tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61641426730774741862023-11-16T02:52:21.405-08:00In The Life of a BoucherBouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-5399969976103142652015-06-30T21:23:00.000-07:002015-06-30T21:23:00.890-07:002 Month Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well two months have come and gone and little Miss Maren is thriving. She is probably the easiest baby we've had. Some of that, I'm sure, has to do with the fact that parenting isn't entirely one big guessing game (with her at least), and part of that has to be that Miss M. is just a super relaxed, chill little girl. <br />
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The last month has been really fun with Maren. She still rarely wakes on her own to eat, but once she wakes up she'll be up for awhile. She is happy to hang out with the family -- and we cart her around wherever we are going. She spends an ample amount of time "playing" in each of the kid's room -- and they love having her there, often fighting over who gets to love on her "this time". <br />
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Today we discovered that Maren loves listening to us sing! We started singing songs from Beauty and the Beast and she broke out in song too! She didn't do it a lot, but was quite alert and happy as the songs kept a coming. And her big sister thought it was pretty awesome too!<br />
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There is something so special about this little girl that has joined our family. She has my whole heart and I feel so honored to be her mother. She is so sweet and I can not wait to see how her personality develops. Now if time could only slow down a bit and let me enjoy her while she's still small! <br />
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<br />Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-37663873575766281552015-05-22T14:59:00.002-07:002015-05-22T14:59:45.366-07:00Heart CheckToday was our first appointment with the Pediatric Cardiologist. They ran all of the tests that were run while we were in the hospital -- a 4 point BP check, an EKG, and an ECHO. Everything looks really good. She has a pulmonary stenosis -- but not a standard one. The Pulmonary valve is opening fully (they originally told us it wasn't) but the valve itself is thick -- making the passageway more narrow than normal. When the blood flows through the narrow opening -- that's where we hear the murmur. For right now -- it's something to just keep our eyes on. The Dr. told us she has about a 1/3 chance of the walls thinning out and if they do her heart will be "just any ordinary heart". She has about a 1/3 chance of nothing changing and she lives with the murmur unaffected her whole life. And she has about a 1/3 chance that the walls will thicken causing that passage to become too narrow, in which case a surgical procedure will be required. We will see the cardiologist again when Maren is 3 months.<br />
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The other problem that they found with her heart was a minor mass. They actually saw several small growths today, which they are assuming are small benign tumors and we don't have to worry about them at all. BUT if they aren't benign -- we'd likely find more tumors in her kidneys and/or brain. So they want to be safe and have her checked. SO ... off to neurology we go! <br />
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It's a little scary ... cardiology ... neurology ... but we are grateful that we live in a time where such things can be tested and that we can be proactive in her care. We are grateful that Joe works for an awesome employer with great medical benefits -- so what the pediatric cardiologist mentions that our 3 week old baby needs to get her brain scanned ... we can calmly focus on her health -- and we don't even have to fret over the dollar signs. <br />
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So for now - no immediate danger - and we can just love on our sweet baby girl!Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-28642090718006372282015-05-10T10:09:00.001-07:002015-05-10T10:09:41.369-07:00Overwhelming Joy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Words cannot do justice to how grateful I am for having these awesome kids in my life! I truly have been blessed beyond measure. <br />
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Jace is growing into such a nice young boy. He is the kind of big brother that I wish that I had. I love listening to him play with Elsie and hearing them have fun together. He is caring, kind, and sensitive. He currently loves to play outside, coloring, making bead projects, and going to school. He has grown up so much and I am uber proud to call him my son!<br />
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Elsie such a big helper. She is eating up the role as big sister! She loves to help out with her baby sister and will do anything she can to help baby "Baron". She also really enjoys helping any way she can in the kitchen, always wanting to be involved in the cooking. She loves to laugh and loves to learn. She has a huge personality and knows what she wants, even if that stubbornness can drive her mom and dad bazonkers!<br />
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Maren has been in our home for less than two weeks, but it feels like we have known her forever. When I look at her, I can feel that she is a gift that came straight from Heaven. She has been the easiest baby so far -- and we are looking forward to seeing what kind of personality she adds to the mix. <br />
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Being a mother has been the hardest, yet most rewarding adventure that I have ever experienced. My heart is full of joy for these three babies that have joined our family and I pray that we can help raise them to be good, hardworking, faithful people. I know that their spirits were saved to come in a time where there is much confusion and discomfort in the world -- but their spirits are strong, and they can conquer anything! I love them so SO much.<br />
<br />Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-71181244291766685272015-05-03T20:49:00.001-07:002015-05-03T20:49:22.032-07:00A Perfect HeartOn Saturday morning of our stay at the Riverton Hospital, the on call pediatrician came in for the routine check up. I could tell that the doctor was concentrating a bit more than normal -- within a few minutes the doctor asked if she was the first one to hear a heart murmur. Yes, we responded. She assumed that it was something very minor that would close within the day. BUT -- to be safe -- she ordered a four point pressure test, which would check to make sure the blood pressure in her four extremities were roughly the same. <br />
