tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51212540475344221062024-03-05T16:24:04.746-07:00The Ottosen Empiredanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-18101548610033493672015-01-14T14:02:00.000-07:002015-01-14T14:02:43.305-07:00Dallin and Laurelin.Wow how time flies when you are just loving your babies. I can not believe that they will be 8 months in 6 days. <br />
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The twins were born on May 20, 2014. Dallin was born at 6:20pm and Laurelin was born at 6:33 pm. They were born at 36 weeks 3 days. Dallin was 5lbs 4oz and Laurelin was 5lbs 3 oz. <br />
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Dallin now ways 18+ pounds and Laurelin is 14+pounds. <br />
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danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-59557027313841637212014-05-09T00:28:00.001-06:002014-05-09T00:28:30.306-06:00Dallin and Laurelin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am 34 weeks and 6 days pregnant with twins.</div>
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We are having a boy and a girl.</div>
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Dallin and Laurelin. </div>
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We are super excited. </div>
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We went through a lot of heartache to get them here. </div>
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They are so wanted and loved already. </div>
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No more than 3 weeks until we get to meet them.</div>
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Hold them, kiss them.</div>
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This month also Joshua turns 7 on May 19th.</div>
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Caleb turns 14 on May 24th.</div>
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Marysa turns 12 on May 28th. </div>
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When the babies come 5 of my 7 kids will have birthday's in May. </div>
danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-24088687453186851622013-08-20T14:12:00.003-06:002013-08-20T14:12:47.914-06:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">This Blog is being done by Andrew so it won't be as good as Danette's but here I go:</span><br />
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<strong><u>How Life Has Been Lately......</u></strong><br />
Our Son Caleb has got sick almost 2 weeks ago. We first thought it was the flu. He had a hard time eating. It hurt so bad going down his throat that he wouldn't eat. Those who know Caleb know this is a big thing for him. He lost enough weight that they put him in the hospital to hydrate him and get him eating. After many tests, a transfer to Primary Childrens hospital in Salt Lake City , and an operation that used scoped his throat they found he had blisters down his esophagus they think are related to cold sores(they are still doing tests on a sample they took to confirm this). They put him on a medicine to help this and he is doing way better. He left the hospital on Saturday hydrated and eating. The pain is still there but not very strong. He is eating and should be well enough to start school this Thursday.<br />
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There were many people who asked about this and expressed support. Thank you to Amber(Danette's sister) for baby sitting, Sister Gilbert for the food, and Trudy, Sister Livingston(I am bad with names so I am sorry if I messed this up!), and Sister Pratt for help cleaning the house, and Darwin and Wanda and Amber for transportation help. It looked Nice. I could have done better getting the word out. Thank you to you all for the support and prayers!! It really means a lot!<br />
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<strong><u>Fun for the Rest of us</u></strong><br />
Marysa, Azalea, Joshua, and Eli were very patient last week. Marysa showed lots of confidence and competence in those times that she spent watching the kids while Me and Danette were with Caleb. Before this came up we had scheduled with My Dad and Uncle, My brother Peter and his wife Julie, and our family to visit my Uncles cabin. I felt the healthy four deserved fun so I left Primary childrens on Friday night so we could spend Saturday at the cabin. <br />
<br />The day started out lucky: With a double yolk egg:<br />
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We had lots of fun riding horses <br />
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Eli rode a horse hanging onto Marysa but I didn't get a picture. I got this picture. My uncle made Marysa and Azalea not wear sandles. Eli saw them trying on cowboy boots and had to participate. He was quite mad that we didn't let him wear the boots in the picture outside and around the horses.<br />
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It is Eli's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I know Danette has already done something on facebook, but I thought I would add that Eli has the ability to fall asleep almost everywhere and in any position. Remember we didn't pose or effect these positions in anyway. He did this all by himself. Each one of these occurred on a different day:</div>
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danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-77045163716998314952013-07-24T19:53:00.002-06:002013-07-24T19:53:44.996-06:00Life is hard.I wish I could explain well how life has been hard. First off I know I have many blessings. Yet life has still be really hard.<br />
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Especially the last month. <br />
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On June 1st we found out we where expecting again. Are baby was due February 11. I have always wanted a February baby. I don't really know why I just have. Things where going good at first. Really good. My last two miscarriages before this ended at 5 1/2 weeks. This time things looked at six weeks. <br />
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I flew to Texas on June 20th to be with my parents and siblings. It was to be a fun time, but it really wasn't. <br />
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On June 22 at about 2 am I could felt a gush of blood. It was scary. It stopped as fast as it started. I called the Doctor in the morning and was told to stay in bed, and if I started bleeding again that I should go straight to the er. At about noon it started again. So off to the ER I went. It took 7 hours to fully be seen. They did an ultra sound and there was a baby and a heart beat. The baby was measuring about 4 days short. They told me things looked well.<br />
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I got back into Payson on the 26th. On the 27th I went to see my Doctor. A ultra sound was done and there was a baby. It was now about 6 days behind. It also had a low heart beat. I was told at this time that it was a 50/50 chance I would miscarry. <br />
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It was a long week. A lot of prayer was said in hopes that the baby would live and grow well.<br />
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On July 5th we went to see the doctor again. They did an ultra sound. This time there was no heart beat the baby was dead. <br />
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On July 17th almost 2 weeks after we found out the baby had died, I had a D&C because my body had not passed the baby yet. <br />
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It has been one week since, my baby left. It has been a hard hard week. <br />
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Emotionally, spiritually, physically. <br />
