tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30788622170601305702024-03-13T23:18:16.570-06:00Ne Oublie :: Do Not ForgetDallas Grahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06280828999839404455noreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-2119545974284855052012-05-20T21:00:00.001-06:002012-05-20T21:00:49.266-06:00Mother's Day<br />
I love Mother's Day. Can you guess why?<br />
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Well there is one less than obvious reason for me at lease. However, this reason has become so important that it is a mandatory tradition now. The reason is bruschetta.<br />
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Thanks again dear hubby, it was superb!</div>
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Another wonderful part of mother's day are the little cards that the kids give me from their church classes. There are cute questions or fill-in-the-blanks that the teachers help them fill out. They are delightful little insights into how your child sees you, and I always get a good laugh! Here are Eva's responses:</div>
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<b>Mom's Favorite Color is:</b> Green, Yellow, Blue, Pink</div>
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<b>Mom's Favorite food is:</b> Salad, Spinach, Soup</div>
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<b>Mom's Favorite Game to Play:</b> Hide n Seek</div>
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<b>Mom is </b>___6 inches__<b> tall.</b></div>
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<b>Mom's eyes are the color of: </b>Brown</div>
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<b>Mom's Favorite Vacation Spot is:</b> Hike</div>
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<b>Mom's Favorite Thing To Do:</b> ride her fat bike</div>
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___Presents___ <b>Make my mom happy</b>.</div>
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We do eat a lot of salads. And since Pop-eye the Sailor Man is an idol of Graham's spinach is a highly desirable food. We have also done a fair bit of hiking during out recent trip up to Yellowstone. And I do have a very fat (seated) bike that the kids greatly admire!</div>
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Here are Graham's Responses!</div>
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<b>My mom is</b> __6__<b>years old.</b></div>
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<b>My mom weighs:</b> 1/2 <b>pounds</b></div>
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<b>Her favorite color is:</b> green and yellow</div>
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<b>Her favorite food is:</b> Pasta</div>
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<b>My mom always says:</b> I love you!</div>
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<b>My mom cooks the best:</b> Soup with broccoli</div>
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<b>My mom's job is: </b> Cleaning up</div>
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<b>My mom laughs when:</b> I pinch her bum!</div>
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<b>If my mom had time, she would love to: </b> Make me obey her.</div>
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<b>My mom and I like to:</b> Read stories and play legos</div>
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<b>My mom really loves:</b> ME and I love her.</div>
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<b>I love my mom because</b>: I want to sing songs to her.</div>
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It is so interesting to see how observant he is. My birthday is right after mothers day and he has been asking how old I am and how old I will be. Both he and Eva got it nearly right; I was 26;)</div>
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Other then that, I think Graham's nailed it right on! (well, maybe I little work to do in the weight department!)</div>Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-47682423459433368432012-05-20T18:50:00.002-06:002012-05-20T18:50:07.179-06:00Our New Home!!<br />
Here (finally) is the video walk through I took of our new home in San Antonio! It has bee recently flipped so its all nice and new and ready for us. We are so excited.<br />
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We move the 28th!<br />Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-68121743614663427312012-05-03T12:38:00.001-06:002012-05-03T12:38:29.813-06:00Graduation: Class of 2012 I can't believe we are DONE with our Bachelor's degree!! It still hasn't
hit me yet. In fact, we've moved away from our beloved island
home...but I'll talk more about that later. I haven't posted the
pictures or talked about graduation yet, so I thought I'd better do so.<br />
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Curtis graduated Magna Cum Laude and I graduated Suma Cum Laude. Lots of hard work paid off for both of us!<br />
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Sister
Dalton, the LDS Young Women's general president, spoke at graduation.
She gave great advice about not fearing, but facing adversity. <br />
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Curtis
graduated with a degree in Business Management - Finance, and I
graduated in Pre-Professional Biology. It was a long four years with
some transfers in between. My first two years in Provo were awesome, but
these last two years in Laie were <i>life changing</i>. I am so grateful I was able to go to school here!<br />
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stayed together in a condo at Turtle Bay and had lots of fun! <br />
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each other. When I left Hawaii, she gave me a beautiful Samoan lei,
necklace, and a wrap-skirt thing. She is from the island of Samoa. Sui
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she's Sept 1). We have been able to relate to each other as we are in
the same major and pregnant. She graduates next April. I have had so
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Maye
Wimmer and I were visiting teaching companions the whole time we lived
in TVA. She's from California. They lived in the apartment right below
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through more than I could ever imagine and is still one of the
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Carrie
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and so cheerful all the time. She is due with her first baby boy any day
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There's
not another place on earth like BYU-Hawaii. A student body of 2500
students made up of people from over 70 different countries. What a good
experience!!Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08616652610175250927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-73435529813642048252012-04-04T00:11:00.001-06:002012-04-04T00:11:34.763-06:00Hello from Duvall!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hey family! We wanted to share how we're doing, up here in Duval!! Conference was just wonderful, Lucy and Ruby REALLY watched all 4 sessions. They didn't miss a anything...eyes wide open!;)</div>
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Don't they look sweet!?</div>
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You all know how into the NCAA games we are...right!? Well, Ruby and Tyler were exhausted after the championship game on Monday night...isn't that cute?! Ruby knew that the white team was Kentucky and the blue team was Kansas! She cheered and was all sorts of excited! Then she finally went to sleep...in her favorite spot!</div>
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Monday it was sunshine and blue sky...we had to capture that on film! We headed to the park, Myles was shooting hoops...loving the warmth of "summer" (myles thought it was warm like summertime---but it was just barely above 60--think he is from Washington!?)..</div>
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And then there is Max, out scoring the climbing wall! He is an outside boy...through and through! He is into playing outside any time he can get someone to open the door for him! He stands at the sliding glass door, with his forehead pressed against the glass...just waiting for the words, "want to go play Max!?" Isn't he getting big!? </div>
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I hope you are all doing well!! We love you all so much!! Take care, enjoy the sun and know that we love you!! Always remember that our door is always open!!</div>
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"Well, I can."
