tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55619437584321285442024-03-05T08:01:11.951-08:00The Walchli LifeTamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-70462556243778949162012-05-23T23:42:00.001-07:002012-05-23T23:42:33.210-07:00The Stress Of It All!I haven't posted in the longest, longest time. Work, work, work...I barely have time to sit and relax. When I do get a moment to take a break (doesn't happen till the kids are down) I usually fall asleep. I think I live on 6 or less hours of sleep. I think that's typical for mothers, but maybe not.<br />
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Last week my boss dropped a HUGE bomb on the contract admin department (that's where I am) at work. This department is somewhat spread across the US and ThyssenKrupp Elevator has decided to centralize it to one location : Kennesaw, Georgia. *PANIC* What does that mean? Well, I can move there or find something else. This boss of mine did share the news with the regional president, whose office I work out of in <br />Bellevue, who has offered me a position in the accounting department with a new and upcoming system that they're going on soon. Hooray!! I could still have a job!! Sad day...it requires me to move to Salt Lake City. So, after talking with him I take one step down and go to our district office which also resides in Bellevue and see what they've got available. The district manager says to me, "Tamara you're way too valuable to lose!" I just told her to keep me in mind with any upcoming positions. What can I say??? I like ThyssenKrupp, I guess. Heck, I've been there eight years which is longer than I've been married. I don't want to hit the pavement and look for something else to be completely honest. So, I get and email from the district office two days later saying a gal is retiring and her job would be a perfect fit for me. *Glimmer of hope, perhaps?* Also requires me to move. This time it would be Portland. <br />
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Yeah, I'm over-the-top stressed. Do I even want to move? No, not really. And it's not because my family is here. I've lived away and only visited my family twice a year so I can handle that. It is nice being close to everyone PLUS the folks watch my children, which I truly appreciate. My main issue is Chris. He's not a stay-at-home dad so what's he going to do? Quit his job to follow me and then start from the bottom somewhere? I know I wouldn't get a raise if I moved to Georgia - why would they pay me more for doing what I already do The only difference would be that I'm at a different office. I was told I could get a new computer with dual flat-screens if I went. Anyway, even if I get a slight raise with the other two we'd be taking a step back financially. If Chris does find a job our two kids would be in daycare full-time. Where's the appeal in that? I already feel like I'm just the babysitter sometimes. I feel like nobody understand this. Chris just keeps saying it will all work out. What will work out? I've got to make a decision here and saying that is not helping AT ALL. <br />
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A high-point in some of this. Last week we found out that our short sale went through - HOORAY!! It closes mid-July. With that happening and the timing of my unemployment makes me think, "maybe this is the Lord's plan for us...to move to a different state and me continue my career at TKE." My hopes were to be a mother when we had children, not an employee...but whatev. I do also have another thought which is, "maybe the Lord's plan for us is to move into something cheaper here (one reason we did the short-sale) and for me to stop working." With my position moving it kind of gives me an out. But, for some reason I feel guilty about it. Shouldn't I feel relief? I've crunched the numbers and actually we could do fine with me on unemployment for a bit. I could work at an easy part-time job in the afternoons or evenings a couple days a week. I have a sister who's always wanted me to sell Mary Kay...then I could make my own schedule. <br />
