tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82415878778227639972024-02-06T23:13:36.834-07:00Building CharacterStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-48326491792643380272013-06-17T19:51:00.003-06:002013-06-17T19:51:25.054-06:00New Pictures!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sam is 3.5 and Olivia is 1. (I'm 30 and Jake is the ripe old age of 31.) </div>
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Sam is a hilarious little boy. Every time I hug him I think "he's getting so skinny and big!" </div>
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Sam is becoming a Lego maniac. I'm fine with that because I love playing with Lego's too. </div>
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It's one toy I can get him and it will ensure both Jake and I will play with him lots. </div>
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(HUGE SPIDER just crawled across our floor. I think I want to move!) </div>
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The other day Sam was telling me that he wanted to go on a picnic to Lake Hastings. He wanted sandwiches with pepperoni and frosting. Gross. So I kept ignoring him and took ham and cheese sandwiches. He kept telling me he wanted pepperoni and frosting. (lol...) So we got home and for dinner he wanted pepperoni and frosting... and I kept thinking about it and thinking... </div>
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Finally I thought "He's thinking Miracle Whip!" I laughed and got out the Miracle Whip to make him a sandwich... but nope. He saw the bottle of Miracle Whip, and the container of frosting....</div>
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He really did want the frosting. </div>
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Whatever. He's nuts. </div>
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Olivia is this crazy little girl. She's super sweet but she's got an attitude. </div>
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One day about a month ago I had put her down for a nap and I could hear her waking up.</div>
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She wasn't making a lot of noise so I left her there for 30 min or so to play. </div>
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When I walked in to get her, I was almost knocked down by this horrible wall of poo smell. It was so bad!</div>
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So I look at her and she has poop on the floor, all over her stuffed animals, </div>
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a VOLCANO of poop coming out her pants, and all over the crib rails and slats. </div>
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Nice. </div>
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So I put her into the tub where she's contained and I use a million clorox wipes to clean her crib. </div>
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I hear Sam going into the bathroom and tell Livvy "That wasn't very nice!"</div>
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So I get everything cleaned up there and I head in to clean up the girl. I take her clothes and diaper off and start the water. I got a cup and started throwing the water all over the tub so I could corral all the solids at the drain and then pick them up before I started washing her. </div>
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I turned my back to get something to grab the solid poop with.... </div>
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turn back around...</div>
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and she picks up a piece of poop and eats it. </div>
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AAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhh. This girl is nuts. </div>
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At least it was just a raisin. She probably chewed it better the second time around.</div>
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And I didn't fish it out of her mouth. </div>
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I was done with her poop by that time.</div>
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Jake and I - We have been married 5.5 years now. </div>
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We began in Salt Lake City, Utah in 2007. </div>
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Moved to Nacogdoches, Texas in 2009.</div>
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Moved to Lincoln, Nebraska in 2010. </div>
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Moved to Hastings, Nebraska in 2012. </div>
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Couldn't decide which to keep - black and white or color.</div>
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So I kept them both in.</div>
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Love these kiddos - even though we have our crazy moments :)</div>
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This girl LOVES her dad. Yesterday (Father's Day) it was my turn to get up early with the kids. </div>
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Which always basically means Livvy. She's the early riser here. </div>
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So I had given her some milk and set her on the ground. </div>
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She got her milk and walked back to our bedroom to see Jake. </div>
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She fell a couple of times, but she was so determined to climb up on the bed to see Jake and take her sippy cup of milk. </div>
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Cute little girl. </div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-52926508128939770272012-05-13T10:25:00.002-06:002012-05-13T10:25:34.500-06:00Olivia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Well, we are a family of four now! </div>
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Olivia Claire Keller was born May 9, 2012</div>
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She weighed 7lb and 4 oz and was 20 inches long</div>
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She's beautiful and we love her already. </div>
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Our good friends, Ammon and Liz Ashby came by the hospital and took some pictures - they are awesome. I had a hard to choosing which ones to post. </div>
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This girl has some serious hair. </div>
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It's one of my favorite things - I was hoping for a girl with a bunch of hair and I got it! </div>
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When we first found out we were having a girl I was a little scared. I felt like I knew how to be a mom to a little boy but a little girl would be a whole different ball game. And I didn't (don't) want her to be super girly. I want her to wrestle and get dirty and play sports. But I don't really get that choice. But so far so good - I think it has been so fun to put a bow on her and let her wear some (not a lot!) of pink. :) </div>
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The blanket in the photo below is AWESOME. It was really easy and I used <a href="http://www.danamadeit.com/2012/03/celebrate-baby-tutorial-gauzey-swaddle-blankets.html">this</a> tutorial from Dana from MADE. I would recommend it for anyone with a new baby. It works especially well for Livvy because she's a summer baby and it allows me to wrap her up really tight without making her too hot. It's a gauzy material and I sewed stars on it and I have another one with teal swirls. </div>
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Seriously ignore my face in this picture. I don't know what I was doing. But I love this pic because I think Jake looks so cute. He's quite my handsome man, huh? I think we have really enjoyed having a newborn around here. With Sam I feel like we were both a little nervous, but this time we are more relaxed and just enjoying every minute. It also helps that Livvy is a super easy baby. Last night (4th night in this world) she went 6 hrs without needing to eat. I was asleep for 4 1/2 of those hours, but she's super awesome. I mean, what's to be nervous about when that's what your dealing with? She's great! </div>
