tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641584177517405502024-02-20T22:31:15.850-07:00Dan and HollySince 2005Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-4602122203132304512012-02-03T18:51:00.000-07:002012-02-03T18:51:16.918-07:00Cute momentsI want to share some moments that happened this week:<br />
On Sunday, January 29th: <br />
I was gettting ready to give Rosalie a bath and I had her laying on the counter and was talking to her. She was in a really happy mood and was giving me giant smiles. I was talking baby talk in those high pitched voices, and I tickled her chubby little armpits. When I tickled her she gave a short little giggle. Her first laugh!! I repeated the tickling and talking and she gave another short throaty giggle! I opened the door and yelled out to Dan that she just laughed for the first time and he came in the room to see. I tried repeating the underarm tickle but that didn't work so I tickled her tummy. This time we didn't get the full giggle, but we got a little half laugh; still Super Cute!! Later, at church I was changing her diaper and I thought I would try again. I tickled her belly and she gave me 2 more little laughs!! I LOVE it!! She is the cutest baby, she sure does make me smile. <br />
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Also that night we were struggling to get Ella to eat her dinner, but she really wanted to help me make some cookies. So I resorted to some bargaining. This is how the dialogue went:<br />
Me- "Eat 2 more bites of your dinner and then you can help me make cookies."<br />
Ella, holding up 2 fingers- "2 more bites?" <br />
Me- "Yes, eat 2 more bites."<br />
Ella, who now lifted up one more finger for 3 fingers up- "3 more bites?"<br />
Me, laughing- "Sure, eat 3 more bites."<br />
Ella- "Okay, 3 more bites." And off she went back to her plate, and ate her 3 more bites of dinner!<br />
Haha, I don't think that kind of bargaining is going to last too long! But for now I will take it!<br />
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In other news, I weighed Rosalie on Wednesday, she is 16 lbs, 1 1/2 oz. Pretty hefty for a 3 month old. But you can't help but love her chub:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have some little paper flowers for a mobile for Rosalie's room that I haven't gotten finished yet. Well, Ella really likes these flowers; she carries them around the house and plays with them. But she knows they are Rosalie's so being a good sister, she shares them with her little buddy. I often find Rosalie sitting in her rocker with a flower on her belly like so:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFbJc00bAFaxw4ukgd26IFrBh2sVRAFg5BYDjf8eUYwM5TvBim6RS8lxOQ8XmbruboNkFmEn2TKwTLct5Yn0PqAxfrgMq_IJehvRITnD4xA6VPOGczGHaN5qZ5YyPSVdlZZCTZxq9EKg/s1600/DSC03625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFbJc00bAFaxw4ukgd26IFrBh2sVRAFg5BYDjf8eUYwM5TvBim6RS8lxOQ8XmbruboNkFmEn2TKwTLct5Yn0PqAxfrgMq_IJehvRITnD4xA6VPOGczGHaN5qZ5YyPSVdlZZCTZxq9EKg/s320/DSC03625.JPG" width="240" /></a></div> I've told Ella that it's not a good idea for Rosalie to have the flowers, but she insists on sharing:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4s7KZx9YqUjAh-5PuoFQduRKCTAb1uTTwEKjbaCu4nD4Xt_d2ByZAvow9tEBDczkBiGM-QmIuKiAjgTyIBzc11u2BfSi1V0OLCX73brhmE8P0TOag5oMFJXm9Lj2TJD5iysckD3bRCSQ/s1600/DSC03624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4s7KZx9YqUjAh-5PuoFQduRKCTAb1uTTwEKjbaCu4nD4Xt_d2ByZAvow9tEBDczkBiGM-QmIuKiAjgTyIBzc11u2BfSi1V0OLCX73brhmE8P0TOag5oMFJXm9Lj2TJD5iysckD3bRCSQ/s320/DSC03624.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice the flower in Rosalie's arms. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji084w8d_UjtFN6e3jW5C9qMIcBmViZ16yTC7hLF99PUFdn3Qy-ES9tYv1xmOMoHfVNlEEqVAwVcZ0JErHDocwV0D07bNQc_1vfwH4fqQxcHqBp0zYgRXGObZiu9OrhnkgVbQ6XQ85uwg/s1600/DSC03621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji084w8d_UjtFN6e3jW5C9qMIcBmViZ16yTC7hLF99PUFdn3Qy-ES9tYv1xmOMoHfVNlEEqVAwVcZ0JErHDocwV0D07bNQc_1vfwH4fqQxcHqBp0zYgRXGObZiu9OrhnkgVbQ6XQ85uwg/s320/DSC03621.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oh well, least she's sharing, right?!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"> These days Ella hardly wears normal clothes, she is always dressed up as a princess. Her favorite switches between Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty aka Rose. As you can see below she was Rose in these pics. She's really cute, she asks me all the time to turn on the radio so she can dance. Then she spins and frolics around the room, saying "I am a beaUtiful princess!" and sings alongs to the Disney songs! I love my little girlies!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzDKHpj9L_IWuPBE59j99bNNsOB94Hiu-9Lin4IktGOPpjIhMLk6J9pdOcw2zwgc2v6BvC7oIRO54czMVSloYzYpCVB26RW7nXqqY6-o_8yzDjoTZ6tci_gNW5p1kbEGKDGjV3Hk2ZLk/s1600/DSC03622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzDKHpj9L_IWuPBE59j99bNNsOB94Hiu-9Lin4IktGOPpjIhMLk6J9pdOcw2zwgc2v6BvC7oIRO54czMVSloYzYpCVB26RW7nXqqY6-o_8yzDjoTZ6tci_gNW5p1kbEGKDGjV3Hk2ZLk/s320/DSC03622.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOKXzweCiB9dAoYi4Gvwb2G6z694biCcUVHLOI46jSPcsHQXEoG3xhHUYS4__JaoslNbObIUIWUzUDSYEkYNjybjpmwSdVtPraYXjqZU7PFuIFY1EJE6YLDBeey1fuJ-yjvtE2l-1E48/s1600/DSC03629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOKXzweCiB9dAoYi4Gvwb2G6z694biCcUVHLOI46jSPcsHQXEoG3xhHUYS4__JaoslNbObIUIWUzUDSYEkYNjybjpmwSdVtPraYXjqZU7PFuIFY1EJE6YLDBeey1fuJ-yjvtE2l-1E48/s320/DSC03629.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I still can't believe this dark hair dark eyed baby is mine! </div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-74243341650195573912012-01-18T22:48:00.001-07:002012-01-18T22:48:33.947-07:00Long Time No See...Carpe Kairos!So, sadly it has been like a year and a half since the last time I blogged. Kind of a bummer that I have missed so many moments to write about. Maybe I'll go back and fill them in later, but right now I am going to just start with the present and record things that are happening now. <br />
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html<br />
I read this article today and I was thinking about some kairos moments in my life today that I want to share before I forgot them. <br />
Ella randomly will lOok up at me and say in her sweet angel voice "Mommy, I love you." Oh man!! It melts my heart and makes me forget all the struggles and frustrations of the day. She says it so sweetly with all the innocence of a child. Ella, I love you too!!! <br />
Tonight I was sitting in the living room watching tv. Ella was in bed, Dan was at the hospital and Rosalie was in her rocker next to me. Rosalie was so sweet, every time I would look at her, her face would light up. She would get a grin that would spread slowly across her face until she couldn't smile any bigger. She kept doing these smiles over and over, every time I looked at her over the course of about half an hour. It's really amazing how a bright little smile can bring so much joy to my life. <br />
I love my girls so much, they are the greatest source of joy in my life. I want to remember these moments. My intent is to quickly jot here some of these sweet kairos things that happen so that I can remember and enjoy motherhood now.Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-222238402605777012010-10-28T07:42:00.008-06:002010-10-28T09:51:53.343-06:00Minneapolis<div align="left">Back in the middle of August, Dan had to go on a work conference in Minneapolis. We decided to drive to it so that Ella and I could tag along. Since Dan was going to be in meetings most of the days Dan's mom flew up to join Ella and me. On the way to Minn, we drove up through Milwaukee. We stopped and had breakfast (which was really at lunch time) with the Rabies at one of our favorite Mke eats-The Pancake House. It was so fun to see our friends and drive around the city. It almost made me cry. We had so many good memories there and it was both happy and sad to see them again. We didn't have very long to stay and reminisce because we had to get to Madison, WI and pick up Gayle at the airport there. (A few days before the trip, she was going to use a free ticket to fly direct to Minn, but when she went to redeem it, it wouldn't work that short of notice. So we ended up trying all kinds of plans and the cheapest one was to have her fly into Madison then drive back with us home and have her fly back out of Grand Rapids). Dan and I didn't leave as early in the morning as we had hoped and ended up being really late to pick Gayle up. We both felt terrible. But she was very nice about it and we eventually made it to our hotel late that night. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">I was SOOO glad that Gayle came on the trip with us because Dan literally spent all day in his conferences. He left early in the morning and didn't get done until about 7 at night. Gayle, Ella and I spent lazy mornings sleeping in and getting ready then we headed down to the Mall of America for the rest of the day.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105771985115954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4958MJrwI5cCrkFxfoRRUcl5b5QSXY7qSiMi5i16hu6GrQXWYcrlUimEGz7j_iPAYnKU3RAifTH0v2hrdagJodKktErTE3IEdynoaCX0V9Viy6nSlO0V1arrNXnVs7sS_2VIMl5WC2kI/s320/10.28.10+1252.JPG" />The Mall of America<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105170765183986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF1a0S19u0VN0Cmrto97sMV5JvaXUejqvpsE2Ig-tuAuKtR213KRr4qBf30CF7JYUU08_X29bzmGTT8b5bJ3VrONJfeSNgvU4npKsINBRYA9oWw3st5Xt3ZXfjQvwxX4ZpjLaUGKHrls/s320/10.28.10+1251.JPG" /></div><div align="left">WOW that is a big mall. It took us 3 days to see and shop it all. It was perfect! Basically that was our trip, Dan at meetings, and the 3 girls shopping. Dan was able to come join us for dinner in the evenings, which was nice. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">We took Ella to the Rainforest Cafe for dinner one night. That was fun!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093062664975666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQguVn1tIY3tIg2TIjlngtJb44cNVnR6lIRH0JW4NHfyFWx698svAD55-NTqMmtE7x4tep2mRk104xPv5_Hix15Icl27sxcDEV6Ny3JnEKnGGbcxmfO3ub1w7olepIf5pmvy4ZqxHtQA/s320/10.28.10+1230.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Ella, after we first sat down at our table. I love how she's looking at Gayle like "What are we doing?"</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093071075465170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQzvZHE483Uj_yu7JfYlQMPbnWgl2aJzWrey8OrSwtxoaYPQxDENNF5cU5lmd68ig4aLFCLMLMzahKjUgT4l-9Uw7nMt2boQk2283u6-TEbo_6yXKoH6Rs9vrl6-TPWtgTkppC5tchzU/s320/10.28.10+1231.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Dan and Holly</div><div align="center">Back behind us is one of those rock walls where it rains-so we got a few rain splashes on us. :)</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093097286583570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WeKOMLqkVq1BW7DHnU24dAhpegIMl2FoUjo_SZLTB3RYIDXF2SjMt4NOmbqsJe-XOH8KMAMx0Wq6TAIOCnJdloh8870Vrt_D5USVPBKRTBpwgIBUWyQ9Z4UC2qOk_DydprK9RtySBXE/s320/10.28.10+1233.JPG" /></div><div align="center">These two were the fun-Ella was being cheesy and making faces at us. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093079892872882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqmUsgetxVLC2MIb8rIQSC2Y2fzvtUthEuk_4bwpLeCWJ9DfJlFi89OvBIBC_3hAAerXfQXbxWhu76GBL1v37wCsoXB5kom6bw07FgRGheV3UDE6LDtacCy-Pr3UIazZCXxM5RReazzM/s320/10.28.10+1232.