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Life has been hard for almost 2 years now. I am coming up on the 2 year anniversary of my brain tumor. I am also coming up on the one year anniversary of a miscarriage. I am coming up on the due date of another miscarriage I had back in February. I miscarried on August 20th 2012, I miscarried on January 1st 2013, that baby was due August 28th. <br />
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I am angry. Mostly at God. This is just the tip of the ice burg about what the last two years have been like. I have been spiritually struggling for the last two years. I pray, I read my scriptures, I pay my tithing, I go to the temple. I am still struggling. <br />
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I don't want to hide anymore that I am struggling. I am. I feel deceived. I feel bullied. I feel like I am just not good enough.<br />
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I keep wondering. How did I get to this point. How is it that I was raised in the Church. I have always gone. I have always tried (most of the time) to do what is right. <br />
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Yet I feel like God doesn't like me. I have a low self esteem. I feel like the sorry one. The one everyone is sorry for in the ward. The one that needs lot and lots of help. <br />
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I am lost. I feel like a baby when it comes to the Gospel. I don't understand a lot of it. I feel like I misunderstood everything I was ever taught. <br />
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Life is hard. danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-48728514249614863912013-05-24T17:12:00.000-06:002013-05-24T17:12:16.551-06:00Birthday Month.It is birthday month at our house. 3 of my 5 kids birthdays are in May.<br />
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Joshua Keith turned 6 this past Sunday. He was born at 4:45am on May 19th 2007. Joshua still likes to suck his finger and twist his hair while he is sucking his finger. He may not read very well yet but he can watch you do one thing on the computer and than do it himself.<br />
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Joshua saw me do this picture for him.<br />
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Josh went and did this picture all by himself. His sister did help him spell the words. Joshua started from the beginning. He got himself on the internet found Ipiccy. He did this all by himself. He is like his dad and he just gets the computer. He still loves to sit on my lap. He loves watermelon. He loves get a quick ride from his Grandpa Ottosen's motorcycle. <br />
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Caleb Nephi turns 13 today. He was born at 4:19am on May 24, 2000. I still can not believe that I am officially the mother of a teenager. I do not feel old enough. He is such a great kid. He was student of the month in February at his school. All of his teachers love him. He helps me out when I need it. He is taller than me. It feels like 5 inches but it may be only 2. He loves BYU. He struggles with reading but he still loves school. He is kind to everyone. Maybe one of the reasons I am somewhat scared of teenage years is because Caleb still has that innocence about him. He loves playing soccer. He loves mindcraft on the computer . <br />
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Marysa Madeline turns 11 on May 28. She was born at 11:37am on May 28th 2002. She was 4 days over due. She was due on her brother Caleb's birthday. Marysa is beautiful. I look at her and think sometimes how can I be her mom when she is so pretty and I just average. She loves soccer, and basketball. I was her coach this year for basketball and soccer only soccer because no other parent would do it. Basketball because I love basketball. She reads really, really well. Her favorite book to read right know the Twilight series. Boys are starting to really like her, and she is starting to like boys. Like, like each other. I am so not ready for this. She loves to sing. I think she is pretty good at it too. She is a great baby sitter. </div>
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Eli will be 3 in August<br />
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My kids mean the world to me. I love being their mom. I feel so blessed and grateful for them. They are my everything. I tell my kids all the time how glad I am that I get to be their mom. I love watching them grow. I love watching them learn. I love watching them become who they are, what they love. The last 9 months have been hard, because I have miscarried twice. But these kids they keep me going. They feel my heart. danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-83513516229299278212012-11-22T00:17:00.000-07:002012-11-22T00:17:47.403-07:00Azalea is 7.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Azalea turned 7 on November 17th. She had a great birthday. I am so grateful she is my daughter. Azalea was a long awaited for. It took me two years to get pregnant with her. She is everything. She has one of the kindest hearts. She knows when I am sad and will write me "I Love you Mom " notes. </div>
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Today I took her to get a present with the $10 dollars her Grandma and Grandpa Tolman gave her for her birthday. We went to the dollar store. She was so kind. She bought something for her brothers and sister. Even our cat Lady. I told her she didn't have to, that the money was hers and to get whatever she wanted. </div>
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Azalea said that she wanted to get her brothers and sister something. She amazes me. </div>
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Azalea loves butterflies. She loves all animals. When I took her to the dollar store today she picked out a nest with fake eggs in it. She loves, loves animals, bugs. One of her favorite animals is a snake. Her absolute favorite animal is a horse. </div>
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This picture was taken at Devil's Garden. She loved it. She ran all over the place. The rocks where huge she would just run and jump. At times it scared me so much. She was in heaven. <br />
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I took her and Joshua up Santaquin Canyon. She loved being there. Again she was all over the place. We spent about 3 hours up there and she never complained. She loves being out doors. <br />
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She collected so many leaves this year. She loved every leaf. She sees their beauty. <br />
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I am so blessed to be her mom. She someday's drives me crazy, but she is forgiving, she is kind, she is helpful, she shows compassion, and she is amazing. </div>
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Later that night I started dinner. I tuned on the oven. Eli is really careful when the oven is on. I was getting dinner ready so I could put it in the oven. After a while I turned around and saw flames in the oven. I opened it up and realized that there was 2 plastic containers in the oven. Eli must have put them there earlier during the day. It scared me and I told Marysa to take the kids outside while I put the fire out. Our house smelled like burnt plastic for a long time. <br />
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This is what happens when your 2 year old plays in the kitchen. These plastic containers are destroyed. </div>
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I am doing a lot better than I was a year ago. I am still having a few side effects of the surgery though. The left side of my face is still numb. Yet it is hurts all day everyday. It feels like you do when you go to the dentist and get numbing shots in your mouth. At times it feels like when your hand falls a sleep. It mostly feels like I have a really tight pulling mask on the left side my face. If a bug lands on face I don't really feel, but my face all of a sudden freaks out. It starts tingling. Even typing about my face right now it is starting to tingle like crazy. </div>
