but still fun! Then we made sure the great grandparents got to see our little puppy. Sunday we had soup with the fam. Whew, what a busy weekend!<br />Sometimes he's a nice puppy, and sometimes he's a naughty puppy that likes to throw fits, play in the dirt and scowl and say, "NO!" BUT, he's still a cute puppy, nonetheless. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4q3BylOjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D5LNOjU5Do0/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TM4q3BylOjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D5LNOjU5Do0/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408116946680370" border="0" /></a>This is the best pic I could get with all the cousins, believe it or not! 1 second later and Braxton would have been out of the frame. :)Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-27478070498063643982010-10-06T10:17:00.000-07:002010-10-06T10:37:18.704-07:00My Baby EinsteinJenson will not watch t.v. or sit and watch a movie (which I actually love) UNLESS it's Baby Einstein's Baby's First Signs. In fact, I'm kind of sick of it and need to go get some more Baby Einstein videos, we have watched it everyday this week! He has gotten so good at using sign language, I love seeing him get smarter and smarter every day!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">So on top of talking all the time he now signs Baby, More, Please, Mommy, Daddy, and All Done! I can't get a picture of him doing it, I've tried, I did however get a picture of another one of his latest's, "CHEESE!"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TKywJQoWYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hZbNud0Ka-E/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TKywJQoWYPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hZbNud0Ka-E/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524984516006273266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(don't mind our messy loft room)<br /><br /></span></div>What he LOVES at almost 15 months old:<br />-Walking everywhere, he is so proud of himself and gets so excited<br />-Both of his grandmas. He will go to either one of them from me in a heartbeat, and I can't get him back. :)<br />-When his daddy gets home!<br />-His ba-bas.<br />-PUPPIES! or as he calls them, "bay-dough" (bad dog) and his stuffed animal puppy. He always acts like a puppy too, so naturally that is what he is going to be for Halloween. Plus I thought it was a good excuse for him to wear a leash while trick-or-treating??<br />-Cuddling with mom and dad in our bed in the mornings.<br />-Going to preschool with mom and grandma (he thinks he is <span style="font-weight: bold;">so</span> big).<br />-"Pretties." He loves putting necklaces around his neck<br />-Dirt. (to make up for the pretties, don't worry dad lol) He wants to play with dirt whenever he gets close.<br />-Ring Around the Rosy, his favorite game that we play over and over. He likes falling down and saying, "WHOA."<br />-Working with grandpa at his computer.<br />-Making funny faces and then pretending to laugh, he's a crack up.<br />-Bugging his cousins, which is also funny to watch. He loves getting reactions out of people, so if it makes somebody mad when he touches them, he'll do it over and over and just watch them get mad.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE YOU SWEETIE PIE!<br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-37542394419563290612010-09-09T19:53:00.000-07:002010-09-11T10:36:35.650-07:00"Anything Like Me"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Anything Like Me" -Brad Paisley</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TImgqKVLacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QwLu6cq2Omc/s1600/_M4D0635.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TImgqKVLacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QwLu6cq2Omc/s320/_M4D0635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115864880015810" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Every time I hear this song on the radio, I cry like a baby. For those of you who don't know Jake very well he actually did break the neighbor's window when he was little! From what his family tells me he was a "handful" just like the song describes, and I can see his son is already on his way. BUT I am so very grateful for that, because if he does turn out like his daddy "aw he'll be alright."<br />Jake is the greatest dad, he is so involved with Jenson and I hate to admit it, but Jenson is turning out to be a daddy's boy lately. He cries when Jake leaves for work and can't wait to see him when he gets home. I just feel so blessed to have these crazy boys in my life! I love you guys!<br />(PS if I was tech-savvy I would download the song right here, but I'm not, so here are the lyrics. If you haven't heard it, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVcxiZrri1k&p=0C40996B1F5E14CF&playnext=1&index=37">HERE</a> to listen.)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I remember saying I don't care either way</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm okay</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> And said "You see <span style="font-weight: bold;">that thing right there</span> well you know what that means"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> And I started wondering who he was going to be</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> And I thought <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">heaven help us</span> if he's anything like me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike to fast</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> End up every summer <span style="font-style: italic;">wearing something in a cast</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass, in a window down the street</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback</span></span> if he's anything like