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When we were getting close to having Livvy I kept wondering if I was going to like having a baby again - not the whole labor process, but more of the newborn stage. I mostly love the 2 1/2 year old stage Sam is in right now. I'll have to report how it is having one in the newborn stage and one in the 2 1/2 year old stage. I'm sure some days are going to be absolutely insane and others will be really fun. Right now Sam has been really funny about Livvy. The first time he saw her, he said "Hey Mom! There's a baby right there!"</div>
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And this is the only picture of them both I have right now. So far Sam is adjusting well. I think it was more weird for him that I was gone and grandparents were here than that we have a baby. Jake's parents were so awesome to come and literally take care of everything. They played with and watched Sam, cooked, cleaned, stocked the fridge, etc. Eva and Sid are absolutely amazing. My parents come tonight and I'm looking forward to spending a week or so with them. Then reality will hit and I'll see how it is having two kids with a husband at work and no help. Maybe I'll go insane, maybe I will be fine. </div>
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<br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-14377714696928691512012-01-29T21:18:00.002-07:002012-01-29T22:09:19.418-07:00So Lame So LameThis blog is SO lame. Oops - I obviously don't update well. <div><br /></div><div>So here's the low down on us:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Jake's parents came to see us in the middle of November! It was SO NICE to see people that I knew from before my "Lincoln Life." We played a lot and went on walks. I love Sid and Eva - they are the best "in laws" I could ask for. Sam had a great time, and I was able to get some good time off. I love grandparents :) </div><div><br /></div><div>2. We had a great Thanksgiving. We stayed in Lincoln with friends and had a couple of feasts. It was wonderful and even though we weren't able to be around family, I love when I get to the point where my friends become my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. In the midst of November, we were travelling back from Lincoln to Hastings (both in Nebraska) to find a place to live in Hastings. Wow - can I just say Hastings is NOT a renter's market. It was SO HARD to find something to feel comfortable in. We looked at a lot of homes that should and been condemned. Even some apartments that should be condemned! For example, there was this one old home we looked at. It was really old and to say it was a 2 bathroom place, they stuck a shower in a bedroom closet. You just open up the door and there's a shower curtain and a shower. Fishy, eh? It was scary. We finally found a place we could live with but we weren't too happy about having to sign a year lease (seeing that we only KNOW we will be here 6 months....) </div><div><br /></div><div>4. December 3rd Jake turned 30! HA HA! I can't believe he's 30. I always thought that was SO OLD :) We celebrated by taking Sam to the babysitters and going out to eat at Red Robin. Poor Jake, I chose where to eat because I was craving a garden burger.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. December got crazier by us moving - I don't remember the exact dates, but I think it was a Wednesday night we had some ward members (so many - THANK YOU) come and load all of our stuff up into a U-Haul. We stayed at our apartment that night and Thursday morning I went to get a massage (Happy Anniversary to Me from Jake!). Jake drove the U-Haul to Hastings and a friend watched Sam. Then I picked up Sam and cleaned a bit of my apartment (a sweet girl from the ward was already cleaning it) then Sam and I drove out to Hastings. We unloaded our stuff and spent Thursday and Friday unpacking. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SIDE NOTE: Friday morning was HORRIBLE - We were SO tired from all this packing, unpacking, moving, unloading, etc. So Thursday night we go to bed about 9. Friday morning at 5:10 or so our upstairs neighbor's alarm goes off! It's that BEEP BEEP BEEP over and over. I get up and get a bowl of cereal thinking he will turn it off. 15 minutes later it's still going. So I ring his doorbell. Nothing. His car is in the garage, but Jake convinces me that he's not there (maybe a friend picked him up or something and he left his alarm on). So we clear stuff off the couches and make a bed for us in the living room thinking the noise won't be SO LOUD. Nope - we can still here the beeping in the living room. So we head back to the bedroom to at least be comfortable even though we can still hear the beeping. But I turned on the bathroom fan and it kind of drowned out the beeping noise (it's about 7 by now - the alarm going off for OVER an hour!). I want to shoot this guy with a sniper rifle. Seriously. So - about 7:30 I'm getting back to sleep, and guess what? Mr. Upstairs Neighbor WAKES UP! And he proceeds to get ready for the day super noisily. So I'm awake. I can't sleep through that. And then Sam wakes up at 8. I swear I could kill that guy. I wanted to go out and talk to him at 7:30 but Jake told me not to. Anyways - Jake went to talk to him later that day about sharing the garbage can. Then Jake just said offhand "We heard your alarm go off really early this morning, like 5 or so..." The guy just said "I don't know what you are talking about - my alarm doesn't go off until 6:30." So I called management and told them how ridiculous it was - they agreed and talked to him about it. Since then his alarm has woke me up once again and Jake had to go up and knock on the door. Thankfully the guy now has a roommate who was awake and told him to shut off his alarm (after about 15 minutes of it going off). There's not many people I can't stand, but he's one of them. And I've never met him. I've really only seen him twice when he was getting in his car and I was looking out the window. Anyways - back to our moving in... </div><div><br /></div><div>So we spent that Thursday and Friday unpacking (and not getting a lot of sleep!). Then Saturday morning we woke up at 4:30 and drove to my parents house for Christmas. </div><div><br /></div><div>6. Christmas in Monticello was awesome except there was no snow. We played a lot and relaxed. I spent one day with my sister and her kiddos. She has a new baby who is FAT! He is MASSIVE. At three months, he weighed 18 lbs. That little boy is a chunk. Sam didn't get to be 18 lbs until he was 6 months old, and I thought Sam was a fat little boy. But we had a great time in Monticello with family. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. Christmas Eve we drove up to Jake's parent's house and spent 4 to 5 days there. We saw his sister and brother in law we hadn't seen in a year. We played and relaxed so much there too! I got Jake some awesome high powered dart guns for Christmas. He shot me both in the face and the crotch (accidentally) and I hit him hard. We ate some yummy Indian and Chinese food there and played a cool new game called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Z-Man-Games-ZMG-4026-Saboteur/dp/B000IQC4N2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1327898706&sr=8-1">Sabetour</a>. It was really fun and Jake and I want to get it. </div><div><br /></div><div>8. Then we drove back to Hastings Dec 30 and started a new life here. Since then I have just tried to stay busy. I really miss all my friends in Lincoln - there was always someone to hang out with and Sam had a ton of friends and so did I. Here it's different. We have a children's museum pass. It's definitely not as cool as the Lincoln Children's museum, but Sam doesn't really know the different. He just has a lot of fun - which is important. We also got a YMCA membership. This has been really great for me because I've been able to work out regularly and they have a child watch so I can go during the day and Sam can hang out. They also have a great little climbing area that Sam really loves. So after I work out most of the time we go climbing or to the children's museum before we come back from lunch and naps. Then we intermix that with some Toddler Time at the library and I do have one friend here (I'll get to that later!) and we try and do play dates once a week. Different from Lincoln, but it's pretty good here. </div><div><br /></div><div>9. We're having another baby! Ha - I bet you suspected such seeing that I never update, but I guess that's not too out of the norm, is it? So I've been sleeping and puking instead of blogging. I'm 25 weeks now and we are due May 9th. This pregnancy has been pretty similar to the one with Sam, I was just lucky enough to have Zofran from the beginning. I got my regular Dr. to prescribe me some pills at 6 weeks. I still was super nauseas and threw up, but it wasn't as bad as with Sam. After we came back from Christmas we had my ultrasound and the baby was super active. So the ultrasound tech didn't get an awesome view of the baby, and she only checked ONCE, but she said it looked like a GIRL! Ha - I don't know if I believe it. But I'm still buying little girl clothes and making girly blankets. But we will see when she/he comes out if we name them Max or Olivia. Oh - and the sickness has not left! My Dr wanted me to wean myself off of Zofran. So I've got down from 2 pills a day to 1. So Friday I forgot to take my pill immediately in the morning, so I thought, "Why not? I'll try to go without it today." I was fine for the day, but the night came and I was puking again! Seriously? Doesn't this qualify me to have other women have babies for me? Just get my egg, Jake's sperm and grow the baby in their bodies that don't hate being pregnant, then give the baby to me? I want more kids, but this pregnancy thing is crazy. </div><div><br /></div><div>10. Another random, but <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/1?lang=eng">tender mercy</a> from the Lord. So while we were trying to find a place to live in Hastings, we were in contact with the ward and bishop here to see if they had any information on housing. They didn't, but that's because there is nothing here. Anyways, the Bishop had heard from this other couple planning to move to Hastings in January about housing. He asked us to tell them what we had heard about the options. So we end up calling them and guess what? I was college roommates with the girl! YEAH! We only lived together for a summer and didn't hang out all that often, but it really made me feel like at least I would know someone. So they have a little girl about 7 months older than Sam (also named Olivia - if this baby is a girl he's going to be confused with 2 Olivia's!). So we hang out and I swear if she didn't move here I wouldn't have a normal girl to girl conversation at all. The only hard part is they moved into a house about 20 miles from Hastings, so they don't come into Hastings every day - So we just see them about once a week for play dates then at church. But even that little bit is better than nothing! </div><div><br /></div><div>11. I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL! I finished my last paper and I am done! I should be getting my diploma here soon and I can officially write my name as Stephanie Kaye Keller, J.D. :) So now I just need to get a schedule together so I can start studying for A bar. I don't know which state to take it in yet, but I will probably take it in Utah. That way if we stay in Nebraska, I can "waive" into Nebraska's bar. (Nebraska's bar will accept my Utah bar pass). But since the Bar is only offered in July and February, I will probably be taking it February 2013. I don't know if it's in my capacity to take a bar when I have a 2 year old and a 2 month old. Maybe a 3 year old and a 10 month old. Does that even sound better? I hope so! I'll try anyways. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>12. Sam started doing some really great independent type things: He can now climb up and down into his carseat. YEAH :) Now I don't have to lift him up and down - which was really hurting my back being pregnant. He just climbs up into the 4-Runner (tough boy) and into his seat and helps me buckle himself in. :) We also took the front of his crib off so now he's in a toddler bed. I was really afraid for his that he wouldn't sleep as well (or nap at all) or get out and play early in the morning etc... But there really hasn't been a change with his sleep habits! I asked him last night if he liked his bed this way, and he said "Yeah, but I fall." Lol! poor little boy has fallen out of bed a couple of times... We keep a couple of blankets on the carpet so it's not hard, but he's a tough kid. I think the first night he fell out and just kept on sleeping. I went to check on him and he was just sleeping on the ground. Lol... I love him. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I'm tired and I've got to get to bed! I'll try and not have my next post be pictures of a little baby.... Hopefully you get more updates before that! </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-9035084802315217042011-10-11T20:32:00.002-06:002011-10-11T20:39:29.158-06:00Pictures<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Last week Sam turned 2! I never thought I would be a mother to a two year old. </div><div>He's beautiful and so fun to be around. I mean he's handsome, right? :) </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGkYB7yxnC0TCtXgP3SaWssjN21iuL7_CPh6IoXOy0B4AVGCLi8aPwH7EFeFtQSNc-lC_llkfINUaPEsWSMamEYKlY1_zsJ12pCLuEDPxY5Ees0r5EaMacMrY6twtJ7yBdVisfL7fB_gY/s1600/IMG_4411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGkYB7yxnC0TCtXgP3SaWssjN21iuL7_CPh6IoXOy0B4AVGCLi8aPwH7EFeFtQSNc-lC_llkfINUaPEsWSMamEYKlY1_zsJ12pCLuEDPxY5Ees0r5EaMacMrY6twtJ7yBdVisfL7fB_gY/s400/IMG_4411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662428461032931490" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div>We had a Lightning McQueen (from the movie Cars) cake and friends over. He's obsessed with "Queen" and always carries as many Queen cars around as he can. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are doing good - we are probably in our last semester here in Lincoln and are getting ready to head out for an internship in Hastings Nebraska in January. We will see where life leads us after that!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Sorry about the lack of updates, I just couldn't help but share this picture - he really is the cutest little boy I've ever seen. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGkYB7yxnC0TCtXgP3SaWssjN21iuL7_CPh6IoXOy0B4AVGCLi8aPwH7EFeFtQSNc-lC_llkfINUaPEsWSMamEYKlY1_zsJ12pCLuEDPxY5Ees0r5EaMacMrY6twtJ7yBdVisfL7fB_gY/s1600/IMG_4411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7n4eGcnYfYbEKEU_cbvNxICD5fTeMVaqSEmIAJ04MGZ0yBcucDPcpI_O14CyHU67FPWADIgBkjnqFxOzN7w0BXizio_26D1ACHmzFE7MxwrHxODmdO6DV9uEfFpu1fNeBTo7qS33jMHxY/s400/IMG_4439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662429587252215954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-31306734657467759472011-08-27T15:09:00.003-06:002011-08-27T15:13:35.960-06:00When did we get here?As usual, I'm not good at keeping up. <div>