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My left eye still has problems too. I do not get tears in that I when I cry. However when I exercise my eye will get tears in it. However when I exercise my nose on the left side will just run and run and run. I can't feel it running because I can't really feel that side of my face. So I know my nose is runny as soon as it hits my mouth and I can taste it. My vision in my left eye can go from bad to good to bad to good all day long. Thank goodness my right eye has perfect vision.</div>
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The good news is that my left eye can move. Right after my surgery my left eye could not move to the outside It could move to the inside . Now my eye moves in both directions. My eye lid is still a little droopy but it is a lot better than it was a year ago. </div>
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This is what I looked like a year ago. This is the first picture I took of myself. I have taken quite a few of myself over the last year.</div>
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This is another picture I took. In this picture you can see my staples. I had about 35 in my head. Which by the way because the left side of my face is numb it never hurt having 35 staples in my head.<br />
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This picture is about 3 months after surgery.</div>
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This is about 4 months after surgery<br />
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This picture is about 5 months after surgery.</div>
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This is about 6 months after surgery. My left eye is starting to look better. It isn't drooping as much.</div>
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This is about 7 months. My eye is starting to look a lot better. My hair is starting to get long. Ha ha that is long from being bald.</div>
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This picture was taken about 8 months.<br />
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This picture was taken about 9 months after surgery.</div>
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This picture was taken at about 11 months after surgery. I was finally able to pull my hair back in to piggy tails.</div>
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This picture was taken about a week after my one year anniversary date. I can now pull my hair back in one pony tail. My hair is still in this I really hate it phase, but hopefully soon I will really like having longer hair. </div>
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So overall I am doing great. I have had a lot of up an downs. I am able to do everything I want again. I can play basketball. I can have a baby if I want too. Which I do. In fact I was pregnant but I miscarried about 6 weeks ago. I was only about 5 weeks pregnant. I can do anything I want. I am excited that even though I look a little off now and my face hurts still. At least I am still alive and I can do anything I want. What I a want to do is be a good mother and wife. And play basketball and one day become a professional photographer. </div>
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<br />danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-37885246086663300562012-09-17T11:58:00.001-06:002012-09-17T11:58:33.850-06:00Eli the Chef<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Eli is a great Chef, in the making. He loves to play in the kitchen. He can play in the kitchen for hours if I let him. Last week he helped me make muffins. I put the pouch in he add the water and he stirred it. He was in heaven. I helped him put the mixture in the muffin pan. He also helped me carry it to the oven. </div>
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This morning he made eggs. I was surprised. I had put the pan and the eggs on the stove. Turned around for not even a minute. When I turned back around I saw that he was messing with the egg carton. I told him to stop messing with the eggs. I looked over at the pan and noticed that he had put an egg in the pan. The reason he was messing around with the egg carton, was because he was putting the broken shell back in the egg carton. I than grabbed the camera and asked him to put an another egg in the frying pan. I than of coarse took pictures of him making eggs.</div>
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This is a picture of the first and second egg Eli put in the frying pan.<br />
The first egg he put in is perfect. There was no even one shell.<br />
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Here is the first picture of I got of him putting the egg in the frying pan.<br />
Eli was standing on the ground and could not see inside the frying pan. After this picture I went and grabbed the stool so that he could see into the frying pan and also so he would not burn himself, because the stove was now on. <br />
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Here is Eli hitting the egg on the stove top so the egg can crack. I never taught him this. Yet I know he learned this from watching me and Andrew cook all the time. If we are cooking Eli is there watching us. He is cracking the egg just like his dad does. </div>
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I think I let Eli crack like 6 eggs. He did a great job. He new when it was time to stop hitting the egg on the stove and to open the egg over the frying pan. He also new not to put the shells in with the eggs. </div>
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Here is Eli stirring the eggs. He knows that the frying pan gets hot so he makes sure he doesn't touch it. </div>
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Eli cooked better than I did this morning. He cracked a lot of eggs open and I cracked one open. Guess what there was egg shells in the egg that I cracked open. Eli only had one egg where he got egg shells in it. I know he will be cooking better than me by time he is well today two years old.</div>
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We went to the Natural History Museum in Salt Lake City.</div>
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<br /></div>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-90187908057905577352012-07-09T20:16:00.001-06:002012-07-09T20:16:12.727-06:00Dear Danette,<br />
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Please post something on me. You have so much good to say and show. <br />
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Love your husbanddanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-50209223918057413072012-03-20T09:17:00.000-06:002012-03-20T09:17:08.608-06:00Heart acheYes, here I go again to write about something that is hurting. I have been thinking about why I have been so sad for. At this moment my heart aches. I wonder if ourselves can bring up feelings from the past. I just realized that 8 years ago on the 11th of March I found out that my baby had died. Yes I was only 14 weeks pregnant but my baby had died. On the 18th of March I delivered to me a prefect beautiful baby. My heart was so broken. <br />
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Yes, I maybe crazy, but Andrew and I started trying to get pregnant again. When and if I do it will be my 9th pregnancy and hopefully my 6th child. Yesterday I found out I wasn't pregnant. My heart aches. I have had feeling that another child is to come to our family. I have had these feelings come right before I found out I had a brain tumor. <br />
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I remember thinking why I kept having these feelings that a child was to come to our house when I new something was wrong with me. I had this thought that came to me was yes, something is wrong but you will get better fast and this spirit will still come to you. About 2 weeks later I found out I had a brain tumor. So even though we have only be trying for the last 3 months, it feels a lot longer than that. I had to wait while I recovered from my brain surgery. <br />