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"Mom, I am just teaching you how to not get your cloths on!"Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-5465437278217646622012-03-29T04:46:00.000-06:002012-03-29T04:46:46.011-06:00Headless?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you haven't heard, it's because I don't have a mouth. It was cut off in a photograph.<br />
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How do you box up a life? Where does the stuff go? And not just scarves and wood spoons and old-ball socks — where does the emotion go when your home is split in two?<br />
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Do you know what is crazy amazing? Mom, Amy and Annabelle are coming to NY... today. Right in the midst of a whirlwind of change for Dallas. Call it divine, call it fate, call it too-cool-for-words, but I offered up several prayers of thanks for this little nod from Heaven.<br />
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If I'm offered and take the job in NY, it's with a communications firm (a modern day ad agency); if I don't get the offer, I'll still look into another offer in Boston being a Youth and Family Support Worker. That means, I'm not a licensed therapist, but I would be working with social workers and art therapists assisting individuals and families in need of help. My heart that loves causes and the betterment of the human condition is leaning heavily in that direction.<br />
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So, the next week will prove interesting, in any case. And not as bloody as one would think, especially having your head cut off while swinging on life's swings.<br />
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<br /></div>Dallas Grahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06280828999839404455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-42888924403151844462012-03-27T22:52:00.002-06:002012-03-27T22:52:28.208-06:00Just a little something...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just wanted to share this silly photo of Max. He was helping me take things out of the washer, and put them in the dryer (ps, the key is to start them YOUNG!!) and he suddenly stopped handing me clothes. I looked over at him to see why he stopped and this is what I found. He had found a binky that went through the wash! It was still attached to his pjs from that morning. As you can see in the photo--if you look close--he has a binky attached to his shirt too!! Isn't that funny!? I laughed out loud...so funny!! Love you all, and I'm going to be better at using this blog..so I dare you to use it too!!!<br />
<br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15665978896069016877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-69064236345063381722012-03-26T14:01:00.002-06:002012-03-26T14:13:08.794-06:00Welcome Home Elder GrahamWelcome back to the blog, family! Just wanted to share the events of a very special day yesterday. We had the pleasure and opportunity of having many of our family and of Wendee's family here at our home to listen to a great report from Elder Garrett Graham! WOW! What a guy! First of all they arrived in time to attend sacrament meeting in our ward. Since it was fast Sunday, we had the great opportunity to hear Garrett bear his testimony right in our own ward! That was wonderful. I was so very excited to have some of my family there. After our meeting we hustled home to make some food preparations for hungry people and visit and have a good time. I fixed Amy's recipe of pinto beans and pork loin. . crock pot variety which was very good. Bo said, "it is just pork and beans" one of his favorite dishes. That is true it was dead pig and pinto beans. It did have other tasty items to improve the delicate and distinctive tastes. That with Lime-Rice, a wonderful big green salad and several options for dessert and we were set. I never did count noses, but there was a good crowd. The real highlight was hearing Garrett as he guided us on a tour (in spirit) of his mission. These missionaries don't get a very good chance to report their missions any more, so we felt it a great opportunity. We were all convinced that Garrett loved his mission and serving the Lord. He left a big footprint. It was truly wonderful and we missed all of you who would have loved to have been there in person. Sure glad we are a good "stopping in" place. Thanks to Elder Graham (Garrett) for honoring our family by his devoted service to the Lord. Now, I want to see some action on our blog! xoxxo MomMamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07441726001780654479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-49189897653166448062011-06-16T21:24:00.002-06:002011-06-16T21:29:52.806-06:00Hi family! Just to let you know that our Littlest One - - Joni - - is running the Ragnar tomorrow and Saturday. Feel free to call and cheer her on! Her group begins at 4 p.m. on Friday. She runs at 6 p.m. on Friday, during the middle of the night, not sure of the next time, but she is the last runner. . . .crossing the finishe line Sat. afternoon. We are sad that we don't get to see it. The spectator thing is very limited this year! She will be in our hearts and prayers, right? Go Joni Go! You are awesome! Loves and kisses! xoxox MomMamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07441726001780654479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-33917296074617783772011-05-11T13:55:00.002-06:002011-05-11T13:55:28.182-06:00Happy Mother's Day All!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers! I hope your day was made very special. Mine was spent with both our families and made delightful by all involved. Lee's rotation is at a hospital were he gets food from the awesome cafeteria and he has been bringing me my favorite drinks all week! Then he took Graham to the store with him and they picked out a bouquet of white roses and yellow mum, so fresh and pretty on my table! On Thursday Graham brought home a bouquet of hand-painted tulips from egg cartons for my "mah-ders day!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5tgUk4j2yw/TcmOl2IlocI/AAAAAAAABYY/bwiUChq_XaE/s1600/IMG_2598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5tgUk4j2yw/TcmOl2IlocI/AAAAAAAABYY/bwiUChq_XaE/s640/IMG_2598.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">With the flowers came a note. This is what it said: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">This is to Certify that my mom is the greatest! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Here's why: "because she gives me lots of grapes and food. She gives me green beans, and I love those!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Love, GA...a...m"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">(He signed his own name!