me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> I can see him right now <span style="font-weight: bold;">knees all skinned up</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> With a magnifying glass <span style="font-weight: bold;">trying to melt a Tonka truck</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> That'll be his first love til his first love comes along</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> And heaven help him if he's anything like me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He'll probably stay out too late and <span style="font-weight: bold;">drive his car too fast</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">He's gonna get caught skipping class and be grounded for a week</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He's gonna love me and hate me along the way</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Years are gonna fly by<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I already dread the day</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> He's gonna act like he cant wait to leave</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> But as he drives out, he'll cry his eyes out</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> If he's anything like me</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> there's worse folks to be like</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me</span></span><br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-82373298383512322432010-08-13T07:35:00.000-07:002010-08-13T10:07:46.047-07:00My baby is no longer a baby.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVbbjb3lDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sgGnnaW8X30/s1600/_M4D0201.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVbbjb3lDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sgGnnaW8X30/s320/_M4D0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504906648457024562" border="0" /></a>Jenson turned ONE! It's actually been almost a month since the big day, but better late than never! I can't believe it was only one year ago that he changed our lives drastically. He has taught us what it means to love unconditionally through waking us up almost every night for a year, and I really didn't mind. He has taught us to laugh at the little things. He has made us better people. Because of him we try harder to be better so we can be the example he needs. I love Jenson for countless reasons, but here are just a few:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcIHCslgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xFvVYVGRdak/s1600/07-20-2010+131.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcIHCslgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xFvVYVGRdak/s320/07-20-2010+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504907413929367042" border="0" /></a><ul><li>I love how no matter who walks in the room he says, "HI DA!"</li><li>I love how when I say, "NO!" he throws himself on the ground and starts giggling and screaming before trying to crawl away. It's a game. We are in trouble.<br /></li><li>I love how he is so cuddly, when you pick him up he just lays his head on your shoulder.<br /></li><li>I love how he throws everything off of his high chair and looks at me and says, "uh-oh."</li><li>I love how he changes positions every time I go check on him during naps. He's a wild sleeper.<br /></li><li>I love how when I try to read him a story he tries to close it the whole time and says, "ALL da." (all done)</li><li>I love his cute little face, I could never get sick of looking at him and kissing him.<br /></li><li>I love when he hands you something and says "dit-dew." He tries to teach me my manners too.<br /></li><li>I love his babbling, he talks and talks, but you can't tell what he's saying. He even nods his head and talks with his hands. He is so fun to have a conversation with.<br /></li><li>I love how when I blow on his food that is hot, he also blows on it before taking a bite. Safety first!</li><li>I love how when I'm not with him, I miss him so bad, he is our best buddy!</li><li>I love watching him talk on the phone, he is so good at copying what we do.<br /></li><li>I love how it's like wrestling an alligator when changing his diaper. I feel like I'm in a rodeo every diaper change, trying to keep him entertained long enough to hurry and get a diaper back on. Sometimes I wish somebody was watching when I actually do have a successful diaper change so I could get some recognition. :)</li><li>I LOVE his laugh. He has been so giggly from the time he was really little, and it always puts a smile on our faces.</li><li>I love how he loves to open and close everything. He'll crawl in a room and turn around and close the door.</li><li>I love his 6 little teeth and how he brushes them. We brush our teeth together, and he puts the toothbrush in his mouth and moves it around and wiggles his head just like mom. It is so funny, I need to get it on tape.</li><li>I love how he says, "shhh!" he sticks the tip of his finger in his mouth and blows on it. Oh man, he's cute.</li><li>I love how whenever he picks up a stuffed animal/baby, he rocks it back and forth like a baby.<br /></li><li>I love how he dances to music in the car, he bobs his head.</li><li>I love how I can't take a shower by myself, because he always finds me and stands at the edge, trying to get his hands wet. Then he rubs the water all over his head like he is washing his hair.<br /></li><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcdYxsaQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gamMuEokrOY/s1600/07-20-2010+065.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TGVcdYxsaQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gamMuEokrOY/s320/07-20-2010+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504907779467143426" border="0" /></a></li></ul>I LOVE YOU JENS! I thank Heavenly Father for sending you to us every single day.