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Anyways it still makes my heart ache. I wonder if I am feeling more heart ache because of two things not being pregnant and remembering the loss of my 2nd miscarriage. <br />
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I am off to play basketball. That always seems to help.danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-31857645598960423692012-03-12T11:27:00.001-06:002012-03-12T11:28:51.870-06:00I am feeling broken.I feel so broken. I feel sad. I feel anger. I feel hurt. I feel pain. <br />
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Yesterday, was hard. Oh it was so hard. I feel like I am nothing special. Like I am worthless. <br />
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We are to feel so good at church. We are to feel peace. We are to feel loved. No I didn't feel any of it. I felt stupid. I felt that the church doesn't want me. I feel the church doesn't need me. I feel the church sees me broken. I feel the church does think I have potential. I am useless. I am just not really needed. <br />
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I guess I should tell the story. The story is just me. The story is my thoughts alone. <br />
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I have out of young women's for 14 years now. For the last 14 years I have been in relief society. I have never been called to serve in Young Women's or Primary. I did serve in nursery for about 6 months. I am starting to wonder why the Lord doesn't want me to have any of these callings. It so breaks my heart when I see others in them. I get jealous, when women younger than me are called as presidents in these callings. Crazy I know. Yet that is how I feel. <br />
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I have heard well you have a large family, little kids. Maybe this would work if every mother with little kids wasn't allowed in primary or young women's. So what I must also suck at being a mom. <br />
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What really got to me was seeing how this lady in my ward who just moved in became a teacher in primary and is able to be a girls camp director. She is like me as in she had kids. It hurts. I don't want it to. It does hurt. I makes me feel like I am just not good enough. I must be broken. I am not strong enough. <br />
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What also happened is Andrew's primary partner moved. So I was asked to sit in with Andrew while he teaches. Anyways that Sunday I sat with Andrew's class during primary time so that Andrew could go to priesthood. The next day Andrew get a call and he is told that he is being released. He was told that they want us to take the Family Relations class during Sunday school. <br />
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One I feel like Andrew was released because the didn't really want me in the primary. Two because they must think that Andrew and I have a really bad family relations. I have already taken that class once or twice. <br />
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A while back someone in Sacrament meeting was talking and was saying that when he became a I think it was a elders quorum president he felt over whelmed. Than he said but I knew the Lord saw potential in me. You know the thought that came to me was. There is your answer you are not becoming anything because the Lord sees no potential in you. Yes that is answer that come in sacrament meeting. I know it was most likely satan. But still. <br />
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I feel like everyone sees me as broken, as worthless, as not good at anything. That is how I feel about myself. I wish I didn't feel like that at church. But lately that is where I feel it the most. I just want to cry. I know I should still go yet I hate how I felt yesterday. I am not sure what to do? Maybe I really am broken and I really do not have any potential. <br />
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I feel like I am at war with satan. I feel it. I feel it strongly at church. I know that satan doesn't want me to go to church. He might win. I am getting tired of the war. I did not like how I felt at church. Look at how powerful satan is. He made me feel awful at church. As of this moment he has won. I may not go to church. I don't want to feel that broken anymore. <br />
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Some days I am sure Heavenly Father loves me. However some days I feel like he may love me yet he sees no potential in me. <br />
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Maybe I should not have written this. But I feel so broken. I am hoping that someone might be able to help me.danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-69340265076215403092012-02-29T19:29:00.000-07:002012-02-29T19:29:08.420-07:00LifeWow, it has been 2 months since I wrote on my blog. <br />
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Not exactly sure why I haven't written on my blog for 2 months. Life is busy. Life has been hard emotionally for me, the last few months. I have good days and I have bad days. I think I am just getting tired of having eye problems and the left side of my face is numb yet it hurts all day long. It feels like I have been hit in the face. It feels like it does when your hand is a sleep. Most days are good, but some days I wish I could just stay in bed and sleep all day so that I don't feel the pain anymore. The pain is just getting worse, which is good. It means my 5th nerve is starting to heal. It heals slowly. I heard it can take about 2 years fully heal. The good news is if you look at the picture just below you can see that my left eye fully moves now. Remember how for a few months after my surgery the left eye would not move. It moves, it fully moves. Bad news is that my eye still doesn't tear up, and I mostly still can't feel if anything gets in my eye. I can feel when my eye burns or feels really puffy. I do feel blessed that my eye's movement is good. So now that I have complained let me show you what has been going one.<br />
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</div>Azalea at school had a kiddy 500 day. The teacher told us that we had to make something that moved. It could be a bus, car, train, jet or a horse. It had to be something that moves. Azalea wanted a horse. So Azalea and I made a horse, she loves it. It turned out so cute.<br />
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Azalea named her horse Lily. It looks like Lily was taking a break to get a eat.<br />
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Azalea loves showing off her horse Lily.<br />
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Lily must be so hungry. Azalea is helping her eat.<br />
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Caleb played basketball these past 2 months. He did pretty well. He was the tallest on his team. He has a lot of fun playing. <br />
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I canned chicken. It was fun. My sister and I both canned chicken. My mother in law was wonderful and got me a pressure cooker for Christmas. Canning the chicken was the first time I had used the pressure cooker she got me. My family like canned chicken. It is nice to have especially when you are in a big hurry to cook dinner. <br />
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Josh is Josh. He loves to Josh you. You know joke with you. He is one handsome boy.<br />