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<br /></div><div>While I was playing in the game Jake was with Sam. Sam actually had a good time watching. In the last inning (like I really know softball/baseball talk!) I was in the outfield and we needed another player so Jake came out too. I was keeping my eye on Sam and saw him walking around with his little snack cup and playing. He went behind a little building and came back out a couple of minutes later. It wasn't a very long inning and we were done. We slapped the other team's hand and Jake and I said to each other "When did we get to the point where we could leave Sam to play by himself and we can BOTH play softball?" </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Life is grand isn't it? I love this stage. </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-39436644133497313542011-05-23T10:03:00.000-06:002011-05-23T10:04:27.273-06:00He's a climber!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-50242666716451563002010-11-11T23:49:00.003-07:002010-11-12T00:07:18.705-07:00Stinky PictureSo the picture above stinks but I'm done messing with blogger for tonight!<br /><br />This is when Emily (Jake's sister) and I took Sam trick or treating at the law school. He really didn't like it until the end. Too bad! But we got a lot of candy I'm still eating. :)<br /><br />I made his costume! He's <a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Pigwidgeon">Pigwidgeon</a> from Harry Potter. :)<br /><br />I'll get a better picture of his costume on here soon! I'm just lazy uploading photos from my camera now that my computer is dead. Oh well!<br /><br />Good news: Only THREE more weeks left of classes! Yipee! I can't believe I'm almost done! Only two more classes after this semester and I can sign my name<br /><br />Stephanie Keller, J.D.<br /><br />Jake thinks it's a little arrogant to do that.. you know, mostly on the roll list in church or something. I don't really see the problem. ;)<br /><br />UPDATE - sorry - I changed the picture again! I'll get a picture of Sam in his awesome Owl costumer with his tail featers.. :) Sweet!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-17358364801208290462010-11-05T14:49:00.006-06:002010-11-05T15:08:39.300-06:00Handsome.Here's some of our recent family pictures :)<br /><br /><a href="http://mellorphotography.daportfolio.com/">Matt Mellor</a> did a GREAT JOB! I'm so happy. :) Look him up if you are in the Lincoln area.<br /><br />I know you are thinking... what is this porcupine thing by Sam's head? It's Jake's noggin. It took me a bit to figure it out too.. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOGt2A5oYx6FGzBEA9Sc7mVpsGZRoUKJ4-yXxC1_v9RYbCmHQLxC_OilrCHzxrCsTQV0giCl0-NBV3GkueUJb0uKbshcUPxztArDR5LUWz32DNxP5x_EhJZ2rCneMu4SU9g_2aW2Jhm22/s1600/IMG_9260.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173979391180722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOGt2A5oYx6FGzBEA9Sc7mVpsGZRoUKJ4-yXxC1_v9RYbCmHQLxC_OilrCHzxrCsTQV0giCl0-NBV3GkueUJb0uKbshcUPxztArDR5LUWz32DNxP5x_EhJZ2rCneMu4SU9g_2aW2Jhm22/s400/IMG_9260.jpg" /></a><br />Here's us in all our glory.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut0JJ93L_KVI3PtUv276aQZI9J5FM1vcaebcocQaZKgd03U2Rt1j7kEYwuE13kIchb9Du-aSxvPk88NhDVYu0nEev8JIvwi_l1Hx_OF_kR3hyphenhyphenLO3TSCj2sXcZN_VMPHCIaUKPsl2XopI8/s1600/IMG_9230.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173975823172770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut0JJ93L_KVI3PtUv276aQZI9J5FM1vcaebcocQaZKgd03U2Rt1j7kEYwuE13kIchb9Du-aSxvPk88NhDVYu0nEev8JIvwi_l1Hx_OF_kR3hyphenhyphenLO3TSCj2sXcZN_VMPHCIaUKPsl2XopI8/s400/IMG_9230.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2d3ZmPnOWUIEUgGerJjOYsxgTGHknKQRmChi1KjSMm2KxzXJDdWvejVd_bp4SRlayI-1MfagkwFERGankdniLs9Ljrv5UEzw1_BjBMfmDECwsG-ar8NuAeUqmtNsMP57rjxr5R53HLzbM/s1600/IMG_9184.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173970036285154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2d3ZmPnOWUIEUgGerJjOYsxgTGHknKQRmChi1KjSMm2KxzXJDdWvejVd_bp4SRlayI-1MfagkwFERGankdniLs9Ljrv5UEzw1_BjBMfmDECwsG-ar8NuAeUqmtNsMP57rjxr5R53HLzbM/s400/IMG_9184.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I absolutely love this one. This is life. Both of us trying to entertain Sam. And he's just looking at us like we are crazy. :) he he he... </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTJ_4-uBvrqmwDbNCm8yfjY6o59FoCxiaOOP9BTQXggnXFbSIoigp35sNBzKpQ1rSQsInbNOAdnDHD9BWky2noPUErsgXKCoW3QCUAb9Nga4DQ2hEspR83xe8aa9rgkwVdnO3JNIf5Xvx/s1600/IMG_9172.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173104636285858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTJ_4-uBvrqmwDbNCm8yfjY6o59FoCxiaOOP9BTQXggnXFbSIoigp35sNBzKpQ1rSQsInbNOAdnDHD9BWky2noPUErsgXKCoW3QCUAb9Nga4DQ2hEspR83xe8aa9rgkwVdnO3JNIf5Xvx/s400/IMG_9172.jpg" /></a> Here he is clapping. It's the new thing. He also says something familiar to "Good Job"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ156u_JgzmwKuKbLkcifr_5xKz0iS4EBXpuGK0Ns2Puqa2-jaelAYYqplurgpmoFV080u_GNYoRey2wZol6GvLY2vetoLxYrJXnFTYq3xPwjTERTNpj1fI7iJR6ulvkzotf2XFTFQ-EB/s1600/IMG_9162.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536173101962279922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ156u_JgzmwKuKbLkcifr_5xKz0iS4EBXpuGK0Ns2Puqa2-jaelAYYqplurgpmoFV080u_GNYoRey2wZol6GvLY2vetoLxYrJXnFTYq3xPwjTERTNpj1fI7iJR6ulvkzotf2XFTFQ-EB/s400/IMG_9162.jpg" /></a> Handsome.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4c11EtuswlrPZnfp66tVDxs1ve3XbLsSBO2hTSynrO-kvASTphhvlSQbEiT-V6FGq96Vz1XmbS36Cs7mUc6Ki02MlEWmFz0r1oQScIJPyvOIiJ4F_15nvs2B4OCoac27aXxSysE3J-th1/s1600/IMG_9149.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536172776252201794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4c11EtuswlrPZnfp66tVDxs1ve3XbLsSBO2hTSynrO-kvASTphhvlSQbEiT-V6FGq96Vz1XmbS36Cs7mUc6Ki02MlEWmFz0r1oQScIJPyvOIiJ4F_15nvs2B4OCoac27aXxSysE3J-th1/s400/IMG_9149.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4DzYx1pOSa4e3-18ArE0T8QtrrV7tFoS31w9GJXpt0QIcGf_d9elYfNr5p_FY4Q1wtS9kzq0Q-Wa7l0l2qaX1n6Vhgc3VUobnqFG06rzB-Zelf4gdD3wxKX1LBM_0QPi0ZB0S0k6h7wm/s1600/IMG_9124.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536171389214441026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4DzYx1pOSa4e3-18ArE0T8QtrrV7tFoS31w9GJXpt0QIcGf_d9elYfNr5p_FY4Q1wtS9kzq0Q-Wa7l0l2qaX1n6Vhgc3VUobnqFG06rzB-Zelf4gdD3wxKX1LBM_0QPi0ZB0S0k6h7wm/s400/IMG_9124.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4wB-SoUjqQla9F9c8rIGhl9taomzCXuLSZNllzpTHoWp6UiR5Pnfx6Pwe-noI_xIn7cL77IxsckyTFTepaGpWZpSgSpBRcwDabsFqIdULPlZNv7kpl7KWL4BofoECdBdCRwHGzciPhQu/s1600/IMG_9134.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536171384508231714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4wB-SoUjqQla9F9c8rIGhl9taomzCXuLSZNllzpTHoWp6UiR5Pnfx6Pwe-noI_xIn7cL77IxsckyTFTepaGpWZpSgSpBRcwDabsFqIdULPlZNv7kpl7KWL4BofoECdBdCRwHGzciPhQu/s400/IMG_9134.jpg" /></a> My boys. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrwk68sJIKOD_bOACtP5z3KPC4wnqlosZoHeZX23L5ZrF-jvwmidWraoqoPN7mPtM3yWXXgAiAUKyrs7QsG9S2eTSEr9-omO8l09kadMz3LxMG3S7BrYPB5dlenlCscrW0F-euHuhSzuF/s1600/IMG_9108.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536171086248256482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrwk68sJIKOD_bOACtP5z3KPC4wnqlosZoHeZX23L5ZrF-jvwmidWraoqoPN7mPtM3yWXXgAiAUKyrs7QsG9S2eTSEr9-omO8l09kadMz3LxMG3S7BrYPB5dlenlCscrW0F-euHuhSzuF/s400/IMG_9108.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-70007417662211459602010-11-05T11:34:00.003-06:002010-11-05T11:46:01.336-06:00One of our favoritesBlogger isn't letting me add any of Sam's cute halloween pictures. And they are way cute. :) I'll try to add them later on a school computer. :)<br /><br />Anyways, here's an awesome recipe. It really tastes like PF Chang's lettuce wraps. Yummo!<br /><br />Asian Turkey Lettuce Wraps<br /><br />1 1/4 lb of extra lean ground turkey<br />1 package (16 oz/of Oriental mixed vegetables, thawed<br />1/3 cup reduced-sodium teriyaki sauce<br />1/4 cup hoisin sauce<br />3 tablespoon creamy peanutbutter<br />2 tablespoon minced fresh gingerroot<br />3 garlic cloves, minced<br />1 tablespoon sesame oil<br />4 green onions, chopped<br />10 Boston lettuce leaves<br /><br />1. cook turkey in skillet until no longer pink.<br />2. chop veggies and put in pan.<br />3. Mix teriyaki sauce, hoisin sauce, peanut butter, gingerroot, garlic, and oil and then put in pan with meat and veggies.<br />4. Heat through<br />5. Add onions.<br />6. EAT with lettuce.<br /><br />(I didn't add the sesame oil or green onions and I used regular lettuce leaves.) AWESOME. :) Worth it to buy all those ingredients we don't use regularly (hoisin sauce, teriyaki sauce, gingerroot, etc.)<br /><br />Let me know what you think if you try it.<br /><br />Oh - and it was enough for us for dinner and we have leftovers. It was more filling than we planned on!