tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28909151689592914472024-03-12T17:37:48.217-07:00The Hill'sWelcome to our PageUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-13970171078285686222012-06-04T16:55:00.000-07:002012-06-04T17:46:16.247-07:00Engagement Pictures!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here are some of my favorite Engagement Photos.I promise I will get better at this whole Blogging thing. </div>
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More to come of the Wedding Photos!! I love my little family!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Well it has been a while since I have written on here. So much has changed in the lives of Peyton and I in such a short amount of time. I got married in January to my best friend of 10 years and Peyton finally got a real dad who loves her to pieces. It's amazing how your friends one day and the next it's a whole different story and your trying to adjust and focus as to what just happened. I am the happiest I have ever been and sometimes wonder why it took 10 years of friendship to get us where we are at. Brandon is an amazing father and husband and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve such a wonderful man in my life. I think Peyton loves him more then me but I love the connection they have with each other. It's as if she has been his all long.<br />Brandon is finishing up his masters program with New Mexico Highlands so I decided to take on the role of being the supporter so he could finish and soon provide for our little family. I started a new job last month and so far I am loving it. Peyton is in her last couple months of Pre-school and she is loving it. She is definitely not my baby any more and she shows it more and more everyday. I do love that she still wants to snuggle at night before bed so that is nice. She learned a couple of weeks ago that she is going to be a big sister. She is absolutley thrilled but is afraid her momma is gonna forget about her when the baby arrives. She believes we are having twins so I am definitely looking forward to my next appt, to see the doctor has to find in my tummy. Keeping my fingers crossed she is wrong and only find one. So far things have been going good in the Hill household. Hopefully I can get some pictures posted from all our recent events and can keep up with this blog now that I have more time on my hands. </i></span></h4>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-10405913733330642602010-08-18T21:41:00.000-07:002010-08-18T21:41:34.589-07:00HaPpY BiRtHDaY tO mY gIrLs!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/TGyy1AuBDEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ktj5g7p5Xb4/s1600/DSCF2247%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/TGyy1AuBDEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ktj5g7p5Xb4/s320/DSCF2247%5B1%5D" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my beautiful sister Jess! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She probably one of the sweetest sisters we have in our family! This girl is so straight forward with people but is quick to wrap her arms around someone's shoulder and make them feel loved and welcome! I can't believe my baby sister is now sixteen and kind enough to share her birthday with her niece! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/TGyz5Yy5mpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WKgvXmGrQjs/s1600/IMG_2229%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/TGyz5Yy5mpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WKgvXmGrQjs/s320/IMG_2229%5B1%5D" /></a></div>Jessica and Peyton both share a birthday which is funny because when Jess was little she was my baby. I took care of her, she slept with me at night and was my baby the first night my mother brought her home. Jess and I are 13 years apart and still pretty close. Well 13 years later Peyton came along. Jessica and Peyton are 13 years and an hour apart. Jess is 13 years and an hour older then Peyton. Jess now plays the role of miss mom to Peyton when I am work. When I go to pick Peyton up I can always find her in bed with Jess. I can't believe she is now 16 and Peyton is now 3. Where has the time gone. I love both of my girls and hope they have a wonderful birthday together!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-8625972044483139542010-03-15T11:30:00.000-07:002010-08-19T19:43:56.805-07:00Peyton's 2 Year Picture's!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/S554iq-U8ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ARdj41-h84E/s1600-h/Peyton_27(8x10).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/S554iq-U8ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ARdj41-h84E/s320/Peyton_27(8x10).jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Here are some recent pictures of Peyton from Sam's wedding! She is getting so big!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-69684552945823378342009-10-01T17:22:00.001-07:002009-10-01T17:22:56.120-07:00BloggingFor any of you who know my sister Sam. She is now blogging so please add her. Her address is kennyandsam.blogspot.com.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-40051899170738943402009-08-25T16:46:00.000-07:002009-08-25T17:04:34.202-07:00Man It Has Been A While!!!<span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;">Guess What I am finally back. Sorry it has been a while since you have heard from me. A lot has been going on in the world of Peyton and Tashina. Peyton just turned two last Monday. I started school this week and have been on the go since. I forgot how much fun school was. Why was I working? Still trying to figure that one out. I think I have spoiled Peyton being home more because now she hardly wants to stay with grandma. But grandma gets her Peyton time when I go to class. I got my job back the Theatres because that seems to be the only thing right now that will work around my school schedule. Which I only work on Friday and Saturday. Well I also help my mom out at the schools with the after school program they have going on for the kids. I am still trying to decide if I like doing it. I have very little patience and Peyton tends to take all that I have so by the time KYA comes around I have none left. All those poor kids get to deal with me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;">Peyton has grown so fast and talking