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All the kids love jumping on it, even Eli.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTYSiuwuHxXR5jKK5wFBAIVZAOQ7-BAvGHuBJq9Tm7qSKxi-hL7VXLTNtpLOY-7yQsepbWB17YEsSmCK5UOkuTScieCnDrxGQZs8OnRZEMQMIty5YayywVWXtTbVAImBT9_TMN224SPm4L/s1600/Marysa+punching+Caleb+in+the+face.++She+didn't,+it+only+looks+like+it.++They+are+jumping+on+our+new+trampoline..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTYSiuwuHxXR5jKK5wFBAIVZAOQ7-BAvGHuBJq9Tm7qSKxi-hL7VXLTNtpLOY-7yQsepbWB17YEsSmCK5UOkuTScieCnDrxGQZs8OnRZEMQMIty5YayywVWXtTbVAImBT9_TMN224SPm4L/s320/Marysa+punching+Caleb+in+the+face.++She+didn't,+it+only+looks+like+it.++They+are+jumping+on+our+new+trampoline..jpg" width="240" /></a><br />
Marysa looks like she is hitting Caleb in the face. She didn't it just looks like it.<br />
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Marysa loves to play basketball. I waited to long and I wasn't able to sign her up. She had played volleyball and so we signed Caleb up first we had just enough money to sign him up. I went to sign her up once Andrew got payed again, but it was to late. They said all the teams where full.<br />
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Marysa fell in love with it the first time she ever played. One night my stake had a open court basketball night so we went and played and she fell in love. For someone just starting she is doing well. She is shooting good. She loves to dribble. I see a great basketball star in her. I love that she loves it. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Eli is getting so BIG. He is now 16 months old. He is starting to climb on everything. He now running. He loves to laugh. I ask him to kiss me and he gives me a big hug instead. He just got four molars in the back of his mouth. He either moves or sleeps. In other words he is a very, very active baby/toddler. The other day I could hear him playing in the kitchen I thought he was playing with the dishes, like he always does. I go in there and check on him and he had gotten somehow into the fridge and took out the eggs and broke all of them. Not only that but he but some in his mouth. Yuck. Yes I had to take a picture. Eli loves eggs and it looks like he enjoyed them raw too. </div><br />
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</div> Caleb and Marysa are in there school Barnett's school choir. They had a December choir concert. I really enjoyed seeing them sing. I like that they both like being in it. <br />
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Funny thing is that i was looking over the choir memeber's names, looking for Caleb and Marysa's name. I looked and looked and I could not find Caleb's name at all. I was really sad thinking that they forgot to put his name on the paper. I finally found it and guess what it was the first name on the list. <br />
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</div> Caleb has been busy. He will be playing basketball soon. He went to a team tryout. The boys all show what they can do and than all the coaches get together and choose who they would like on there team. Caleb did well at the tryout and 2 coaches came up to Caleb and asked him what his name was. <br />
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He also gave a oral report at school about Russia. He did a real good job. He did a power point presentation, which he did all by himself. I am so proud of him. He is growing up so fast. My 11 year old is now taller than me. I knew that one day he would be taller than me I just didn't think it would happen at the young age of 11. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On Sunday Andrew and I where running a little late so we sent Marysa and Caleb without us to church so that they could save us a spot. Josh and Azalea where not happy and took off running to catch up with them. Even though I told them no. I wasn't happy about it but I did know that Caleb and Marysa would watch them. I really couldn't chase them because I was outside with Eli and I could not leave him alone to catch them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways Andrew and I get to Church a few minute after they arrived and I see Caleb, Marysa and Joshua out in the hall way. I asked where Azalea was and they said in the chapel. I walk in there and there is Azalea saving a row for us. It was the 2nd row up front. Not only that but she had the hymn book opened up to the right page that the congregation was singing. Page 177. I was impressed most of the kindergartners her age are still learning how to count to 100. She knows how to count above 100. Not only that she was on the right page. She was also being really reverent. </div><br />
<div>Wow, life has been good. I am so blessed.</div>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-74582604819616397202011-11-20T22:43:00.000-07:002011-11-20T22:43:22.182-07:00Azalea turned 6 years old.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wow, Azalea 3 days ago you turned 6 years old. I am so happy I get to be your mother. Your dad and I waited along time for you. It took us about 1 1/2 to get pregnant with you. That has been one of the hardest 1 1/2 years of my life. I am so grateful that you came to this family. We are so blessed to have you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You started kindergarten this past August. You are doing really well. You are learning to read and write so quickly. You can already spell the words horse and bus. You the other day wrote a note saying I like a horse. You can count to 100 already. I love that you love school. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Here is a picture of you just minutes after you where born. I think this is such a cute picture. You where 9lbs even when you where born.<br />
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Here you are at 5 1/2 with even shorter hair because again you had cut it . However no matter how short your hair is you always look beautiful.<br />
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Your fifth year of life was a little difficult for you. At 5 1/2 years old you had to have your appendix removed. You did so well though. You recovered quickly so you where back climbing and jumping off everything. <br />
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Happy Birthday Azalea.danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-53134749511510683692011-11-07T15:13:00.000-07:002011-11-07T15:13:50.346-07:00Halloween 2011Halloween 2011 was really fun. It pretty much went from Friday October 28th to Monday October 31st. We went trick or treating 5 different time.<br />
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Since this post is one week past Halloween that means today is November 7th so I would like to say Happy 30th birthday to my twin sister Amy Shetter and Amber Murray.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a large tumor. It was 5cm x 5cm x 5cm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had an MRI done on September 12, 2011. I had one because I had been having the left side of my face go numb once in awhile for about 60 seconds each time. Also because since I was 8 months pregnant with Eli I had vertigo all the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some pictures of my family that visited me right after surgery. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It includes my mom, dad, sister Amber and my husband Andrew.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It was a month ago today that I had that brain surgery to remove my tumor. I am starting to feel much better. However 2 of my nerves need to repair and that can take about 6 months. So my 5th nerve needs to repair and so that means the left part of my face is numb. Also cranial nerve number 6 needs to repair and so my left eye doesn't move and so I see double every now and then that will also take about 6 months to heal. Also my left eye lid is having trouble and it droops and it will take time to heal also. My scar is healing also.<br />
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I have had so much help. The people in LDS ward brought me dinner for 2 weeks straight. They have come to help me clean. While I was in the hospital the ward helped clean up our yard. They did a lot of work in the house to make it look nicer. They took out carpet and put new carpet in. They painted walls. They put tile we had bought in our bathroom. They finished a lot of work that Andrew and I never finished because we ran out of money. <br />