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-3441201721161330612010-10-17T22:49:00.002-06:002010-10-17T22:56:35.264-06:00ImagineImagine the corner of a small kitchen.<br /><br />Imagine a small square table butted against the corner to make room for two chairs and a high chair.<br /><br />Imagine a nice window in that corner.<br /><br />And a nice cool breeze blowing of your face while you feed your beautiful baby boy.<br /><br />Then imagine wanting that window closed.<br /><br />The beloved MAC computer is on the table.<br /><br />The much needed tall glass of water is also on the table.<br /><br />Did I mention is it that beautiful boy's first birthday?<br /><br />Anyways, imagine the breeze getting to warm and wanting to close the window.<br /><br />I reach for the window.<br /><br />I close the window.<br /><br />Birthday boy makes a suspicious sound.<br /><br />I turn back...<br /><br />I knock over the water...<br /><br />the water is seeping into the bottom most parts of the computer...<br /><br />and filtering in between the keys...<br /><br />even on the cell phone (new too because Jake just went swimming with the last one!)<br /><br />I panic....<br /><br />Grab a towell and wipe everything off.<br /><br />The computer even gets the fan on it. For days.<br /><br />Sadly, the computer didn't survive. Luckily, the cell phone did.<br /><br />Motherboard is fried. Cost of motherboard: around $600. Cost of new Mac: around $850 with a student discount.<br /><br />Not really worth the $600 since my computer is over 4 years old.<br /><br />So I may be saving for an Ipad. But I really wish Apple would put a dvd drive and a usb port in the Ipad. Think they will come out with that version by the time I save up enough money?<br /><br />hhhhmm....<br /><br />Good luck, Right!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-18554799670961658152010-10-17T12:30:00.002-06:002010-10-17T12:33:54.719-06:00Watering<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4COb0K2pwT2q7aQIN-DiiRfmeiUl2Nn9zl5u1wMD8yi88fulxVE8Y2z1i_YecetWsv6WW5d7Rxe-ebomniveJVN9erI-ji6BPx6VsHoQw8S1tFHYuuO7mdnhET01EMsqDW6dcrMZH1Y3/s1600/imagesCAI6P719.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529084961180645538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4COb0K2pwT2q7aQIN-DiiRfmeiUl2Nn9zl5u1wMD8yi88fulxVE8Y2z1i_YecetWsv6WW5d7Rxe-ebomniveJVN9erI-ji6BPx6VsHoQw8S1tFHYuuO7mdnhET01EMsqDW6dcrMZH1Y3/s400/imagesCAI6P719.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Did you know computers don't need to be watered? They are not plants. They don't grow. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyways, I watered my Mac. It's fried. Now I'm working from my husband's PC. And using the PC's at school... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I went through withdrawal for a bit there. I didn't have a computer attached to me... it was hard. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now it's kind of liberating. Hard sometimes, but liberating. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So if there are less posts, it's because I don't like PC's very much and I would rather not deal with them. So you get less of me. :( Sorry! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I guess Panasonic makes a waterproof laptop. I wish Mac would. I would buy it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-39074158681950778222010-09-23T21:54:00.002-06:002010-09-23T22:12:00.211-06:00Bestie<div>Look at this girl. She is one of the best people I know. She's probably not too happy I put this picture up on my blog. But she also put it on <a href="http://adventuresofthealmostperfectmom.blogspot.com/">hers</a>.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gGTffc8WMNOjW7gmTY6UXYt7O1mhJNIlb-s97DMNG-31WTvzBxN54gwkYQ7ZqDDwC_nixdqlhIUDLWaEjHx8vP2OVWpIcHEPPuFmSSjS8Q1BJbSRQpl0h8Ol288EhlbgxaeoqW1DW5Xm/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gGTffc8WMNOjW7gmTY6UXYt7O1mhJNIlb-s97DMNG-31WTvzBxN54gwkYQ7ZqDDwC_nixdqlhIUDLWaEjHx8vP2OVWpIcHEPPuFmSSjS8Q1BJbSRQpl0h8Ol288EhlbgxaeoqW1DW5Xm/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520323776853366434" /></a><br /><div>We were companions on a mission TWO times. That's pretty rare. We walked the town of Brusque together in the hot summer days... then again at Jardim das Acasias. </div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't seen Courtney in over TWO YEARS! I love her and miss her. She's an amazing friend. </div><div><br /></div><div>And she can sing so many songs from Saturday's Warrior. I love it! </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-66996889810417887082010-09-12T19:14:00.001-06:002010-09-12T19:17:51.190-06:00forgot the picture.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiF5lOEjX2QZL6973Joq6KJYoJgCLRL0g0-jE2gu_D_fxIMpWwO58YRHXY2euXHg7EPaqCPdPSa3vXV13-N6cKimdX_g5AKbSCNkdJ_Au5e7-Pycbmhk1DmsJxoovt7ujm2YEAEE-WgkRN/s1600/P8291516.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiF5lOEjX2QZL6973Joq6KJYoJgCLRL0g0-jE2gu_D_fxIMpWwO58YRHXY2euXHg7EPaqCPdPSa3vXV13-N6cKimdX_g5AKbSCNkdJ_Au5e7-Pycbmhk1DmsJxoovt7ujm2YEAEE-WgkRN/s400/P8291516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516200741303113794" /></a><br /><div>This is Sam.. watching <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhYdVj7A_FU">THIS</a> video. We watch it once a day at least. we both love it. :) </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-91021951806032105362010-09-12T19:12:00.003-06:002010-09-12T19:14:42.650-06:00Making the BedSo sometimes Jake and I have hard time making the bed. I hate it when it comes time to go to bed and the bed is all messy. It's kind of gross... <div><br /></div><div>Anyways. We came up with a way to remedy that situation. </div><div><br /></div><div>The deal: whoever is the last one to get out of bed has ONE HOUR to make the bed. If they don't, they owe the other one a FOOT RUB that night. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wow! The bed has been made EVERY DAY since we made the deal. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's great. </div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. Sam is getting his second tooth in. He's crazy and VOLATILE. Poor baby... I just hold him and hug him... hopefully it breaks through and he feels better. soon. </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-52453879453938848812010-09-07T15:45:00.004-06:002010-09-07T15:49:07.086-06:00Advice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CUvaIih6GR3k9IfYwYYNaK0yd-TetExJtJ5wYkNinCXMEoTmSo_5ZyO3OMMbZQpbJRS4or5SxtttbTWI9JByCblBW6WyZAOPlqByuUW-_s9_x3AT87S5NH1rjfe341RUQYhZfewSb-qF/s1600/P8071505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CUvaIih6GR3k9IfYwYYNaK0yd-TetExJtJ5wYkNinCXMEoTmSo_5ZyO3OMMbZQpbJRS4or5SxtttbTWI9JByCblBW6WyZAOPlqByuUW-_s9_x3AT87S5NH1rjfe341RUQYhZfewSb-qF/s400/P8071505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514291717455034690" /></a>To start out with - what a cute little baby bum, huh? <div><br /></div><div>LOL - He cracks me up. Just trying to climb into the stroller. Love that boy! </div><div><br /></div><div>On a different note - and not to get to personal and all... and I don't even know how many people read this blog..<div><div><br /></div><div>BUT - </div><div><br /></div><div>I need some advice. Just a quick question to all you nursing mothers out there... </div><div><br /></div><div>How tired do you get from nursing? As soon as you stop, do you feel a burst of energy running through your veins? </div><div><br /></div><div>And for those of you who don't "nurse" you can tell me what you think... if you did... or whatever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks :) </div></div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-75300505999572670602010-09-05T14:07:00.003-06:002010-09-05T14:12:55.948-06:00Newest Creations....<div>So swear this isn't going to turn into a craft blog... But I am SO excited about these...<div>as excited as staying up past 1:00 in the morning to get them done.....</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Another little skirt for Bekah... (Sorry - these pictures are from the camera on my computer... so they aren't the most high quality) </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdZKr7kkXlOjDGYq-RhsZgKJXjk4hYOgBzA2Etx6i_yUKQtmYGiPFRhu8IPU2ogFb0L_BBmIFiHHSZbXM8WaMWsGVM7Nn6E6_QHxiBNfL1M27Tx8zXcVyR9rwozojTI0f4N0zkaKWBtwP/s1600/Photo+96.