so well. She is more independent then I want her to be. She will start preschool next year with one of the lady's in my ward at church. I am excited for her but sad at the same time. Her getting older is making me have baby fever again. Then I look at how independent she is and I like that more. We started the whole potty training thing and so far not so good. I think she senses that mommy is really not into doing it right now and grandma is pushing it more. So when she is with me she tends to not let me know or go after I have taken her off the potty. And with grandma it's cake. I am like what am I doing wrong? So I get frustrated and throw a diaper back on her. I would rather change that then the underwear. Don't ask me why but I would. But I also think Grandma has had more kids then I have so she has a lot more patience then I do. But honestly my patience level has improved a lot. It's pretty sad when your own father is saying wow Tashina your patience has really improved. I am like thanks was it horrible before? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;">Well that is the latest update on us. Hopefully it is not a whole another year before you all get to hear from us. I will try to do better. Hope to hear from you all soon. Take care and much love!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-4393976543156634082008-07-06T14:00:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:22.778-08:00Where has the time gone????<em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well here is a little update on Peyton and I. Peyton is now 10months old. She has almost perfected her walking and has officially given up her bottle. She is still my little nap taker. She has her two bottom teeth and the two top teeth have finally cut through a couple of days ago. She has been such a joy. She may not look like me but she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">defiantly</span> has my attitude. Something I am not liking. She thinks she is such a big girl. She has been trying to walk down the stairs standing up and has discovered that she is not big enough for it and is trying to figure out another way to get down. But thanks to Waylon he tries really hard to show her how he goes down. Peyton likes to think she is the boss of him but thank goodness for his patience he handles her very well. We have been working very hard on teaching her sign language and I enjoy it a lot. So far she can do pig, thank you and please. I hope to take a sign language class this semester so i can teach her more. For her age she is a very smart child. She loves her new swimming pool and throws a fit when its time to get out. I think she just enjoys being outside. So far we haven't had anymore sun burns. For as much as we have been outside this summer I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beginning</span> to think she may have my skin tone on burning. I only burn once in the summer and I am done. And so far that's how it has been for her. She loves watering the garden with her papa at night and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jumping</span> on the trampoline with auntie Jess. She loves catching snakes and insects with her uncle Daniel. I don't know what she is going to do when auntie Sam leaves to go back to school. They have become best friends since she has been home. But she is a definite grandmas girl by far. She is growing up so fast.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">As for me I am looking forward to move in January. I am hoping to start school in Provo. But I have also been thinking about doing the new Radiology program they put in at San Juan College. Plus if I end up staying here and doing that my job offered to pay for my schooling if I stayed working for them part time. So right now my mind is set on moving. Work is good. I work in the payroll dept. and I love it. I am constantly busy so it's nice. I look forward everyday to see the big smile and excitement on Peyton's face when I get home from work. Her hugs are the best. Life is good and can't wait to see what the future holds for us. </span></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SHGEgyOoboI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x8F3tkMVSaU/s1600-h/TASHINA%27S+PHOTOS+386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220099141872938626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SHGEgyOoboI/AAAAAAAAAQw/x8F3tkMVSaU/s320/TASHINA%27S+PHOTOS+386.JPG" border="0" /></a></em><br /><em>In her new swimming pool!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Sorry I am having issues with the pictures posting. But as soon as I can get it workingI will get more on here. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-43579476624493148842008-07-01T20:04:00.000-07:002008-07-06T20:36:54.693-07:00LilianahWell it's been a while since I have been able to get on here and keep everyone updated. These last couple weeks have been hectic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">emotionally</span> and physically. So here I am and just to warn you I need to vent a little bit and can't seem to hold it in anymore. So just to warn you, you may cry. So just remember as you read...... <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I warned you!</span></strong> Well these last few days I have done nothing but thanked god that I have good healthy baby. One that I can hold in my arms every day, one I can come home to and say I love you. Well the reason for me saying all of this is because I had a very dear friend of mine that I work with everyday lose something so precious and beautiful. Last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Monday</span> June 23, 2008 as the work day ended I sat there talking to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mariah</span> about motherhood and feeling her belly as we talked. And remembering the days Peyton was in me and active. Baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lilianah</span> was so active that day. She kicked my hands and I felt her move so much. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mariah</span> and I sat there and enjoyed every minute of it and talked about how nervous she was going to be a first time mother. Well back in March when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mariah</span> went in for her ultra sound to find out what she was having she also came with some other news. She found out that day she was going to have a little girl but also that her little girl was sick. Lily had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gastritis</span>. It's were the small intestine develops outside of the body. So since then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mariah</span> has had to travel to Albuquerque to see a specialist once to twice a month. Things were going good and at her last appointment she found out that they were going to induce her a few weeks early. Her actual due date was on the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nd</span> of August and she was schedule to have her on the 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span> of July. Last Tuesday she had an appointment in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Albuquerque</span> to make for sure they wanted to induce her that early. At this point they have been monitoring the baby every two weeks. Well when she got to Albuquerque she called me and said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Tashina</span> I am nervous something is wrong. I said what's wrong and she said I haven't felt Lily move all morning and that is not like her. She said she checked in and as soon as they hooked her up to the ultra sound machine she said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Tashina</span> I know those machines so well because they hook me up to them every time I go in. She said the first thing the tech said to her was <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sh</span></strong>e <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HAS LOTS OF HAIR</span></strong>, she said she turned her head and was trying to find the heartbeat. She couldn't find it.They called the doctor in and that's when she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">discovered</span> things were really not right. They searched and searched for her heartbeat but never found it. Baby Lily passed away. This happened on Tuesday of last week and she didn't give birth to her til Friday at 1:15am. She was 4lbs 14oz and 18inches long. It was a very long and emotional labor for all of us. My heart felt like it was broken for her. What do say to try and comfort someone, someone that means so much to you. Then I came to the conclusion that there is nothing you can say to comfort them but be there for them. The hospital did allow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mariah</span> to hold LILY after she had her , and they also allowed her to keep her through the night with her. I guess they do it because it helps with the healing process. Her mom called to tell us she had her and the background just made me break down. There is nothing worse then hearing someone breakdown and you can't be there. I was finally able to talk to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mariah</span> on Friday afternoon and her and her boyfriend just got done dressing her in her baptism outfit ( they are Catholic) and they were getting ready to be released to go home. I was nervous for her only because over the weekend before this happened they had just finished putting Lily's room together and getting it ready for her arrival. Not only that she had a ton of stuff from her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">baby shower </span>from the week before. So I didn't know how it was going to be when she got home.<br /><br /><br />Well the Funeral was today. One of the most emotional ones that I have been to so far. Only because I felt for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Mariah</span>. Knowing that she will never experience the things with Lily that I do with Peyton.I am so thankful for the church in my life and the knowledge and the comfort that it brings in these time of your life. I don't know what I would have done if it was me. The tears rolled down my cheeks today when I saw the pictures of Lily for the first time and also seeing the molding of her little face and feet that the hospital did of her. My heart was full of so many emotions. Let me tell you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Lilianah</span> was so Beautiful. She was 1/2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Hispanic</span> and 1/2 white. Tons and tons of black hair. The tech was not lying. She looked just like her mother. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Mariah</span> is such a strong women. She held herself up so well today. There have been lots and lots of tears. But I know deep down inside that Heavenly Father needed her more. And I also know that she will see her again one day. My prayers are with her. I thank heavenly father for Peyton everyday. I was blessed and you don't realize what you are blessed with until something like this happens. So get off the computer and hold your babies close to you and don't let go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-66646063637619678372008-05-19T07:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:22.918-08:00Craft Time!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">So this weekend I got an idea in my head and decided that I would go a head and try it. I don't know if having a kid does it too you or just being a women does it. But ever since I have had Peyton I have wanted to be more crafty. I have worked on several scrapbooks and am currently working on hers but for some reason I have wanted to do more. My mom and I went to hobby lobby on Saturday because she is making Emily's birthday invitations. While we there I found the project that I have been wanting to do. So I went head and got it went straight home and started on it. And here it is.....</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SDGQWIx3ibI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sOWojFcLiv4/s1600-h/may+2008+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202097754577799602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SDGQWIx3ibI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sOWojFcLiv4/s320/may+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So now I feel so talented. I got it all done and Emily comes up to me and says auntie Shina you are so cool now make me one and make sure it has Ariel on it. I just laughed but after seeing the completion of my project I might just need to make her one!