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The test results came in, and it showed that there was a discrimination between the blood pressure in her arms and legs. They wanted too look closer to her heart, so the pediatrician ordered an EKG. We waited all day for the results and finally got a phone call later that night. <br />
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They found two small abnormalities on her heart. They aren't serious enough to require immediate attention ... which we are grateful for. We check in with the pediatric cardiologist in about two weeks. <br />
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Trials are hard, but I have felt an overwhelming feeling of comfort and peace today as my Heavenly Father has assured me that he made her and she is perfect. I am so grateful that she has been reunited with our family. I noticed it with Elsie, and it feels the same with Maren. We aren't strangers. We knew each other before we were born. It feels like I have been reunited with a best friend. <br />
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The world is super lucky to have her in it. Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-73095801235517715362015-05-03T20:22:00.003-07:002015-05-03T20:22:46.671-07:00Maren Amelia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are excited to introduce the newest member of the Joe Jen Boucher family! </div>
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Maren Amelia Boucher</div>
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Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-70944986121807351372014-02-10T22:23:00.001-08:002014-02-10T22:23:27.320-08:00A Grateful Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the past 14 months, I've had the privileged to serve as a member of our ward's primary presidency. This was my first calling in over a year, and although I was excited to be doing something more than "just going to church" I was also nervous and overwhelmed, a feeling that I'm sure many would get from this calling. Reflecting back now, I have a much stronger testimony of the Savior's love for me -- and it all is because of my time in Primary. I know that I was put in that calling for personal growth -- it feels impossible to not grow in spirit when you are around God's children. Heavenly Father knows me and knows what I need and I'm so grateful that I was looked after by him. I am also so very grateful for the friendships that I have made. The four sisters that I served with have become very dear to me and I will cherish their friendships forever.<br />
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I didn't realize how hard it would be to leave my ward family. Moving as a youth, I was emotionally devastated every time we had to pack up and leave -- but as an adult ... I've been totally fine with this move! Up until now. I am grateful for my time here; I'm grateful for such a wonderful home and friends who love me and my family. We feel at such peace with our move -- but it still is hard. Very bittersweet.Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-84230982283383194252014-02-04T18:23:00.001-08:002014-02-04T18:23:20.098-08:00Movin On Up ..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been wanting to move for awhile. This house that we are in now on Saguaro Dr. is the house I have lived in the longest ... my entire life. Just shy of 8 years. (WOW)! February of 2013 I was playing around online and inserted my information onto SOME website -- saying I was interested in more information about selling my home. We knew that we weren't very close to being ready -- we still needed to completely redo our master bathroom -- but we were ready to start getting serious about it. We got in touch with our Realtor, Bryan Colemere, and have steadily been working to sell our house. FINALLY -- the first week of December -- we were ready to list, and eventually did on December 11th. Who lists their home in December? Us. We didn't really expect to sell in December, but were excited to have it on the market. We got a steady stream of showings -- every Saturday -- but no bids. But who cares -- it was Christmas! The first week of January, we had an awesome showing and the buyers were very excited about our house! (Most were -- but didn't like the idea of living next to 4800 west. I guess I can't really blame them there, but we never have really cared ... it's not THAT busy) They got their financing and BAM -- we sold our house! <br />
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When setting out to purchase a new place we had an idea of what we wanted. 5-6 bedrooms -- finished basement -- finished yard -- fenced ..... we looked into a lot of awesome properties -- but nothing felt like it was ours. We probably were at about property #9 or so and Bryan brought us to a new development. We did NOT want a new development! We saw these homes online -- didn't really know when we'd have the cash flow to finish the basement, and really wanted it move in ready. BUT -- we went inside anyway. As we were walking into the home (not the one pictured) I just had this gut excited feeling that THIS WAS IT! There are two spec homes being built on Regal View Dr -- We went into the second one and I liked it even better. It was exciting -- scary -- and new. This is not what we signed up for in our minds, but feel so excited and at peace with the decision. Our new neighborhood in Saratoga Springs is right next to LDS Church farmlands -- so it really feels like it is in the middle of nothing. It is not extremely close to any shopping plazas or restaurants. It is smack dab in the middle of the neighborhood, another perk for us. It is open, beautiful, new ... ours! We are so so excited and are praying that everything goes through without any major hitches. <br />
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We took the kids there last night for Family Home Evening -- and it was so wonderful to be able to dream and get excited about OUR HOUSE. We picked bedrooms, wandered up and down the stairs ... looked in cupboards ...<br />
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We close on our home on Valentines day, and hope that our house will be ready to move in that weekend! Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-60850850756569553472014-01-20T20:17:00.001-08:002014-01-20T20:17:29.541-08:00Nature Vs. Nurture ... How many times have you heard "it runs in the family"? I have always understood that phrase to be hereditary in nature ... but besides hair and eye color -- and perhaps basic bone structure -- I wonder how much that is actually true. I wonder if much of who we are is based upon HOW we were raised/trained and not necessarily how our DNA is structured.<br />