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdZKr7kkXlOjDGYq-RhsZgKJXjk4hYOgBzA2Etx6i_yUKQtmYGiPFRhu8IPU2ogFb0L_BBmIFiHHSZbXM8WaMWsGVM7Nn6E6_QHxiBNfL1M27Tx8zXcVyR9rwozojTI0f4N0zkaKWBtwP/s400/Photo+96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513524061334707122" /></a><br /><div>Just imagine a little noggin in this! I messed up on the pattern and it's smaller than it should be. Will probably only fit a newborn or a preme... Any takers? Let me know if you want it! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dUSNLN_z00KH8UEEAaFq58_dYqpbj_V_r0gHWiyVCDrcVdNYDfU4nqidy9dQKq0xNAqtTo4ab_Xtx4bhlCiRLCh-dPP-wt_AcirwuPyB-afzbPEceyCDOqqfHbSXLYfw0u2E_Azb-n3e/s1600/Photo+97.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dUSNLN_z00KH8UEEAaFq58_dYqpbj_V_r0gHWiyVCDrcVdNYDfU4nqidy9dQKq0xNAqtTo4ab_Xtx4bhlCiRLCh-dPP-wt_AcirwuPyB-afzbPEceyCDOqqfHbSXLYfw0u2E_Azb-n3e/s400/Photo+97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513524056861356930" /></a><br /></div><div>And last - a picture of the hottie husband. :) What a man! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfH_pPTShLfRSG1ih1-4tLhG3KH0-T8mPmPDukiSX917hPu39Ddo05-Mj87xD0xHF8J7LCrl86MDOuGGOxelaiO8-1kEAIaW-Ok-bKhVhkKNtF_7SqkKuGXpi-yFS8iNdm4EYZX4Smnwn/s1600/Photo+98.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfH_pPTShLfRSG1ih1-4tLhG3KH0-T8mPmPDukiSX917hPu39Ddo05-Mj87xD0xHF8J7LCrl86MDOuGGOxelaiO8-1kEAIaW-Ok-bKhVhkKNtF_7SqkKuGXpi-yFS8iNdm4EYZX4Smnwn/s400/Photo+98.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513524052137207474" /></a><br />Better go take care of Mr. Sammers. He's been a sleeping champ this week! Wednesday he took a 4 1/2 hour nap! WOW. Can I say THANK YOU! :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-84853975643626726902010-09-02T12:37:00.003-06:002010-09-02T13:13:22.774-06:00Owl Baby<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This is what I am making for Sam for Halloween - I've been debating about his costume for about a month now. :) You would think I would be studying Criminal Procedure or something. Nope - Halloween costumes :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't wait to see him in this - I'll post pictures :)</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5ZI4G2wsdZUP3Uz1fZSYFIQj6mSy2SU3gU8Z-mes1wy3fDyMjoLm-Uc-c1Ti1EO8RCszuUjWNlzcyuEhx3HFmTnWHyWmpvPpFKthgEq9Tw3GCkaPkENaAVyrBURvLjj7TLU_le9cpt3v/s400/sip_hal_09_owl_xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512387225382017202" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Oh - and one more thing - I MADE THIS YESTERDAY (during Sam's nap time)!</div><div>It's for Bekah - her mom watches Sam on Monday's and Tuesdays while Jake and I are in class at the same time! :) </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI52OERy0D0x6H2mYfcnSCIuhoLZ012SRWrWwtUFQDyTBTLGvkufv3qannd6dK-qo8KXtbEQ1LEyLLg-IpMZfXRj3ISolxVuxbwmfPe6OXeE4O89slK8Hl6nDGVC3d37Q25c2Vczigfzay/s400/Photo+95.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396115788640242" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-87440917643509045922010-08-31T23:28:00.003-06:002010-08-31T23:39:49.351-06:00Monday<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So Jake and I are both in school - me finishing law school and him starting his masters.<div>I would like to honestly get some sympathy... really. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me tell you about Mondays. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake has class at 8 so he rides his bike the 2 miles to school about 7:30. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sam and I wake up about 7:45 or 8. We like to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>While Jake goes to class and studies, Sam and I eat, work out (hopefully!), and play. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sam takes a nap about 10 or 10:30 and I start to study. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake rides his bike home about 12. </div><div><br /></div><div>I leave. I ride my bike up to campus to study or take care of other things - like getting things printed I couldn't on Saturday... (see previous post!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>My class starts at 1:30 - Criminal Procedure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake takes the car and drops Sam off at a sweet girls house. She has a baby about 3 weeks younger than Sam and Sam and Bekah play. :)</div><div><br /></div><div> Jake parks the car south of campus so we don't have to buy a parking pass... </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake goes to class - starts at 2:00.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Jake texts me and tells me where he parked the car that day... :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I get out of class at 2:45 and haul bum to the car. I put the bike on the bike rack on the car. Then I haul to grab Sam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sam and I go home and we both eat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sam and I take the car (with my bike still on it) up to campus at 4:00 </div><div><br /></div><div>We meet Jake - Jake drops me and my bike off at the law school.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Jake and Sam go home to eat more and play. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am in class from 4:30 until 6:30. </div><div><br /></div><div>I bike home. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least Mondays only happen once a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>And one beautiful picture of my scrumptious baby. We were hiking in Moab this summer. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVKO2CJKklgEaDNWCybVBK_HnUCm6xKZTfwKbTCS04Cqlty2i8mGfhKHwDKqY_AVs_9Nr2PYxx4Ra7DDaXBAtSA4tSbA3uGs4MK5OhztgFdroa-I48KOX_4t-eRrQ3vkDQpRkMhWN3ozE/s400/CoronaArch(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511815194533888754" /></div><div><br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-58377566187775773452010-08-28T11:30:00.003-06:002010-08-28T11:31:48.216-06:00Scream!So it's been a while. I won't even try to update you all. If there is anyone out there. <div>We live in Lincoln and we are both going to school. And Sam is surviving. </div><div>But right now... I'm venting. </div><div><br /></div><div>I WANT TO SCREAM! </div><div><br /></div><div>Why is it that IT people like to confuse us all? </div><div><br /></div><div>Can they not make something USER FRIENDLY??</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been trying for OVER AN HOUR to print a document. Is that insane? </div><div><br /></div><div>I believe it is. I want to scream. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I'll try and refrain. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll update more later. </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-23882467041024469592010-05-21T14:49:00.004-06:002010-05-21T15:01:49.511-06:00Boxes<div>boxes... </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IGyMtL5wcecYSs8GwQHZgnoZmjx54np1vCPBndjCIAJrJ969iKy5qHYSswFBGkUj9UL638BCT_CyUW_DSl1Ga-i2i1SSx1JM3ABWcZtEiJ2p7YGCOu9UzdDGLZ4ej-acJmkbq3yUJy2V/s1600/P5131338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IGyMtL5wcecYSs8GwQHZgnoZmjx54np1vCPBndjCIAJrJ969iKy5qHYSswFBGkUj9UL638BCT_CyUW_DSl1Ga-i2i1SSx1JM3ABWcZtEiJ2p7YGCOu9UzdDGLZ4ej-acJmkbq3yUJy2V/s400/P5131338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473831066086968402" /></a><br /><div>and more boxes... </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSc7MuQ01pp-aYRWt2iA8mJag28ZOjSt8Djx54txCEap1uqrIy3UQ9PqTuWdq9XcbKpod7w0o0Bt-LSioJSx5d_9_bC7YvrydUKDEy41r_uNXNUfwW1saBSYPXbL2DsOAm5b-rZWzcSkj/s1600/P5131336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSc7MuQ01pp-aYRWt2iA8mJag28ZOjSt8Djx54txCEap1uqrIy3UQ9PqTuWdq9XcbKpod7w0o0Bt-LSioJSx5d_9_bC7YvrydUKDEy41r_uNXNUfwW1saBSYPXbL2DsOAm5b-rZWzcSkj/s400/P5131336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473831057900033282" /></a><br />Sam explored cardboard boxes. He's a fan! </div><div><br /><div>We are collecting boxes for a special purpose :) </div><div><br /></div><div>We are moving to Nebraska in two weeks! :) Goodbye Texas, Hello Nebraska! :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake is going back to school for his Masters and I am going to finish law school.