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-65220308362126193642008-05-12T06:35:00.001-07:002008-12-10T19:10:25.970-08:00Looking Forward to the Weekends!There are only a few reasons why I look forward to the weekends. One of my biggest reasons is spending time with my daughter. The next one would probably be I get to relax. This last weekend I spent it just doing that. I did absolutley nothing and it was great. But I also spent it with my daughter and that made it even better. I spend time with her everyday but it's not the same as a saturday and sunday. I work full time which means I go to work every day from 6:00 a.m. to 5:00pm. So by the time I go to work she is still sound asleep in bed and by the time I get home for work I get to feed her dinner and she is ready for bed. I maybe get to spend about an hour to an hour and a half every night with her. Sometimes it is nice because I get to come home after a long day and just relax but at the same time I hate it. I would kill to be a stay at home mother. So for all those mothers that are stay at home enjoy it. It's one of the hardest things to leave your child for a full day. But someday I hope to be able to stay at home with her. Anyway this last weekend I got to stay home and do absolutley nothing it was nice. I even took my sisters kids for a couple of hours. So we spent it outside on the lawn.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChK5Yx3iKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uBpRltUB7v8/s1600-h/may+2008+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199488119563847842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChK5Yx3iKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uBpRltUB7v8/s320/may+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>She is trying to figure out if she likes the grass or not</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChOdIx3iOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wa2_VdIxllw/s1600-h/may+2008+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199492032279054562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChOdIx3iOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wa2_VdIxllw/s320/may+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now she is eating the grass!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChPXIx3iPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/plCffyq8ZQY/s1600-h/may+2008+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199493028711467250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChPXIx3iPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/plCffyq8ZQY/s320/may+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Her look of disgust!<br /></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChM5Yx3iMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VvSwamJvHlk/s1600-h/may+2008+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199490318587103426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChM5Yx3iMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VvSwamJvHlk/s320/may+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Waylon with his bat. He has not let go of this toy since his birthday. So we nick named him Bam Bam!</p><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChQVox3iQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LYunLb4iD-0/s1600-h/may+2008+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199494102453291266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChQVox3iQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LYunLb4iD-0/s320/may+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Uncle Daniel teaching him how to hit the ball!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChRM4x3iSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lwmg9MJhrYs/s1600-h/may+2008+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199495051641063714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChRM4x3iSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lwmg9MJhrYs/s320/may+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't he so handsome! </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChQoYx3iRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O-hh9ONuUbw/s1600-h/may+2008+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199494424575838482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChQoYx3iRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O-hh9ONuUbw/s320/may+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emily showing Auntie Shina how high she can jump!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChRhYx3iTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ej4qfz0uwEk/s1600-h/may+2008+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199495403828382002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChRhYx3iTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ej4qfz0uwEk/s320/may+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emily loves to be in the middle of everything. Must be oldest child syndrome! </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChR3Ix3iUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RfeYtrDTuVA/s1600-h/may+2008+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199495777490536770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChR3Ix3iUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RfeYtrDTuVA/s320/may+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>But she still takes care of her Pey Pey!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChViox3iYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qgQPyM9RR7E/s1600-h/may+2008+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199499823349729666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChViox3iYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qgQPyM9RR7E/s320/may+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>On the search for his ball!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChTm4x3iWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bWN63pg2wZk/s1600-h/may+2008+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199497697340918114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChTm4x3iWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bWN63pg2wZk/s320/may+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sharing the ball with Peyton!