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My mother in law has helped out a lot too. My sister Amber also has helped out a lot to by watching my kids when I need her too. Andrew worked from home for 2 weeks. <br />
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I am so grateful for everything everyone has done for me. I am also thankful that people love me and that they keep praying for me.danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-15227614699788284072011-09-09T15:29:00.000-06:002011-09-09T15:29:15.952-06:00Eli turns one (better late than never)Eli I guess it is better late than never to talk to you about you turning one. You have only been one for 3 weeks. You can't blame me. Right after you turned one your brothers and sisters started school. It has been crazy. Would not have it any other way though.<br />
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Wow Eli I can not believe you are already one. We have had so much fun. We all love you so much. <br />
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</div>Like I have already said you LOVE to be outside. You are constantly exploring. Getting into things. Seeing how things work. Climbing on anything and everything. You even try to climb fences. I need to keep my on you at all times. You really scared me about 2 weeks ago. You where on the grass playing and I was working in the garden. I looked up and you were gone. You had managed to walk the up the little hill and walk down the drive way and you were on your way to the road. You were going after Josh and Azalea. You sure do move fast. Being outside makes you happy you could spend hours outside just looking to see this how this amazing earth works. I sometimes think that you like being outside more than you like me. You could be upset but once you are outside you are happy. <br />
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</tbody></table>All of your older brothers and sisters are playing soccer right now. You have just as much fun at there games as they do. You are all over. Daddy and I take turns watching you while your brothers and sisters play. There is a softball field next to the soccer field. You love playing in the dirt. You love running to the bases. You love laying on the bases. You are just content because you are outside. <br />
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I can not tell you enough how much we all love you. And how happy we are that you are part of this family. You make us smile. <br />
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Happy Birthday Eli </div>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-4458250121182688022011-08-29T14:46:00.000-06:002011-08-29T14:46:53.814-06:00Azalea starts kindergartenWow, Azalea I can not believe you are in kindergarten. I can, but at the same time I can't. You were the baby that I tried to get pregnant with for over a year. You are the baby that I cried and cried over to get you here. And here we are almost 6 years later. <br />
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Now you get to go to school with your brother and sister. You get to learn many, many things. You get to make new friends. <br />
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The past week has been kind of slow. Kindergarten starts a week later than the other grades. Each day last week you would ask if you got to go to school today. <br />
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Today was your day. <br />
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You woke up before any of the other kids. You got dressed in the new school clothes that Grandma Cameron bought for you. I did your hair and put in a cute bow in your hair that I had made for you to match your outfit.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You were so excite to start that you ran down the hill on your way to school. You did not want to wait for anyone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1LJv20y0rf9GBkhksKxGw7w9MlNhmbWGnOi0oNm3fYiN7evJiqmyn4vHiJKusjaKi5aRhwjwvlm4qCtDNI_uh7z8nzz6gcO395WyxwFvz8FAY5mQLM95laWrwZP7XRHQ7-EUGH4Xm3BJ/s1600/Azalea+and+Lily+eating+breakfast+on+the+first+day+of+kindergarten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1LJv20y0rf9GBkhksKxGw7w9MlNhmbWGnOi0oNm3fYiN7evJiqmyn4vHiJKusjaKi5aRhwjwvlm4qCtDNI_uh7z8nzz6gcO395WyxwFvz8FAY5mQLM95laWrwZP7XRHQ7-EUGH4Xm3BJ/s320/Azalea+and+Lily+eating+breakfast+on+the+first+day+of+kindergarten.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before school started we ate breakfast at school. You will be eating breakfast at school all year long. You will be also walking with Caleb, Marysa, Sarah and Lily to school everyday. You better behave and listen to your brother and sister. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizQP-kP0-CqPXi1-ZKgMBXcKrnT-pTKW2AG99SdVME3QehERVeOc2K0mMhUS_E5kABDuOoi_Sy6vxuyx1GiyI1lSePvRlsS__NqM07Kj6YZq8FFuM7375PObSo3C06j-YFZWe6YjjUhll/s1600/Getting+ready+to+start.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizQP-kP0-CqPXi1-ZKgMBXcKrnT-pTKW2AG99SdVME3QehERVeOc2K0mMhUS_E5kABDuOoi_Sy6vxuyx1GiyI1lSePvRlsS__NqM07Kj6YZq8FFuM7375PObSo3C06j-YFZWe6YjjUhll/s320/Getting+ready+to+start.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After breakfast we went to your classroom. Once there you put on a name tag. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYT-6ocyZfG8w2WdUC3U2WVVZCYSL8ubfmPqbzEp2AxRBlC9mLvkLec32eWCfehs07VnwhCYpZigwGJJ22EPVeFalPmkC4ottdMpblDOFiRqQLt-Rm64ZALL5Hbm3q6dPZ1YWdcC8ragq/s1600/Waiting+for+school+to+start..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYT-6ocyZfG8w2WdUC3U2WVVZCYSL8ubfmPqbzEp2AxRBlC9mLvkLec32eWCfehs07VnwhCYpZigwGJJ22EPVeFalPmkC4ottdMpblDOFiRqQLt-Rm64ZALL5Hbm3q6dPZ1YWdcC8ragq/s320/Waiting+for+school+to+start..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And went to the class room rug to wait for school to start.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavySAiswMs9pFKJ2yu38B5MPegQ8AX7ssVZQXwHPjlG7pStM8Tm8IKhUS1nm5MQVFTtUDI_oE8Byp0K9SVhlEUagLMuDI-eu21MyBxH_ScUMMwu6XiQNahCFFHZEFSEsmOoo3nhWNDFBz/s1600/Let+kindergarten+begin..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavySAiswMs9pFKJ2yu38B5MPegQ8AX7ssVZQXwHPjlG7pStM8Tm8IKhUS1nm5MQVFTtUDI_oE8Byp0K9SVhlEUagLMuDI-eu21MyBxH_ScUMMwu6XiQNahCFFHZEFSEsmOoo3nhWNDFBz/s320/Let+kindergarten+begin..jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a hard time saying goodbye. So I stood outside the door and watched you through the window for a couple of minutes. I really just wanted to stay there the whole time. Don't worry I took one more picture of you doing your first thing ever in kindergarten, which was use scissors to cut lines on paper. Than I left. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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After I picked you up we went to the lunchroom to have lunch. Who did we see working in the lunch room your big brother Caleb. However you were not well behaved eating lunch in the school lunchroom that I don't know how often we will be eating lunch at school. We saw Marysa at lunch too and she said that we at least had to come when it was her turn to work in the lunch room. <br />
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danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-29570458411489987032011-08-25T22:18:00.000-06:002011-08-25T22:18:11.613-06:00Joshua's story of how (hopefully) he stopped sucking his finger.Joshua this is the story of how hopefully you stopped sucking your left index finger. <br />
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It was evening and I was nursing Eli and Andrew was finishing up making dinner. Joshua I saw you trying to eat a lime like an apple. I told you that you couldn't eat it that way, and that it must be cut first. So instead of waiting for either me or your dad to finish what we were doing you decide to cut it yourself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lime and knife you used to cut your finger with.</td></tr>