I feel like I'm carrying a ton of bricks on my back. I told Chris I'd follow him anywhere. However, his job would have to be great enough to allow me not to have to work if we were to have to move. Men are the providers...that's there job. I'm only working to help support until things can get better for him. With this new company and the work he's doing I do believe we are on the road there. His goal was to bring me home by next year. Perhaps we're getting a jump start. <br />
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Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-48604765544936834102011-11-30T08:00:00.000-08:002011-11-30T08:00:01.789-08:00Thanksgiving 2011This year we spent Thanksgiving at my parents house. We haven't been to my families in the last seven years and boy did I miss my mom's cooking. Her stuffing and gravy is THE BEST (among other delicious dishes she makes). A quick snapshot of the afternoon's events:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Chris with a happy Aria.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWm9Y2RsLzMjtrL5_auFtN5YoGrZ8Qgnk0fG2tTFqqG0vvYim0tGYSgjkbBrY6BYVhpmNM56k__kFmsVVlkZ0loiRDAqpK5iGqwRZHojkqXjXWWtw0AdyAxa0fA4OeaXaK-x3265te_G5/s1600/IMG_0773.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/AVvXsEhBWm9Y2RsLzMjtrL5_auFtN5YoGrZ8Qgnk0fG2tTFqqG0vvYim0tGYSgjkbBrY6BYVhpmNM56k__kFmsVVlkZ0loiRDAqpK5iGqwRZHojkqXjXWWtw0AdyAxa0fA4OeaXaK-x3265te_G5/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680737864702774098" border="0" /></a>The men folk.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcH9NBRgXe4I4kexUDyRBfsjHS9NfrZLBG_ZOXw674rNWp_FqSwm0Uo5IYyBfmUvBklnyBHIi5IOrcIhE-LsHberclDadVHjQmrDj_tIatszcho14u2FCxey1cyz728fqab2q1U4qCAEm/s1600/IMG_0781.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/AVvXsEhIcH9NBRgXe4I4kexUDyRBfsjHS9NfrZLBG_ZOXw674rNWp_FqSwm0Uo5IYyBfmUvBklnyBHIi5IOrcIhE-LsHberclDadVHjQmrDj_tIatszcho14u2FCxey1cyz728fqab2q1U4qCAEm/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680737846045661650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One group shot with Connor, Zeke, Ryland, Christina, Zoey & me.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwCxmCWkdGNYzoso807u2djbRFFnlV4KNqwaQXhhDKt2nb4E72FzFriqk8kz3Q9H7DP3WW2eI4qtk-LQd6tNfU2FAbn402agLcAlmbJbASoRCr7wwbbcz7m50oU-oMUmUNvRbycvhOmnR/s1600/IMG_0776.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/AVvXsEhhwCxmCWkdGNYzoso807u2djbRFFnlV4KNqwaQXhhDKt2nb4E72FzFriqk8kz3Q9H7DP3WW2eI4qtk-LQd6tNfU2FAbn402agLcAlmbJbASoRCr7wwbbcz7m50oU-oMUmUNvRbycvhOmnR/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680737843264408994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The precious boy, Luke, hiding behind a chair. I still got his picture :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_7yJeqE0EHmbNMIQO8OI2HYxVS-mX9mpklRhEZ3UN7acCdTspKrOYVpedK4hWfMI3y0ahaQaB9RhGBxhsSkQlHaLtqSQhb_xTYjuB53rmFvyhp_LHOSE36YTJGXEVYBWq4sk6zJqv5uf/s1600/IMG_0785.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/AVvXsEjF_7yJeqE0EHmbNMIQO8OI2HYxVS-mX9mpklRhEZ3UN7acCdTspKrOYVpedK4hWfMI3y0ahaQaB9RhGBxhsSkQlHaLtqSQhb_xTYjuB53rmFvyhp_LHOSE36YTJGXEVYBWq4sk6zJqv5uf/s400/IMG_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680737887278032018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Little Hunter. He's the happiest guy around.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKCVn2m7kkGUgF-INf5Cz_jc9elhEhDdXMP6bwOBV8AZSE7GBAJzN3WngwZyrT_n-yV4gz0_hVmLIDF3V1LU9u-X-rQ52BWLLjTr96XRF1Q481-QGKJVSmGIKFBJAfEnt-tlj6RUvwbsP/s1600/IMG_0767.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/AVvXsEhHKCVn2m7kkGUgF-INf5Cz_jc9elhEhDdXMP6bwOBV8AZSE7GBAJzN3WngwZyrT_n-yV4gz0_hVmLIDF3V1LU9u-X-rQ52BWLLjTr96XRF1Q481-QGKJVSmGIKFBJAfEnt-tlj6RUvwbsP/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680742089955398130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Baby girl giving knuckle bumps while sleeping. Got to keep it real at all time.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4_uP6bkuDRyzxwsezae92k-EPQxy37AcuMPoTNcSKcdWG5yAxv1f2baUVywIKm5m4rHEi8etG_o9VUNhZ5fWFDonJzAx9ukFHvPWYIWjdZjAJWvm-nz5unpg6Dgzlck3b4fmHp7vyyGK/s1600/IMG_0782.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/AVvXsEhw4_uP6bkuDRyzxwsezae92k-EPQxy37AcuMPoTNcSKcdWG5yAxv1f2baUVywIKm5m4rHEi8etG_o9VUNhZ5fWFDonJzAx9ukFHvPWYIWjdZjAJWvm-nz5unpg6Dgzlck3b4fmHp7vyyGK/s400/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680741182045347410" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-91999343439050708802011-10-26T20:38:00.001-07:002011-10-26T21:05:27.192-07:00A Hero is MadeLuke wanted to be a superhero for Halloween this year. Back in April we got him two capes for his birthday, but he hasn't been interested in them until recently. So instead of going out and buying a costume (Spiderman was his preference) I thought I'd make Luke into his very own superhero.