</div><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChUCYx3iXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZaBYoLgeF-Y/s1600-h/may+2008+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199498169787320690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SChUCYx3iXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZaBYoLgeF-Y/s320/may+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>And if you didn't know any better you would think they were brother and sister.<br /></div><br /><div>So here was the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>enjoyment</strong></span> </span>of my weekend! I love my <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">family</span></strong>! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-49892011674108080552008-05-07T14:45:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:26.405-08:00Toasted<span style="font-family:arial;">Saturday my mom had to work and my dad had to sleep because he just got off the graveyard shift so it was left to me to take my little brother to his first baseball game. Peyton and I got up around 6:30 am took a shower and got ready. Then it was off to get my brother up and moving. He had to be to the field at 7:30 because his game started at 8. So i dress Peyton in warm clothes because it was a little chilly that morning. So it's off to get my brother and then off to the game. We get there sit down and enjoy the weather waiting for the game to start. . I have Peyton wrapped up in a blanket to stay warm. Well around 10:00 a.m. it started warming up but not enough to take Peyton's jacket's off but I take the blanket off. Anyway saturday was the first day in like a week that we have had good warm weather and the wind wasn't blowin and we didn't have dust in our face. Well as the day went on it got hotter and hotter. Finally about 12:30 I took Peyton's jacket off. Now for the bad mother part. I was so caught up in trying to get my brother out the door and off to his game and making sure I had everything that I didn't think about grabbing sunscreen for us. Well 4:00 came around and my poor child looked like a little tomato. I felt so horrible. She was so sunburnt. I couldn't believe I did that. I got home and my mom goes what did you do to your child. I said please don't make feel anymore horrible then I already do. But I am hoping she is like me because in the summer I only burn once and I am done. But she is so white I don't know if that will work for her. So after the game I had to go to walmart and buy us some Aloe Vera lotion. And while I was there I decided I needed to buy her a hat and some sunglasses. So now for the next game we will be prepared. </span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIo1iQrqYI/AAAAAAAAANo/T_JH-d9N-NU/s1600-h/may+2008+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197761820133927298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIo1iQrqYI/AAAAAAAAANo/T_JH-d9N-NU/s320/may+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I am a little burnt but not near as bad as her.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIpLSQrqZI/AAAAAAAAANw/OcbX8-dCCY0/s1600-h/may+2008+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197762193796082066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIpLSQrqZI/AAAAAAAAANw/OcbX8-dCCY0/s320/may+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Don't mind the ice cream all over her face.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIphSQrqaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y4jpQ5gDxvQ/s1600-h/may+2008+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197762571753204130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCIphSQrqaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y4jpQ5gDxvQ/s320/may+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Peyton crawling.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-16863043895815774692008-05-06T10:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:26.690-08:00It's been awhile<span style="font-family:verdana;">So it's been <span style="font-size:180%;">crazy</span> busy around my area of life lately. Sorry I have not kept up on the blogging world. My brother started baseball season last week so between that work and <span style="font-size:180%;">Peyton</span> it's been a little chaoic. Peyton is crawling and has discovered walking. She crawled for about three weeks and decided that she is done with that. She is now trying to walk. She manages to get a long the furniture and the walls pretty good. She has tried letting go a couple of times and decided she isn't quit ready for that. She also got her two bottom teeth in and is now working the top two. She was good with the two bottom ones coming in but these top two haven't been very fun. She is a good sleeper still and still takes her naps. But these teeth have really messed the schedule up lately and I am not liking it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As for <span style="font-size:180%;">me</span> I have been crazy busy myself and running on little sleep. It's been a little hectic but hopefully it will pass soon. I hope to start back to school full time in August. I really need to finish my accounting degree and thinking of moving up to Provo to go UVSC. I really hope all works out for it. Our life is slowly changing and trying to keep up with everything is a lot of work. But I will do better at keeping everyone posted on us. I will get some pictures up of that little girl trying to walk. I think she will have it down before she is 9 months old. I hate how fast she is growing up. But I enjoy every minute of it. So until then I hope every one is good. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCCYlv8_j0I/AAAAAAAAANg/Yu7xxhWQfqo/s1600-h/family+471.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197321744280424258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCCYlv8_j0I/AAAAAAAAANg/Yu7xxhWQfqo/s320/family+471.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br />This is the tiny little girl I miss!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCCYF_8_jzI/AAAAAAAAANY/9lW9FEQLVdE/s1600-h/January+2008+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197321198819577650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SCCYF_8_jzI/AAAAAAAAANY/9lW9FEQLVdE/s320/January+2008+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But this is the little girl I love that is now getting her personality!