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">We spent church and a mother's day luncheon with the Graham Fam. Graham's Primary class facilitated a gift for me too; a rose and a note. Here are Graham's responses to the prompts on the note:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">My mom's favorite color is: blue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">She loves to eat: grapes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">My mom smiles because: she has a little baby in her tummy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">My mom wants me to: eat bacon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I like it when my mom: makes bacon soda</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">If I could give her anything I would: give her fruit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">When she grows up she want to: be a girl</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">My mom loves me because: she has lots of watermelon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Luncheon with the Graham was super. It was phenomenal food, including a lime-ice drink, salmon smothered in lime n butter sauted onions, vegi kabobs, a beautiful salad and bruccetta for the 3rd year running! We were pretty stuffed by the time we got to the Ragsdales!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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This image (captured by whom?) is something I will always, ALWAYS love looking to remembering my darling, Doris Day Mother!</div>Dallas Grahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06280828999839404455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-15124808133039212142011-03-20T17:16:00.004-06:002011-03-20T18:29:53.951-06:00The White Stork Is ComingThe White Stork was sitting,<div>Up high in the tree</div><div>When the boy kissed the girl</div><div>And dropped to his knee.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Will you?" he asked </div><div>With his chiseled, square face</div><div>"I will, you goat-lover!"</div><div>She answered in haste.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding bells rang</div><div>And cheers climbed sky-high,</div><div>Dancing and singing, </div><div>And mile-deep pie.</div><div><br /></div><div>The White Stork sat by</div><div>As the guests strolled away</div><div>And the couple made haste</div><div>To "roll in the hay."</div><div><br /></div><div>Days turned to months</div><div>And leaves turned to snow</div><div>And the couple began to</div><div>Feel life-wheels go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Groceries and books </div><div>And some thoughts of cars;</div><div>Spaghetti with meatballs</div><div>Was a favorite of thars. </div><div><br /></div><div>The White Stork kept watch</div><div>In the high-time of day;</div><div>And he perched near their window</div><div>Each "roll in the hay."</div><div><br /></div><div>You see:</div><div><br /></div><div>His job is not easy,</div><div>This gentle, white bird</div><div>He determines all new life,</div><div>Just like you've heard.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not muscles or brains</div><div>That produces a child;</div><div>It's something much more</div><div>Than a call of the wild.</div><div><br /></div><div>The White Stork keeps watch</div><div>Over each new-made pair;</div><div>He checks and he measures</div><div>Their level of care.</div><div><br /></div><div>He helps with the life-math,</div><div>The addition of two,</div><div>And he watches intentions</div><div>To see if they're true.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why?</div><div><br /></div><div>Because his job is not easy,</div><div>When he places new life </div><div>In a small, cotton blankey</div><div>Between a man and his wife.</div><div><br /></div><div>The child is WhiteSpecial</div><div>Because of it's soul</div><div>And Fathers and Mothers</div><div>Have a keen role.</div><div><br /></div><div>For two that are new</div><div>To the burping and tears,</div><div>Need patience and love</div><div>To the stars and for years.</div><div><br /></div><div>The White Stork can only</div><div>Let go and release </div><div>To hearts that are stitched</div><div>With forgiveness and peace.</div><div><br /></div><div>So...</div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrate and hip-ya!</div><div>The White Stork made a nest</div><div>That sits in the branches</div><div>of the greatest tree-best!</div><div><br /></div><div>A baby is coming</div><div>Direct from the sky</div><div>With The White Stork's blessing</div><div>And his teary, glad eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you all, </div><div>especially Austin and Cydnee!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dallas Grahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06280828999839404455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-74095943582367642142010-04-05T21:45:00.001-06:002010-04-05T21:45:19.269-06:00Emma's BaptismEmma and her proud Papa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/S7qsmN3ZaRI/AAAAAAAABF0/OgnA8VTtl1s/s1600/IMG_4516.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/S7qsmN3ZaRI/AAAAAAAABF0/OgnA8VTtl1s/s400/IMG_4516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863671069796626" border="0" /></a>My littlest sister, Emma Jane Graham, was baptized a few weeks ago. She happily chose to take this important step to become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints and has started down the path that leads us all back to live with our Heavenly Father.<br />Way to go Emma! She looked so beautiful.Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-51885131235306620422010-03-29T17:36:00.001-06:002010-03-29T17:37:05.080-06:00More from the Gardens...and Lee's awesome camera!