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For example -- my dad told us the story the other night that growing up he thought he was destined to get dentures at a very young age. His mom got them by the time she was thirty -- and it was because she had "bad teeth". To my young dad -- why take care of your teeth if in the end, you will loose them anyway. Now, good news is -- my dad has all (or most at least) of his original adult teeth -- but the perception of what his future COULD be ... very well COULD have come true because of his mindset.<br />
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Going along with the teeth thing ... Joe "doesn't have GOOD teeth" ... I don't know if that was ever told to him, or if that was part of how he was raised, or the fact that he has had a (ahem) cavity or two has justified this. Several years ago Joe was getting root canal after root canal. Crown after crown. He even has an implant. Since, he has made it a point to take care of his teeth -- and has had NO NEW PROBLEMS! All of his dental work in the last 5-7 years has been because of problems that he has had with his teeth in the past. Poor kid barely got any sleep last night because an old root canal has gone bad ... Old problems. His mindset has changed ....<br />
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Switching gears -- I have "Fautin Hips" .... sure -- we inherit body composition from our relatives. But it shouldn't define who we are. We shouldn't be satisfied with being overweight simply because it "runs in the family." ... heck -- I have a few cousins who should have "the Fautin hips" ... but are very very slender. The "Fautin hips" shouldn't justify the 60+ lbs that I need to loose .... I know of people that have made it quite the point to stay in shape and eat right because they were told that would be big and there wasn't anything they could do about it. It ran in the family. If the day comes that someone says something like that to my little Elsie ... let's just say the mama claws will be coming out. <br />
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The point of all this rambling -- besides to document Joe's poor tooth -- is that we have to be careful of the words we speak to others. Even if our DNA is stacked against us -- we all struggle with math -- we all have two left feet -- we are all "big girls" -- it is up to us to define who we are. And don't be the person who breaks someone else down .... remember how your words effect those you love most.Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-47561437113055429732014-01-06T11:19:00.002-08:002014-01-06T11:19:35.939-08:0001/06 - Already Noticing a DifferenceI read on a news post today that January 6th is said to be most depressing day of the year -- I'm guessing this is only because of those people who make New Years resolutions and can't keep up with them by 6 days into the year. <br />
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Luckily for me, I didn't make any "New Years Resolutions" .... my quest for a happier, healthier, fuller life started about the week before !! :)<br />
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Here are the goals our family has set to achieve in 2014. Some are hard. Some are a stretch. Some are common sense. All we need to work on!! <br />
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Spend time every day *exercising *Alone time *Spiritual study</div>
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Run/Walk 2014 miles</div>
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So yes, we have every possible "resolution" you can think up -- but I think my little family was ready for a big life change. We are doing good ... but can always be better! And I need to focus on our accomplishments because it makes us have the desire to keep moving forward. For example. I've been eating healthy and exercising for a week now and in that time I have noticed a big difference! I have lost 8 lbs (wahoo in a week!!). I feel thirsty when I don't drink water (because I've been drinking water more, my body is better at telling me that I need it!), my body (even though I'm at my heaviest ... sigh) still remembers how to exercise! I can't run as far as I used to -- but I'm not back at ground zero either!. My heartburn has essentially gone away (suh-weet!) and I don't get as many headaches. I have more energy. I don't loose my temper as quickly. I feel motivated. Excited. Empowered. And ready to kick 68 more pounds to the curb! </div>
Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-85173718681249065002014-01-03T13:29:00.000-08:002014-01-03T13:29:06.005-08:00A Web Slinger in your FaceI have felt the urge over the last few weeks to start documenting my thoughts and little life again, so after a good fourteen months of inactivity -- here are the Bouchers again! <br />
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One tiny thing I have always loved is little tiny naked baby bums. There is nothing better than bathing your newborn for the first time and getting them dried off and ready for their diaper and squooshing their little naked bum through the towel. The best part is -- those naked bare bums are still so cute at 1 and 4 years old! Jace and Elsie were taking a bath and as I put a towel over Elsie and grabbed her by the bum I started making up my own version of "I like big butts" song ....<br />
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I like naked buts and I cannot lie ......<br />
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I like Spidy butts and I cannot lie ... and you get a web slinger in your face ...<br />
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I would like to say that three days later, Jace still requests the naked "butt song". <br />
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Here's for another funny Jace story. We have been refinishing our house to sell and it's practically all ready to go. There is one bathroom that has a toilet paper holder and one that doesn't, so my sweet BOY has dubbed these two bathrooms the "pee" bathroom and the "poop" bathroom, (since he doesn't need paper for the one ... function ... ... he even gets angry at Joe for going pee in the "wrong bathroom" ... oh gosh!<br />
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Videos like this will be priceless one day! He has the cutest little voice! </div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-5455315979737611032012-08-01T18:34:00.003-07:002012-08-01T18:34:25.101-07:002 months come and gone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">It's amazing how time just flies -- and how hard it is to document day to day things when your time is not your own! By the time the kids go to bed, all I want to do is brainless activity ... and therefore it has been two months since my last post! We have been busy and Elsie has grown SO MUCH! At her last doctor's appointment, she weighed 14lbs 1 oz, was 25.2 in long and in the 85th percentile for her head! She is growing -- but has let the other babies catch up to her a bit as her weight was only in the 60th percentile.</span></div>