<br /><br />There are a lot more cute pics of Jenson taken by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/sarahcarabine.blogspot.com">Sarah Carabine</a> on my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=244029&id=507758065&saved#%21/album.php?aid=259727&id=507758065">Facebook. </a>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-67621299487454380062010-08-04T21:55:00.000-07:002010-08-04T21:59:20.968-07:00Take a PEAK...at my <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sunshine Peaks Preschool's</span> new blog (no pun intended, okay maybe it was):<br /><a href="http://sunshinepeakspreschool.blogspot.com">sunshinepeakspreschool.blogspot.com</a><br />and become a follower! (I could use a few...)<br /><br />This business stuff sure is tricky, but I would appreciate any support I can get! Don't mind all the flaws, I'm in the process of making it more professional.<br /><br />Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated! Tell your friends! Thanks a million! xoxoxoKelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-86717995319258315232010-07-08T11:51:00.000-07:002010-07-08T12:04:39.398-07:00We Love America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYf_NIzYoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tH-H9eAPPQ/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYf_NIzYoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6tH-H9eAPPQ/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491611966343701122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And so we celebrated with good food, good family and good friends. Jenson loved watching fireworks, even though he was SO tired, he stayed awake in a daze watching them both on Saturday and Monday night. I love summertime and being outside in the warm weather, but most of all I love the good company (minus the mosquitoes)!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgq1s7VfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/myrJ9l17kt4/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgq1s7VfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/myrJ9l17kt4/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612715967010290" border="0" /></a>We went to the balloons with Jake's family the morning of the 3rd, then went swimming. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgIFFOftI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NbAXNgDia7g/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYgIFFOftI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NbAXNgDia7g/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612118800039634" border="0" /></a>We spent the night at the Freedom Festival in Provo with our good friends the Jarvis' and my family, seeing the firework display from outside of the Stadium of Fire. Monday we had more swimming and more fireworks with Jake's family. What a busy weekend, but so much fun! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYg4KPPVrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sq9K9JCwwb4/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TDYg4KPPVrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Sq9K9JCwwb4/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491612944817936050" border="0" /></a></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-8668270627242650392010-06-29T10:58:00.000-07:002010-06-29T11:07:45.101-07:00Just a Warning...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">If you were to stop by our house unannounced, it would look something like this:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1v_IENtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/myVmab9BROI/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1v_IENtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/myVmab9BROI/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258194419758802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1m8DwD0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eQPVJgIpBLA/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1m8DwD0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/eQPVJgIpBLA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258038977531714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1BL-_wbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/neluQuuIFEs/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1BL-_wbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/neluQuuIFEs/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257390417527218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1ch364hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4YeCCfcsg0Q/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo1ch364hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4YeCCfcsg0Q/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257860149895698" border="0" /></a>And then, around the corner, you would see this <span style="font-size:78%;">sweet </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">innocent</span></span> face welcoming you. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo16gLHr0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/EfBaPZC4MGY/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/TCo16gLHr0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/EfBaPZC4MGY/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258375089631042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">{But when he's happy, mama's happy}</span><br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-59855654587995495322010-05-10T10:04:00.001-07:002010-05-10T10:31:26.130-07:00Mom's Day!