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">They have thunder storms in the restaurant while you're eating. When the "thunder" storms would come through the restaurant Ella got a little scared. Basically "lightening" (the lights) flash, thunder booms and along the rock walls rain falls down. Ella would get really big eyes and look around, and kind of panic a little. She did enjoy watching the animated monkeys and elephants make noise and move around. Plus, she was amazed by all the fish.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093107970137010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62iuNinInKFCcOJmemked5URuM3Z3XbT-RTZJY_IZoGIxuXqsnC0P2Q-N6SXyM3qVZcTSAjDR3hoDoho3nS8WOlDtHgITuq1_X4cLTPr9TGz5XdLIouJzS2-4FVqyQd2OAFoJ6fOlHik/s320/10.28.10+1234.JPG" /></div><div align="center">She was amazed as long as she didn't get too close-then she would freak out.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533094146959997826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oI1lbaQ-K53KB4W98LUR38b_aozcPW6Nm2pgxPhn_zmogb_F1CrMIM1-jF0yCJsH4OfsVruI9T5UVp3xK4YS4uXBbNOzzDFOG6gdKZaHEkq4oAz6DwdOqm5Wx8toyRxEeNygUvVedEc/s320/10.28.10+1235.JPG" /></div><div align="center">In the store they had more animated figures which we checked out:</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533094168583903410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPPVdBO83bZGsMA0M7WhyFWCm0rZkDFp920ilU16GyW7xkMW44RnKjv5jdbLjAhVfHEzCa8kmhbY33Y4uXeNlKtsoyWKPIu5P6AWuYcNDx2lteyP2H-d0ylONlXDTEBvpgucWieqW2wM/s320/10.28.10+1237.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div align="center">She did not like this tree. </div><div align="center">It talks to you and that freaked her out, she was determined to crawl out of your arms and get away. </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533094157383920322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-m4dDrgOKIKn8oyxPKTwgaO1n3cKfdEzNuGkLonMSlLn60WSfJORy_o23FXlh7LZarVT5luQefNiTyUikbbmFufYMnRLmDjzpxiZgl1XeV1w3u3AUxvqeLJ64KQftmDzeMl7vp7DR3_g/s320/10.28.10+1236.JPG" />At the entrance there was an alligator that swam forward and opened it's mouth like it was going to bite. Ella was not amused by it either.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533094181189501474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilND_V7SQQwKRLAP46Vcb15IqGBlFLrXYvqkqff3wQsPnBU4wpibgu-DZJpee__tRmxAGR30agL2CAY9qLsctcMTsgqK3nBQvjbCa5IsJDvcvxYS1SV92iOdLIOjJUWa6i34q5NYmiT6c/s320/10.28.10+1240.JPG" /></div><div align="center">More freaking and trying to get away. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533094177877041794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsoDlsfUwWvV2vRiFEGW7mh0gjcJv81JWFLv3Smgb0CnW1YJH6uevY2MWnechJT5OMS2eaTwErs_byHjbUO3VTlU9eKVI2os71vxLZ6xxOr4YKsEjbMzpXRw0r3PvSEFEikExJHdxnDpc/s320/10.28.10+1239.JPG" /></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div align="center">We did make it up to her though-we took her to the amusement park in the middle of the mall (yes, full out amusement park-roller coasters, the whole deal -in the mall) and let her ride the carousel. She loved it!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105146846385090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtRAWOVov4Ux0s5KujAq06aTgj84x0EB5xsY6tbzAhowexHMtGT86lb-24AhMgbskYG13LdMMykCs-m1U_Bf3Q9ZrDn3stWwRCfCl9UrEH8Z5BoNZLoYATAIJs3mMz0FoyMFHM6QpGJI/s320/10.28.10+1241.JPG" /></div><div align="center">This is her before the ride began, she's checking out all the lights above her.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105160462532914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCWrjRIWPw7Ikgv-WkcVjEf5jG-qI00XO8Qi_pTTWPjoE6HOrT5dxUpraodQuMfgN8r_KBZutR4-E8nh0xOLEkTQ1jj1WUWG11TZImXlmkMso8NGjteMUVfr7wH-4GquYC-Ph9ySKIYw/s320/10.28.10+1244.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Here she is on the ride-you can't tell but she has the biggest smile on her face!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105153968985394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECPyGrmcOINMTI-gjlXopNIi5-jUP1HxQGqZEBDexRW_KQ8pKGiXPVVpL_9z9_blYvQ1-WE_GXjCVHPZ7o3vGKlVK477Vb_7tbaALkUsVLN1_4ihVnHsqPirpSFGmf3uSNfIj2dgNYxo/s320/10.28.10+1248.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Ella after the ride is over. She had so much fun she didn't want to get off. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">A little side story about this day-While Gayle and I were shopping that day, Ella had a stinky diaper that leaked out on to her shorts and part of her shirt. So being 20 min from the hotel and with an impending dinner reservation, we decided to just go buy her something. We went into the Carter's store and picked out a bunch of fall outfits for her to wear. We figured we could just put her in one of those. Well the one we picked for her to wear that day was a corduroy skirt with a long sleeve shirt to match. We were just finished checking out and rushing because it was time for us to be at the Rainforest cafe when I realized she couldn't wear the long sleeved shirt! She had her cast on and the shirt wouldn't fit over it. Haha! So I ended up going back and finding something that would fit over her cast, and would match her skirt. </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105161714063858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwKzb31G5h0kPg2jdwkP8t7vQfoUWr0iu7UqiTZ3LGWp7VITk8NIUrZImM1v2w_6ZxxieeGnu6zP_hryHBiJrynZSk0ZCsY1chrAVXj0bplixHCA_wTv4r0YYEL6oFAqzHQAP5XHtQA4/s320/10.28.10+1250.JPG" /></div><p align="left">This is Ella in our hotel room. Gayle bought her this monkey at the Rainforest Cafe and Ella liked to wear it as a necklace. Notice the bag-she carried it around the room and put stuff in it. The next day she carried one out into the car as her "purse." Gayle and I converted her into a little shopping diva :)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjH56iOlGvgcwGoolH1CKGcYGBblAt6HAW5XIRk-bJJmzAZ4bzV0AWD2zJ2_IGEulSWpd0H3N0grwsuhJHIts2KP8H6cTBmHAy_yBWyBhXbaw-u7TA2mIZWe5qQS7WWwgq9yyrY_mazo/s1600/10.28.10+1253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105776963298706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjH56iOlGvgcwGoolH1CKGcYGBblAt6HAW5XIRk-bJJmzAZ4bzV0AWD2zJ2_IGEulSWpd0H3N0grwsuhJHIts2KP8H6cTBmHAy_yBWyBhXbaw-u7TA2mIZWe5qQS7WWwgq9yyrY_mazo/s320/10.28.10+1253.JPG" /></a></div><p align="center">Ella checking out the fountain out in front of our hotel.</p><p align="left"> We had such a fun trip, Ella was really good for it being a 10 hour car ride-each way. She struggled a bit with the whole change of environment and long days of shopping, but what do you expect of a 1 1/2 year old? I'm super glad that Gayle came, Ella and I really enjoyed her company. I probably would've stayed home and this was a much more fun way to spend the weekend. I wish Dan would've had more free time, but it was fun to tag along with him!</p>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-87871622888447238962010-10-28T07:06:00.005-06:002010-10-28T07:42:03.143-06:00Ella's broken armShe wore the splint for a week. Then we went back into the clinic and she got a cast. They let her pick what color she wanted to wear. (I narrowed down the choices to pink and purple:) She grabbed both samples. We kept asking her which one she wanted. Finally, she decided on the purple color.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533089606588281074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5h7UvmetHr0_8iI8htXRjxKljO0se6KTroa58eZ5WiJaYS3sC_IMx9HYuGMpFCLqt0pKLWait0QkQLS4hTMj7rMLWHK7xjbBSqBUbmBfQ08G5Av4OtNl39LGBSzy35YetjCRJmOjUYlY/s320/10.28.10+1256.JPG" /> So they went about putting it on. She did not like this at all. She kept trying to undo what they were doing to do. Dan was actually working in the clinic, so in between patients he would pop in and see how Ella was doing. She was MUCH worse when he came in the room. She cried harder and thrashed more. Finally they finished. My poor little girl! She was so tiny and she had this tiny little cast! At first she tried to pick at it and pull at it, but eventually she just resigned to the fact that it was there.<br /><br /><div>She wore the cast for a week, then we went back into the Dr.'s office to have them check it. They decided to take the cast off so that they could get and x ray and see how it was doing. Plus, the night before we gave Ella a bath. As I was waiting for Dan to grab a plastic bag to put around her cast, I filled up the tub with water. Ella was trying to touch the running water with her right hand, and quick as a wink she fell in the tub head first. Cast and all. She was fine, just a little surprised, but her cast was pretty wet at the hand. We blow dried it as best we could then had to call it good. So I was okay with them cutting it off the next day. </div><br /><div>Cutting off the cast was "fun". Ella screamed and cried as I held onto her. When the cast was cut through, they broke it in half and pulled the cast part off. She still had the fabric wrapped around it and she went about helping the cast tech pull that off. It was really cute to see her picking at it. She was excited to have that heavy thing off! Of course the amusement wore off fast when we took her back in to get an x-ray. She hates that thing! She screams and cries and tries to get away. It was a struggle between me and a nurse holding her down, but they got the pics they needed. To my surprise, when the Dr. came in after looking at the x-rays, he said she was healed. Her bone was callused over enough that she was able to be cast and splint free. He said that the bones in kids her age heal so fast. If she had been like 7 he said it would have taken at least a month. </div><div>Wow! One week in a splint and one week in a cast! She's a lucky girl! We were all happy to be rid of that cast. It was so hard to keep it clean-you know how one year olds eat, imagine that with a cast. ewe. Anyway, we kept the cast. And a few weeks later we pulled it out and set it back on her arm. She must have forgotten all about the experience, because she thought it was funny. She was giggling and acting like it was so cool. I was glad to see that the whole broken arm experience didn't scar her. As for climbing on chairs, that lesson didn't stick. She still climbs up to stand on them. I keep trying to remind her about her broken arm and how she can fall. Oh, I've got to keep my eyes on her, she's a busy girl :)</div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-85414589409998205432010-08-05T05:22:00.004-06:002010-08-05T06:29:31.854-06:00Broken Bone<div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFY2rGbSTVBmMgRFKbxbI8r82zgxFNXiInHlDqcP_fq8SMyZykEPnrCLa_eHKWF4Pf0Ho4nY9SX1iRK4ANvWEUJwSVNt0wmcnf1M_35fsjZUBjLbw8-M4gY8l5TLnkTD-wZCbUcvhSdww/s1600/DSC02186.