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-43233186534972068702008-04-18T15:26:00.001-07:002008-12-10T19:10:27.247-08:00It's gonna be a long 4 months......<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SAkho7gbgzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VKRpMZvHDns/s1600-h/January+2008+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190717032573403954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SAkho7gbgzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VKRpMZvHDns/s320/January+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Ok so I have this best friend in the whole entire world that just up and decided to leave me and Peyton today. It was very sad and tragic. Ok so he is only going to be gone for 4 months but it seems like it is going to be forever. So Katie don't be susprised to see a ring on my finger soon. No I am kidding I just had to throw that out there for her. Anyway Sean is my best friend and has been there for me through everything with Peyton and many other trails in my life. We are pretty much in seperatable so this next 4 months will be a challenge for Peyton and I . Sean I will miss you.......... Until then............</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SAkihbgbg1I/AAAAAAAAANI/lYAa5YE03dE/s1600-h/January+2008+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190718003236012882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/SAkihbgbg1I/AAAAAAAAANI/lYAa5YE03dE/s320/January+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:0;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-46378030347596494512008-04-09T07:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:27.384-08:00Before all the Cropping!<div>Ok everyone this is why I do not recommend Sherries Studio. I thought I got rid of the horrible picutres but I managed to find it in my files. So here is the picture before I did all the cropping on it. Which by the way I did complain. This one isn't as bad as the others. I really wished I would have saved them on my computer before I made them fix all of them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253303855256738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_zTZYhDlKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/46H_HV_DGrM/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" /> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-82574374375165306942008-04-03T12:16:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:29.695-08:00Help I can't decide!!!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here are some recent pictures we got of Peyton. Thanks to Brandi. She did such an awesome job. I love them. But the Problem is I can't decide which one I like the best.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UwnYhDk8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/3XiQouGlzmU/s1600-h/January+2008+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185103999141123010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UwnYhDk8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/3XiQouGlzmU/s320/January+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxBIhDk9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7zlaV18L3Uo/s1600-h/January+2008+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185104441522754514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxBIhDk9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7zlaV18L3Uo/s320/January+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Isn't she so cute. I really can't decide which picture is my favorite.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxY4hDk-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/uKKIxhgFtUE/s1600-h/January+2008+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185104849544647650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxY4hDk-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/uKKIxhgFtUE/s320/January+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxvYhDk_I/AAAAAAAAALE/t-Qub5c7EgU/s1600-h/January+2008+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185105236091704306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UxvYhDk_I/AAAAAAAAALE/t-Qub5c7EgU/s320/January+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Ux_YhDlAI/AAAAAAAAALM/YXhJC9aSsOc/s1600-h/January+2008+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185105510969611266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Ux_YhDlAI/AAAAAAAAALM/YXhJC9aSsOc/s320/January+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UyhohDlBI/AAAAAAAAALU/B-_cm5jVWGY/s1600-h/January+2008+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185106099380130834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UyhohDlBI/AAAAAAAAALU/B-_cm5jVWGY/s320/January+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Uy2IhDlCI/AAAAAAAAALc/f5PwCIi0_tE/s1600-h/January+2008+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185106451567449122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Uy2IhDlCI/AAAAAAAAALc/f5PwCIi0_tE/s320/January+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These three are my moms favorite. The one above and the two below.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UzKIhDlDI/AAAAAAAAALk/36WTVOzw_gU/s1600-h/January+2008+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185106795164832818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_UzKIhDlDI/AAAAAAAAALk/36WTVOzw_gU/s320/January+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Uz6YhDlEI/AAAAAAAAALs/yx4IkfLVZDM/s1600-h/January+2008+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185107624093520962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_Uz6YhDlEI/AAAAAAAAALs/yx4IkfLVZDM/s320/January+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U0VohDlFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7MehGWpmyjk/s1600-h/January+2008+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185108092244956242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U0VohDlFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7MehGWpmyjk/s320/January+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U084hDlGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Mi5pNSM27k0/s1600-h/January+2008+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185108766554821730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U084hDlGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Mi5pNSM27k0/s320/January+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U11IhDlHI/AAAAAAAAAME/kH3LPZ-xMfk/s1600-h/January+2008+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185109732922463346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R_U11IhDlHI/AAAAAAAAAME/kH3LPZ-xMfk/s320/January+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>I love the collage too. But I think that one will go out to family. I think if I had a bigger house I would print an 8x10 of all of them and hang them up. But then again that would just be weird. So let me know what you think.