<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday was my <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">first Mother's Day</span> because of <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >him</span>:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_A4q6J0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/VkDvordTn2o/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_A4q6J0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/VkDvordTn2o/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469691031886374722" border="0" /></a> and considering that I have wanted to be a mom my <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >whole life</span>,<br />it was a pretty <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >monumental day</span>! :)<br />I woke up to the sound of the blender, and tried to go back to sleep, because breakfast in bed on mom/dad day is <span style="font-style: italic;">kind of a tradition</span> for us already, so I had a feeling I knew what was going on. Jake woke up Jenson to come and give me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">breakfast</span></span>, and he helped Jenson make me my first <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >home made card</span>! It was delicious, he also spoiled me with perfume and lotions from VS, so now I smell <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Very Sexy</span>. ;) It's okay, you can take a sniff.<br />Jake gave a talk in church, which made me <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >bawl</span>, because he said some very sweet things about me and his mama. <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He's pretty cute</span>, and he did a great job.<br />I told Jenson all I wanted for Mother's Day wad for him to say, <span style="font-size:180%;">"Mama,"</span> since I still haven't heard it, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING</span>... He said it <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">clear as day</span> while Jake was giving his talk!<br />Sweet, sweet boy! <span style="font-size:78%;">(That was probably the highlight of my day!)</span><br />We had a lovely dinner with all of Jake's family <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" >(whom I love very much) </span>at Grandma Linda's, I felt <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">spoiled</span> once again from all of them, and Jenson played on the swings. When we got home we chatted with my mom via web cam so she could see Jens clear up in SEA, on her first Mother's Day as a <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >grandma</span>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_wmETRkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KZLhktLCYI0/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S-g_wmETRkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KZLhktLCYI0/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469691851526325826" border="0" /></a>It was a great, beautiful day. I am <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> grateful that Heavenly Father has <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >trusted</span> me with one of his children to raise <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >in this scary world</span>. I just <span style="font-weight: bold;">pray</span> that I can do as good of a job of being a mom as my <span style="font-weight: bold;">grandma</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">mom</span> did. I'm so grateful for the <span style="font-style: italic;">examples</span>, and the <span style="font-style: italic;">help</span> that I have. Being a mom is the most <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >rewarding</span> thing I have ever done. I am so <span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">grateful</span> </span>that I get to be home with him and see him grow up, and see his <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >cute personality </span>show more everyday.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I LOVE YOU STINKY BOY!</span><br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-83249814278569352922010-04-22T09:17:00.001-07:002010-04-22T09:55:05.339-07:00HI!<div style="text-align: center;">Jenson has been talking our heads off ever since he figured out he could make noise! But now... he is saying WORDS! I am one proud mama (even though he has yet to say 'mama')! He said "hi" for the first time last week, and has been saying, "OH!" and when he pulls my hair I say, "OW!" and then he repeats me! He also has starting repeating Jake when he says, "uh-oh!"<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdqN4u1a6OadJMk4QAHcKybea1N5mtFd4l8ogWYSv3NPlPcjV7a5D0A4-Mvxbyeamk87bj_S1yi74YmMyXeQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />He is growing up so fast, but I love it, just keeps getting more and more fun!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LML :)<br /></div><br />JUST AS A SIDE NOTE: I'm starting an LML movement. It stands for "Love My Life!" Why, you ask? Because there is this acronym "FML" that stands for "{bad word} my life." OH I HATE THAT! It is totally over-used, and awful! I have never used the "F" word, let alone would I ever use it in reference to my precious life. EWW. I'm not trying to claim that I am always happy and optimistic, because I'm not, but I would much rather try to dwell on the positive. So there you have it. :)<br /><br />Love, KELCIKelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-45913381919533741112010-03-26T11:09:00.001-07:002010-03-26T12:43:54.035-07:00Bye Bye Baby Mullet!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NGcO9XdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P6vanOWbQdQ/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NGcO9XdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P6vanOWbQdQ/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453029128124849618" border="0" /></a>Jenson got his first haircut on March 20th. I was getting tired of the long hair on the sides and the out of control fuzz on the top. So I called Jake's cousin Kellee so she could take care of it for us.<br />Jenson<span style="font-size:130%;"> SCREAMED</span>! (is 'screamed' a word?) I kept telling him she wasn't trying to cut his <span style="font-style: italic;">ears</span> off, just his <span style="font-style: italic;">hair.