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501886241703494674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFY2rGbSTVBmMgRFKbxbI8r82zgxFNXiInHlDqcP_fq8SMyZykEPnrCLa_eHKWF4Pf0Ho4nY9SX1iRK4ANvWEUJwSVNt0wmcnf1M_35fsjZUBjLbw8-M4gY8l5TLnkTD-wZCbUcvhSdww/s320/DSC02186.JPG" /></a></div><div>Yesterday was going to be a really busy day; Ella and I had the play group to go to in the morning, then there was a ladies luncheon, then I had an eye appointment in the afternoon. Well, it didn't all happen like I had planned. I got up early and got myself ready; then Ella woke up around 9. After breakfast, I quickly grabbed the computer to get an address for the luncheon. While I was doing that I noticed Ella trying to get up on one of the kitchen chairs but she was struggling and couldn't pull herself up onto it, so I hurried to get the address so we could go. Quick as a wink Ella pulled herself up onto the chair and almost immediately fell off the opposite side of the chair. It was almost like one swift movement-up and the right back down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this movement and when I looked over I saw Ella come crashing down on to the floor. She kind of landed on her left and it bend back behind as the force of the fall made her roll over. My immediate horror and first thought was "Oh my gosh, she just broke her arm." She was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was kind of wide around her arms, so I wasn't completely sure if the arm was bent funny or if the fabric from the shirt just made it appear this way. Ella cried and cried. I kept asking her where it hurt and she would grab her left wrist. Normally, she is pretty easy to console when she's hurt, but this time she wasn't. I kept holding and comforting her and she still cried, I started tearing up with her but knew that wouldn't help her so I held it back. I called Dan and left a message and he soon called me back. He was post call and would be coming home in like 2 hours so he asked if I could wait and have him look at it. He then hung up and went into surgery. I called my mom to ask her what she thought and as I talked to her, Ella stopped crying, but one tiny movement would make he cry again. She finally started wailing again and I decided I couldn't wait for Dan. I called Ella's doctor and they worked it out so I could come right in. </div><div>I felt horrible as I drove to the Dr.'s office. My hubby is an ortho resident-aka bone doc. I felt really bad for not waiting for him. But Ella was hurt and it was definitely not a normal hurt. As I pulled into the parking lot, Dan called. I told him I was sorry for not waiting for him. He was so good he told me he understands and that it was not a big deal at all for me to take her to her dr. If Ella was hurt I needed to do what I thought was best. He was really sweet; really concerned about his little girl. I felt a lot better about going to the dr. </div><div>We went in and Dr. Dyk checked her out. He saw in the chart that Dan was a ortho resident, as we talked about that he said he totally understood me taking her to someone else. He said he can't do any work on his own kids, it's just too hard, too personal. That also made me feel even better about taking her in. As he felt along her arm he felt a swelling area around her elbow. He had me even feel the non hurt arm and then the hurt one. Definitely a difference. So he sent us the get an x-ray. That was the saddest process. Ella screamed when I layed her down on the table. I had to hold her down and a nurse had too also. Ella was crying and screaming "down" "down." Aweful, I wanted to cry with her. After the x-rays we went back to the exam room where Ella calmed down, and waiting for the results. We were only in there a minute when the Dr. came right in and said "Do you want to see a broken elbow?" I felt my heart break. My poor little girl! He showed me the fracture. Then told me the plan. He'd either have her go see an ortho elbow dr. or send her to the ER where the resident on call would splint her. He told me I could go home since I lived close, and he'd call when he knew where we needed to go. So I took Ella home. Dan came home shortly after we go there, and we talked about what to do. The Dr. called us back and told us the elbow doc was out of town so he'd called ahead to let the ER know we were coming. We headed to the hospital and Dan made a bunch of calls to the residents at the hospital. Anyway, long story short we ended up not going to the hospital but to the clinic where the on call Trama dr. was and he x-rayed her again (the first ones weren't the best views), poor girl wasn't happy about this again, then they put a splint on her. I was out doing insurance stuff and so I missed the xrays and the beginning of the splinting, but I could hear her screaming. Heart breaking! When I got in there, they were finishing up the splint, Dan was holding her and the cast tech was putting on the tape stuff to hold the ace type bandage stuff (Dan would know what it really is). Ella was screaming and tear soaked, she was so confused. She kept pulling on the bandage and tape and saying "sttuuckk" "sttuuckk" It didn't take long and soon she was done. She still wasn't happy and I took her to comfort her. That seemed to help a little. She was more the glad when we left the clinic.</div><div>That night she was better. (As you can see by the pic up top) She was in less pain and therefore was mostly pleasant and happy. She still doesn't like the splint, she's trying her best to pull it off.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISDMZ57npHO_bz81IBRSJdkRJ3PRLmTKkijvlnuIOhBgpKRZ-CBruQzVALSEN9VYYq3knBhixl3cAEAjK4XJ5dqh0tqCny-gq2PDNfGZiwKC736SfBfdTHVLi6BAO-1cEwSS1K-Wx1KI/s1600/DSC02187.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501886245268258466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISDMZ57npHO_bz81IBRSJdkRJ3PRLmTKkijvlnuIOhBgpKRZ-CBruQzVALSEN9VYYq3knBhixl3cAEAjK4XJ5dqh0tqCny-gq2PDNfGZiwKC736SfBfdTHVLi6BAO-1cEwSS1K-Wx1KI/s320/DSC02187.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqfLU0DIzPhVB0Uf5MMzMRiahOwta0TJalNnw4Gch56qEGThsdi_pxVpnYOJmd3Vft6qSjF5dUy3kBBS68IVaG-Lbf6EDafHyNIr3UUm6l7bSMmaCR3kbuQjvb-UT0ZkwsLwcIIq-Jww/s1600/DSC02188.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501886250838989714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqfLU0DIzPhVB0Uf5MMzMRiahOwta0TJalNnw4Gch56qEGThsdi_pxVpnYOJmd3Vft6qSjF5dUy3kBBS68IVaG-Lbf6EDafHyNIr3UUm6l7bSMmaCR3kbuQjvb-UT0ZkwsLwcIIq-Jww/s320/DSC02188.JPG" /></a></div><div>Hopefully it lasts till a real cast. She struggled a lot last night with doing things. She kept trying to get up when she was sitting on the floor but couldn't figure out how to push herself up with only one arm. She would cry and say "stuck" (now one of her favorite words). They're pretty sure the fracture missed the joint and growth plates so she should be just fine. She goes back next week and they will put a hard cast on her and she'll have that for about a m<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55jNEOE_qkFpnV2_k9YZFycAyjrYH38Z6T_8ujr4TMWakDCI090V3EdQN3xdrFCrV1K4bnfAMpRjrGqQHESaB04XCeFMJxtUNz05uDaZ5R5UySqMc4y9asW4HAlajhSV6JkObOt0m7Dc/s1600/DSC02185.JPG"></a>onth. So early end of summer for her :( No swimming or water. Bummer. But she's okay, which is great. We appreciate the love and concern we have received from so many people. Ella has so many wonderful people who care for her. </div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-34593032254726577462010-08-03T09:44:00.006-06:002010-08-03T11:19:41.582-06:00Ella New Clothes<div>This post is for my mom. Last week we got a package in the mail from her. She sent Ella some clothes that she got for an awesome deal. Ella looked so cute in her little outfit! I said I would post a pic of her, but I couldn't pick just one so here are 2! </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsFJWHvgHkW1xss3YkVkp44g2rH5PQT19SjtPFYIyS_KRx77CYJZxNxVUcGDC9hzhQ6Zd6Pw_aeKSUMDY9LT77qUtYODS76uku0b7Pc8IkCUDQAphHdje1K-7jl5SW16Qw-UcQvw3iZc/s1600/Ella.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233838820217090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsFJWHvgHkW1xss3YkVkp44g2rH5PQT19SjtPFYIyS_KRx77CYJZxNxVUcGDC9hzhQ6Zd6Pw_aeKSUMDY9LT77qUtYODS76uku0b7Pc8IkCUDQAphHdje1K-7jl5SW16Qw-UcQvw3iZc/s320/Ella.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6o131s3rWzg9FTBj2a9X7ARSwnWNuG1sbdOSoNVEO6z32YKIIz5XzX33Xxk9eId7fkoapyVAiWu97a_kFHnt7f6qc8oH2VxhfdG60eKGNmKdICg3bA0qRQ__TuILRXadWCXv_iU2HnYI/s1600/Ella2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501233846923310114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6o131s3rWzg9FTBj2a9X7ARSwnWNuG1sbdOSoNVEO6z32YKIIz5XzX33Xxk9eId7fkoapyVAiWu97a_kFHnt7f6qc8oH2VxhfdG60eKGNmKdICg3bA0qRQ__TuILRXadWCXv_iU2HnYI/s320/Ella2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><p align="left"> </p><br /><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I couldn't find the camera so I took these on my phone. I'm glad I didn't wait around to do it; it was super hot and humid that day and after like 2 minutes outside Ella's cute curls fell flat and wet against her head. Gotta love the summer! :)<br /></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-10061284028901425022010-05-21T18:41:00.000-06:002010-05-21T19:11:24.485-06:00My Messy Kiddo<div style="text-align: left;">March 16th was a sunny, warm day so we took Ella outside and played for a bit. While we were out there, I grabbed the rake and shovel and went to town on a very messy little flower garden in our yard. While Dan and I were pulling all the dead stuff and weeds, Ella decided to help us out. She was quietly playing in the dirt. Next thing we know, we look up and she has a mouthful of dirt! My first though was, "Ewe!" my next was "Go get the camera!" So that's what we did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iqZZdwPW0qH_OybirQDP3Q-8eOlj1NujgBFmcm63oea0nZTjL0uoC5xZ7dQC_x-DjDaGAlDQDqQ4pgJK4axeo8tNYnRL6p6qz0tW8Jdzm7VL_9M3tYSJJA4avlXQ7HMWhHK6gLsTqo4/s320/DSC01998.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how she's trying to pull the dirt out of her mouth!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSPsNMyDSSfeleuH_u8X880-PmYtQOM0xJZJtkaOc6n7tclVRdrIfTjfsuwDKJSAMcGoMvLehsQxJBoBRWY1DoWtZBhfnKlFH1xlPFHd1TuXFlMcuJ-n7F7zoDCLxot76KJIPmUJvsHY/s320/DSC01999.JPG" /></div><div>Of course this is not her last attempt to eat dirt. A few weeks later I was weeding that same little flower garden, with Ella of course. She mostly just crawled around and played in the yard, but she did like my little shovel so she came to "help" me dig out the weeds. I was trying to keep my eyes out so she didn't repeat eating the dirt; but geez louise, that girl is quick as lightening. In a matter of seconds she had a handful of dirt and into the mouth it went. Bummer was, dead camera battery so no pics. Well, last Saturday the 15 (May) we were out weeding the disaster behind our garage. Ella was crawling around, playing with the weeds, just having a grand old time. Dan and I were talking about how you would think she would learn her lesson, that dirt doesn't taste good. She sat right by us helping to pull the weeds (really she was just flipping dirt everywhere, but that was fine). She was playing so good, we both thought, "Well, maybe she did decide it was yucky." Nope. A moment later there she is with a HUGE handful of dirt into the mouth, and I mean huge! She couldn't get it out of her mouth it was so much. And of course it instantly turned into mud so it stuck every where. We ended up opening her sippy cup and pouring water out of the side of her mouth to wash it out. It was hilarious. Maybe she learned her lesson now? I doubt it. :)<div>I thought I would include some other pictures taken in March of my messy little kiddo. She's a cutie!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cake with a pudding mousse frosting-She left most of the cake and went for the frosting</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjKi-2Os9QrM4ezs9ebEI8Zbg4hZS3J8UWCF4XOYr8HqVcBxFxrpBvtGlBuHg1XhnHKpbLa-IUJcxEDhAN45hDUST0XOnwvgG50wIo78opXU9zuFgcBaZ9aDJnudH858hIxB7qFW1Fm4/s320/DSC01992(1)re.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That little tongue, haha</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgveR2E3JbRxLU0n8ljUXEBtu_WUXioMyXQXASFabi8_Jlg15CuMoognUbdJyhWm_ggoWk0J4kFVFqJvZnKqVIrtfnraDL12kEgHVNYFLuyxdqgZVFklNBWYWY0XBfeO6jiqONzhG63E/s320/DSC01997.