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You took a huge kitchen knife and stabbed the lime. This knife belonged to your Great Grandmother Shanley. You stabbed the knife good. To good in doing so once the knife went through the lime it than cut your finger. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just another picture of the lime and knife.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both Dad and I where not more than 7 ft away from you. How you managed to cut your finger without us noticing. I don't know. Even Aunt Amber was here. You came up to me and said mom I am bleeding. When I saw that cut I franticly handed Eli to Amber. Don't remember much about what happened after that. All I know is that we went to the hospital so fast that Daddy didn't even have time to put his shoe's on.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The stitches the Er doctor put in your finger.</td></tr>
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</div>Once at the hospital we realized that you had cut your left index finger. This is the finger that you have up to this point sucked since you were a baby. Once the emergency doctor had seen your finger. He told us that you cut your tendon and that you would need surgery. So he lightly stitched it up, wrapped it up and sent us on our way. This was a Tuesday. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">On Friday we were finally able to see the hand doctor. He said that you most likely cut a nerve too. We could tell that you cut a tendon because you could not more your finger. Surgery was set for Monday.<br />
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Surgery was early Monday morning. We had to be at the surgical center by 6:30am. Thankfully Grandma Cameron let us spend the night at her house so that we didn't have to travel as far. Grandma's house was only about 10 minutes away instead of our 30 minute drive. <br />
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Once we got to the Surgical center they had you get ready. They put a gown on you and a cute blue surgical hat thingy. You looked so cute. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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They gave you this cut little lion. That you where able to take with you into surgery.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: left;">They then us to this room where you could play with toys until your surgery.</div><br />
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Finally it was time to go. A nurse walked you back to where you where going to have surgery. Daddy and I waited out in the waiting room. We where told that the surgery should only take about an hour, but it took closer to two hours. I was starting to get a little worried closer to the end. The Doctor finally came out to speak with us he said that you indeed had cut a nerve and that you had also cut two tendons. And that the surgery went well. <br />
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We had to wait a little longer before we could go in and see you. They where finishing up the surgery and putting your cast on. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look how big that cast is on you</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still waiting for you to wake up from surgery.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting to wake up</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you where waking up you were still out of it for a little while. However we could go home as soon as you drank something and was able to keep it down. You drank two juice boxes and had some apple sauce. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeling a little sick after drinking some juice and apple sauce.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mommy is who you really wanted.</td></tr>
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It was hard for you waking up from surgery. It must have felt awful having that huge cast on your arm. Once you really came out of the stuff that puts you to sleep. (Yea I know what it is called I just can't spell ). you did really well. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So ready to go home.</td></tr>
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<div>Joshua you have been handling all this real well. You have hardly complained about the cast. You have not let this cast slow you down one bit. You wore this cast for 10 days and than we went back to the hand doctor and he put on a smaller cast. This cast just goes to below the elbow. You will where this cast until the 6th of September and than you will start seeing the hand therapist. I do not know how often we will have to see him. So by time all is said and done it could be months before that finger is really functional. I must say that I am very proud of how you have been handling all of it. You have not been able to suck that finger for over 3 weeks now. You are just rolling with what ever comes. This should not surprise me though you have always just been able to roll with the punches. </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the story of how you (hopefully) stopped sucking your finger. I would hope that by no being able to suck on it for a couple of months will break you from this habit. I guess we will see in about a month or two. </div><br />
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</div></div>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-22140502529404170222011-07-21T13:45:00.000-06:002011-07-21T13:45:36.829-06:00Eli 11 months Old.Wow Eli I can not believe you are already a month old. It amazes me how fast you grow and learn. In the last couple of days you have started to walk. You will take about 6 to 8 steps at a time. You are also standing up by yourself. You are a mamma's boy. Marysa can be at times your second mama. She can put you to sleep sometimes easier than I can. You love Daddy you get so excited when he comes home from work. You crawl/walk to him so that he will pick you up. You give him a big hug. <br />
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You have to modes sleeping or exploring. Even when you nurse (which you still enjoy doing a lot) you move around a lot. It seems like you always need to be moving some part of your body. <br />
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You have 6 teeth. 4 up top and 2 on the bottom. <br />
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I love that you are part of this family. We have so much fun with you. Your older brothers and sisters are enjoying teaching you how to walk. I love that they look out for you. With all the exploring you do, you need many people watching out for you. It only takes a few seconds for you to crawl out of a room. <br />
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Much to our dismay your favorite room in the house is the bathroom. I don't know what it is about the toilet but if we forget to shut the door that is usually where I find you and usually there are a few things in the toilet. We are getting better at remembering to shut the bathroom door. <br />
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Enjoy the following picture. You will come to know that I can not take to many pictures. I got a few really cute pictures of you. It was not easy. You did not want to sit still. <br />