</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60N-sFsJuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aDQrAPBSYBY/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60N-sFsJuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aDQrAPBSYBY/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030094453614306" border="0" /></a>He didn't really like how she had to hold his head, he has a personal bubble and it was being <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >popped</span><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NknlMY_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cR6vD69kSd0/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60NknlMY_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cR6vD69kSd0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453029646566974450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The crocodile tears.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least he got to take home this comb, it just makes it all better. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60OKCIvkuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5uNIbnZf3LI/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S60OKCIvkuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5uNIbnZf3LI/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030289350562530" border="0" /></a></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-67695367273383941542010-02-25T17:00:00.001-08:002010-02-25T17:25:49.160-08:00New Discovery!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cd_9aTDiI/AAAAAAAAASY/cN-yZUlpofQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cd_9aTDiI/AAAAAAAAASY/cN-yZUlpofQ/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442351659354361378" border="0" /></a>Last week when I picked Jenson up from Grandma Teresa's, he was doing this:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cdfC7zn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/FgDUZYJNqoE/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S4cdfC7zn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/FgDUZYJNqoE/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442351093901402002" border="0" /></a>And he has been practicing ever since! He makes me laugh all the time, he has the cutest personality. He is always so happy and fun, we are so lucky to have him!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1oOz-vu_JCuEUC9_vcwmrwUVtQWANueI0d3LLq3UvNqBQHtMr9XqsWuoe5ihcXCzXa5n0tK6OL6si2d92UQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-34696334796938093582010-02-19T11:13:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:21:08.571-08:00This kid cracks me up!So every month I have taken Jenson's picture on his birthday so I can make a book at the end of the year. On the 17th he turned 7 months old, and I was trying to hurry and get a pic before my camera's batteries died.... every time the camera flashed, his whole face would scrunch up and do this:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37ji_WBxBI/AAAAAAAAARg/GzkSSrnWJrI/s1600-h/091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37ji_WBxBI/AAAAAAAAARg/GzkSSrnWJrI/s200/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035590169019410" border="0" /></a>I was cracking up, and after 6 pics my camera died, and this is what I was left with. He wasn't mad or anything... his face just had this goofy reaction to the flash. I love him.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jrHDvLXI/AAAAAAAAARo/7IoXr52raSE/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jrHDvLXI/AAAAAAAAARo/7IoXr52raSE/s200/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035729678740850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kG1J8oBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z0qXhnsiKzc/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kG1J8oBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z0qXhnsiKzc/s200/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440036205909286930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kByDQqLI/AAAAAAAAASA/agNBhkqlYLw/s1600-h/087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37kByDQqLI/AAAAAAAAASA/agNBhkqlYLw/s200/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440036119176587442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37j31XWF1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GO6Z-rHSBlQ/s1600-h/085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37j31XWF1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/GO6Z-rHSBlQ/s200/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035948267444050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jxSru6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-b6vta-HLw/s1600-h/084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S37jxSru6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-b6vta-HLw/s200/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440035835878500898" border="0" /></a>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-60732024097532163962010-02-18T12:48:00.001-08:002010-02-18T13:17:40.158-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;">Wow have I been slacking! So much has happened that I haven't blogged about!