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAE6ikNdqh96MhkV-Ild9NVXiEeqrRoyO7V5-qr68qJpsBL_CrzF9Y98qnvdpmmMKHURsdIB_qNbJNYFMYcucbCzJsZG_EOYggZj7B8iIVkLCFpjGOzliw8_txw4QCJNkE7y4sh_ijb7o/s320/DSC02000.JPG" /></div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-16017655261202243772010-05-19T20:17:00.001-06:002010-05-19T20:34:24.404-06:00More Various Pictures<div style="text-align: left;">Feb. 20th:</div><div style="text-align: left;">So while we were in Utah in February, Ella had her haircut by a real professional. Her sweet aunt Jodi cut her hair since it was getting long and straggly. She was a pretty good client, she didn't fight Jodi like she does me when I try to cut her hair. Oh well, I guess that's the struggle of a daughter ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4qAk_kDZIuZvpZq2WZHIHhc8FcWARCXHqFBRyykbGcRScaak3_UdUxe8rDYBvyw_wxfLA3DtIvazm4lI6EnXRDXtmrTa8Ieq4cA_I2lAofphzRwc1G_d_GXUA9hbLpbp_T-wnujW7iY/s320/DSC01979.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlQYDEkM4kHZZq_4VXcl1zoOvDkHH9OffIvV4hj-DWfuxQpTlViIbYJ8IQZfIjpmOCGRS12mLwdXIHcsk3l-FKPjUhEIAMU38LVPESUzxBK1jdVe_7rek_6vmxplG6HN8jh2eCkE1CMY/s320/DSC01981.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvijT1UxZ9UlbvXEAW1uNuczO7WJRPSMnOmZKnnEPuAvHfI6O4n6tP6yg8tESWqRS3A-BEEousZHmeJv6hGerc7aIWOYJh-_p6sNNVZ9qta_2X3Y-FX5L3Kjvw2nAUNdXH5_F1FpF0mao/s320/DSC01980.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k4y1LGfFC3YqgkY_7bZMwqBQRTihAdiEUeLXIA5yLOXmk5cEcJnuxYsVyuKYJ7cz6xoSOVPrfIo9uo6t8AYpmViTslDeukig9YBWIFMFq8q8UKkFXDs34dIhM0vkAsywT1mqIqVcYU0/s320/DSC01982.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Feb. 27th:<div style="text-align: left;">I feel bad that it has taken me 3 months to get these pictures on here, but better late than never. This is Ella riding the horse that she got from my family for her birthday. She couldn't play with it when we were in Utah because we had to leave it in the box so we could fit it in our luggage on the flight home. She really likes it, she puts her feet in the basket up front so that they don't drag and we can push her around. She LOVES the cheek of the horse because if you press it, it plays music. She'll sit and push it over and over and over and over, well you get the idea :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgModDOGd3MjIhXtF8WYtsZP2DDJo98h5oHdkBcM7_fO0oESdHy0PR7JnyUghBiokcAodFzBDj30vL31dyCnlebchGeRQZ3FXc5AqPebpgRasPTe-3Gobkn0eqhqdKnQ3KqWAImzOTVpEQ/s320/DSC01986.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is one of the other toys she got from my family for her bday. She really likes to dunk those balls, because the crowd cheers when she does it. Dan was really psyched about this gift. I felt bad though, right after I put it together she pulled down on the basket really hard and it tipped over and smacked her in the lips. She cried and I felt so bad. I was worried that she wouldn't like the toy because of this incident. But this picture was taken later that day so apparently there were no hard feelings. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSfhX7u_JnZCpINZYZwxKzpq2K-A7DAVdj2LsYQ-oiPnFrdHkrcPIXVV9b4boTVc85r0t0yoQwS9ccIWvpaXgS9IaOu56XwPG-NqK2szCgouCLOzg0kPxaxkyiAB4delPpBhfDKaTrUw/s320/DSC01990.JPG" /></div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-21861403869254921692010-04-30T15:07:00.000-06:002010-05-01T22:05:13.121-06:00Happy 1st Birthday pt 2<div style="text-align: left;">After presents it was cake time!!!</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XAM8xhgx4vK4QUeve2IewTLuqG1Qwt4cxf450HMjTOvnSJzM7_UGA8zBqdRn7IsX835XXvSAtunmRs8Ia6uee4Il1UUQ8sPVcHJfXu_W7lGYX2ctvXZd7vXFD8OT4IPJX_49T02MdKM/s320/DSC01897.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">This is her big cake that I got from Sam's. Ella LOVES animals so it was perfect for her. Plus it matched the color theme I had going-lavender and pink. (This pic makes the writing look blue but it really is a light purple)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>Okay, this is where the picture in my head turned out WAY different than real life. I wanted to make Ella a little 'smash cake' all her own that matched her big cake. So I bought these mini cake pans to make her own 3 layer cake. The cake itself turned out great! It was just a polka dot cake mix, but it looked all yummy and moist.</div><div>The look of the cake, on the other hand, didn't turn out quite how I imagined it. But, my sister Kari was able to turn it into a decent looking cake. (No offense to Kari, because this was not her fault at all! She did great for what she had to work with, if it'd have been me I'd have thrown it at the wall in frustration) She is really good at decorating cakes, I wish I had pics of the masterpieces she has made for her kids. The problem was mine-my frosting was terrible! It kept melting everywhere! We tried cooling it in the fridge to no avail. We stacked the layers of cake on each other and got the coat around the cake smooth, but slowly the frosting between the layers started seeping out and making the cake sag and tip. The hearts that she had put on the sides started sliding down the cake and the borders that she piped around the top and bottom spread and kind of melted together. I was imagining a pure white base-with pastel pink hearts and lavender edging. Well it's not quite what I ended up with. I still put the purple Elephant on top(fitting right?!) which was cute. Looking at it makes me laugh; I wish you could see the idea in my head and compare it to the real thing, if you could you'd laugh too.</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwbV-i0Riprx47LYXKS2ox3CYnAZl8agFMwnWNi8w0mMmTXzJjnjsZaMqdIH3H8bphAPzCByvXD8Dm47ac_ES7nQgyHLOMYxdAHJIfZr7S0muWjeq7lCU8I8mahwOIyL6nd6TrHc5Oss/s320/DSC01900.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Anyway here it is :)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>Then I thought I would make the cute swirly cupcakes that you see everywhere. Well because of time and bad frosting that didn't happen at all. My sister Jana was able to quickly spread some frosting over them and give them a quick decorating. Not what I imagined but it works right :0)<div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBGWgpUirl_QlHhoEzKiyidRkdkIzZzasTEW49Mfhzugai8hh8P2OzYH34aBa4geAI1gfAyhWXNOfklPESpsc049yf7MxcWEsolD6RsHkecHwEMblTuz5NkZ4rUW0xDxg6x0qfkAUKJY/s320/DSC01898.JPG" /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center; ">Despite these issues the cake part was still great!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmoWDv2hdwDldJym0z8WBPv-KqwDFlMopgs1l0poeISjAZYCYhz-EIO0jBkIg-1lJFdtffER3Tv7bsEMpIHGL9PBhxNTjqyPE1j7O7WAcY5cqR7g133zYYOKG8iLtBO-HKWbIKphTlOQ/s320/DSC01937.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Here is Ella checking out her cake. I love her scrunchy nose face in this pic!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0SGlB24vb9K-7tOCjkHgW4WusiQLNKXNZDwJxVuxuDqzhlr3n6rwPE3mszHPS6Y5qVUpGYYvCnr8zfmUfIFF8KHuJcSpUNVf-XNWBaSPuWbVRBKv6W7TybMoWZ_rKFc9Cw6B1VB8Jpo/s320/DSC01941.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Everyone singing "Happy Birthday"</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDcYJobu86S-DcRuaMnDSOKoRcpGZNBlqsI3F05ZArZpOX0aUdX_ZoPh10e9xf78faATjgBJb6JyLfHXN0lMaostB1R2v9K5bXV26UewMHyyln3MOwc_pHanzJ3YVwuNlXfO5KgBEWzA/s320/DSC01944.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Blowing out the candle, well Mom trying to show her how to anyway :)</div><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5V6doctqhtYUatOfDoMI0TQHhtN0G_S7f76EoEPNiU6tIFwMGkPtKuVlrPervuplGncuUzNM6q8Hiot6BKrWuLE39iejvlkS8z3eYR0IQLQokNc8k9g4cLNv2OReHZ1v4a26YLaQYToE/s320/DSC01946.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Mmm, sticking her finger in the frosting at tasting it! Yummy!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9LF831VCD9sE75pFxuSWtHV1eKwqvcBGxJQdGf5aTXR_E9DgApHhGV-3QhKmNK5xExShcfYR-QfHF6Dmi25J5dRU_YaoQq91aiPhLDxLKgoq-jTT63k5JCmAylt9yUMBGATgUqglh8Y/s320/DSC01949.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Presenting her her very own cake!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQOqGP8SYqTEC0b-Vv64bYbUolvG1Ll5fBhJJpS_8Q_a1owR8Srl_75qGTfj5J9Es37N40dBBWKiW6poBvtctRYnSxNolZQ42UjNCNv3gQXWGje7ADp0u5XQPjKKYJZx1mCar5hocaPc/s320/DSC01950.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">She goes for the toy first!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnPhNVMMc2luE7AHglKJnTFyaYJ8yrZjh0RFit963UICIRROtW4-TsJQNqBsJmFN1Ex1u0ZzmoziWgPpnbo3PcExNN8ahUPDnRIpNVmCPWbu25AqC-dJKJfLFK7WM_UM5QprS3mFjEuc/s320/DSC01953.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">A little taste of the frosting</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECc1IETJXDQ24Rg40a49hVydW0tugDIfME36NeAfJf3r0Nldtbto9TBuLBaxNKXYyOu4LY8Op1_pxxa7BtI7E6fdXwfYXEbXjPaopoZiXEjwY7QAdf7AmUwr1l9iMycRrA9szJevC6cA/s320/DSC01956.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She didn't really like it. But I don't blame her. It was REALLY sweet frosting, too sweet.</div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lKnLpMjAN-Ae6dKVDeZ60WGlUQBI2IpRUFd3DpPCKCLXdZbe_-JL43dXu7U6_5Hc9GZm3AAFS0tZMPmT4k2H6Pdx6D7pFzkEnpZa2lMIDdvXKDEj5KHwuIjPn8RHAsuRjS1DHIqDkSo/s320/DSC01959.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Basically she just kept grabbing chunks of cake and frosting, then shaking her hand to get it off. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFrSyvb5-VK3X0hf3HenViLnCJxG4NtqvdlLySnAvIP9b9dLaVlPelgZvSdVCczSjouvnvv3ztZJnNnA0z9zV5C4c5jVRkcqueN0wvw66SWRUlkIFt8t21fy-nQQkK3outotiTjQ9XR7s/s320/DSC01964.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Blurry hands="get it off me"</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8vti7QebLfHQrPlQzObHNNdgaeLwktRY1nKMhPgcAtLESJ2x5mq0JwI3AE8IkGXdEfJITAd7nUpwhX91PXIkLhRHQ9jwnW7ui-By-pgS5YnlY_iojCsiGfsbzB_tRnf8QzQhvlIMXtw/s320/DSC01967.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">She did that until she had destroyed the cake. It looks like she ate a lot of the cake but she really didn't. She ate like 3 bites, 3 little bites. The cake is spread all over the floor, in her seat, basically everywhere but in her mouth. (Hey as a Mom though, I don't mind that too much. It would've been A LoT of sugar to eat which would've been tummy ache and a LOnG night, so I'm glad ;)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXqX6cBQEI5fOBB8HM4qR952rQwU_H7PlL3Qp2a7zc0l30ge3g9kj0XhZlC4Lj1ZtzDTkZkctyvzsEJgfIElhZl-vYcHo3fSvYefZ-dU6wg8JqPMJTa1FzsrmkaDw-LECKtpTdTCfWCI/s320/DSC01974.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After destruction, she was cool with chewing on the elephant</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4rc7vWvsbTCypmrvvpIcMuiIpknaZx0pcIyQq47NO8FYWGIVMbVZlaeM-H7GWLq4bqkMpkh6UkHzM9RgJnnZQdw26kFMJGPDTIjRl8m02j_ggKmqaVKkwuLtoVJWzpA1paiRLiFBaHw/s320/DSC01976.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After a quick bath, she hung out with her cousin Kaytlyn. That pretty much rounds out her party. It was so much fun. It was great to watch her open presents, flip the cake around, ya know the whole thing! I'm glad that everything didn't turn out as planned because it makes it more fun that way. The most important thing is Ella; my sweet baby girl is one! I love her so much and I am so thankful for her!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After everyone had gone home, we were hanging out a little longer and Ella found these little cups my mom had.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV4ltjNm6GZuNLQESnHki9ImMoi2W35W0pimZfXiE9JrDXRHs6hiYBJewRHXTImMdi_R2TXq4lVaDtbzeZRsSeNrEh_p_kEIs-bPCT83tWGWpmifmvyrFN1DKldR0QppfYx_e7Leu-vw/s320/DSC01978.