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wOEX0JRrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aOZ6ojNLpis/s1600/IMG_4754-2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wN4fnmgRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zb-DyfidtB8/s1600/IMG_4834-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wN4fnmgRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zb-DyfidtB8/s400/IMG_4834-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452748513050263826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wLt__ejAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Il-oJ10NiLk/s1600/IMG_5009-2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wLgkIJ0HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jbSba5CDMqw/s1600/IMG_4980-2+%282%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wEtUs7oiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZRy1D9PS2qU/s400/IMG_4686-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452738425536619042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCzIYfbdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Twc0xBg4Xsg/s1600/IMG_4666-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCzIYfbdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Twc0xBg4Xsg/s400/IMG_4666-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452736326285618642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCyUKvNFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NuQdkXgWdAo/s1600/IMG_4658-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCyUKvNFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NuQdkXgWdAo/s400/IMG_4658-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452736312269288530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCx1QYqhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GZXxv5m41rQ/s1600/IMG_4626-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6wCx1QYqhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GZXxv5m41rQ/s400/IMG_4626-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452736303971478034" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great time seeing all the new life that spring has brought to Fort Worth. Our kids sure are cute too, but we are a little biased. I included some more photos from the butterfly exhibit, and the others were taken while strolling around the park.Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-17306916551003020052010-03-29T17:34:00.001-06:002010-03-29T17:35:39.646-06:00Attack of the Butterflies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6vVlSMa-5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-x5e08IgQDw/s1600/IMG_4762-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6vVlSMa-5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-x5e08IgQDw/s400/IMG_4762-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452686610377931666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6vVP-NkuJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QPzhNxdl064/s1600/IMG_4739-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1IIumrpI/AAAAAAAAACw/qyijvfVnass/s400/IMG_4623-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650925248654994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HzjB3JI/AAAAAAAAACo/cO-O-aQcoMU/s1600/IMG_4613-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HzjB3JI/AAAAAAAAACo/cO-O-aQcoMU/s400/IMG_4613-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650919562960018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HcZ15xI/AAAAAAAAACg/YueUUJlbO5w/s1600/IMG_4607-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HcZ15xI/AAAAAAAAACg/YueUUJlbO5w/s400/IMG_4607-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650913350412050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HM9HMWI/AAAAAAAAACY/FPvY_2dW5v4/s1600/IMG_4597-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1HM9HMWI/AAAAAAAAACY/FPvY_2dW5v4/s400/IMG_4597-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650909203378530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1Gst4G5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OvGm6ypdjxA/s1600/IMG_4591-2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWNH5mPWCZ8/S6u1Gst4G5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OvGm6ypdjxA/s400/IMG_4591-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650900549540754" border="0" /></a><br />The Fort Worth Botanical Gardens has a butterfly exhibit going on right now that is spectacular. Here is a sample of some of the little guys (actually, the lone moth is about the size of my hand although you can't tell from the photo). Make sure you vote on your favorite one in the comment box! I will post more photos of our Botanical Gardens photos later. <div>-Lee</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-22387536163732993972010-01-20T15:49:00.000-07:002010-01-20T15:50:08.446-07:00Growing UpIt was a big night. Certainly cause for celebration.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyaIDNH0vudnWLV1XVSRLzeHpKaK86oHZgBXw_LeXxejhbiXzO3bcvupvozUTes1ZeJlCwomD-aLDbrrVWhMQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Then, just as I was putting Graham is bed...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzpdtxPjU-tC0J_ShV3jXgBGNX8NIowWK8Bk7jnvq08keoZ7tbX3ifsuv2SwiW3Qq3XOxPDCK6QokRu9vcOqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I love being a mommy!Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-62676584828154568352009-10-28T15:08:00.002-06:002009-10-28T15:19:08.215-06:00what did she say?<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcq0801jlwbP4nHrHUqFnHLesyC0EYHOVizmzUrqbGaU-YKBWcoer0N5HGC0OUEmh67qKgYoKx30s5mYisNg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>littlesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463221355854193746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-52106328054750588032009-10-22T13:22:00.004-06:002009-10-22T13:29:51.334-06:00Additional pics of U2<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyjV_2iyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M84jf4qasyE/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+196.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395508673859980066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyjV_2iyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/M84jf4qasyE/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+196.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyjKf8UKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZGtDK4dQElg/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+199.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395508670773350562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyjKf8UKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZGtDK4dQElg/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+199.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiwzeNHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cXhkZSC-tzM/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+179.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395508663875941490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiwzeNHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cXhkZSC-tzM/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+179.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiVYR_4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z4Fx8CMWm1s/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+170.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395508656514137986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiVYR_4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z4Fx8CMWm1s/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+170.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiJkDwCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lN9t6JT1yPI/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+192.