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />My cricut is a handy machine. With freezer paper I made a plain white t-shirt into Luke's "super awesome"superhero shirt. Not too shabby.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRm8Mjr-cNYI_xIuNSQWH_XUJS5qj5Y3FpgnNVEQ7v58ZWzKnjoVoaCob9lI14YR4ueGztVWJ2hk6s6mN3NjXsuDKdRYzVK5yEfOXylrPwZZ52ATNiOqE9YkHW3cAP8j7xqGo3B6TNzFl/s1600/IMG_0719%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEgzRm8Mjr-cNYI_xIuNSQWH_XUJS5qj5Y3FpgnNVEQ7v58ZWzKnjoVoaCob9lI14YR4ueGztVWJ2hk6s6mN3NjXsuDKdRYzVK5yEfOXylrPwZZ52ATNiOqE9YkHW3cAP8j7xqGo3B6TNzFl/s400/IMG_0719%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668013507249213858" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGbhhhOOQ4i1jIpwRvMysewg76l0JFsVDS1H4lerbhvBLdo3Q16p0uuwU-XTHfCOKEw6z3xIOghdO3Tm8ISo8Wcy5BXW_9t5-idvmRwX-PSF7r7XVHasQCrA5pJy5UQ8KxwHCqMc5Xmxr/s1600/IMG_0720%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEiGGbhhhOOQ4i1jIpwRvMysewg76l0JFsVDS1H4lerbhvBLdo3Q16p0uuwU-XTHfCOKEw6z3xIOghdO3Tm8ISo8Wcy5BXW_9t5-idvmRwX-PSF7r7XVHasQCrA5pJy5UQ8KxwHCqMc5Xmxr/s400/IMG_0720%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668017683142301506" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5sDvPyBHsGzJaadD_-SDDheXj2eY55qels2LgErUQpUNNn49voDwM2RXnUM751Z_WNFpAc_VpToR_9kC_me5m0_u1rRzGfkLnxcC09m0WXEAFpP57tDbmMXXDbRatmVETB7AI1M9YcPk/s1600/IMG_0729%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEjv5sDvPyBHsGzJaadD_-SDDheXj2eY55qels2LgErUQpUNNn49voDwM2RXnUM751Z_WNFpAc_VpToR_9kC_me5m0_u1rRzGfkLnxcC09m0WXEAFpP57tDbmMXXDbRatmVETB7AI1M9YcPk/s400/IMG_0729%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668013492290855394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeX178PhRwM5cFfKG5QG59oWCCPbiPbypIxqyxUnjFzpttuDreKP_lKUOlh4ZRLPwzPG6yySkjI6qY19aG14q7Ww27tnkzEeLrg0Ju-6fEx2E37sD-g-iY6a1iYU996_dCMIJ2NkkTdbEm/s1600/IMG_0731%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEgeX178PhRwM5cFfKG5QG59oWCCPbiPbypIxqyxUnjFzpttuDreKP_lKUOlh4ZRLPwzPG6yySkjI6qY19aG14q7Ww27tnkzEeLrg0Ju-6fEx2E37sD-g-iY6a1iYU996_dCMIJ2NkkTdbEm/s400/IMG_0731%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668013485529277570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHXJO-90SVzDptrTYfE2QVlPbR0N7Pll6c_ITmz5J94xyfUTqnxkzPvn7WnmUQXZn5hC-pCMpRIIFK5v1xusbcySqynAMiZvXxXc1AuokdXejurhTU4Vo48RcfD85UJuJZ5V1ylVR0w7G/s1600/IMG_0733%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEhfHXJO-90SVzDptrTYfE2QVlPbR0N7Pll6c_ITmz5J94xyfUTqnxkzPvn7WnmUQXZn5hC-pCMpRIIFK5v1xusbcySqynAMiZvXxXc1AuokdXejurhTU4Vo48RcfD85UJuJZ5V1ylVR0w7G/s400/IMG_0733%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668012099970216722" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-57033243855488018792011-10-03T22:49:00.000-07:002011-10-03T23:07:38.748-07:00True Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHo724NTvQ4Dp2xbvBAF9Cylji0iS5dqHaa-Oqcx_jsEq17diGD3-u20O05Pno78LG9pKz6fndbQsfbC2Ia_0VPcNQGpKyvNrjlPhnxmGlyHbuxV-2sPkRDa9A63r5rwNaPMHluYdRVfG/s1600/IMG_0654%255B1%255D.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/AVvXsEjXHo724NTvQ4Dp2xbvBAF9Cylji0iS5dqHaa-Oqcx_jsEq17diGD3-u20O05Pno78LG9pKz6fndbQsfbC2Ia_0VPcNQGpKyvNrjlPhnxmGlyHbuxV-2sPkRDa9A63r5rwNaPMHluYdRVfG/s400/IMG_0654%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659511276461247938" border="0" /></a><br />Luke has a passion for cars. A few of these have to bathe with him, sit at the table during meals and even sleep with him. Most nights he has to gather his most "special" vehicles before he can get in bed and go to sleep. As I went to check on him before I head to bed to give him one last kiss I found his cars in their usual place, but also found something unusual. I still laugh as I look at this picture...why does Luke have a sock on his hand? I can only guess that he was polishing his cars. I may never find out.