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We put them on her hands and she looked so confused like "Hey, where are my hands?!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4l6WA8IoPyQpC0b-uavfQHDv5gbC-OvDV8v5-7UPLCM98xLTrDWYxao9b2OApXGlqgyJHBFJ_tlGoV6dKCiKVFmqm0QgRZfj_J9GQYvRh0FOQ2Pgwj1tdIDV_cDxfpJWQqd91L3E-ukU/s320/DSC01977.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Eh, no biggie, this works, I can still eat it this way!"</div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-57830002278272303642010-04-30T13:48:00.000-06:002010-05-01T22:05:27.602-06:00Happy 1st Birthday!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><i>February 16- One ~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1</span>~</i>!</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwZY8eLISdpFXX2LK3GeBQFkthGj183F6jV9G762OaJCMuk2bXShJZiepyh9dAzLvnim2_Cr5bMFxiBaUY-J37LFLeLnW3npJXHvuGMS2tykOM2369qVtqjPYSZTqIcxSya-pr1m9g2M/s320/DSC01893(1)r.JPG" /></div><div>I can't believe the last year went by so fast! My little baby isn't a baby anymore! As sad as that is for me, it's really exciting too, because each day she gets cuter and smarter and does things that just melt my heart! Ella's birthday was quite the celebration! We went to Utah to celebrate her birthday with all the fam. I had all of these big dreams and plans of how I wanted her party to be, just ask Dan, I was dreaming this event up for weeks! But, because we weren't going to do it at our home, I couldn't do a lot of the organizing until we got to Utah. So the party turned into a mad rush to get everything completed, which resulted in many things not turning out how I had planned them in my head. But as mad as it was to get last minute details and how awful some of my ideas turned out, it was still a blast! Ella looked like she really enjoyed herself! So here goes the birthday:</div><div><br /></div><div>Ella spent most of the day with her Daddy, they went to lunch with Grandma T., then they went to Aunt Tricia's to play. Once, they were back at Grandma V's it was hurry and get ready for the party!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYYvNRPETvfVY3eAubON_9okmKSuE2TXKfgCb9VHaXkzlJ64Gdha_ouVcLbSBPV5d8IiO-zkDVD4DE4CN6_eE4RXWuKIw7gpcc4JJiaGv8JbSiTGr5UPB_20-vMDYVXsoFgWMeRHpkzg/s320/DSC01888(1)r.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82Q8uQ_FARDjSzSZsjdnt7FFDip4oAwAW1si-6xxv1UD5g8cgo90W4jUerCDFvdWRPplewbK1-8KLA2dX7aJ1m9bKbZisL5NvfJZB4heyb72xyFflWSsh6P_5DMm50E2pxjhdGDjK6ec/s320/DSC01889.JPG" /></div><div>I love all the tutu's that I've seen around, so back when I was pregnant and found out it was a girl, I started planning putting her in a tutu for her 1st birthday. So I scoured the internet for ideas and made her this sweet little tutu. I love it!! Ribbons, purple, pink & girlie, of course! She has been my little princess from the beginning so I made her princess shirt to match. I really wanted a special little party hat for her, so I made her little clippy party hat to match. One of my favorite things that you can't really see in the pictures is her piggy tails! I <i>l<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>OvE</i> pig tails on little girls! Although, at the start of her party she seemed a little grumpy. We finally figured out that those sweet piggy tails were pulling her hair, so sadly then had to come out :( Oh well, she was still adorable and it made her personality match. Once they were out, she was a bright, cheery little girl again!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDDkhmMeuRLtoF-njAfPVpGUKgJ5DjxUwigdN4vsaPZ221642lx4JB7WqUi-me8brD6IneiSJUG2Pu-FBHFbnOrg-VJklTHIov11ZmipQmAMi4-BrqmFkn9m_Z3oRzTT93qhU9OMhDiA/s320/DSC01895.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">The Princess and Grandpa Vaughn</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglj982VxqJq4IUIBuI5E-_SlSNtYdaUxC2zm_5JiLyLMEJrHeVjx6jMxhqYqHpUavq8J-sCfIQXc2jjkTm482HsAsDjCm08tdfrxiN2TrJFJryON245N3wmI2kxDw3rJEO1_v0Ts-fZGg/s320/DSC01892.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Ella and Aunt Jana-I don't know if she's giving hugs or trying to escape from the flashes of the camera, hehe!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtgP5PnLLamu5_Sy5Fd7tQYS0C1z7uzWZ-Lj_QJZYJ46s63VOQQqd77v52ifSpLF70M6pQmjn-QAiTEhPXX_c4pBPYG0yIB1BF-UxFKPK7kZ8U3QeNqF7mXVoP8juo-17c5D5D3K-iLg/s320/DSC01906(1)r.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">When the girls found out Ella had a tutu, they all decided to wear theirs too! (I think there might have been some demanding their Moms go home and bring them!!! ;)</div><div style="text-align: center; ">I think they are all <i>sooo</i> cute!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">(By the way, don't you love the retro party hats Ella's cousins are wearing?! I found them in my Mom's basement, I think they are from a party when Jana was like 7, cool huh!)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiJ3XOtYTr1iMFm1Gy-GD6I7pfbIGqUWjcEVW8_RIQbpMKfFpjUwWS3LoXGNj-zXnHag_ry4FCnde5TEhRCgOfOKyo7S0TOlO7D3cKHVDqHUQTAGX4vI5fa4y1UeboIYO-DH15SY1tCE/s320/DSC01908(1)r.JPG" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Ella Bella (with <i>Princess</i> bib, of course) and Grandma Vaughn</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzJao-FP3fCVGryGeC8NNPsG1dR0MxR6bukwTtq4-MT9BQFFq5ZacE3bSxIy_bkNYqU8bs961A725x-oZ22rV4qwCty_Ko_wBP7N-uO-8poFoziuCoVS54Si9AmIYPiF-J_rGmDqzM1s/s320/DSC01901.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Ella and Abby giving each other the stare down, while Payton and Parker play</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPAU-pLTeUSwOY9_XBS5rMd7dnHWe9aofM0hwOB-nxbbLsPg73NSchD9cnnYE9WC4mOF99wLupby8TH_t7rI2_1t06LZozoUXmuqpDTJtK5zPcRAYwBbevPWZFjVyVe1hyCvWJ7lrG2g/s320/DSC01911.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I saw these really cute pull string pinatas and decided to make my own. This is partly where I got off track; it took a lot longer than I thought it would. But it was so worth it. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_50KyYNCUpuUmVC9tCI6RkxOShXN0LTQrwy_DFlYHAk2s1SkBflX4tchyHLXVOp83uD412U-1v7TziicvZB5Ygq8aOpvPjF57WU5o8z7J7R0W6Eg3ahSAcEfnV1fVeWjAiO2nYamh14/s320/DSC01913.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Ella was so cute pulling on those strings. (Sorry about my monster eyes in this photo, there isn't a yellow eye remover in my photo editor, so I couldn't figure out how to make them go away)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGxVE8qq99Th3QBruGMnCV16v3lgmbeKLkpuOjRgYk5ZKvyklAzaUQbEAXxj9mzXoq9qge0RaYGzy5O0P2UndasANZOqRwBsiAtqPi6qB6F_SwlMW6-yqyJqB7l1fHHALeGdPYO-ETzU/s320/DSC01916.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMvvB8YpaY1kO0WQWGFmCeehxFbuISFOTDfLm0CaCeiZGT8T2CPUuNFU806IZBvti-Or_bKtRXGOIWJ_KRHODjJtZXIU4tWkr6ThuDZBw3k9k0zU_fADGH14dBSnVcUQYHXtwmLJszGM/s320/DSC01921.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">It turned out everyone got a turn to pull a on a string. The right string was the very last one to be pulled, but even then I didn't get it reinforced enough so the string broke and no candy came out! I ended up pulling the trap door open by hand.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the Pinata it was present time!!! Wowee, Ella sure has lot of family who love her tonz, because she had a lot of presents!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlu39aTKk4lRTUvgrfRgw7WIi3iAiAc0o11vRQXwi0ki_lHz8IPzGE6qApIipY4I-W3K1Xi8ZYtsSFwODPjF0YonwB3wbaWAabl1CnOXpYNX8s_Ygz-1vH6Y5E5O-Sn7O5TH5Gtp_wZxM/s320/DSC01903.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See check out all of those gifts-and this is BEFORE some family had even arrived!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg__dUEGnOBWGHv_ffUZsJdJ7VjgvGUqs6S8LnhP0yYV__geHgTRrVWNO608Ou_AIV2dEPjQxo640OVaM_rFaK3C_-oE2lAJYszLAfD3HlGO7YB8nQGXCktpNiQJh7WdKCWx8oBUmo-Zo/s320/DSC01928.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was really funny opening presents, she would reach in the bag pull out the item and if it was clothes it immediately got tossed to the side; she didn't even bother to give it a second look. There were a few outfits that I had to pick up off the floor to see because she tossed them aside so quickly.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPQHTFwU3S-cq7bsFz3t4X0tohUtAFAG8u5f_bQ8IG-e1lU2yv6QnIc2fp_Pgr7_vmoEQ1N_dCwI102xyS5MRsNDBWeaxQjpGmoAe1ANRD7E8uNM7D6jqnxmHlz6G2pGZKY6Oo_uwxk4/s320/DSC01930.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had the drill down pat, see look how intent she is on getting that paper off to see what is inside. (sorry these pics are a little blurry, my camera had some issues)</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDQEcTjoqUHj6rQoGgusk9s8kbNPVWuhixA7DuxZsAN14HgEeF_rKblqIjStCJw3n8UH9BS76CBZGtjVlDh8ch5hdJ1OLBZ_-R7XIPpGXX0htp8sR063W8VTQFHRodi2g2P2TpVSSAZ0/s320/DSC01934.JPG" /></div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-22438055854900651202010-04-21T20:29:00.001-06:002010-04-21T20:37:14.009-06:00Santa<div style="text-align: left;">I was just found this pic from back at Christmas time and though I had to share. We took Ella to the mall so she could get her picture taken with Santa. Needless to say, I don't think she is very fond of him, wouldn't you agree? :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr54sO6Xo-NMyrZLHLebgrN0HkaJE3V8_WQmp68RlnbnuWII1qADzQD9PZGy7xeW9w4WdBlanMH-gnS6KnwNiENEZnqnVMo9p04UlzXQ4QC1jMHjLa4w8JvOASYsb3XTCBVonkqYTFJWg/s400/scan0002.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-25942145118748971612010-04-14T14:35:00.000-06:002010-04-14T15:00:59.800-06:00Random Fun<div style="text-align: left;">Feb 5th</div><div>...She licked the platter clean...<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJ1sRagEFRCiVwU63G-7MyUuq4G7cG8XrdCsqJKCE_nnqY1RqALzb3FoaPPk3FE_PuFB4AhrVucgJ6REp3yn0N2jRZB2rNKO_hjEvt3adq84CjI-U2O3NrNLJfI1CGn_IhkhIbH8GQFM/s320/DSC01864.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuriv_bG5_sPHjfVOwzvcI1sFxVbtVMxEr4EDtM99GZ0e-yOtlVhRkgDXfOOWw6NxcuzUClOK_LRjbilabJYa7D6fbZz2RsLq_q14Wg6oK3amB8zZlz-ETq0be-qck7wdeSvbbdoodnU/s320/DSC01863(1)re.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Feb 6th</div><div>From sweet blue eyes</div><div style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8TG3PcyQ7Fv42jmMmVy7qrlsgIFZ8yMYXZGZt_fC5S2OK44DrhL0lZe1k6cRF5Gf85PnL9HRKnnt4ryxL-_c8Pfp-83kEDUc6HlnFHXGrH3KzGZyD7yOZ5VqkMvhB8KGqLYgNPNJQQs/s320/DSC01866.JPG" /></div><div>to Bedhead</div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFHINva7mnJG5v7Ra_NUr1mMylsEkv6tZUAu6Qb2zNG-V5GmcTamytGf7ATv4Jaf9VZTUT3nIICyDbye_WW9EhkHQL0eiv4M93jEPI8vThjhChc6BEnloxXSA708HB9MVBGR0h0y4pDA/s320/DSC01870(1)re.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><div>Feb 7th</div><div>If ya don't know Ella she does this thing where she balls up her fists, scrunches her face, and goes "Ugghhh!!" Then she laughs at herself because she knows she being funny. Well this is what it looks like:</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILBO5Mt1cNgHi89rbp1GDSmbYwvP7ighMjzvpIzQqCr-4fdFpq9VAiBm315XiB8UnjqrBQ-yPnCnMwId0Kk0ydkLBLnGZKGtF_K6B0scv0PmSZ1tUiy_DU1szkg74I23Q9v9KglWro0Y/s320/DSC01872.JPG" /></div><div>She also likes to stick her finger up her nose for the same reason-for a laugh. She has the best manners :)</div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzKzuq8czIQBeMWyHxfijq1mERpmxvjNbOIoVyXq4o5UllXFdUXZwBJW7c6XhVz88pp0ywpO_4o-EenTDOpD_Ri5utob97FMMWaBrSIA8sCN5C_wS35oexVGmPRyuCTPhRmARG9ma2Tw/s320/DSC01875.