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This month Elsie has had a bit of trouble with her "pipes" ... all of the sudden she stopped eating good -- going from 5 oz a serving down to maybe 2 ... and woke up several times a night. After fighting with her for the ump-teenth time ... I called and got an appointment with her doctor. They said she was backed up and gave her a laxative. Since then, she has been golden and is now eating 6 oz a feeding, roughly 5 times a day. </div>
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Elsie is a great member of our family. She loves to interact with her favorite big brother, Jace, and he loves to play with her. She is so patient with his "brotherly love" ... sometimes playing a little too rough. The other night in the car we heard Jace saying: "Elsie say AAAAH ... Elsie say AAAAH .... She smiled at me mom! ... Elsie say AAAAAAH ......... " It was awesome. She still hates tummy time, and will only tolerate it for a few minutes. She can hold her head up and she has rolled over several times, so we aren't concerned. </div>
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Our little princess has never been a quiet one. Joe and I decided the other night she is just as "good" of a baby as Jace was -- very mellow and pleasant ... but she makes her uncomforts known as soon as they arise. She does not whine -- but bellows -- when she is unhappy!</div>
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Here is a little of what we have been doing in the last two months!</div>
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Mom and Els at the parade. It was HOT! Luckily her big hat covered her entire top half and we only had to worry about the sun on her bottome.</div>
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Photo shoot with Elsie. She is a BEAUTIFUL baby -- She freely gives her smiles often -- especially happy when she wakes up from her nap.</div>
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This is our second hike of the season. We went up to see Battle Creek Falls in Pleasant Grove. It was beautiful!</div>
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I have brown eyes, as do most of my family. Two of my brothers have gray eyes. With Joe having blue -- the color of my kids eyes fully depend on what 2nd gene I have -- is it recessive or dominant. Baby Elsie has bright BLUE eyes! I couldn't be more excited :) So I guess about 1/2 of my kids will have blue eyes too.</div>
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Elsie after bath time sporting Aunt Penny's bath towel that fits her perfectly.</div>
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Jace looks so big in this picture!</div>
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We tried rice cereal for the first time on July 30th. Elsie is a "happy spitter" Because she is growing and is happy when she constantly spits up -- there really isn't anything that can be done for her spitting. We were hoping that introducing cereal a bit early would help ease her tummy. She's not a huge fan of eating from a spoon yet -- but we'll get there. I am looking forward to making my own baby food again.</div>
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Ian, 3rd brother in the family, received his mission call last night. I have never been in the room when someone opened their call and it was quite special. Ian is the first in our family to go -- and I couldn't be more proud of him.</div>
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(this is how big Jace is the day he got his call!)</div>
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He started to get a little choked up as he read his call! It was very tender ... and of course, I was "misty" too!! <br />
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(This is how big Elsie is the day he received his call!)</div>
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P.S. Ian had to lose roughly 45 lbs or so (if I'm right ... it was at least that much!) to get his call -- and I think he's looking pretty darn good!!</div>
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During the meeting, Joe got up to bear his testimony. It's not something that he does frequently -- surprisingly enough, I think he's shy! I am grateful for his priesthood and his love of the gospel. When he sat down, Jace asked if he had fun. Personally, FUN is not how I describe getting in front of 400 ish people ... but I gave it a go anyway. </div>
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I bore testimony of the plan of salvation. I am so grateful for the knowledge that we lived before we were born. I am sure that all of my other babies were there rooting their big sister on! I'm grateful for the opportunity that God has given us to return to live with our family again some day. There has been many members of my family that have passed so young -- I would not know what to do if I thought that death was the end. I have felt the presence of my sweet mom so close lately as there has been many BIG changes in the Stohel household. With Elsie being born and being named after 2 of her fantastic grandmothers ... I know that they are especially watching out for her too.</div>
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Today was the last day of my professional career. I get to graduate and do something way way better -- stay home with my beautiful kiddos. I'll blog about my thoughts about Bingham and my experience there .... but for now can I hear a ...........</div>
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I can't believe that Elsie has been a part of our lives for two whole months now! It is ridiculous how fast time has gone. Again, it feels like she has been here forever, yet it has gone so fast. At about 6 weeks, she started sleeping from 10 pm until 6 am -- giving her mom and dad a much needed break in the sleep department! Elsie loves to look around and watch what is going on around her, especially if her big brother is around. She is becoming much more vocal cooing at whomever will listen to her. </div>
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Since our last milestone post, I have had to go back to work and leave Jace and Els with a family friend. Thank goodness school is over in 6 school days! PHEW! My favorite part of the day is when I get to pick up my little kiddos and I get one of those wide mouth uncontrolled grins -- when her eyes light up when she hears my voice. It makes me secretly happy that sometimes I'm the only one that can calm her down -- that we have that special bond. And even though it's looked upon as a "no no ... " I enjoy snuggling in the middle of the night when she doesn't want to sleep alone.</div>