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395508653342310434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuCyiJkDwCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lN9t6JT1yPI/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+192.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>More pictures to enjoy of the biggest band in the world.....U2!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div></div></div></div></div>RockStarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09984110034190440083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-45545637489722377112009-10-22T09:17:00.002-06:002009-10-22T09:35:23.782-06:00Doug and Jodi @ U2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7pd4r5GI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QDUcrkUfpww/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+181.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448305917092962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7pd4r5GI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QDUcrkUfpww/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+181.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ouwgtaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U6yeJeanqL4/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+178.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448293266339234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ouwgtaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U6yeJeanqL4/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+178.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7oGYM-GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XbsNraNM_Zc/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+166.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448282426964066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7oGYM-GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XbsNraNM_Zc/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+166.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ntygNGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XQ7GZcwLA84/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+144.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448275826390114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ntygNGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XQ7GZcwLA84/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+144.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ncKp4jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ON9z-6Wf8k/s1600-h/U2-Phoenix+2009+138.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448271095849522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGBl0a0W3Eg/SuB7ncKp4jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ON9z-6Wf8k/s320/U2-Phoenix+2009+138.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Hey family....most of you probably know that Jodi and I took a quick trip down to Phoenix to see the best band in the whole world, and my personal favorite....U2.......it was amazing....the best show I have ever seen, and I've seen them a few times. The Black Eyed Peas opened for them...and they were great as well. They played in front of 90,000 people at Cardinal stadium...and we were about 12 feet from the stage...so I got some great footage of Bono, Edge, Larry, and Adam....thought I'd share them with you.....all great songs, and good vibes everywhere.....good times.. Mom was good enough to come down and spent the night with the kids, so we are most grateful to her.....this Sunday they will be playing their concert live from the Rose Bowl on You Tube.....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Doug</div></div></div></div></div>RockStarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09984110034190440083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-21786905907629954982009-10-15T21:23:00.000-06:002009-10-15T21:24:14.162-06:00a perfect fall day<div style="text-align: center; ">2 best friends + 1 hayride+ 3 GIANT pumpkins= a perfect fall day!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmGaSsZGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/13ODe2O4aEE/s1600-h/DSCF3478.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmGaSsZGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/13ODe2O4aEE/s320/DSCF3478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393032076610790498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmFvysLBI/AAAAAAAABMI/F_ju2aubEc8/s1600-h/DSCF3472.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmFvysLBI/AAAAAAAABMI/F_ju2aubEc8/s320/DSCF3472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393032065202269202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmFPYQr0I/AAAAAAAABMA/AzyoSZVZoOY/s1600-h/DSCF3471.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmFPYQr0I/AAAAAAAABMA/AzyoSZVZoOY/s320/DSCF3471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393032056501481282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmEjSdNdI/AAAAAAAABL4/e_7iitMZ6JU/s1600-h/DSCF3470.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2O4hHfAfueQ/StfmEjSdNdI/AAAAAAAABL4/e_7iitMZ6JU/s320/DSCF3470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393032044665976274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">mary, nelson and i went on a fun outing to the pumpkin patch with my friend heidi's preschool class. it was fabulous! it cost $3 a person and you got to pick ANY size pumpkin you wanted! so naturally nelson picked one that seriously weighed 50 pounds. i'm serious...i had to carry it back to the hayride! i think it was over half as tall as he was! makes me want to eat donuts and drink cider.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">thanks for the invite heidi!</div>littlesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463221355854193746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-55314168035092833452009-10-15T19:11:00.000-06:002009-10-15T19:12:08.776-06:00Evelyn's Birth<p class="MsoNormal">It has been a while, but I felt like I couldn't post until I could post the thing that any interested readers would really like to hear. So finally, here is Evelyn Rose Ragsdale's birth story. If you would like to read my doula's account click <a href="http://belliesinbloom.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-vbac.html">here</a>. If you cringe while reading words such as "contraction" or "vagina" beware!