<br />I didn't even post Jenson's first Halloween as mommy's little monster,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32n1Pkff-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/FmXv0rXkNV8/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32n1Pkff-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/FmXv0rXkNV8/s200/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688458087923682" border="0" /></a>His first Thanksgiving up in Bird's Eye with Jake's family,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32ou3BXWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Juzhx9D-iX0/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32ou3BXWhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Juzhx9D-iX0/s200/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439689447930550802" border="0" /></a>His first Christmas in Seattle with my family<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32oUnQbXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pBnJoJT4Soo/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32oUnQbXmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pBnJoJT4Soo/s200/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439688997022162530" border="0" /></a>Which included going to see the ocean for the first time,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32rDrd4NQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X8j9RAH-l8E/s1600-h/057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32rDrd4NQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X8j9RAH-l8E/s200/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439692004629427458" border="0" /></a>His first time swimming with his cousins (at the Legacy Pool which he loved),<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qELSaEXI/AAAAAAAAARA/lkgUF0GbuZc/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qELSaEXI/AAAAAAAAARA/lkgUF0GbuZc/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439690913659621746" border="0" /></a>And his first time sledding up in Bird's Eye!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qh4Tk4rI/AAAAAAAAARI/9-5p_B4KLDM/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32qh4Tk4rI/AAAAAAAAARI/9-5p_B4KLDM/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439691423960326834" border="0" /></a>How's that for a quick recap of our adventures!<br />So much has happened in the last few months! Jenson is so fun and sitting up like a big boy, rolling over, and talking our ears off (I mostly just hear all about da-da-da all day, no mama yet). Also, his first tooth just poked through a few days ago!<br />I finished school in December at UVU so I now have my AS in Early Childhood Education. Since then I have been able to be a full-time mom, which I am really enjoying, I feel really blessed. I thought I would get bored and not know what to do, but I have kept pretty busy. We are in the process of re-modeling our basement into a preschool, and it is really turning out cute! Once that is done I will get my business license to make it official. Preschool won't start until the 2010 school year in August, so I'm just going to be busy getting everything ready for that, and hopefully filling my classes.<br />My dad found a job down here in Utah and will probably start in March, which I am SO EXCITED about! It has been so hard being so far from my family, so this is really an answer to my prayers. I can't believe it is actually happening so soon!<br />Things are great here in the little Argyle fam, hope all is well with all of you!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32uSoFKX2I/AAAAAAAAARY/YpNl56tgQSg/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/S32uSoFKX2I/AAAAAAAAARY/YpNl56tgQSg/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439695559953375074" border="0" /></a></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-78760827654347791032009-09-29T18:17:00.000-07:002009-09-29T18:39:28.095-07:00My baby is a THUMB SUCKER!So just last night Jenson discovered his thumb! He went through a phase where he would fuss and only take his binky for a few days, but then he found this really neat thing that is attached to his hand! It is so funny, because he hasn't figured out the thumb-sucking fist yet, so his hand covers his face. Jake tried to teach him how to do it the "right way," but Jens likes to do things his way. :)<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyvv4pe8dZPpeaKD2p5K2YxATm_ttCaStK-5QEU-TQSiYHepHxQVTij_mGyt_55vdCzq3Er2dkkdhvWSfWHtQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-76735337618908013682009-09-29T18:13:00.000-07:002009-09-29T18:17:15.728-07:00Fri (4 days ago) with Jens!<div style="text-align: center;">I'm a little late, sorry grandmas! But don't worry I still took pictures!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKw_xldZUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/swjcyM6qSqo/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKw_xldZUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/swjcyM6qSqo/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387062713977234754" border="0" /></a>We laid around... and smiled and talked to mom!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxNo8UQKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K6EyOv6QCOg/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxNo8UQKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K6EyOv6QCOg/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387062952175354018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxd8t9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/N7zUroFIvr8/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SsKxd8t9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/N7zUroFIvr8/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387063232361751410" border="0" /></a></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-65619395779249251592009-09-19T16:33:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:43:07.560-07:00Friday with JensonYesterday Jenson had his 2 month check up, and he got his shots! He was so brave and only cried for a minute. Luckily dad was there to hold his hand because this mom wasn't getting anywhere near those shots! He is such a big boy:<br />Weight: 12 lbs 12 oz (90th percentile)<br />Height: 24.5 in (75th percentile)<br />Head: 16 in (66th percentile)<br />The Dr. said at this rate he'll be 6'5"! He must get it from his tall uncles!