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Elsie snuggling up with Grandma at Aunt Steph's and Uncle Trevor's wedding dinner. (Please ignore my dad's face here!! What does that look mean?)</div>
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Chilling out with Dad at the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point. We went there in between the wedding and the reception.</div>
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Ok ... PRETTY GIRL!!</div>
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Can you tell that Jace is LOVING the museum?</div>
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Jace often asks if he can snuggle with Elsie in the morning. These two are awesome friends already! As soon as he snuggled up he asked Joe to get the camera! We're sure to have PLENTY of snap shots of these two snuggling.</div>
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Elsie started playing with the rattles on her little chair. It took awhile for us to realize that is what she was doing -- she has only done it once, I can't wait for her to do it again!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">A friend of mine took pictures of her little boy with the same stuffed animal as her baby got older -- to help see the growth that her baby was making. I thought it was an awesome idea, so plan on seeing this little purple horse hanging around! :)</span></div>
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<br />Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-1124402563240638472012-05-06T16:46:00.000-07:002012-05-06T16:46:04.891-07:00Cousin Greyson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
In the last year there has been a baby race to see which of the two Boucher babies would make their debut first. Niki, David's wife (Bro #2) was surprised to learn that she was expecting another baby -- her only "baby" being 17 years old. She has had many complications, and they didn't expect that Greyson would be able to stay in any longer than 32 weeks. He didn't have much room to grow and he was very carefully monitored. He was a good little boy though and waited to make his grand entrance until he was just over 36 weeks along. Elsie was born on March 23rd and Greyson on April 12th. When he was born, he weighed a whopping 5 lbs 2 oz. We have been trying for a few weeks to get these two together -- because not only did we want to meet this little miracle, we wanted to see if our little girl looks like she weighs TWICE as much as her little cousin.</div>
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Jace doesn't have a cousin very close in age to him -- and Elsie is lucky to have TWO! I can't wait to make multiple trips up to visit Dave, Niki, and her family -- and I hope that these two little babies grow close to each other!!!</div>
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<br /><br />Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-88734298819047430572012-04-25T21:21:00.003-07:002012-04-26T13:55:36.666-07:00One Month Come and Gone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We were sitting at dinner last night and I suddenly realized that Elsie's one month birthday came -- and we missed it! I can't believe that it has been one month already. On one hand -- one month has come (and gone) SO FAST! Was it really just one month ago that we were in the hospital? On the other hand -- it feels like she has been in our lives forever. You know, I was thinking about that the other day. It probably feels like she has been in our family forever ... because she HAS! We knew each other before we were born -- and were obviously very close there -- it makes sense that bringing her home feels more like a reunion than a first meeting.</div>
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Elsie is a GEM! We had a rocky start ... but after turning to formula ... she is thriving! She has gone from sleeping all day (she wasn't eating) to having spurts of being awake. She enjoys going on walks with the family -- as we try to get out daily. It is fun to watch her with Jace -- when they cuddle together, she is obviously quite content and he loves it to! She only wakes up once per night now (If you don't count the 11:00 feeding) and goes back to sleep right after. She is days away from cooing and smiling at us isn't far behind that. I love to watch the faces she makes when she sleeps ... and I LOVE to listen to her chuck in her sleep. It instantly makes me laugh. </div>
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My belly the morning of her birth -- it looks like I'm carrying twins because she was 10.5 lbs!!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie and Dad (Less than 2 hrs old)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie and Mom (Just out of the OR)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Siblings meeting each other for the first time</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and Elsie READY TO COME HOME</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're on our way home!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie at the Easter Egg Hunt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snuggling in Mom and Dad's bed (they look like siblings!!)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1 month old</span></b></td></tr>
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<br /></div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-46370257646912299052012-04-16T12:46:00.004-07:002012-04-16T12:53:13.998-07:002 Baskets<div>Easter this year was fun! It was so strange to fill 2 baskets -- and it is hard to fill a basket for a 2 week old!! In the end, both of our kids were very spoiled. Each got a new church outfit (even though Elsie didn't go to church), a book, a toy, and a movie. Plus my favorite Easter candies!! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYGx1GgghwhT2OA5NnE7e4cnbyOgBJesCXXdpAbZ-fGFVFVsyQvdH3SeS5sXZWIDbhQdL29fGtm7sDq6NTznUnnU917FZ6AMNxyErnJmrJ_-BII8cBDbQ18Cwf-f_qUxhNa2V4Fjgvwg/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYGx1GgghwhT2OA5NnE7e4cnbyOgBJesCXXdpAbZ-fGFVFVsyQvdH3SeS5sXZWIDbhQdL29fGtm7sDq6NTznUnnU917FZ6AMNxyErnJmrJ_-BII8cBDbQ18Cwf-f_qUxhNa2V4Fjgvwg/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732088602073410450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ye6ocivkdJdsk3BP-QqJLU2nBrPD1CaXYbS09_bLbkytE_fvaLrESbophh40sIheNwEqdlwejVOxgXoL5RskJiimWkxBeaRYZYIBpzM2ZE8fPKb0-aReEVNOV7caZtzGg0CqkWOvDOE/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ye6ocivkdJdsk3BP-QqJLU2nBrPD1CaXYbS09_bLbkytE_fvaLrESbophh40sIheNwEqdlwejVOxgXoL5RskJiimWkxBeaRYZYIBpzM2ZE8fPKb0-aReEVNOV7caZtzGg0CqkWOvDOE/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732088592319403858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5lkKSOAsMDwrjbD0qrHFIkFSAA4Kgw6xolFWNpWUkC1EAoUAnBJEvO4nIqw9kWVWycBJJ46U7k5nCgW-eusByz38wPUayauWcVZlZKuix59RE_da467n91blIm-oVx_sENs76gnnrs8/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5lkKSOAsMDwrjbD0qrHFIkFSAA4Kgw6xolFWNpWUkC1EAoUAnBJEvO4nIqw9kWVWycBJJ46U7k5nCgW-eusByz38wPUayauWcVZlZKuix59RE_da467n91blIm-oVx_sENs76gnnrs8/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732088583331237762" /></a>Jace was awesome to share the eggs he found with Elsie. There were 20 eggs hidden and he would give to himself and be sure not to forget one for "his baby". AND he loved eating the starburst jelly beans that were inside. (I did too!