</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-14068332487810219672008-03-27T07:02:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:29.859-08:00Our First Family Picture since 1985!Ok so the last family picture we ever had perfessionally done was back in 1985 when it was just me, Jenny, Mom and Dad. Can you believe that? Well Jenny and I decided that when everyone was home for Christmas we would just go and get it done. If we would have continued leaving it up to my mom to schedule an appointment for one then it would have never gotten done. So here it is we finally got it. Which by the way I do not recommend Sherries Studio. They did such an awful job. So the next ones we get will not be taken there.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824676880487282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-JvGYhDk3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6CSEjs70NSk/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-37403365991663952612008-03-19T07:42:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:30.451-08:00Vacation Time....<div><br /><div>So this weekend will be Peyton's 2nd trip out of town. I can't wait. We decided that we are going to spend easter with my sisters up in Utah. Sam and Nat are going to school at UVSC. Samantha and her boyfriend Kenny are planning on getting married this year. So come Sept we will have to Kenny's in our family. It's crazy how Sam and Nat are both grown and out of the house. They love it up there and are trying to talk me into going as well. And I think they have almost done it. Looks like I may leaving in August. Anyway we will see what time brings. Anyway I am way excited to see them this weekend. We are long over due for a vacation and it 's sad that my co workers can see that. But I think Nat and Sam are more excited to see Peyton then me. Oh well I am just excited to go to my favorite stores while I am there. So old Navy, Quilted Bear, Childrens' Place, Baby Gap here I come...... Can't wait to see everyone. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EotHmZ18I/AAAAAAAAAJc/0xKu4k_qBms/s1600-h/November+2007+155.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179465802052130754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EotHmZ18I/AAAAAAAAAJc/0xKu4k_qBms/s320/November+2007+155.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />Shina, Sam, Nat @ Thanksgiving<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EpMHmZ19I/AAAAAAAAAJk/qRodkqCOqQI/s1600-h/November+2007+115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179466334628075474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EpMHmZ19I/AAAAAAAAAJk/qRodkqCOqQI/s320/November+2007+115.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Kenny and Samantha.</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EqwXmZ1_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EZJzGDyaBUE/s1600-h/November+2007+229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179468056909961202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R-EqwXmZ1_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EZJzGDyaBUE/s320/November+2007+229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Daniel and Natalie</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-34059316722504753272008-03-17T06:52:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:31.165-08:00HaPpY BiRtHdAy BIG BOY..............<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R955bnmZ15I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qURAVyStl3s/s1600-h/January+2008+118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178710136916137874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R955bnmZ15I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qURAVyStl3s/s320/January+2008+118.jpg" border="0" /></a> I thought I would just tell Waylon Happy 1st Birthday. We love you big boy. I am late in posting this but he turned one on March 14th. Man time does fly by it was like he was just born yesterday and now we are already celebrating his first birthday.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R956jXmZ16I/AAAAAAAAAJM/91SFjjxv2x8/s1600-h/family+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178711369571751842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R956jXmZ16I/AAAAAAAAAJM/91SFjjxv2x8/s320/family+133.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R954pnmZ14I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9q8M9mwAd5A/s1600-h/January+2008+314.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178709277922678658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R954pnmZ14I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9q8M9mwAd5A/s320/January+2008+314.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-39133921736220964072008-03-13T08:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:32.416-08:00Best Friends Forever..................<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mbcnmZ13I/AAAAAAAAAI0/U603q8LBtaY/s1600-h/January+2008+113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177340162607798130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mbcnmZ13I/AAAAAAAAAI0/U603q8LBtaY/s320/January+2008+113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>I am so excited to know that Peyton has a best friend already. It is so much fun to see her face light up when she sees her big boy Waylon. They have so much fun together. I am happy to know he takes care of her already at such a young age. The other day I was watching Waylon while my sister ran an errand. I sat Peyton on the floor while I got Waylon his little finger foods to eat. Well while I was doing that I had already given him one of those sausage meat things for baby's and for some reason Peyton got really quiet. Well I turned around to see what was going on and next thing you know Waylon is sitting next to her, he had smashed the meat in his hand and was feeding little peices to himself and to her. I think he thought he needed to share. It was so cute. But everytime they are together he has to enclude her in everything he does. He just started walking, but he still makes sure he gets down on the floor to play with her and make her laugh. When they are together they are in their own little world. I think they were best friends before they were together here on earth. I love takin the shopping because every time we are in the store people always have to ask if they are brother and sister. I just laugh and say no. But I like that fact that Peyton has someone to grow with and be close to. Maybe they will be as close to eachother as Jenny and I are.