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I love seeing you learn new things. I hate how fast you are growing up.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wy_Y-eOBM2dbqrjBKUQTrdUzhxYs056-tjj8k-oje66qt4fEZPHggrgw5Gvfno4nNDhGj5P_A7lpL5LJS5j_58qtURVTGUp8oYXapy8PI2IiT7Uj_e65envWRKzvxf1oEyY52nAgFnzH/s1600/1+Exploring+again..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wy_Y-eOBM2dbqrjBKUQTrdUzhxYs056-tjj8k-oje66qt4fEZPHggrgw5Gvfno4nNDhGj5P_A7lpL5LJS5j_58qtURVTGUp8oYXapy8PI2IiT7Uj_e65envWRKzvxf1oEyY52nAgFnzH/s320/1+Exploring+again..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You love exploring. Here you are looking in a bucket that if full of news paper.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisucns-8V1hlrZzBvjcTZdiILZzfbbb0fuMZMl5lLqjesWLDiVv_POgAfhedqOUx3Tl4MCf8Y2tzeDSVrsRIWYZJRRS9FmkgIyIAQh43oQgdaYvqAPABC5BsMhhyroHbK7dx96Vpt2X5sp/s1600/1+Eli+like+to+EXPLORE..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisucns-8V1hlrZzBvjcTZdiILZzfbbb0fuMZMl5lLqjesWLDiVv_POgAfhedqOUx3Tl4MCf8Y2tzeDSVrsRIWYZJRRS9FmkgIyIAQh43oQgdaYvqAPABC5BsMhhyroHbK7dx96Vpt2X5sp/s320/1+Eli+like+to+EXPLORE..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Playing in the dirt. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5gDwsWqJ1qOXd5BXSxhwynWusiwAgvIWsyRpfaSiy1Kgul29-0PNpE14VGtTNbxX_yzASP2njf04pZQueD-Ppu0iBO1N32a5RPhVnnv41a3cdiM2_bnawaywmqw3Fiv2uevCqZ1RpUWg/s1600/1+Please+Eli+just+sit+still%252C+I+want+a+picture..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5gDwsWqJ1qOXd5BXSxhwynWusiwAgvIWsyRpfaSiy1Kgul29-0PNpE14VGtTNbxX_yzASP2njf04pZQueD-Ppu0iBO1N32a5RPhVnnv41a3cdiM2_bnawaywmqw3Fiv2uevCqZ1RpUWg/s320/1+Please+Eli+just+sit+still%252C+I+want+a+picture..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Still trying to get your 11 month pictures taken.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0s-AW6r9y4LE8iNpSaJ41CQJeDLL07-lUr_lr2q0yZnFg33jb7AZ8_r2cu_n31OHphrJ_X7gq1ROQsoHMnkh8eCO_gw1CkCNO6Sx4oE1vDMyBkmNE2vaovqg_ApJ4zeoSZlHo6DV11VFJ/s1600/1+This+look+says+really+mom..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0s-AW6r9y4LE8iNpSaJ41CQJeDLL07-lUr_lr2q0yZnFg33jb7AZ8_r2cu_n31OHphrJ_X7gq1ROQsoHMnkh8eCO_gw1CkCNO6Sx4oE1vDMyBkmNE2vaovqg_ApJ4zeoSZlHo6DV11VFJ/s320/1+This+look+says+really+mom..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eli I love this picture. To me your eyes are saying,<br />
Really mom more pictures.<br />
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I love your chubby cheeks Eli.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Eli I can never get enough of that smile or dimple. Your smile makes my heart melt. <br />
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</tbody></table>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-32721019750440383892011-06-16T23:11:00.001-06:002011-06-16T23:16:32.796-06:00Life has been CRAZY.Lets see my last post was of Joshua turning four. Since than life had been pretty busy. <br />
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Caleb turned 11 on May 24th. He just finished 5th grade and is now in Boy Scouts. He is as tall as me. The other day I was sitting on the couch and out of the corner of my eye I saw a man. It startled me because Andrew was at work. It was Caleb. I new that one day my Sons would be taller than me I just never thought it would happen this early. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My very handsome boy Caleb. He loves his Grandpa Ottosen's motorcycle and he loves riding on it too.</td></tr>
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Marysa turned 9 on May 28th. She is as beautiful as ever. She just finished the 3rd grade. She was able to go to Missouri with he Grandma and Grandpa Cameron. She had a lot of fun. One of her favorite parts was this huge roller coaster at Silver Dollar City. This makes me exited because she is now tall enough to go on all the rides at lagoon and she would would have a blast going on all of them. I would love to go to Lagoon with Caleb and Marysa it would be so much fun. Marysa is also a big help when it comes with Eli. Eli loves her. It is so cute to watch.<br />
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On fun thing we did on Marysa's birthday, is the kids and I participated in a 5k. It was a lot of fun. The kids and I finished the 5k in one hour. I pushed Eli in a stroller and Caleb and Marysa took turns pushing the double jogger stroller that hat Josh and Azalea in it. Caleb and Marysa did great neither on of the complained at all. The weather was perfect. I would not mind participating in another 5k. I would like to someday be able to run one with a goal of about 40 minutes. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids and I right after the 5k.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture of Me walking the 5k.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caleb and Marysa walking the 5k race. </td></tr>
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</div>Azalea cut her hair again. We are trying to teach her how to be obedient and She is just having the hardest time. She is not going to be able to go swimming for some time because until she can show be she can follow the rules she can not go swimming. Last year she ran off and a life guard had to pull her from the lazy river at the Payson pool. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Azalea with her new hair cut. Even with short hair she looks beautiful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just love this picture. And I am showing off a bow that I made.</td></tr>
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Eli had to get 9 stitches in his mouth. This is quite the story. I was getting dinner ready and Eli was in the stroller and I told Azalea "Do not take him outside." Well she didn't listen and while I wasn't looking she took him out and tried to take him down the stairs while he was in the stroller. He was to heavy and she let go of the stroller and down he went. He hurt is mouth I am guessing on a stake we have on flower garden border. She new she was going to get in trouble so instead of telling me Eli is hurt she ran and hid. I was not happy at all. This all happened about 2 hours before Marysa was headed to leave to go to Missouri. This was on a Friday June 3rd.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eli with is hurt lip. It looked a lot worse right after it happened.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is a close up of his lip.</td></tr>
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</div>Fast forward to Wednesday June 8th and at about 2pm Azalea started telling me her belly hurt. By about 4 she was just crying in pain. By 7:30 Azalea was in surgery getting her appendix removed. It all happened just so fast. She spent the night at the hospital and was home by 4:00pm on Thursday. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Azalea with an IV in her. I hate having IV's they hurt.</td></tr>
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On Sunday June 12th I had to take Eli to the doctor because he had a tempature of 102. He ended up having a sinus infection. The doctor thinks that there was swelling where he had his stitches and it blocked his sinuses and there for he got the sinus infection. <br />
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Azalea is doing really well she is back to her old wild self. Eli is also doing better. <br />
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</div>danettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297255953481545458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121254047534422106.post-43070578487445799622011-05-20T14:45:00.000-06:002011-05-20T14:45:07.495-06:00Joshua is now 4 years old.Josh turned 4 yesterday. I hope he had a good birthday. We didn't do much. But I told him all day long Happy Birthday. We had cake and Ice cream for him. <br />
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Josh is getting so big. He is learning how to count. He is going to speech therapy. He has been able to go to preschool this past year. The bus even comes to pick him up. He is still sucking his index finger and twirls his hair at the same time. Oh how I love this boy. <br />
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Enjoy the pictures. I plan on doing a photo shoot with my kids on or close by their birthdays. The first 5 are pictures I took of Josh on his 4th birthday. The others are just random pictures that I just love of Josh. <br />
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