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOQ3cs1JGnC-Prn80Z3ncJXde-zNHBKMqb0p8x9diBcXyjwH5N1Qh-0dXalR7G-f_v_tiJkDZ_R1DKTiUPWV86_gZMIJvn1F1eL-Eu_b8JWUSGwccJcCqL-ew-w-oACGA2VVbXwyX7n4/s320/DSC01876.JPG" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Feb 8th</div><div><div>Popsicles-"Oh boy that's cold!"</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KbCFU7z-BkhDH598gJmIFH8F3zmmO0rSrTzS40A0I6HB8nkymZTGErniDMe7cCrmy28QgIULjvQQYhiLAlXNjEaxBZuYzVORtVErJ_mvInTzuiOr9gEMQja_Af8Md_Z3dYrmy6WwV18/s320/DSC01879(1)re.JPG" /></div><div>"Here Dad you have some too!"</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYT26z9XbqYVOGVjfGH9VE_ISWaIEzo-TE2gScWjFd5zrMu6q8XwydIwSG9foYLO4TCom7AwCEhbEqMUL4PiVqxJ1baDRiNJKJZuKkia0F0cik0_WwYYSeVH_Z-MWjGrnlxLJC_Chq_yM/s320/DSC01880.JPG" /></div><div>"This is so fun!"</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhevHP64JJuG9kuOvrIyyksNowDNLJ-ahlyRAk49vUnnpUEd9MZMdhp_QSyXHy6s3-kb8PEzVtlYBsUHSMV9HQoV34851pP-ywAPjbim1iFHoDrUb685-_B3a2ChWPYaaiu7pCyYJuChPc/s320/DSC01882(1)re.JPG" /></div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-24709674642641330992010-04-14T14:09:00.000-06:002010-04-14T14:34:46.211-06:00January<div style="text-align: center; ">Jan. 8, 2010</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Here is Ella with all of her Christmas Treasures and our tree back at home. I think it was a pretty good Christmas for her ;)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5B_hBXoyb_VOlyH3vjbxIAFTTjYLOOrCbkKYWbPcJZtiyMNFkq3obWBhN0P7DNxZHimV25TOUW5geOvNJnRMxy7SHeCfNa7Y-p26_IQwM_gEo_933Tk8dBHU3-cQGum7gs9-KJmi_EA/s320/DSC01830(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Jan. 15, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center; ">This is Ella with her first band aid. She kept trying to pull it off. She was kind of confused about what this sticky thing on her finger was.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNdMhFLDMueuD9tBLZNL6T6f4zS-w_jykZNAehRYqhjwo9xE2avySKJNMwTlt7fBedaKB85ZogLjuTyzOAYt5YOWSbz25myswv9CRApA91U7j1_V-lsFQDekoJky9vilNLteE6hIM3Ns/s320/DSC01831(1)re.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkZNrw2QYyEJqS1Qi3chifXd-yl3Lj3Zz7UYDa2Pmkc2OmMBBbVGsUmrfd65v7WplCKURvNlz9jUqWBQPnC2a4oIvttRcDPqw8c5Zl0MklAS03Hd2yPQVuIc_xI_VmhsuoWmf4zw5lcQ/s320/DSC01834.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Jan 21, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Piggytails!!!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3msHDwvtKfg-S3953zQBrd9evgIOwawFUAyM5HOs2LtvlTDpESaMjN1f3W7bDUOXhJ2A_RI_SyBliQJ46FMosw7xuqEIg8MakggvTqWC9koLUNhLdgGppItg5QiZbassz_sbZd1CVEo8/s320/DSC01845(1)redeye2.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">January 23, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Happy Big 30 Dan!!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">T<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QKbEOVq9cvkRstcrtN4uvSo6pk_hf_fJsGyyGnfOxSkWR9o0338xRKXCUl8ULRuZphlkvrYbj3Qgl_pmViG6xaDLDTRUqHCBIemgcUiNJoJzTQUnxiI97lczUoZxNrPWi1atgfkv9YY/s320/DSC01847.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlQOlrk4FO3Jv7SHSxr0EY357vzKcEmWTDz8pvlU7bze6iTjQOzL9MiK9EH2-Wgd84IL9uKd43w_DkmNmk07MBQuOR6rnnWvSoqLginWHRpWQnajnVhyphenhyphenMhdgpTJn07H1_v_6KePeHkQU/s320/DSC01849.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">The party crowd</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm39nl1WKt0I9iaTj9ntKu7QWJYvNmuMDIGE95TqROnWdEuH6AoWdJwtbqL5w36rMh6QDPI1RcYWTm_1Wv5NakVsBvnLBJxK4V2W1uNdK6jz_c3QdVwFYvXRWg_V19hEu4pb3yA-2xVM/s320/DSC01853.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">The cake- He's too old for individual candles, it's onto decade candles now! :)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBg2BLD5BdQeQPLrIiFiiB_65NjZs1D9zpeV40jO-yDWP5PIOEzVHOYPrQH5VVCb6tAjyzq254hPnMMZmw5-JLPlUhuqdIQTUGZzwDmFZaWhK9AVbtGQfTHrhh6UK62Elzutq3npmpiA/s320/DSC01855(1)rcp.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">The Presents-Before</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2BQo_XE_C3e5sQbLZ2H5qnR2BJv0ucDZ_89M6JwochfLw-nKAO3ypou4F6uy9bvhmpEr9CBCsoSU14y6Wnhyw8CcPV5nWEPJz1mpGlZj6UZVrx_JrYyCy1vLMTv7kznQz5Ma7ofN08s/s320/DSC01856.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Presents-After </div><div style="text-align: center; ">Happy Birthday Dan! I love you!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">January 24, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Bathing Beauty, don't ya love the hair!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt5mZn9-q8CqEBu24fIKDxxdqz_kc_akFuM12tXEusdTTNtBD7SwJssWJ4xuH0QyfkhD-piqtBqUAsP-18mBFMo89ixNC5mO2qa5kiFxn6-GZlaVVStnHsjiqvCAaDrcIiMblLDu2ZVo/s320/DSC01857(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 30, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ella falls asleep in the strangest positions</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlZAPAwgnzXiygLGJIb41NC2KtZE_sqZ_qKgCBzeeGsE8Y88aW5aaLhXzxxFEynfAWSxaSIgZDPV8-lKDQr3xCdoz_5SmjAwwZ7s-lXzxTW-BitxTJ66W6c7jr_X0iLeq1n13wRuc7pQ/s320/DSC01861.JPG" /></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-66800486934983855062010-03-26T13:54:00.000-06:002010-04-14T14:12:26.725-06:001st JeansFor Christmas, my sister Kari and her family got Ella some jeans and a cute shirt. They are her first pair of jeans! They are so stinking cute, with little flowers on the pockets! I love them! They make her look so big, which makes me sad, but I think they are super cute! <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wq76T-eCvFxjddkhwdfuI2rFOHPm-vEQ9LBqfiuDvGaJVN7Ou8Z3MIasSEVSIjWrleq38_UrGO1CCDkgKmpco6yjBX2yu-SpL1JiMUaWUVIMYRf_8HtqhfdlyvcMrLqHUotXqSf7UmU/s320/DSC01820.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxEaWjyeLRfOA2NfPZCrPVunWDKktHigw5v-3y5qMIbE0_iduN4uOaTHRNQ-Dok50_dEllj6zW0tV0flpofwmHivmQbdNoEtlUbuQLdWJBTPwMTYza0wAvH4oXbymUXpXBDf5eIHjJnc/s320/DSC01823.JPG" /></div><div>(I love her face in the 2nd pic, she is scolding me because I'm not holding onto her and she's scared to stand up on her own, even though the couch is holding her up)</div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-86639353460589545062010-03-26T13:24:00.000-06:002010-04-14T14:06:59.845-06:00Christmas and Utah Trip 2009<div style="text-align: left;">Okay so here I am again posting things like 4 months late. Sorry! Here are some pics of Ella's first Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTDMgwDWpzecjydsPovlEPt6Db3rMMHkYB1F9REQMFAqZtJ_QBuZuCa8lyBos5x6LmwcahasOKg8zX121kuzZCQ_lOLqySFV3IMBAgtmDdnk-v79EqSSkK3qSIySAQn1vkvGXOpul2vA/s320/DSC01749.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> It was such a fun day! She caught on really quick to tearing the paper off the presents, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEB4Ix35veOPz39Oui4UVgUUCUzvd9zF25_OB8AsEUwzS71XWfzDYRKFINUTyKBhW-gyjduTrQ4RtftXKZq7Q0oOhes2e0E3Tz0dqT33J0nOwQCjbc0hVqVF6ooNkbo91w6rDtiggKdA/s320/DSC01744.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">but she got a little annoyed with us taking the toys away (so she could open another one) when she finally got the paper off. She didn't really understand why she had to tear off all of this paper over and over. The first few times it was fun, but it got old really quick. She was such a cutie!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later we went to Dan's parents house for a late breakfast.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfhzee83K3cnaAC3UC0wXgKr8DO-6F0_9oGqBj386Qc1HBb7L7vu3F9LqTPz71BbS7GyxKEnwNG2ZHYyZRlbMgcU5W02aAFYFmOBI9I57bH-qlaEAfkUCoOWOAteFmfcqSRUCVXthCtg/s320/DSC01774(1)redeyecrop.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dan's cousin Chris was there with his wife Karen and their son, Ben. Ben is just a couple weeks older than Ella and it was cute to watch them play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_Jcsu_oRR8xMB1-ET8FIJQTNp-JoU9YzT1uqkZDl0OrFpuiobyIbaQKmHHDYEqbMAkrDrnQlzuC7flRBxLDbC6MmjhfkFucKGA0BoxksiQPAUNRT0qcxmIcYsCARnAY8xxqtc2hXFDM/s400/DSC01756.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think we're going to have to work with Ella on playing nice because she was kind of a bully. She kept taking the toy and camera case away from Ben. Then when he would take it back she would freak out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ySi0bMx3AwAkFK04JELSTL4ASMkGHIIbwje3DcSnJfR3v1XhJr06KaP8D6FYLhkcVZLr7So7RChop6cbLY_QVxs3rnBIbqQIH62nlCYYdLSxfqm9hv3wIrilYpoHA-jNSMULRYPJ1As/s320/DSC01760.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSb46pNNX7apqAbQ359Mw837ncQGg9Ga0eVfl2jmjM38b7y6lpFTSTXXWwh59QYgevAqZeebhoVXSmw9VL57GIN2hueygURtkltAiHkutgzDx6JEM1TGUmDWDtLvI-pITq99GP5X2GF0/s320/DSC01762.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ben was so sweet because when she would get upset, he would hand the case back over to her. It was really funny to watch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A little while later it was back to my parents house for presents with my sisters and brother. Ella fell asleep on the drive over there so she missed out on most of the action.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9-GFN8Wapzmg4zfHPeKU5uzAiwg-QrCe9-glvuW7x4vJZtWn7i5AgAPLDcCD3Xg4wJEedyRbtN748zZYgL7DGMDdTU486JNZcodaHhlwpT8X4Ro6bzlk0R-bS_lFrqQkwPgjR6pUp8o/s320/DSC01790.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I love how she's still holding onto the ball she got from Santa)</div><div style="text-align: left;">We all opened presents in a torrent of flying paper:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLjqKXRETI-HAhNK3jxEH1UJ38b0wlGjgxQpAwJ9xU1TfXnyphmLaBRPxPtL153YaTyjsIxwehd95lM1PnibLqvx01_oer6VmQkOoclSeckrEC0vFcYYr6HsARrpFD54yZ8AhTnfOstk/s320/DSC01785.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ESmaOXRa5-ubOU0kEcXUF-R7ITj3HtFopqFcha6vpsJf_ec1UGyMwBjD3IDppXI47_BEGp1HX0pHltw6cbZa0XHcZI02j48mYzvSR3amNvDocVX8gWEai7CWvTYCtDdbsHZ1cLmdCEE/s320/DSC01786.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Look at Kolton's sad face, poor kids had to wait til everyone had a present</div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally the noise woke Ella up and so she too got to open more presents , as you can see she still looked a little sleepy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJHVc4lU8CbDZWbA58CGjCm3Y-x8E9plW-IRenN83ei0Vcnab_vEyAS903hCbA7RJHTM3KeQsyB01LAiJ9ujjAeA03XNL0xjeJIIt8lVoIvRoHIc8OIZqJSxXr2ZSGthKd_wIEdYrdBU/s320/DSC01798.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghwsVCxf733lxunIoM20A3s1_oZT8jf2rF0DoVqP3szKzK7LJ9xJWczYfvI8-bGns0VoIxwPwjLOer4-DTd6E0hIWug7pMbZ2wsIWeFuLfGIBlZqHEKZwdJDkwPjJfYEKzsuHhLlEF16s/s320/DSC01800.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At this point she was really sick of all the paper. She would tear open the package then toss it aside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VsHYb1EQhf8BLrgK45G3X9MVs3595UQgpUqxjn9D7xUsGt-8kA3-bGkNKodCatj_EN40vvVDacJN0yv6ZtS26n-jc8Dh90yIhgnxR7SZIApdkd_mUzlcbNlKDhta-4FfedH8vb00SXk/s320/DSC01794.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While Ella was opening presents Dan was having fun playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos. The story behind the picture: for Christmas we drew Kolton's name and so I bought this game for him. As I packed up the presents to come to Utah, Dan saw the game. He was so bummed when I told him it wasn't for us, it was for Kolton! So I'm glad Kolton let Dan play, maybe someday he can have his own Hungry Hippos game. :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Shortly after all of this fun, my aunts and uncles and cousins and Grandma came over. We had dinner and opened another present. By this time Ella had some energy in her and was being really cute playing around. She loved the little book she got from my Grandma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkmIYahAXGU-_xtxcW-hya41kfzdVduu6cBTYIXv4JL51OU5thK80s0Qeno9WMTZpN2xWHUZLNLa7Zlyu6FfBjxRThR3qEOreWUhUVu4Rf4mQCf6qOD_aA5M7141lahTZEslCXj7aY_E/s320/DSC01814.