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpZCDOnlit5ny1cTrZuVz1B01T9JqrQEZQi5dvSq2hIlay7udaaObzpsrSiFoV9_AW6o1z0fCtXRy_ghHJHIrz_qDvXwNdVu1g8OD_EF3PtgH6hiiWmDUxeG8UdbcdsxoDWRcrCVtRC0/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpZCDOnlit5ny1cTrZuVz1B01T9JqrQEZQi5dvSq2hIlay7udaaObzpsrSiFoV9_AW6o1z0fCtXRy_ghHJHIrz_qDvXwNdVu1g8OD_EF3PtgH6hiiWmDUxeG8UdbcdsxoDWRcrCVtRC0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732088574407267586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz0EuKGKtH3i2mRrSOFn1AaeLpfj1594PDaEjCS3Kc5eilweRzYZsskKOakZgk7Z3N31AspFiqqL4H3VTObrKfuM1d3Ubozzux_CozhJvIR0Iz2yG4UtoRh6SMdMDox5q7yc4Iui74RU/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz0EuKGKtH3i2mRrSOFn1AaeLpfj1594PDaEjCS3Kc5eilweRzYZsskKOakZgk7Z3N31AspFiqqL4H3VTObrKfuM1d3Ubozzux_CozhJvIR0Iz2yG4UtoRh6SMdMDox5q7yc4Iui74RU/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732088565065608418" /></a>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-50445124544472320402012-04-15T21:01:00.003-07:002012-04-15T21:05:03.246-07:00Beautiful Little Girl!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">It amazes me how much a baby can change in the first few months of their life! Little Elsie looks so different than she did in the hospital! Here are a few pictures of my baby for all to gawk over :) LOVE HER!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCuNNNHXm84shw63Qf82lNA9KOvF4N4cwk8_ZDSrMhzs2L9at78nv4MIcD31j47VJQE6BbhPvLUN0dclJF1IIesksTP_tM26Qgbn81KgHpOyMYzZssBG4ix93kubUQJDOHovcytEI9EBg/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCuNNNHXm84shw63Qf82lNA9KOvF4N4cwk8_ZDSrMhzs2L9at78nv4MIcD31j47VJQE6BbhPvLUN0dclJF1IIesksTP_tM26Qgbn81KgHpOyMYzZssBG4ix93kubUQJDOHovcytEI9EBg/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731844152547693730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqmoifPCmaQjIoHznV6lYLR3MVGWZ2zbinCP42riPepb52giOkza7pUpqf5T1pMEQ4NKlH_OiGtrSiu-ViqEkaSPEZqHnse1mLe0dcaGwh5ryLgeWAEWdD0H_zirVHOHEtA1QfobiqjY/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqmoifPCmaQjIoHznV6lYLR3MVGWZ2zbinCP42riPepb52giOkza7pUpqf5T1pMEQ4NKlH_OiGtrSiu-ViqEkaSPEZqHnse1mLe0dcaGwh5ryLgeWAEWdD0H_zirVHOHEtA1QfobiqjY/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731844146268174114" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oG7AYlhTbEFMdskDVCwHEkCL1Vx64fMf2csuO6dsH0Uic17MUc3-k3NxlytxNRU3g-pZ43cYbsd42MaUsIEBBFz5TnImtsRBs4xgyI6m8NEX0F8-EF8sqt2zvkFdemz_ol03utbmtt4/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oG7AYlhTbEFMdskDVCwHEkCL1Vx64fMf2csuO6dsH0Uic17MUc3-k3NxlytxNRU3g-pZ43cYbsd42MaUsIEBBFz5TnImtsRBs4xgyI6m8NEX0F8-EF8sqt2zvkFdemz_ol03utbmtt4/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731844508859377410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-23680753057518882062012-04-15T20:43:00.003-07:002012-04-15T21:08:08.113-07:00Easter Tradition bRoKeN<div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Every Easter weekend for ... years ... we have ventured down to Elsinore to spend time with Joe's family, then headed over to the Christiansen party in Kanosh. With a 2 week old baby and everything we had gone through with regards to her eating and gaining weight, we just couldn't make the trip. Instead though, we decided to hit up a local FREE egg hunt!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Well that morning didn't start off to a smooth start ... to say the least. I mean, we are still trying to figure out how to be a parent of two with very very little sleep! When it became more than clear that we would not be making the 10 o'clock egg hunt in South Jordan, Joe found a hunt in West Valley at 11:00. PERFECT! We'll go there. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Right before we were headed out the door I asked if Joe knew where we were going. He ran downstairs and came back with a bit of a smirk as he replied "At a Baptist Church". </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gsrM6Nln8RGVsc6xBv-Ll96loTHyKuWHaI3nRYlqMB_XXPu8EyvYUFF_FqRp5UcsKid_liQoGJ_Xr1-F4ECb4rl_oPd9ZoZudk39PoW1PNtPfViFC9JL3_2d3qPv9N0H9un9jax3tcw/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gsrM6Nln8RGVsc6xBv-Ll96loTHyKuWHaI3nRYlqMB_XXPu8EyvYUFF_FqRp5UcsKid_liQoGJ_Xr1-F4ECb4rl_oPd9ZoZudk39PoW1PNtPfViFC9JL3_2d3qPv9N0H9un9jax3tcw/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840026822650482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">A slightly different experience than I was expecting -- We did have a chance to win a chocolate covered cross! There was a great turn out, and everyone was very kind ... and Jace had a blast, so I guess that's all that matters! I did, however, feel an urge to go home and find Baptists at the </span>Barbecue<span style="font-size: 100%;">! Do I feel a sequel coming? Mormons at the Egg Hunt?</span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyYlZiFMwcbBEUbr3r2Ok2onQ65rSPG4i4QnsTDXMm4o64Waxdk1wE11hImZ3d3dmS6yK22LD-0RJaUaaE8-LIkOh8yxw_aVsQOLwDTjtN_fTAJ3vosPDDdQ42PqtEPy3zq_OLNq9UVE/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyYlZiFMwcbBEUbr3r2Ok2onQ65rSPG4i4QnsTDXMm4o64Waxdk1wE11hImZ3d3dmS6yK22LD-0RJaUaaE8-LIkOh8yxw_aVsQOLwDTjtN_fTAJ3vosPDDdQ42PqtEPy3zq_OLNq9UVE/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840080645359058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty Elsie at her first Baptist function. hehe. </div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibR2a_AznYb1CFOZNLALIvrrYwWXfx9OMXHvJpmQZf9NJytk9wJbZMTqKMLMjW7U-Eq2ig1feMkcby6lBuIBbxxOaGrcGg50ZqYMpBgmSup5cvTliO9OGjJbq9acalo_1lDMfA4-iBch4/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibR2a_AznYb1CFOZNLALIvrrYwWXfx9OMXHvJpmQZf9NJytk9wJbZMTqKMLMjW7U-Eq2ig1feMkcby6lBuIBbxxOaGrcGg50ZqYMpBgmSup5cvTliO9OGjJbq9acalo_1lDMfA4-iBch4/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840055293976610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_n00vdrJQDJfrKgKL7PUM8jaFNBiQg3QpLMPsX4CeFY-_F8VeOO7CFf8JiWzzZ6at2jf9vDrsXefLM07pBsYxzdKhkQdg14CDl69u-1STgDPlE12une__w2zialsKuIloU2K9LsLeURc/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_n00vdrJQDJfrKgKL7PUM8jaFNBiQg3QpLMPsX4CeFY-_F8VeOO7CFf8JiWzzZ6at2jf9vDrsXefLM07pBsYxzdKhkQdg14CDl69u-1STgDPlE12une__w2zialsKuIloU2K9LsLeURc/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840048199408674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There were a few flaws in how the event was organized -- but again, Jace had a great time "finding" the eggs (that a man was dropping out of that big garbage sack in the picture above). It actually was quite fun to watch all of the toddlers follow the man with the sack around like little chicks!