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsMSBd_jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z38vLokiUs8/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsMSBd_jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z38vLokiUs8/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383327887843524146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">This is when daddy was taking his temp. to make sure he wasn't running a fever after shots! </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsArnlIOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8HMoMQUYr40/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVsArnlIOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8HMoMQUYr40/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383327688555831522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />I love this picture! Jake gets Jenson out of bed in the mornings to cuddle! They both didn't appreciate the flash though!</span><br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-3243267691326841542009-09-19T16:26:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:33:30.366-07:00Jenson's Blessing<div style="text-align: center;">Jenson got blessed by his daddy 2 weeks ago, I'm a little slow on the post! But it was such a great day, Jake did a great job, you couldn't even tell he was "the most nervous he's ever been in his life." :) I am so proud of my boys, I love them so much! And I am so grateful for the family and friends who were able to attend, we took up every single big row in our little chapel! Thanks friends and family for all of your help that day, and for your support and love, we love you and I don't know what we would do without you!<br />In the circle of priesthood holders that blessed him, Jenson had 2 grandpas, 3 great grandpas, 3 uncles, 2 great uncles, 1 second cousin, and 2 best friend's dads! What a lucky little boy to have those role models in his life!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVpYyc4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mbav3IB50KI/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%283%29nu%3D3242%2937%3B%29438%29WSNRCG%3D327%3B48%28973326nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SrVpYyc4FoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mbav3IB50KI/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%283%29nu%3D3242%2937%3B%29438%29WSNRCG%3D327%3B48%28973326nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383324804171961986" border="0" /></a></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-17820812549357435642009-09-12T19:19:00.000-07:002009-09-12T19:27:17.912-07:00Fridays with Jens<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxYDM-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SFn9cW_OaRs/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxYDM-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SFn9cW_OaRs/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380772466848970514" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Playing with my toys is soo hard!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXz8tROZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ul8JTDxdHU8/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXz8tROZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ul8JTDxdHU8/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380772204781844882" border="0" /></a><br />These 2 are from last Friday since we missed it:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXjP3PvYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FWYdXy-Sn8/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXjP3PvYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3FWYdXy-Sn8/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380771917866188162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXbF1-hWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G3JGzKuZ_FM/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SqxXbF1-hWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/G3JGzKuZ_FM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380771777737557346" border="0" /></a>Being a big boy sitting in his Bumbo for the first time!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My baby boy is growing up so fast!<br /></div>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-80461707508233275622009-08-30T12:55:00.000-07:002009-08-30T13:05:10.059-07:00Jenson's first day at church!<div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375849022192690834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpraNAXtJpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N-6pjhTTZF8/s320/August+069.JPG" border="0" />After Dr.'s orders and me being a paranoid mommy about germs, Jens went to his first day of church today at 6 weeks old. I don't know how anybody gets ready for church with more than one kid, Jenson peed all over when I was trying to get him dressed, and then as we were walking out the door he pooped and we had to hurry and change him. SO needless to say, we were late. We are learning, hopefully we'll get it someday! He looked so handsome in his church outfit and was such a good boy, except for he was tooting in Sunday School when Jake was trying to give the lesson and our 15 year olds thought it was great. :) Next week Jens will be getting blessed and you are all invited, hopefully we can make it on time, if not, save us a seat!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375850108622749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SprbMPo0PzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rLQMsjunn4w/s320/August+070.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">My handsome boys all ready for church!</span></p>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-29142408670830077602009-08-28T14:41:00.001-07:002009-08-28T14:58:04.978-07:00What I love about my Jenson<p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphPr8aTkiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DcQbDZfeNSQ/s1600-h/DSCI0162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375133771636118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphPr8aTkiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DcQbDZfeNSQ/s320/DSCI0162.