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To end off the day we went Dan's Grandparents' house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3o0s9xGBoir0-Ce-U9tuhiRjNkrqn9r_y7giY7ceP-NbLza9r3giaiNGtR1zXSb6_qzpKcUS75CH9pJOgi-TbyaUuYTVPLGuLuF3meIISgb6vW4EnwQ3CvY6QqCrI52LMO2UrBxlAQ8/s320/DSC01817(1)r.JPG" /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">We snacked a little bit and just enjoyed their company. Although I think they were enjoying the entertainment from Ella. She definitely knows how to put on a show!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div>While we were on that trip, Stacie brought over the rocking cow (like a rocking horse but a cow) from when her kids were little and Ella thought it was the funnest thing. Kaycie plopped on behind her so she didn't fall off, and away they went.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNXMqQypRmyf9NM6Mnzxmgh7YkvN7JuyfT4FbhicbRqNO7NW9X-C7PP5ZNZV2JOsq_hP6YI8k9dz-Jxy0iJk0rEjsMlKUjUrVvsQOr50POb7UF6JQuUtv9zoOrvVO_dFR9AZss4tE6G0/s320/DSC01817(1)cr.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all it was a great Christmas! It was so much fun to watch Ella open presents and play with her new toys. Christmas has taken on that magic that it used to have when I was a kid. I can't wait until next year when she really knows what's going on and gets really excited about things. I was really glad that we were able to share her first Christmas with both of our families. I feel like we lucked out to even be able to go to Utah for Christmas at all. Residency it pretty busy, but it just so happened that Dan was on an easy month and was able to get some time off for us to go. </div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-72781023609048098872010-02-04T14:54:00.000-07:002010-02-04T15:12:43.944-07:00So SleepyDecember 14th:<div><br /></div><div>Oh, around 5:00 that night, while waiting for Dan to come home from work; Ella and I hung out in the living room. I was sitting doing a puzzle and she was happily playing with her toys on the floor. Now, in case you don't know Ella hated to be on her stomach for the longest time. So to get her to play on her stomach was a long time in the making. So you can imagine my shock when I looked up at this:</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUAQETAgeJ_x9lIpo2umphYw64lXAZ1tSnefR1RLDCuj3g5rxaQpwHqMM3tU_ewPplZ4yls458V3td7bDzNnWAhDZlIT-m6bZDDhpSKqz-Y-RI9hRLIK4bbhdCTNLdunITJ8zz6MS-X0/s400/DSC01717.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I almost thought she had choked or stopped breathing or something! I went over to her and turned out she was just fine; merely sleeping. I thought it was so funny that here she was just quietly playing with her toys and the next second, sound asleep, let alone sound asleep on her stomach!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpE5mjGxlu57xrKVIshRfDr7hS35kA7w8UOpSxWGvybsE7YzGIjfVMYy_wELRmWQFnyd8It3zzniRFv9LROZFeb6u0z3rR2C2rXWsUc6y11BrQ3z_WFZDGeYZ_eyKX3lEdoXuFgbN_ek/s400/DSC01718.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Dan came home and I showed him our little sweetie sleeping under the Christmas tree. He was as surprised as I was-he asked me "Did you make sure she was breathing?!" Of course I did! She slept like that for like an hour and when she woke up this is what she looked like:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9phCEnwCPq8yzuOJBm54N9s0z8o4yxhstNtH9mOvJT-rXEJxoEJqxST_HVETP5HheUEbdkV40QZDLm-18thD3Y5KpAUCX50OmPN5418lE_oLkhpIK8yMHcDlPZ88nlKC0_n5VQztkkc/s400/DSC01720.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYassGfLtOOUsxd1SET4GOLnateghd2Y41HIw9Ghk91Rt7es3_am67bXcXE0NW47F3lp5NB4pxkEd2qBrlkXvihugwfLi1gsKq17Mvvac7Fn7jb3CTugNDAe5vPu0wywuIlTXYjkoYR9w/s400/DSC01721.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think those pictures are so funny. Her poor face. Even though her first stomach sleeping left her like this, it didn't hurt anything, the stomach is now her preferred sleeping position. Some nights we barely lay her in bed and she flips right over to her stomach before you can get the blanket over her! She is such a cute girl!</div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-7761085950001197782010-02-04T14:22:00.000-07:002010-02-04T14:54:46.669-07:00Holly's Birthday!Happy Quarter of a Century!<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">My 25th was back on December 13th. Dan and Ella made it a fun day for me! Ella gave me "Moose Munch;" she knows what I like! Dan gave me cute winter boots. GREAT gift!! I have lived in the midwest for what will be my 5th winter and have had no boots; it was probably time for me to get some, don't ya think?! Dan is so wonderful!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmgO9vju5R0dC6yzX7zzvP06sklTu0emZeFjsk-NLmxEbCNThoiDpEt6r1bzdayDBeHHuR6g-mzxCL3v3JuowQVW18-rZZQWmi5Zf1imdTleulaU1ZlEeH85H3vpTFuHChHuSVqHLB-o/s400/DSC01707(1)re.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxWJCRf9aDrnZ0-s4mheoY85X4ysIAo1oQXjX8y2D233yclawIzrHt16izFllBlUoM8tteVh9OoP_c1cFD3dTPE3OW2Z9_tIRbvGU0AT8Lj1me6_7fNaOOMebdtGvHdsII4vAyzXGn_Q/s400/DSC01709.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Mama's helper :)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Later that night, Dan invited a bunch of people over for cake and ice cream. We had lots of fun people join us!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5hlRPO7ibzsCL0pgvpGbKrTj6HMmUMkb0-RKqNOAxHZpNddbPFTn8FfEN7Sx6v_I44Env3YAK0lMSCUxRJnlEuq1YLHc1TQ8oio082TvbUeJC7-ZoiRO494g7Mz0wvpPWQE86s0LD70/s400/DSC01710.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Mmm, yummy cake!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SIBO49d9AnmcBS0hJP3Wrsia6C-iRtVpthpkg5iVolpn2PvCam0_9ep3ga0FCYENFkth-SVYtYP_8WS2s2jEQq48r15ldM4Blo02bmUQV8XU8J8NiTgdpgRuh1dmaAlYfm_LvPwQQ6U/s400/DSC01711.JPG" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Jennie & Adam; Brandon & Angie-Fellow Residents</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBf8F0f3rbqlzOdBxkp2yKsSnGTga6LUerd_oyWqv5XYpPk19799ZxCPX3E1C9PonNQN4R9HaDSsfdtOHL3Qbh5dTgGNpodDeoTlFH0KHE2NRuVhK1g39m4VS-yRoIdbXELnK9zvrwGM/s400/DSC01712.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Robyn and Kasey</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzv5bihBDPDCTpXx3GLN3L0SibZvOMHyJL9DXV1VKDoMQzhuxKGm4TX1ctIUjxK1xZ1a2gGwO6p0Ux0AhxZociCw1dVsnXdvpU2G05Py4oaKCkSzEnL-sW0NBHcwh1PsGs5KIYlbzIIUM/s400/DSC01713.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Julianne, Bobbi, Seth, Jonathan in back (it kind of looks like shaving cream on his face, but it's not! (hehe) the camera had some weird spots on it)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69SLu1R1HQL_SjBqjvPm5c9kFHjr9UUy57Tv8Qtw6TujLQ5XxyufqQ9x6WLff-bxxle8Lfjk_CKfWryLZ9__z-IFqOU4d8iheQedQo0nIUHOB5ZCPu2k5HUo_1sf6tArA9pWJBh8kz9o/s400/DSC01714.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jonathan& Rollie, Rhece-Adam & Jennie's baby (See no shaving cream;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnhr50qGuAZpvOGGL_suZ8cyPtJROh7PHpK-6B_Ert5jgNv7grSjsmfXtyVspLPPPFK1X14xlYw6kVS7kwH_XWbEx97nsoGRgdClUlILQP5MeobPQxfuexwezWmMuGqRDto5hP3CcuhQs/s400/DSC01715.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am super glad we have this basement! It was really nice to just let all of the kids go downstairs and play! </div><div style="text-align: left;">(On a side note, I think this is the first shot of our basement. It's a little sparse now, but that's alright. See Dan's TV-he's been waiting 5 years for that thing. He has so many other plans in this room to go along with it-he's thinking theatre room, but it was so nice to send kids to play down there, we'll have to see what it becomes :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks for a great birthday!</div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-16672300447509040902010-02-04T14:08:00.000-07:002010-02-04T14:21:59.088-07:00Ella's Coat<div style="text-align: left;">December 12, 2009:</div><div><br /></div><div>We put Ella in her coat and then we put her in her car seat:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-JSYNd3xbtly3TyC4z3uEBIT2hJ_nfl6Kgq6Yhj-QmIcWZvGtoKA1nILnNoCvvj6ADq1umSuoMuF3nIQQbVLVCXgGneRO9Rq-wQ5RHofyEw3_VjLztehmz0tsTSc6ptmk1jLN1KgqrI/s400/DSC01706(1)re.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">poor girl couldn't even move; her arms were just stuck like that. I bet she couldn't breathe either. Poor girl :( Notice the binkie, she was trying so hard to get it in her mouth, but it just wouldn't work. We felt so bad that for the rest of the month we didn't put her coat on her, we just wrapped her up really good in blankets and stuck her in the car seat. We had a new car seat that was bigger, but we didn't want the airline to destroy it when we went to Utah for Christmas, so we waited to open it. When we got home from our Christmas trip, we moved her to the new car seat so now is is warm and can breathe. I was really sad to give up her little carrier car seat. I felt like we could go more places and she still would get a nap; It was so nice just to leave her in there if she was asleep. Oh well, I guess my baby isn't a baby anymore. </div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-56749229895965868732010-02-04T14:04:00.000-07:002010-02-04T14:14:01.051-07:00Snow!<div style="text-align: left;">I know I am like 2 months behind on posting my pictures-so I'm going to try and catch up!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These pictures are from a snow storm that hit us back on December 10th. The weatherman was calling it a blizzard. I don't remember being in a blizzard before, so it was kind of fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCeTt2BjCvTWCLxNCApA3FshgoH6YQyDXcq2cDBdZSbfLmn7EFWRSOXTF-YJhiBFuQeycqeUxtpsxBwdfLW9DyzC-c8yUAIsMkY_Sjn5IOzxerhA-zHug8Ovg_TXqi8fhzgbY11Z5mEY/s400/DSC01696.JPG" /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTV0R4llPtbaNvag-VTzTGmLJxzBnIP5AismfRu_9K93r1TAmi6yijr-1Ixm1f83lcRpoZpxiLYmr20pm4B7jYveI65xcLqHM-88PoMJqJf93JGfvwf4uAT88xzWzs7gUXYwjJQ-LrEc/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTV0R4llPtbaNvag-VTzTGmLJxzBnIP5AismfRu_9K93r1TAmi6yijr-1Ixm1f83lcRpoZpxiLYmr20pm4B7jYveI65xcLqHM-88PoMJqJf93JGfvwf4uAT88xzWzs7gUXYwjJQ-LrEc/s400/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434498868238093362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGPQ3q3m2jMI83LEYpBalgN49xRbZ49kVsozxq01IhXqc4EnPrAtnnIG3Hml17N00YLPwIeOFQD8W7S0ggOXkr6z3nr7ynV8gY18gx4kSTL638bG7jNQ5mp1bP5i4NIEKjfv2zoIUXjg/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGPQ3q3m2jMI83LEYpBalgN49xRbZ49kVsozxq01IhXqc4EnPrAtnnIG3Hml17N00YLPwIeOFQD8W7S0ggOXkr6z3nr7ynV8gY18gx4kSTL638bG7jNQ5mp1bP5i4NIEKjfv2zoIUXjg/s400/DSC01697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434498862846444818" /></a>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-82910992639366722262010-01-06T17:01:00.001-07:002010-01-06T17:09:06.687-07:00Ha ha..<div style="text-align: left;">I know I shouldn't be letting Ella play with a medicine bottle, but this one was empty (I know that is not a good excuse). I thought it was so funny that she was trying to suck on the cap like she does her binky. So I snapped some pics then I took the "toy" away. Thought I'd share...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfAXHz2KM9X3S3QMW9mqcBJUdDxZi5gIm96bp865Wx8lqjn547HWUdGkWntTz-ZIdKdD1WYYGHgqvLTEO99PuGrl7nojhp1NmkVhvsExtg2VwEOkcbEb36oPFSAtIy20JzZfZZlgeEbk/s400/DSC01686.