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dear Evelyn, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was over Christmas break at the Rivendell cabin in Wyoming when I missed my period. Daddy and I had to work to hide our excitement! Within a month, I had to work to keep my belly hidden! I avoided visiting family too much because every time I did, someone would ask. Aunt Kayla, Uncle Bo, and Aunt Emma were especially perceptive. Our goal was to announce our happy news once Uncle Austin got home from his mission on February 9<sup>th</sup>. During the month of January I started getting really sick. One time and threw up so hard I actually threw out my back! It worked out being a great excuse to give friends and family for the look on my face or for not visiting. Grandma Ragsdale insisted I needed some nice new walking shoes and bought me some. Then Aunt Erin set up a massage appointment for me to pretend I was her. That actually didn’t work out because when I went in, they had me fill out a general health form where I felt I should check the pregnancy box. Once I was all undressed and snuggled under the sheets, my masseuse came in and informed me that they had a corporate policy about not massaging during the first trimester of pregnancy. I had told him about my back and he knew I needed some help, so he said, “Look, I can’t give you a full massage but If I work on you for 20 minutes you just need to leave and act like you are really miffed about it. We will freeze your account so your monthly massages don’t expire and this won’t count for anything.” So he did! Unfortunately, I had to call Aunt Erin and tell her why her massage account had been frozen, so she had to keep a secret for a couple weeks!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Finally, Granna and Grandpa Graham flew up to Canada to get Austin and I actually stayed at the Graham house to babysit everyone while they were gone. I wore big sweaters and baggy pants the whole time. <span style=""> </span>When they got home and Uncle Austin met your big brother Graham for the first time.<span style=""> </span>(Daddy and I were excited to announce you especially because Uncle Austin had left at about the same time during Graham’s pregnancy and had never seen me pregnant.) I had made Graham a little shirt that said “Big Brother” and he was wearing that under his jacket. After dinner, Daddy announced that we had a present for Austin. We stripped off Graham’s jacket and with Grandpa smirking over his shoulder, Austin read it aloud. Granna’s face went from confused to surprise to ecstatic! I unzipped my jacket to reveal a tidy but well developed bump and everyone exploded! There was a lot of “I knew it! I knew it!” from Kayla and Bo and Grandpa just kept smirking like he had known all along. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then day we found out you were a little girl was a lot of fun. Daddy came to the appointment with me and as soon as the nurse but the ultrasound on my belly he said, “Oh, that’s a girl!” The nurse said, “Well, I don’t know, we’ll see…” and she took her time doing all the other measurements before she finally got down to get a look. And sure enough! We both started crying we were so happy! <span style=""> </span>Then we spent the drive home calling everyone to let them know. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had a lot of hopes for your delivery Evelyn. For one, I didn’t want another C-section. I knew that would limit the size of family we could have and I knew it was better for both of us if I could go vaginally. I think my biggest oversight with Graham is that I wasn’t educated or prepared in anyway. I was determined to learn everything I could this time to give myself the best chance of succeeding. So I checked out every book the library had on the topic; natural birthing methods, VBAC helps and informations, and then I also researched the policies and procedures of the hospital so I could know what to expect and what to demand. When I was eight months pregnant I changed care providers. I had previously gone to an OB-GYN. She was nice enough, but I never bonded in anyway and she was only ever passive and even dismissive about my desires and chances for a VBAC.<span style=""> </span>So I found a group of midwives that worked in a closer hospital. I know I was led by Heavenly Father. I have noticed through my life that when I need to go a certain direction, He opens it up to be the path of least resistance and things get settled very quickly. That is what happened here. I had called several midwife groups and there was always something wrong: they didn’t accept my particular insurance, they didn’t take on patients already 8 months along, or they didn’t work with VBACs. When I called this group, everything was a go and the gal that helped me was so nice and enthusiastic. She got me set up quickly with appointments to see all of the different midwives in the few weeks I had left. At my first appointment, I came with a long list of questions. But first, she just sat and listened to the story of Graham’s birth and what I wanted for your birth.<span style=""> </span>Then as I went down my list, she answered questions I hadn’t even asked yet and everything was what I wanted! She was positive and enthusiastic about my chances and when she checked me I was already dilated to a 1 and 80% effaced. “Oh honey,” she said, “if you are like this at 39 weeks you’ll go into labor!” I came out of there singing! For one, it felt so nice to have someone listen, understand, and want to help me have the birth I wanted. And for another, my body was already doing the things it should have been doing to prepare! They also felt my belly and said that you wouldn’t be as big as Graham’s 8lbs 8oz. We were so excited. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I researched and read, I learned about doula’s. They are hard to find and rather expensive but I liked the idea a lot. Then just a few days before my due date, a friend gave a recommendation for her doula and even called the doula that night to let her know I would be calling. The next day I called and she answered and called me by name! Her name was Hannah Reasoner and she agreed to meet with Dad and I the following night. We both loved her and she gave us a discount since we were three days away from the due date. Again, we felt that Heavenly Father was very involved in our situation. Hannah was also a masseuse and agreed to try labor inducing acupressure techniques if I went to 41 weeks. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The due date, September 5<sup>th</sup>, came and went, but I was at peace. Somehow, I found a comfortable quiet place with this pregnancy and was content to wait for you. The Wednesday before you were born, I took castor oil and had my first real labor contractions till late into the night. It was so exciting! I had never felt real natural contractions and found I could deal with them wonderfully.<span style=""> </span>Thursday I had a midwives appointment and they scheduled me for the fetal stress-testing the following morning to check up on you. Hannah came over that night and I had some great contractions with her working the pressure point.