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Wish us luck!! :) </div><div><br /></div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-29674151994235472392010-05-16T22:56:00.006-06:002010-05-16T23:44:30.122-06:00Almost a Year!<div>It's been almost a year since I arrived in Tx! Wow~ Time flies! </div><div>We are back at the beginning of the worst part of living in east Texas. The HOT HUMID summers! If I could change one thing about living here, it would not be the red-necks (though there are MANY) and it surprisingly would not even be the snakes (which I have never seen, but am deathly afraid of)! It would be the summer heat and humidity. It's unbearable. UNBEARABLE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! </div><div>It makes me want to shrivel up and die. I'm not kidding. If you think I'm being dramatic. Come. Come visit. Live here. Visit here. Just step outside your house and melt. Basically die. That's how it is... </div><div>Ok - I might have been a little too dramatic, but seriously. Who ever thought of settling here? If I were on a horse, thinking of places to live, I probably would have settled here in the fall, winter or spring. Those are awesome, beautiful times. But the summer, I would have RAN. RAN FAR! North in fact. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, sorry to complain. I'm an outside summer person. East Texas makes me an inside summer person. It's a bit hard. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next - on to cuteness! :) (a.k.a. Sam) </div><div><br /></div><div>We had a GREAT ward activity at the park last week. Sam got to swing. He loved it! :) He mostly loved it when I was standing in front of him with the camera. That little boy LOVES when I pull the camera out. He starts smiling, and flirting. What a cute boy. :) Sorry it's not the best picture of Jake. Poor dad. He's a hottie though. :) </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeb5NteiLSbMA_oyr1Yw_60VmBDGwH0psnXD-me3PJfnaZtGivVO3ca_HgJQL4O8QH-enC64xpfrhC37b7VQ6yLMp9YA4bbTVZmJesnCU5QO69Xon-kmywg_i-97b9ftOn-QqvZi9f1tw/s1600/P5081326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeb5NteiLSbMA_oyr1Yw_60VmBDGwH0psnXD-me3PJfnaZtGivVO3ca_HgJQL4O8QH-enC64xpfrhC37b7VQ6yLMp9YA4bbTVZmJesnCU5QO69Xon-kmywg_i-97b9ftOn-QqvZi9f1tw/s400/P5081326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472102354400935954" /></a><br /><div>Next picture - Is it bad if I have already chosen a few select girls Sam can marry? This is one of them. Meet Jennifer. She's a little less than one month younger than Sam but she is a whole lot skinnier. She is one of my best friend's daughter. Jill and I go out almost every Thursday night together. Our husband's are amazing - they realize we need some girl time and take care of the kiddos so we can shop. But Sam can definitely marry Jenny. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyV2T8FuHtImUvZSMm-hoSOZxIZhlDXNDMFbwOvgWJXNGaJZQVIMcua-0HVtLJAZukUVWF-cnM24yDFdJaPfPx4bpgXhMkpKpyqROC2rgj-821dK1-CNvrWptt7fKhasRWh5buCzjB3s5/s1600/P5011309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyV2T8FuHtImUvZSMm-hoSOZxIZhlDXNDMFbwOvgWJXNGaJZQVIMcua-0HVtLJAZukUVWF-cnM24yDFdJaPfPx4bpgXhMkpKpyqROC2rgj-821dK1-CNvrWptt7fKhasRWh5buCzjB3s5/s400/P5011309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472102340969530210" /></a><br /></div><div>One of Sam's newest fascinations: a cup! He really likes drinking from a cup. Every time he sees me drinking from my own cup (I don't share... he's a back-washer BIG TIME!) he gets all excited and starts waving his arms and screeching. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY2BcioVQab-RjnkthKNp7tVrKhyphenhyphen7xmTMe7xhGnAtyaZ_EtXSb_3PYzNhA_yIyAg9gsmzMV1faijD7uroMkHKxS9jK10BPKyo7RXz52FarG0VrdjsiITVpkQZ-S-WWetVm0Nv0Grm0i2O/s1600/P4281300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY2BcioVQab-RjnkthKNp7tVrKhyphenhyphen7xmTMe7xhGnAtyaZ_EtXSb_3PYzNhA_yIyAg9gsmzMV1faijD7uroMkHKxS9jK10BPKyo7RXz52FarG0VrdjsiITVpkQZ-S-WWetVm0Nv0Grm0i2O/s400/P4281300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472102340089323666" /></a><br /></div><div>He has also found his toes. I love it. He sucks his toes. He talks to them. I love babies. Mostly mine! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJ8tEbB5fR1aXHlB1DKwP8xmBXpnzWKRA1bY_qo8TbId2JU5ZliHP2Q6rEl7jsJpXOyMd28lMPwzX19WUVDAwOGNl2jLijKmwkD6qPzUiy4X6oinfuSQ2SdrQte5p5OiyDXZwz_wqVbbe/s1600/P4251299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJ8tEbB5fR1aXHlB1DKwP8xmBXpnzWKRA1bY_qo8TbId2JU5ZliHP2Q6rEl7jsJpXOyMd28lMPwzX19WUVDAwOGNl2jLijKmwkD6qPzUiy4X6oinfuSQ2SdrQte5p5OiyDXZwz_wqVbbe/s400/P4251299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101217073520082" /></a></div><div>This is one of Sam's favorite new wrestling partners. Sister Wilson in the ward gave Sam this oversized sock monkey. Sister Wilson is so sweet. Anyways, Sam loves to wrestle the monkey. It's hilarious. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM9QqskeHVCo1sFxdMKkjdWjc_wZjAESzqRzmFs2DJzGvX5pCxXXacBHo66uROb8Q-CqCnv3wMXM2My_O-GlBgp4rnJdmgxaVCebLnoXspfzDddT7PwAAi2YjoMH5MxQ4k0CC9PO0vDyY/s1600/P4221287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM9QqskeHVCo1sFxdMKkjdWjc_wZjAESzqRzmFs2DJzGvX5pCxXXacBHo66uROb8Q-CqCnv3wMXM2My_O-GlBgp4rnJdmgxaVCebLnoXspfzDddT7PwAAi2YjoMH5MxQ4k0CC9PO0vDyY/s400/P4221287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101207791631250" /></a><br /></div><div>These last couple of months have been busy! I have become addicted to sewing. I don't have any pictures of what I have made, but I'll post some sometime. I've been sewing bibs for Sam, baby booties, quilt blocks for a Keller family quilt, a bag, a little girl's dress, and pillow shams. Sounds like I've become obsessed, huh? I get most of my ideas from www.homemadebyjill.blogpost.com She is amazing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been trying to finish up my research project so I can be done with some credits for school, but I've put it off a little. I guess sometimes I allow myself a break... and I really take a break! But my supervising professor is really nice and doesn't mind my slowness. </div><div><br /></div><div>On a little sad note, this past Friday was graduation! I wasn't there, and I wasn't graduating with my class. It made me a little sad, but it will be okay. I will finish law school - even if it's not with everyone else. I bet it was awesome though... :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier this month for my birthday, we were down in Houston. Jake had a conference for work he needed to be at during the week, so Sam and I went down with him instead of being alone here on my birthday. Sam and I relaxed, slept, shopped, and watched good shows on Hulu. It was a nice break! I ate yummy Texas shaped Belgium waffles with peanut butter and syrup every morning... It was heavenly. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>For Mother's day, Jake gave me some beautiful flowers, pampered me, and made me a yummy dinner. He's such a sweet husband. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I'll end with a cute picture of the Sammers. He's a chubby boy. </div><div>Sam's new loves are: opening and closing drawers, pulling diapers out of the changing box and chewing on them, rolling everywhere, and spitting! He likes to make that noise with his lips and spit. It entertained him this morning for about 10 minutes when he figured out he could do it. At least it let me get ready for church! :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRR8KzI8yj4at1_aZ9d_iymYIY8CfY1xyA_mPfl_k4taUP9S-pOEO2g7sgt33068nATiIWvCyPfmOD3sxkfbEzkRH6nAQ-ddVdmabslPwGa_ZUmAdQnQTrcZClCWp938xAZMI9goN6Uhsn/s1600/P4011263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRR8KzI8yj4at1_aZ9d_iymYIY8CfY1xyA_mPfl_k4taUP9S-pOEO2g7sgt33068nATiIWvCyPfmOD3sxkfbEzkRH6nAQ-ddVdmabslPwGa_ZUmAdQnQTrcZClCWp938xAZMI9goN6Uhsn/s400/P4011263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472100450085063922" /></a><br />And - hopefully we have some exciting news this week - I'll post more later... </div><div>:) </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-66579775739586489022010-05-03T14:46:00.002-06:002010-05-03T14:49:35.400-06:00Biased?Is it biased if I say I have the cutest baby in the world? I swear he is. :) <div>He makes me laugh everyday. I have to post pictures. He is amazing. </div><div><br /></div><div>To update - we are doing great! We are in Houston for a couple of days with a trade show Jake has to attend. Sam and I (ME really) decided to come along so we didn't have to be alone for a couple of days... mostly during my BIRTHDAY! :) YEAH! Happy B-Day to Me! </div><div><br /></div><div>I will post pictures soon - He's adorable! And he's beginning the crawling stages. Today was the first day he got his big belly off the ground... now he just has to move his hands and knees at the same time, and he's officially MOBILE!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-60223791903689186212010-03-06T09:13:00.001-07:002010-03-06T09:21:22.341-07:00<div>Sam is a blanket licker.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDmSIILQ7Om6wtrC3o2M9_iLrk6q7h8nFsqB9ykL5-N8UuRiTjf96p14dI6p9Z9-ycm1e7TB12begHpn6QuScB-m6ZaDmg48x94uPQtcOxv99d4nYit2RT3yFCcCED1-p1KCTlHtcJGlK/s1600-h/P2281198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDmSIILQ7Om6wtrC3o2M9_iLrk6q7h8nFsqB9ykL5-N8UuRiTjf96p14dI6p9Z9-ycm1e7TB12begHpn6QuScB-m6ZaDmg48x94uPQtcOxv99d4nYit2RT3yFCcCED1-p1KCTlHtcJGlK/s400/P2281198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445556154305646914" /></a><br /><div>We got this awesome thing for him to look at. Babies like that stuff...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SjrYkqiPrYfd7J6bogSRCjknWnpvC88JNyBl374PL07Sb_i0AF1ava-cXFqvo6A1IJIgXYg2OGDPjIZvWrz7uAggAerpeQfjYSQeaLF1IYcyJGcKDkH-RYmQmCtq2ewYsMlKxazg01_9/s1600-h/P3061215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SjrYkqiPrYfd7J6bogSRCjknWnpvC88JNyBl374PL07Sb_i0AF1ava-cXFqvo6A1IJIgXYg2OGDPjIZvWrz7uAggAerpeQfjYSQeaLF1IYcyJGcKDkH-RYmQmCtq2ewYsMlKxazg01_9/s400/P3061215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445556149453829458" /></a><br /></div><div>And my favorite: the new hat!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwppeAEiOiDJtO5uOJVPI3rtYizpTXk_odujiLwVBPgkXwwRd-7sDw4YqZtWK0jEdZxEKwjSuJVPEwQ64KptZZP0JxgfV1Hc-gEvyF_eXPh4i1fXMTduEDkNBRvrZr3OPb370Q7uc0LEi/s1600-h/P3061214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwppeAEiOiDJtO5uOJVPI3rtYizpTXk_odujiLwVBPgkXwwRd-7sDw4YqZtWK0jEdZxEKwjSuJVPEwQ64KptZZP0JxgfV1Hc-gEvyF_eXPh4i1fXMTduEDkNBRvrZr3OPb370Q7uc0LEi/s400/P3061214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445556140487674530" /></a><br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-83734282171881387502010-03-04T16:07:00.002-07:002010-03-04T16:16:37.593-07:00Food<div>Sam likes MILK. He's addicted to it actually. He doesn't really like rice cereal. </div><div>We've tried to feed him some cereal at night before he goes to bed so he will keep with his 11 hour sleeping schedule! :) Yeah for a good night sleep! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MJWYsJdmntPizyLtse6ofdR_a2XPghUmok_uSs7UI01-1iVnNmiOMx7EUnc8O_zECcmhIlfGkw8i6hYXgjMysX2T-dzB02DMgRzt_ie0DW1X473g_bWRhzXfB-88Pr6FTWlFm62AAK98/s1600-h/P3011205.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MJWYsJdmntPizyLtse6ofdR_a2XPghUmok_uSs7UI01-1iVnNmiOMx7EUnc8O_zECcmhIlfGkw8i6hYXgjMysX2T-dzB02DMgRzt_ie0DW1X473g_bWRhzXfB-88Pr6FTWlFm62AAK98/s400/P3011205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444920743316749554" /></a>But he hasn't really figured out the whole swallowing thing with his tongue. I guess babies have a problem with that. We will work on it. But for now it just gets to be a big mess. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtyCm97SaAPA2HNKXt9FM8qPibxaeHwRkUp66Iy7TVtwpw1n8Wvz-p_vql_af9wB9giFrYit_RtifusXJ38goObgdRtcmfvJypITq_ot_M5-mDLLECgi-yYgJpZWTJwN2yyPKwh4V83L8/s1600-h/P3011206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtyCm97SaAPA2HNKXt9FM8qPibxaeHwRkUp66Iy7TVtwpw1n8Wvz-p_vql_af9wB9giFrYit_RtifusXJ38goObgdRtcmfvJypITq_ot_M5-mDLLECgi-yYgJpZWTJwN2yyPKwh4V83L8/s400/P3011206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444920740895108290" /></a>Then he gets all cleaned up and cute. :) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ofVjWm84ckyXg9QzCnuISHcq7gJGH2CxpOUX199_DsXTk8Fg71470tSoAx1mXeFjnbkNOIqtMvvokOVYVnRqNdQibYizkQbCobAhVCDOOSZ4D5uzNDYZzVQyLIUITaAklTnrHrCjMtMU/s1600-h/P2231188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ofVjWm84ckyXg9QzCnuISHcq7gJGH2CxpOUX199_DsXTk8Fg71470tSoAx1mXeFjnbkNOIqtMvvokOVYVnRqNdQibYizkQbCobAhVCDOOSZ4D5uzNDYZzVQyLIUITaAklTnrHrCjMtMU/s400/P2231188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444920733093042594" /></a>What a cute chunky kid, eh? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNahOrJC75qwFZB1FXXQsDlKmsDaZJGziUyal3GN__UqjISekAYkTjrfBWcbIO3PGLBzcA9KhYZhyphenhyphenI8db86O7m7NKQlJn54v1Y3SQlgjCUMlxLWWzOWPhjkkWLmJ3WvQfgzdBWuicBis5/s1600-h/P3011208.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/AVvXsEjLNahOrJC75qwFZB1FXXQsDlKmsDaZJGziUyal3GN__UqjISekAYkTjrfBWcbIO3PGLBzcA9KhYZhyphenhyphenI8db86O7m7NKQlJn54v1Y3SQlgjCUMlxLWWzOWPhjkkWLmJ3WvQfgzdBWuicBis5/s400/P3011208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444920727325036338" /></a>He's the sweetest ever... But he's getting to be more "toddler" than baby... I think anyways. He's not my newborn anymore! Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241587877822763997.post-28914845553645229772010-03-04T15:59:00.002-07:002010-03-04T16:06:58.240-07:00Snow!<div>I don't remember which days, but it snowed in east Texas! It's very rare... </div><div>Here's the view from our apartment!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipOtEEoQlzMme4r5BbuxlGrPe7MVLLSqqU94icvZTeZnnP-JQnh7xFwNUQC-7v05MWt1UgKI1gk_w4Ge6XJlknv3qIYNuehCVsWSyOi4JQ-yQL7V9woN2MxAWP2P6wd1V8gqfDyMxRU3x/s1600-h/P2121175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipOtEEoQlzMme4r5BbuxlGrPe7MVLLSqqU94icvZTeZnnP-JQnh7xFwNUQC-7v05MWt1UgKI1gk_w4Ge6XJlknv3qIYNuehCVsWSyOi4JQ-yQL7V9woN2MxAWP2P6wd1V8gqfDyMxRU3x/s400/P2121175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444918370628784082" /></a><br /><div>Sam-bo's getting ready to brave the snow.... I love this little hat!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6AdnpYQs2KPl5_dhXhAltvrDTkcHAA9hlJ-ImkskcH9NnX-i6TYfSL2G-WaZ2XWxOqGej4yl4ZGaEDV7yBhcgX5TwO4TDsvWVaIh9Me39RqCYaxkFgXRgbB7Gtod5OuBbMF9lpZB4drB/s1600-h/P2051173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6AdnpYQs2KPl5_dhXhAltvrDTkcHAA9hlJ-ImkskcH9NnX-i6TYfSL2G-WaZ2XWxOqGej4yl4ZGaEDV7yBhcgX5TwO4TDsvWVaIh9Me39RqCYaxkFgXRgbB7Gtod5OuBbMF9lpZB4drB/s400/P2051173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444918359690306610" /></a><br /></div><div>More snow on the cars! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGajguTXpeiI3OKg13dfqkF2e4X9gfuYdhQNPZQxZ_woQUQtGdLhvL2yL0DsGpYcaMkpbXmsYQm0xsJo-IU5shEhioio3G3o8WOZ2vxflMgN4YrE6a8CSFwm-_BKvZ0_d2qE2u_prAyU0/s1600-h/P2121174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGajguTXpeiI3OKg13dfqkF2e4X9gfuYdhQNPZQxZ_woQUQtGdLhvL2yL0DsGpYcaMkpbXmsYQm0xsJo-IU5shEhioio3G3o8WOZ2vxflMgN4YrE6a8CSFwm-_BKvZ0_d2qE2u_prAyU0/s400/P2121174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444918357051568834" /></a><br /></div><div>He's such a cutie! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8xaidcw9QMq8TA43Die238Keky4UznJ-3nPd-G0n9EwmunI-SPkG1Cc5WoDIlLlKuJdhj3h3bH4DEfnZg49kO90aPbzjvw72fwvfnEchAHP_SmawayOdOpXhYKoX_e1YE8FcC6jkp6GR/s1600-h/P2051172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8xaidcw9QMq8TA43Die238Keky4UznJ-3nPd-G0n9EwmunI-SPkG1Cc5WoDIlLlKuJdhj3h3bH4DEfnZg49kO90aPbzjvw72fwvfnEchAHP_SmawayOdOpXhYKoX_e1YE8FcC6jkp6GR/s400/P2051172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444918350079070098" /></a><br /></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10426778890707704461noreply@blogger.com0