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it just me or is that picture hilarious?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4hJh0n-zWovOge3EkeP6ryHcntTSCFAwBMOS_0BqTBJDoyQXstz9cfQc-9FORridr4FiinwANgXYyLYvUymYIb6Pvx8dI5wZfq0hmhkgOoTWIwwe-HmE3SSb-OSVvBdZuO0fQCcud_8/s320/DSC01687.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh geez, that girl cracks me up!</div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-74389752349663505712010-01-06T16:52:00.000-07:002010-01-06T17:00:34.598-07:00Happy Thanksgiving!<div style="text-align: left;">I am thankful for:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZujdgVKfwFfmy-dYeZogRmvUG6owkO1P5wj2QaHmAdw-lU1jly1roBAk_BUCoxiVQZgnzV0PzOuXKvovdQAlqTwWI6B46CcNJDiltKAQS7pwHZA4yggTjuLVZfegqcuUbdiz2G4EaG0/s320/DSC01679.JPG" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">my sweet little girl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18xUgQcVP7ReCxuF8IOlCX2p8GZrtzIkcB3jBctaJiGvrCh8rpdRwDd9L-alROr0j1T7j9kS3cZF4CUsCvj60QmGgDHb09PoNImsJEmZFCNnjjCXBQ3tHxJwPaq_E51yZo0dX0Ew1_aA/s320/DSC01683.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My loving hubby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpplPrRyNoKIOT7IgV3HB-Q5enktiZnc5S9jFoNSD8XAQdHtl0WjUZGO7zLOr5S1sMBY9PnMg6uDMg0J38YGTeaK3nI9HM8nPMzacHiUfv5V_hjwgLntu9dPCt_TD9ZsxEEQveXhB4JE/s320/DSC01684.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A happily ever after family</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhguAKqaSk8tNtj_8nh6gB3luYjFJ8V51zaWzLgxUTvemqHZj2__waRUuY_8U3sM8BzY6zIMMPI069A-FKL51MV2TsebfldLkg_-fDbRLZOXccC_DfTXbQ2AT6_9igZXiJIQ4z8jvcRg/s320/DSC01681.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And a perfect pie crust! </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Pie crusts and I have struggled over the past few years, but this year it came out BeaUtifuL!!!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, (not pictured) the Wyatts, Greens, and Gibsons for sharing this holiday with us! Thanks guys! :)</div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-89882487725783692612010-01-06T16:02:00.000-07:002010-01-06T16:47:18.716-07:009 months<div style="text-align: center;">I know this is a little late, but better late then never, right?! These pictures are from when Ella turned 9 months old. She sure is a cutie!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUjExmy3Xgee3VLUvMFYA8Dh7Lpfr_RUqcA-OXROm9PBc_AQ3uFrIv3e8gSBe2BdzQpsEiY0zOwJ3xJe3KmoJbCyrCK8Ryw5yTr3YUoiFIoVBzUWuZLGFHuqA0Jvaf5HZSOcADqv-SZHk/s320/DSC01669sepcropped.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k5QYwALUgjkS-imvoeb6wHfpFUBp-K1rAN5EsfT1SDtEuMT9N1za_Db7DPFrn7rNYGclz_z7N9v-Y_ttU_KkbIiKnz5ndzLXsDm0R0rGqicRs1yog7r6gKyH7ykEly0Cl8iSG0oOsN8/s320/DSC01657septurn.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzO26rEtVNptrR7eYTqggIIYEGGlsfUxto_JUDYNSoyAU9fncdCfeREc1lQb6e34OxLgLiXPjDOsDyNAGit8EC9v_TidSuQ_vtfOff4ny_knO9RdjWMCfjNIUVKYOtieIhuezI3r0Qb9g/s320/DSC01662sepsq.jpg" /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-77543918337965406352009-11-16T13:31:00.000-07:002010-01-06T16:17:39.353-07:00Ella's new things<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg', serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; ">(this is an old post I forgot to publish)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg', serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "></span>On Tuesday, Nov. 3, Dan was on call at the hospital and had to stay over night. So, since Dan couldn't come to us, Ella and I went to him. We went to the hospital and met him for lunch. When we were done, Dan walked us back out to the car. As I Dan getting ready to walk away from the car he peeked in the back window and gave Ella a wave goodbye. The sweet little girl looked up, smiled and waved back! Dan was shocked! He can back up to my door and told me that she just waved bye to him. So he did it again, and so did she. I turned around and looked over the seat at her as he did it one more time. Sure enough she waved right back! Cute little girl. I didn't even realize we had waved to her that often but apparently it was enough for her to learn how to do it! She'd such a smartie!</div><div><br /></div><div>While Dan's parents were here visiting Nov. 4-11, Dan's mom taught our little Ella Bella how to give kisses. It's so cute. A couple days later I was playing with her, doing different faces. Well, I did a fishy face with my lips out; Ella must've thought I wanted a kiss so she pushed her little face up to mine and gave me a kiss right on my lips! I wasn't even expecting it. She's so sweet.</div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-57447184391754506922009-11-16T13:01:00.000-07:002009-11-16T13:21:05.900-07:00Mommy's Helper<div style="text-align: left;">A few weeks ago I was working on the computer and Ella was quietly playing on the floor beside me. My sweet little girl decided I needed some "help" with my crafts. Earlier I had gone looking for a scrap of fabric in my fabric box and when I was finished I left it sitting out on the floor. My lil cutie couldn't resist helping me find my fabric while I was busy with other things. When I looked down at her this is what I saw: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSoGZvWyakYi3WOJAtx65OhN3n71-HkDduIbfPn7mZ2RRPPWB5rkid6liH7mfmMQTHWlxoe8Bw_PzmRG5MgiKVP5s1B7O5owaIGD4-6aJBZz4bOt17VBcdYcsoOax_yZ429V27XVw8d0/s400/DSC01615.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Too cute. She spread that fabric clear around the room. So I took a picture, instead of cleaning up the mess. Well the next day, I was looking up something on the computer so I set Ella back down on the floor to play. (with the fabric from the previous day, of course :) She decided the fabric wasn't the only crafting supply I needed, so she proceeded to empty my shoe box of other crafting odds, such as wire, thread, curling ribbon etc. (notice the last one wrapped around her waist :0) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQ0lBZ6WO2zEbsHiEe_pSykyS3UJTSZ3fg7N3JU_Ac_JgY4jMB8dkMmY1wKs3dz14zZJhb45xafvK5XGd18HskxebTuhcQ4YFw02pLW6bSsIhCe7KK1lXjoIECMEDCgTzWotsAfdyW5g/s400/DSC01616(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my little helper! </div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-864158417751740550.post-31284008731404750552009-11-01T16:31:00.000-07:002009-11-01T17:29:59.418-07:00Happy HalloweenElla's First Halloween:<div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeMtvh8XSg7KB_simtYt3965gz4XMc9P6EvZ0wZxk1uWFUUeCdhULT3Eu-qIlXJrk8z_A1JV8D_8OR5ZKH0z9taBm5NGtqcfw_1kCeleaEiqpwkBNnSQrIv8zocV3Tlw9pQ_DIzR6K4A/s400/DSC01623(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div>For Halloween we dressed up Ella as a chick. On Friday the 30th, Ella and Holly went to the ward Trunk or Treat. We dressed her up in her little fluff and Holly dressed up as a cowgirl. (Sorry no pics) Dan met us there later after he got off work. A lot of people from the ward gave him a lot of slack for being "so original" with his costume. He didn't have time to change after work so he came to the church in his work scrubs. So the doc dressed up as a doc ;) Anyway, Ella looked so cute and was so interested in all of the people in their costumes.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Halloween, in preparation for the Trick or Treaters, I opened all the candy and put it in a bowl. I set the bowl on the floor in the living room so it would be handy when the kids started coming. Ella was sitting in the living room playing with her toys; I walked out of the room and when I came back this is what I saw:</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2e3mSxCJT4W8_joM6Eg0q-ekmTzmYNRlBT1vFC1pNXCbhtv3_L5FyUqxaklv4r0GgbvpPfk6r6M6xPQDbDLBRvODsLYxO7IMBiq_76thlO7GIvZlaJnsrdMbNp69XCj3ZY-aKAexSe0/s400/DSC01617(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">She wanted that candy so bad. She ended up working herself forward enough so that she could grab it and go to town.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgox-iwKAQZ_xy7-nydm18MYFR91ks4oey0DPiFcUfZznPujAXmNJgAfcJC1ghMdTSJ1MywpWrVdsLw073lzdYBk2I451cNQ7RSPY6wvYF7VQuPgmqJqKoSMdwNC9fiCn2VJH3-febCl9M/s400/DSC01618(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Got it!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_On2CS2mUeKUCXQD-miN4t7aAmuI1lz4Lv5HrPIrDESa_CYksZp3xNS8wWFQgqWhdvYAacOV9G54gaYXWnYiCqjpV9-XqZU5SBoIk6eFe1KKocGW-LMzWslnOIQS5WM-nwkoJhyphenhyphenBJvU/s400/DSC01621.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Which one should I eat?</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguK2EkGTyeqojjOo5T6QrmD3nrV8ZIRvR-Y1Kz2x2wQAZY8PeN7sr9C0D_zxkJnAYxM7ZJAVUNLVqHHghupSEt5-TpIBrnH1hWHBnS164r_IZgmVO9ajPjwKequIFV6iQUC68DONTrEGE/s400/DSC01619.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I think I'll eat the Starburst</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfpEOOAJS3WFyfblTqLWhSieYTZPEl6BzB7gdkeZ2h-K5U4KOcRm2NW7_8CSMfvwts5uppWtqUPGmTey8QuoYLgu9BrAgZMN3mSePzAGztT8_jbKtSqqEaU4e-0oAabSydAIXe58eZUQ/s400/DSC01620.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Good Choice</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupI_hDZOZfxoEXpA8zR3bjacBbBOLy-kpqdCkTKhBMvhv-MfdppcnhfHv1V85dfJDQsHEyhyphenhypheneoEFMn0eG09mOWqTddSUSIyX8yN26nA9mTrJQU1kUCUemqm3Zjk_3EmeKeyIEvGWqrbA/s400/DSC01622.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">A couple weeks ago we went to a place called "Gene the Pumpkin Man" for a playgroup and got a bunch of pumpkins. Gene's farm was pretty awesome. He had big barns that were painted bright orange, he had a big orange cadillac and Gene himself was dressed from head to toe in hunter's orange. He was the coolest old guy. On Halloween morning, we got up early and carved our pumpkins. (we had a pretty busy week and with Dan's schedule that was the only time we could get it done) We carved a little pumpkin family. Aren't they cute?</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4NDiQmhAKxjl35gUyyPxXQ10N7NWlCJTQURG4jA3Gsk4rnczooPLkID7Zkj56_mpopfChd07ujgYn2eMyxyourQedFOzbpU9tOm86BDkn2CS9jvDM7IsdrsVk91BP_Fk282bWih7C3Q/s400/DSC01636.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOnKwNTlzMMN5J0RTWDcfsGXCGgHv9K8ZFS1Ey62h2ISv57dxYQqj1fIw8eLvQlQjVyM-2vMVf7-39pBHSA5cJFlmIjKQDreV6R4xETfsSLWYSl0qhmGHaVpl5bbw9g715bSDIaONtjc/s400/DSC01626(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">We ended up having a ton of trick or treaters in our neighborhood. I thought we'd have some extra candy for us to eat. But we ended up running out. Good thing we had some caramels in the cabinet for a recipe I was going to make. I guess maybe we should have taken Ella trick or treating so we would've had some treats :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's my little Chickie and Dan, in his classic Halloween tee</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWoeGysxG1zKKNguIT1or6WxuZqncSgu8JwxRn8eDvSM6cL_HsWodleNBovue-uFht95OsS4V61iB2D1uD8qoXOm-bBRPLPmf7Ihpn6CQN2t3UYwm8kcewPYVssXZOUewXAtSLxqNeOU/s400/DSC01644.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She looks sleepy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm9ZtHGvDglwzzktSEPqkMuqFdInU-D-sRjhiO2CKRLa4HN4yN1gEjstcO4Shw-qqB0QF_RwFfHFIXUZRxnAZu1WJ0tHH83xV1nrqcxoAbFTVVqNlxEf7XwxWeZy5bZfRzi68Zfcubls/s400/DSC01638(1)reye.JPG" /></div><div>We finished our Halloween adventures by going to Dominic's party. Mike told Dan "Your daughter is the cutest chick at this party!" Boy was he right! </div>Dan and Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07623831294746800736noreply@blogger.com2