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoXzbwtCuEMyT_zDDPRdmGxhf-hKpwArfIPxCaOQbgtEG1-ZyGtLb9h6desBPSvD-4zYXqQY9C4ZwgtPNk8sU9JD41LZDGw_RQlTKrIHD1O_w0cGs2EZTxSS4DmW3Ct2zqetBRO7q0Q8/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" style="text-align: left; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoXzbwtCuEMyT_zDDPRdmGxhf-hKpwArfIPxCaOQbgtEG1-ZyGtLb9h6desBPSvD-4zYXqQY9C4ZwgtPNk8sU9JD41LZDGw_RQlTKrIHD1O_w0cGs2EZTxSS4DmW3Ct2zqetBRO7q0Q8/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840035487118994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a>(I'm still in shock that I have two kids, and that I can love them BOTH so much!! I am one proud mama!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYWR6OCAEyP6lNHxuDXXwCbqEjlFpDmW9Kzm6yiVpQMOrRcvXiHOhn4OOdPgFJ9bgCa4zTXWVzrweE1yDe0kxXi1R4RFd537kOSjnGeL-xr31f9X9UcJc6zfpD5kmhc4cvDbk6Oi13z4/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYWR6OCAEyP6lNHxuDXXwCbqEjlFpDmW9Kzm6yiVpQMOrRcvXiHOhn4OOdPgFJ9bgCa4zTXWVzrweE1yDe0kxXi1R4RFd537kOSjnGeL-xr31f9X9UcJc6zfpD5kmhc4cvDbk6Oi13z4/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731843018886250034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><br style="text-align: left; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXevonSfwwmsXXoY-6bZnHQgEfc191wykBEOfvQ9hSaZyN2ivshfrCLtoUQDsD4-LUvphHCbAJZxpUMqDkb6Y3XwiVkVUJAXF-6kV_Eqt0dtcLP7pa0lNh_MdmXSHdCaIf7E8gCBvCreo/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXevonSfwwmsXXoY-6bZnHQgEfc191wykBEOfvQ9hSaZyN2ivshfrCLtoUQDsD4-LUvphHCbAJZxpUMqDkb6Y3XwiVkVUJAXF-6kV_Eqt0dtcLP7pa0lNh_MdmXSHdCaIf7E8gCBvCreo/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731843013630540882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a>Fun ... MEMORABLE ... afternoon! hehe</div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-19485113469900137272012-04-15T20:24:00.003-07:002012-04-15T20:41:05.270-07:00Loves to Love Her<div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">There came a time last week that Joe needed to do something that required two hands -- I was unavailable to hold Elsie -- so Joe asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jace</span> if she could lay on his bed (he was THRILLED!!) Joe peeked his head in the bedroom and he saw this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5snQV7_F8gG3WkdIKqMadvgUhpnxilDlgQKOKHHnDOMw-akc-c0XIzoRtPfOETfpMzHlupJOTT75niv_hIZhJFtRvYJlea65yhfg0B50vab97vDHrJf5pV6taT1E9lM1X7qFF7tZ93GQ/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5snQV7_F8gG3WkdIKqMadvgUhpnxilDlgQKOKHHnDOMw-akc-c0XIzoRtPfOETfpMzHlupJOTT75niv_hIZhJFtRvYJlea65yhfg0B50vab97vDHrJf5pV6taT1E9lM1X7qFF7tZ93GQ/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836918780545250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jace</span> cuddled up to Elsie in his bed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Joe decided to grab the camera -- how sweet to have my little boy snuggled up next to his little sister! Joe continued doing what he was doing -- and shortly he saw ...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh0A_SXw-ozTDeFjcApIbY9LRc362Gp0hPbrzMvRfYm6ZIBQqQOr3d37ilUcYUf-f04mlw_eSOfVA5PkNRxjGqwaG5cd7I9RCfNuwAKhqXHalGzGbT82WNxQEqhj04-1c4ks_c4WeYIc/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh0A_SXw-ozTDeFjcApIbY9LRc362Gp0hPbrzMvRfYm6ZIBQqQOr3d37ilUcYUf-f04mlw_eSOfVA5PkNRxjGqwaG5cd7I9RCfNuwAKhqXHalGzGbT82WNxQEqhj04-1c4ks_c4WeYIc/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836908373283122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jace</span> getting a little closer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMzvBt-YqyiFxe4tPT9uS4zdwMEA8rVrCVWeonOUSnkQJpHdoYYRCFlXowl0AcJDTMOA7TXQj1GWIXBHvi6xrIDZkX0lO9EeiGmrVBpujk1RtGryxPd4mjB7qD7zMcdzTH217Qt_HEp4/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMzvBt-YqyiFxe4tPT9uS4zdwMEA8rVrCVWeonOUSnkQJpHdoYYRCFlXowl0AcJDTMOA7TXQj1GWIXBHvi6xrIDZkX0lO9EeiGmrVBpujk1RtGryxPd4mjB7qD7zMcdzTH217Qt_HEp4/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836900413600594" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jace</span> decided to share his blanket with Elsie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM1eBD2E_weaEnitAlwCPhz0ah2u7RsJyhUBdzE33AOOAkLQObSAlN6hL2Kt7Be7Ar_3dbrq6IWyW4ukD8uAGCcGomH135lIc7zz3lZYYIbLFo7Cq6bn0ozrLEdooTcwXxq-IanLjJZ0/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM1eBD2E_weaEnitAlwCPhz0ah2u7RsJyhUBdzE33AOOAkLQObSAlN6hL2Kt7Be7Ar_3dbrq6IWyW4ukD8uAGCcGomH135lIc7zz3lZYYIbLFo7Cq6bn0ozrLEdooTcwXxq-IanLjJZ0/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836925500554818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He takes such good care of her! He always wants to be by his little sister and love her!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb_ugm1X1ZebtOjKyzdHYJgC9GgdlZOexA9DTXBaNXgANdmbdUbstRbcMnqzqtad5UcqaNI-2vSCyGXyujLOuoz3AMC3amEE31mbX_dy25tCcCbjaJ_HwIjjneAml0O6AcJzg9HvvlWI/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb_ugm1X1ZebtOjKyzdHYJgC9GgdlZOexA9DTXBaNXgANdmbdUbstRbcMnqzqtad5UcqaNI-2vSCyGXyujLOuoz3AMC3amEE31mbX_dy25tCcCbjaJ_HwIjjneAml0O6AcJzg9HvvlWI/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836934204927730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Before Joe knew it ... they were sharing that little blanket!! Elsie didn't mind one bit -- she was very content to be up close and personal with her big brother.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I never had a big brother ... but if I did, I would want him to be just like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jace</span>!!</div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-3052247303062422072012-04-13T06:48:00.002-07:002012-04-13T07:06:17.258-07:00"No, I'm not handsome!"<div style="text-align: left;">The other night Joe and I were watching the biggest loser. It was make-over week and the contestants were</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDekTnCbBnCXTpBKycqmY203t3ce2aXxiq-pX4FJeF-lpBime-qjrNAd9g4b_R51L0NVxkCqwiKoW6ucZl1vCWbWBdzjCY_isvZOa5-ImFuCwpIIAVXRtsmHTGSv_KPhFTzg15VKkZLc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730886282817680546" /><div style="text-align: left;"> revealing themselves to their families at the White House. Everyone looked phenomenal (including the hot trainers .... )</div><div style="text-align: left;"> and I told Jace to look at the handsome guys on TV. Aren't they handsome? Jace responded with a yes but soon replied that he was NOT handsome. Joe and I told him several times how handsome he is (I mean ... I'm pretty sure I've got the cutest kids on the planet!) Jace looked at us with one sincere pout and replied: I'm NOT handsome! I not have a tie! He was quite upset that he wasn't wearing a tie and for the next ten minutes or so kept telling us that he needed a tie to be handsome and he wanted one! Finally Joe went and got him his tie. And BOY is he HANDSOME!!