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mX4nmZ11I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MhgNLOtFl5E/s1600-h/January+2008+320.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177336245597624146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mX4nmZ11I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MhgNLOtFl5E/s320/January+2008+320.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mW0nmZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0q99tSmgr3A/s1600-h/January+2008+321.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177335077366519602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mW0nmZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0q99tSmgr3A/s320/January+2008+321.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9mX4nmZ11I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MhgNLOtFl5E/s1600-h/January+2008+320.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9lGnXmZ1xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nVTV85IMl5s/s1600-h/January+2008+288.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177246888803030802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9lGnXmZ1xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nVTV85IMl5s/s320/January+2008+288.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-66279129603091186252008-03-11T12:47:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:10:32.822-08:00Is it Bed Time???<div>Last night I was upstairs helping my mom with some things and Peyton was sitting on the floor playing and talking. Well I walked to the back room to get some thing and when I came back Peyton was gone. Asked my mom where she went and she said Jesse took her downstairs. I was like ok. I figured they were just watching t.v. or playing in her room. Well my mom and I finally got done with what we were doing so I decided to go get Peyton and get her ready for bed. But when I got downstairs it was really quite. I didn't hear the t.v. on and I didn't see Jesse light on in her room so I went to see what they were doing..... And look at what I found...... isn't this too cute!! Jesse even got her ready for bed. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9biQnmZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GXwICgmK66Y/s1600-h/January+2008+247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176573596844807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9biQnmZ1tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GXwICgmK66Y/s320/January+2008+247.jpg" width="483" border="0" /></a> Peyton can't go any where with out her blanky. She has hit the stage of not wanting her bottle anymore. She thinks she is a big girl that needs a cup now. Except for when she is ready for bed she wants her bottle. I don't know if that is normal for a 6 month old. Oh well at least I know we won't have issues when it comes down to taking away the bottle.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176575422205908706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9bj63mZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8K0eUc8Dzwk/s320/January+2008+248.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-65167068419723723662008-03-06T06:34:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:10:33.192-08:00Jessica<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9ABe1BZHHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nNc_IfbUVHM/s1600-h/peyton+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174637600989322354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9ABe1BZHHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nNc_IfbUVHM/s320/peyton+089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Ok for those of you who do not know this is my baby sister Jessica. Well Jessica was born on August 17, 1994. Her and I are 13 years apart. Out of all of my sisters besides Jenny her and I are really close. She was pretty much my baby after my mom had her. I took care of her. Anyway Jessica is now currently 13 years. Well here is the weird part. Peyton was born on Jessie's birthday. They are now 13 years and an hour apart. Jessica was born at 3.45p.m. and Peyton was born August 17th, 2007 @ 4:45p.m. I found this kind of interesting. And the funny thing is Jessie <span></span><strong></strong>takes care of Peyton like I used to with her. She thinks Peyton is all hers just because they were born on the same day. It was funny because after I had Peyton I didn't let anyone hold her until Jessica showed up. I wanted her to be the first Auntie Peyton met. It was an exciting day for all three of us. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9AD0FBZHII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WHYaeTMIhtg/s1600-h/october+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174640165084798082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R9AD0FBZHII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WHYaeTMIhtg/s320/october+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> But aren't they so cute??</strong></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890915168959291447.post-69111781604056834902008-03-05T07:14:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:10:33.321-08:00Peyton<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R865TVBZHGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ubDUW5VfjZ0/s1600-h/Peyton_30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174276763606916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAoHCFknkdU/R865TVBZHGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ubDUW5VfjZ0/s320/Peyton_30.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2