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-49991192794094375892011-08-29T22:06:00.001-07:002011-09-09T10:26:27.616-07:00The Unexpected - Labor Pains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV-Ljc3NPa7nXUIb2khZIkYq-4YyRq7pUeR9dM4YPTqfiI38BIquJ8pOHn58bW2e8wmVeSrzxYkocn79EqQugnHsFqJm4PjxZENYz9a7QfSVS-LWhcwFWjnXxx13M1Xf_dMxUGJG4HaxB/s1600/%257B20764a5b-0a55-4f93-be8d-8fa8e2d8649c%257D_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV-Ljc3NPa7nXUIb2khZIkYq-4YyRq7pUeR9dM4YPTqfiI38BIquJ8pOHn58bW2e8wmVeSrzxYkocn79EqQugnHsFqJm4PjxZENYz9a7QfSVS-LWhcwFWjnXxx13M1Xf_dMxUGJG4HaxB/s400/%257B20764a5b-0a55-4f93-be8d-8fa8e2d8649c%257D_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650412486889043170" border="0" /></a><br />Not quite as terrible as the last one, but still had an unexpected outcome. So here goes:<br />Tuesday (2 days overdue): I went to my doctor's appointment and my doc lovingly suggests he induce me the next evening since my blood levels are doing so well (my platelet counts were being monitored after they dropped back in May).<br />Wednesday (3 days overdue): Went in and started the cervix softening thingy that should start things up within 12 hours. My parents flew in from the 5 week vacation and I was so happy to have my mom there.<br />Thursday morning (4 days overdue): Things were not progressing as planned so they changed to a different type of cervix softener and by mid-morning I started having contractions. The nurse checked and I was to a 3 and said she could feel her little head. Now were were getting somewhere.<br />Thursday afternoon: They started me on pitocin to really get me moving and this is where time gets a little muddled. It was maybe around three or four when my water broke on it's own (weirdest sensation) and then the contractions immediately became super painful and were minutes apart. The nurse checked me again and I was to a 5 and then ran to find the anesthesiologist to get my epidural started cuz there was no way I was going to get to a 10 without it. I don't remember how long it took, but they were back and had the epidural in and I was good to go. Hooray! The nurse checked me again and found baby poo (there is a fancy term that I don't want to look up the spelling for) on her glove and realized this baby was no longer head down. She checked again and then got my doctor (who was the on-call doc that day - awesome he planned for me to come in so he could deliver me). He checked and found that little baby girl had turned and was breach. Since my water had broke already it's not so easy to turn them and my option was to have a c-section. What?! This baby turned and I didn't even notice?<br />The doctor talked to me and told me how everything was going to go and so did the anesthesiologist (everyone at Providence was super awesome). I don't think it was even 15 minutes that went by and I was wheeled into the operating room. I think there were 10 nurses in there, but I couldn't tell as I was laying on my back the whole time. There was a curtain up so Chris didn't pass out from all the the stuff going on...they make the husbands sit down anyway. The anesthesiologist pumped my epidural full of heavier drugs and little Aria was born at 6:02pm, 8 lbs 8 oz, 20 inches long. Practically perfect in every way.<br />Once I was stitched up I was wheeled into recovery where I got to hold little Aria for the first time. She was a doll. All my fears of ugly baby outcome were forgotten. After a few minutes my family members came in 2 at a time to see me and the baby. Luke came in with my dad and we told him this was his little sister that grew in mom's tummy. His first response, "Let me see the whole". I guess that's a reasonable question to a 3 year old because how else do baby's come out of mommy's tummy? We laughed and told him he'd have to wait because right now it has a big band-aid on it.<br />After recovery, I was transferred to another room and floor which was great since the room was bigger and the bed was softer. C-section patients have their own floor which I didn't realize. I did not miss my hold room because the beds are way too small for me and my feet hang off the end which is really uncomfortable.<br />I was released on Saturday evening and Chris had the whole following week off to help with my recovery.