</div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-60207214529024679342012-04-06T07:03:00.001-07:002012-04-08T08:31:50.826-07:00The Story of her Birth<div>Having a planned C-Section ended up being a much relaxing way to have a baby! We woke up in the morning of the 23rd, showered, and got ready. I put make up on and did my hair -- knowing that several photo opportunities were in my near future. After making a quick stop to the high school (oh a different story for a different day) we made our way to the hospital. From there, things went pretty quickly. I figured that we would have some time to kill, so we brought a variety of games to play, and to our surprise, we really didn't have time to play any of them. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7taOUp_Mn7EDttS5KP37xwffVgMdYhFJnyjoBDE-7Zfou23IzlY3bEQNiAwnqEYK_bPTuscOM4Mj0y_xYYAFVXkH9wKiZx5xQ7B3U1xIt1-HXjZwuTvTTc6Ak6EZ616nGtmDf0V3Zb5s/s1600/DSCN0431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7taOUp_Mn7EDttS5KP37xwffVgMdYhFJnyjoBDE-7Zfou23IzlY3bEQNiAwnqEYK_bPTuscOM4Mj0y_xYYAFVXkH9wKiZx5xQ7B3U1xIt1-HXjZwuTvTTc6Ak6EZ616nGtmDf0V3Zb5s/s400/DSCN0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729031932704285986" /></a>They suited me up in my gear and started asking a bucket load of questions. The IV went in (The most painful part of the whole process ... honestly!) and before I knew it, we were in the OR getting ready for the baby to come! Let me say, also, that a spinal block is MUCH less painful than an epidural!! Perhaps it was because I wasn't in the middle of a massive contraction when they put it in that it hurt less though. <div><br /></div><div>Within about 3o minutes, little Elsie Alice was born. As you know, her gender was a surprise. I've heard that having a surprise is such an emotional rush once the announcement is made. For me though, it was a moment of confusion. When it is time to pull Elsie out, Dr. Merrill says: Oh Jennifer, it's a good thing that we took him c-section! He's got a big head! I thought to myself: "Ok, we have a boy! We have two boys. Two boys will be fun. I have a boy. It's a boy" I really wanted a little girl, but I was ok with a boy too. Two brothers. Fun. But then, the doctor that was assisting Dr. Merrill pointed out ... "It's a girl!" WHAT? A GIRL? I have a girl? I'm SO confused! Well, indeed ... I did get my little girl! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwikdzXL7V3_ZLthge9D9gRW7VByjnZg9tl3PYH2NFElMJBn-YpWqnBlkd7odNdKAQtIUnM3Jh1_nCnOLeB8CDB4z1ZgYeagNGOUPBlHDifo50MBvMgdJvaNr0cjDHY9oAO8pvCBGML0/s1600/DSCN0439.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwikdzXL7V3_ZLthge9D9gRW7VByjnZg9tl3PYH2NFElMJBn-YpWqnBlkd7odNdKAQtIUnM3Jh1_nCnOLeB8CDB4z1ZgYeagNGOUPBlHDifo50MBvMgdJvaNr0cjDHY9oAO8pvCBGML0/s400/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729031926302752546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDAJ8JYH27SIpwokSj-otLw_C0kRQQEQKf1F3SaeTX_3RR4Lnzv_Ltl-vMWjYoTyQgotteOwokIDMatkStkKkNA3mbW_Nc0rqJjOgwRQj_6BMwpKou6MmiSwLO6NKWgO3P6aDKN6qbbg/s1600/DSCN0445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDAJ8JYH27SIpwokSj-otLw_C0kRQQEQKf1F3SaeTX_3RR4Lnzv_Ltl-vMWjYoTyQgotteOwokIDMatkStkKkNA3mbW_Nc0rqJjOgwRQj_6BMwpKou6MmiSwLO6NKWgO3P6aDKN6qbbg/s400/DSCN0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729031907929390466" /></a>With teary eyes I got to watch them clean her up. I didn't get to see that with Elsie. They even brought her over to show her to me before the process started, something that I was very grateful for!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig2TvuxVEZXkjEZhbXlHcRLrrom5JT4k8c2njisP0EyiDcDf5sO7uNJl-fVX9OmegjFiLMqqQzODEIIAhcasd-qbRgVF2NCrMSha1GYP9nEcfkKGhw6S2P3GOpxqPRk_qrYyeuKU6zsOI/s1600/DSCN0453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig2TvuxVEZXkjEZhbXlHcRLrrom5JT4k8c2njisP0EyiDcDf5sO7uNJl-fVX9OmegjFiLMqqQzODEIIAhcasd-qbRgVF2NCrMSha1GYP9nEcfkKGhw6S2P3GOpxqPRk_qrYyeuKU6zsOI/s400/DSCN0453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729031901492091538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Mama and Elsie</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsm-9OGkgPtOdmDcncNEh3T1zBEWIWKPzQvDXKuMC_w-lZ1BPWCa2O17XTy34ojdqrY2UKss4cegu4CimcKDAq0NsveXu5FcO-R-6CXSZi6R2SnHYiI6T-JBDtS7FaVrltA1RSSCtoss/s1600/DSCN0456.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsm-9OGkgPtOdmDcncNEh3T1zBEWIWKPzQvDXKuMC_w-lZ1BPWCa2O17XTy34ojdqrY2UKss4cegu4CimcKDAq0NsveXu5FcO-R-6CXSZi6R2SnHYiI6T-JBDtS7FaVrltA1RSSCtoss/s400/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729031893802696898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Daddy and Elsie</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's hard to imagine how your love can be split between two kids. I guess love isn't a 100% quantity though -- there is no maximum! I love Jace just as much as I ever have -- perhaps more and this little 10 lb 10 oz Elsie Alice has just as much hold on my heart as her big brother. Joe and I are very very blessed! And she is beautiful!!</div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164142673077474186.post-15740103793335806052012-03-25T13:38:00.003-07:002012-03-25T13:42:55.998-07:00Baby Elsie is my COUSIN<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">Jace and Joe are looking at pictures of Elsie, since Jace has not been able to meet her yet. Here is how the conversation went:</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IOhVLKAliPYPXzjoXUCtDmlOog06PoYUK67Yj2RxKY_-ai4xieCqa-X54pB_EbGfjHSN8xqYsCKsBYxJQsL7BsX4E6_I5GkMfPCv6C7A2ZTJRnlXD-EW55Czv1P5rzEBv8dyld6YxNg/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IOhVLKAliPYPXzjoXUCtDmlOog06PoYUK67Yj2RxKY_-ai4xieCqa-X54pB_EbGfjHSN8xqYsCKsBYxJQsL7BsX4E6_I5GkMfPCv6C7A2ZTJRnlXD-EW55Czv1P5rzEBv8dyld6YxNg/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723937557110850578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Joe: "Jace, who's this?"</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jace: "Mommy"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Joe: "and who else"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jace: "Daddy and Jaceman"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Joe: "No, that's the baby"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jace: "Oh, the baby"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Joe: "Baby Elsie"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jace: "Baby Elsie"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Joe: "Baby Elsie is your little sister"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jace: "Baby Elsie is my little COUSIN"</div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">hehe</div>Bouchizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009544861302076775noreply@blogger.com1