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><ul><li>I love his big kissable lips I want to kiss them all the time!</li><li>I love his chubby cheeks and fat rolls he is getting</li><li>I love his little scowl on his face that seems to be there more than it is not!</li><li>I love how his little tiny fingers tickle me when I'm feeding him</li><li>I love how when he is fussy he calms down when he hears my voice</li><li>I love how he cries sometimes when he is trying to poop, it's funny :)</li><li>I love his gummy grin!</li><li>I love how he kicks and kicks and his little legs when he gets excited and when he is mad</li><li>I love how he loves to cuddle, and sometimes when he cries the only thing he wants is to be held</li><li>I love how when I give him a pacifier he scowls and rolls his eyes but takes it anyways</li><li>I love the little noises and squeeks he makes when he is eating and sleeping</li></ul><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I love you Jens, SO MUCH!</span></p>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-15959927479401676012009-08-28T14:09:00.001-07:002009-08-28T14:41:20.982-07:00Friday w/ Jenson!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphIIvzTLII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kfTINvmDFWg/s1600-h/Hospital+171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375125470374472834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphIIvzTLII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kfTINvmDFWg/s200/Hospital+171.JPG" border="0" /></a>Today Jenson came with me to the doctors. He is such a good boy when I have to pack him around! I can't believe how big and fat he has gotten! It kind of makes me sad, but at the same time, I am so excited to see him grow! The first picture is when he came home from the hospital, and the big picture is him today, 6 weeks l<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphNWvqiS0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KbhrxvBgPhU/s1600-h/DSCI0163.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375131208414022466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SphNWvqiS0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/KbhrxvBgPhU/s320/DSCI0163.JPG" border="0" /></a>ater!Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-62145531757626366042009-08-23T12:00:00.000-07:002009-08-23T12:05:55.693-07:00Fri. W/ Jens!!<div align="center"> I know it's only my second friday with Jenson and I'm already slacking, but Friday nights are hard to blog, so they all might be a little late! This last Friday we were a little lazy, we stayed at home but I still got some pics! Over the course of the day I got peed on twice, and baby J pooped in the tub. Being a mom is sooo glamorous! Here are some pictures of more of Jenson's funny faces! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373236955736773362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpGSiuixEvI/AAAAAAAAANs/6ElGbicoIRI/s200/DSCI0153.JPG" border="0" />Not so sure about the tub, but he doesn't scream so it can't be too bad!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373237220244901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SpGSyH6azhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8_wrSZVXGqk/s200/DSCI0157.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">But.. he is pretty sure that he hates being cold after taking a bath!</p>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123691230108216335.post-55314093177766736742009-08-14T12:15:00.000-07:002009-08-14T15:12:54.560-07:00Fridays With Jenson!<div align="center"> Jenson was born on a Friday, and my mom wants me to make sure I post a picture every Friday so she can get a good weekly update. Also, we are going to make a scrapbook when he turns one of every week for the first year of his life, so we can see how much he changes! So, since it is the 4th Friday that Jenson has been here, I am going to play catch up: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369938607830178258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXatnFfmdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fNgV14a4biA/s200/Hospital+033.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Birthday: July 17th, 2009</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369941708148151906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXdiEq5lmI/AAAAAAAAANE/Lom9u7B887c/s200/Jenson+July+09+103.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Friday #1: July 24th</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369942333133538594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXeGc7BxSI/AAAAAAAAANM/wt-KHLCoN2E/s200/Jenson+(10).jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Friday #2: We got his pictures taken from Sarah Ward<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369944269955249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXf3MJTtXI/AAAAAAAAANc/_H2jz-uwClI/s200/jjj+022.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Friday #3: Just hanging out with mom</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369945235426993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLePDgFAFuQ/SoXgvYztZNI/AAAAAAAAANk/heCeEzs1D30/s200/jjj+053.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Friday #4: Right before he threw a fit because he misses his grandma!</span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">He is growing so fast, I can't believe he is already almost 1 month old! Even though he is growing up too fast already, we are getting more used to things and starting to figure out routines, and I am starting to feel like I know what I am doing! :) I can't wait for a million more Fridays, being a mom is the best! I love my little man!</span> <div align="center"><br /></div></span><p align="center"></p>Kelci and Jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04064963634442041215noreply@blogger.com5