<span style=""> </span>Friday morning I went in and they monitored your heartbeat for 20 minutes. I was having regular contractions but the closest they got were 7 minutes apart.<span style=""> </span>They were also concerned that I might have a slow leak in my sac because I had so much discharge. If that were the case then they would have kept me in the hospital and tried to get my labor going. I didn’t want that, I wanted to labor at home. The nurse let me go home and get packed and pick up Daddy in case we had to stay. Then we came back for the midwife to check me. I was dilated to a 4 but didn’t have a leak so she said to go home and do whatever we wanted because you were coming regardless. Hannah came again that night and again I reacted well to her massage. Saturday morning, daddy checked me and we guessed that I was dilated to a 5 or 6. But, for some reason, I didn’t have as many or as hard of contractions that day as I had been having.<span style=""> </span>Hannah came over again at about 4. Granna Graham and Kayla were freaking out that I was walking around at a 5 or 6 and they were an hour away so they showed up around 8pm. I also took some more castor oil after much gagging and griping…but still nothing was happening. Daddy was giving me a hard time because I was complaining about the castor oil so much. “It’s probably not that bad, it’s all in your head, stop making such a big deal out of it…etc.” So in empathy, he took a sip too. Hannah finally left at about 9 and Daddy and I went for a walk. We turned on a movie at about 11pm but about ¾ of the way through I had to pay attention to the contractions because they were picking up. I rolled around on the exercise ball, Daddy used counter pressure and Granna used some other relaxation techniques I had learned about. Then I started to feel nauseous during the contractions and it occurred to me that this was probably the result of the castor oil. So I went to the bathroom and the castor oil did its job. <span style=""> </span>I am pretty sure this is when I went into transition. We called Hannah, (it was almost 2:30 in the morning,) and asked if she thought we should head to the hospital. She said she wouldn’t decide that for us but that she was on her way. <span style=""> </span>My contractions didn’t stop of slow afterwards so that clued us in – this was it! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Granna suggested we try hydrotherapy with a hot bath. I was hesitant because honestly sitting on a hard surface getting soggy didn’t sound all that nice. <span style=""> </span>But I was wrong! It was wonderful. The contractions really kicked it up a notch and yet I was able to deal with them and keep breathing…even though I started making a fair amount of noise. Granna said I was a lioness!<span style=""> </span>I hadn’t let Dad check my since that morning because I didn’t want to be disappointed. But he checked me after about 10 minutes in the tub because I was starting to get a hitch in my breathing because I was feeling the need to push. Dad said, “uh, guys? I think we need to go. I can’t feel how big you are…I can’t feel anything…uh…you’re this big,” and he held his first two fingers about 5 inches apart. We agreed it was time so they helped me out of the bath and got me dressed. Every time a contraction came I had to grab Dad and just hang on him because my legs couldn’t support my weight. We made it to the front door and another contraction came and then my water broke – it sounded like a water balloon hitting a brick wall! I said, “There goes my water!” Then I think Daddy’s urgency doubled. He called Hannah and told her to meet us at the hospital. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was pouring rain but we made it to the car and Dad drove very vast and broke all sorts of traffic laws. I, however, was very lucid. I kept saying, “Lee, slow down. Be safe. I’m fine. We are going to make it.” Also interestingly, I only had 2 contractions on the way to the hospital, and that was about 10 minutes drive. My body knew I was not in a safe place to deliver and it totally slowed down. Granna noticed and tried to get me to focus and keep labor going. I knew it would keep going though. I just wanted to get there safely and I was trying to not push because I could feel you in between my legs and said so. We finally got there but they wheeled me up to Maternal Observation instead of Labor and Delivery. I still don’t know why I didn’t protest here, but anyway. All the way in passersby would call, “don’t push!” like it was a hospital greeting. Then once we go up there, the Observation Nurse said, “Hi, what’s your name? And your birthday?<span style=""> </span>Are you contracting?” Wasn’t that obvious? So they started changing me into a gown and Daddy felt the Call of Nature…or rather the castor oil! He dashed out just as the nurse looked under the gown and said, “Oh my goodness!” <span style=""> </span>She held my knees together while she and another lady grabbed my bed and started shouting at people to move things and get out of the way as they ran to labor and delivery! “She’s crowning! She’s crowning!” <span style=""> </span>I kept asking for someone to go and find my husband because he didn’t know where we were! Then everyone seemed to get there at once. Hannah got there, Dad found me, and Granna got in from parking the car. A midwife walked in and said, “Okay, grab your knees and push!” <span style=""> </span>She tried to massage my perineum but your head was already there. Another nurse tried to put monitors on me but was pushed off (much to my triumph!) Dad pushed his way up to hold my hand and Granna and Hannah came up to my left side. <span style=""> </span>Granna kept talking to me, “Estee, you’re doing it and you’re beautiful! This is what you wanted! <span style=""> </span>And now you get to push – this is the good stuff. This is the fun part. You’re awesome!” She said I was smiling the whole time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1vZp9koI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wkKIO0ONrvY/s1600-h/IMG_5854.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1vZp9koI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wkKIO0ONrvY/s400/IMG_5854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392978904744825474" border="0" /></a>And I truly was happy! Happy to have labored at home, happy to have it finally happening, happy to be doing it the way I wanted!! In about 4 contractions you were out. It was 3:24, Sunday morning. You were 9 lbs and 6 oz and 21 inches long.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The first thing I saw was your feet and I said, “Lee! Look at her feet! She’s got your feet!” <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1w9xdjwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/D-nf7UxNjuw/s1600-h/IMG_5877.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1w9xdjwI/AAAAAAAAAyw/D-nf7UxNjuw/s400/IMG_5877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392978931619827458" border="0" /></a>You were bigger then we were planning on – your going home outfit came to your knees! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9kWStCzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/x25zSrbQeuk/s1600-h/IMG_5911.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9kWStCzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/x25zSrbQeuk/s400/IMG_5911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392987510956428082" border="0" /></a>They put you right up on my chest and you latched on and nursed for an hour. I knew they only needed to take measurements and things within the first hour so I said no thank you and held you and nursed you till the hour was up. (You nursed so well you actually brought my milk in the next day.) By that time the O.R. was ready for me too. So I handed you to Daddy and they took me out. Because you were much bigger then we were anticipating, because you came SO fast, and because you were my first in many ways, I tore badly. You Evelyn, however, were perfect.<span style=""> </span>You had less of a cone-head then Graham! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9j3cmDFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fGu--yxb7xM/s1600-h/IMG_5908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9j3cmDFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fGu--yxb7xM/s400/IMG_5908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392987502676413522" border="0" /></a>My perineum actually didn’t tear very much, but you tore the left side wall of my vagina as you came down. Whew! So, it ended up that I had to have a spinal block, an IV, and a catheter to get that fixed…some of the things I was trying to avoid! But it actually didn’t matter much; I got the birth I wanted. You came vaginally and completely drug free! Many of the nurses were totally amazed. An all natural <u>V</u>aginal <u>B</u>irth <u>A</u>fter <u>C</u>esarean. I did it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1wIsqpMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fF__etvAIkI/s1600-h/IMG_5858.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste1wIsqpMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fF__etvAIkI/s400/IMG_5858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392978917372634306" border="0" /></a></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9lExPhQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/RNB9rVOJFmE/s1600-h/IMG_5922.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tMS6yfdz348/Ste9lExPhQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/RNB9rVOJFmE/s400/IMG_5922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392987523432547586" border="0" /></a>Estee Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348247661103618338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-214686990021899252009-10-08T18:25:00.003-06:002009-10-08T18:29:38.494-06:00Engagement Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6D4m9z75I/AAAAAAAAABw/Jlb7UmnL0A0/s1600-h/engagements+246.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6D4m9z75I/AAAAAAAAABw/Jlb7UmnL0A0/s320/engagements+246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390390812564778898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DrIXiS6I/AAAAAAAAABo/elIhlcUV8GQ/s1600-h/engagements+216.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DrIXiS6I/AAAAAAAAABo/elIhlcUV8GQ/s320/engagements+216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390390581012876194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DqmCPOuI/AAAAAAAAABg/wJntQra0unQ/s1600-h/engagements+139bw.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DqmCPOuI/AAAAAAAAABg/wJntQra0unQ/s320/engagements+139bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390390571796740834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6Dp6FZZ_I/AAAAAAAAABY/kPWwwXMfnB4/s1600-h/engagements+129ls.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6Dp6FZZ_I/AAAAAAAAABY/kPWwwXMfnB4/s320/engagements+129ls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390390559998830578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DpX_AqUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FuB0GY47cx8/s1600-h/engagements+070s.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7_yMb78oyI/Ss6DpX_AqUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FuB0GY47cx8/s320/engagements+070s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390390550845237570" /></a><br />It seems as if many of us have stopped our vigilant blog watching, but Tyler and I have our engagement pictures now. They are so wonderful. We are so excited :) so here they are for you all to enjoy a coupleAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285187270523996118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-91480926650890523092009-09-01T19:23:00.001-06:002009-09-01T19:27:42.704-06:00yay for mady!everyone! this is mady- and i'm following in my sisters footsteps and as well as the rest of the family! i have made my own blog! woo hoo! <br /><br /><br />http://www.dancewild.blogspot.com<br /><br /> enjoy!Oldest Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12710321919691659037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-38479794382871527132009-08-23T08:09:00.000-06:002009-08-23T08:10:26.224-06:00shelby's blog!i finally got a blog! here's the link in case anyone's interested:<br />http://livehappie.blogspot.com/<br /><br />(dallas, i used that little john milton quote you put on your quilt square!)Oldest Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12710321919691659037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078862217060130570.post-40651509876972427482009-08-22T12:28:00.002-06:002009-08-22T12:36:32.671-06:00Continued love story.<div>So yes, Tyler and Abby are engaged. And what a wonderful engagement it is. November 20 is the big day and we are so excited. The past couple weeks have been challenging in the fact we needed to get our school stuff all ready. But we have had so much fun. Its such a blessing and I know now, of the reality of the plan of happiness. The temple is our goal and eternal happiness is our reward. Its well worth it I am thinking. I will get a picture of the rock that he has on my finger. He did a perfect job picking out a ring all by himself. Proud I am. I love him. He loves me. We will be a happy family. Next Graham gathering we will come up. love love love you all. Families are Forever :)</div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285187270523996118noreply@blogger.com0