<br />Now, if my first delivery had been an easy recovery I'd choose that every time since you're up and back in action almost right away. C-section compared to my previous childbirth? I'd choose C-section again. This has been a lot easier...still lots of pain and discomfort, but I'm able to get around.<br />Luke is adjusting to his little sister. He has his sweet moments, but I dare not leave him alone with her. He hasn't wanted to help as much as I thought he would. One car ride to the doctor's office proved it. Aria was screaming and we were telling him to give her the binkie and he didn't want to. I'm hoping he comes around. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't I Glamorous?<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdb8S0U79Jc9u8gdhJ6l8PTvCRLuwnxRrw2ke9usKkmYq-ZzDUzt8THdiY8w40h8OJrk_1uZouhKLSY1V92426IQUUREw7G9wRnKR3ySfQZtM6RAzM83k0AcmVcpINwm9kYRr-gII0SWI/s1600/far+away+114.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/AVvXsEiFdb8S0U79Jc9u8gdhJ6l8PTvCRLuwnxRrw2ke9usKkmYq-ZzDUzt8THdiY8w40h8OJrk_1uZouhKLSY1V92426IQUUREw7G9wRnKR3ySfQZtM6RAzM83k0AcmVcpINwm9kYRr-gII0SWI/s400/far+away+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646513914338068482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Right after Aria was born.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqaPMcUTNU_67BKyaBdyJ2cLSglzy4YSnE7ZS6NDYSXAxh26mzJbgBrZOeHnkTwqeASk5fhrK1VNnMPtDLBlLE9uUH8LexAk5VOru9Ay3fudEX1XkDCkvAF69OSBrX8TJh3ZB1EtxTZ5N/s1600/far+away+120.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/AVvXsEjRqaPMcUTNU_67BKyaBdyJ2cLSglzy4YSnE7ZS6NDYSXAxh26mzJbgBrZOeHnkTwqeASk5fhrK1VNnMPtDLBlLE9uUH8LexAk5VOru9Ay3fudEX1XkDCkvAF69OSBrX8TJh3ZB1EtxTZ5N/s400/far+away+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649521532112931810" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me all glamorous again.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPmWzaaBN0OkO-zX9T4rQRurg0d3-mmeSgoLIybiEyBaV4Qp-vSqn_6DOdJhu6j0flK42eyyNnqriTP975GdDww06djf-hv46_B4PCdHUGkhY5V7w5Pgt5KlcpgitAoEcbQmUjAowHtUI/s1600/far+away+143.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/AVvXsEgcPmWzaaBN0OkO-zX9T4rQRurg0d3-mmeSgoLIybiEyBaV4Qp-vSqn_6DOdJhu6j0flK42eyyNnqriTP975GdDww06djf-hv46_B4PCdHUGkhY5V7w5Pgt5KlcpgitAoEcbQmUjAowHtUI/s400/far+away+143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646513926356800786" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-67163090503906724832011-08-23T07:57:00.001-07:002011-08-23T08:17:26.608-07:00Ready Set<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgif61EaxQ41HRAr7TzS0F4vkuqZ0AIAKscWH7GRLyan9gyay0y8MffPt1pG5swu2l314KJHcCp5eoisQ-vW-rD_oqfva8_9GCyIFooiNCJO-Zsd2Em1STVz5-xjdTUxeMC4drzwOrZcI/s1600/IMG_0507.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/AVvXsEjmgif61EaxQ41HRAr7TzS0F4vkuqZ0AIAKscWH7GRLyan9gyay0y8MffPt1pG5swu2l314KJHcCp5eoisQ-vW-rD_oqfva8_9GCyIFooiNCJO-Zsd2Em1STVz5-xjdTUxeMC4drzwOrZcI/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644070056547456514" border="0" /></a>
<br />Our house is ready for the baby's arrival. I finished getting everything ready on Saturday. The garland Christina had made for my shower and I loved the bright colors so much that I wanted to hang them above the crib. The other wall looks a little bare, but I've got fun idea to pull off if I can before little Aria arrives, but I'm already 2 days overdue so we'll see.
<br />Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-5976421210145578752011-08-13T16:05:00.000-07:002011-08-14T20:23:19.224-07:00It's the final countdownWe're a week away from the baby girl's arrival and it couldn't come any sooner. Last weeks appointment showed little progress so I know I won't be early. Bummer... I've still slotted myself one more week of work which needs to happen since those covering for me still need major help. I'm more nervous about things going well while I'm gone from work than I am going through labor again. Is that sad or what?
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Since this is partly a journal I must document how I look at 39 weeks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">prego</span>.
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<br />I believe I've hit the weight gain mark I had with Luke. The doctor predicts I'll have an 8 or 8 1/2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pounder</span> this time. Not looking forward to giving birth to a larger child; Luke was only 7 lb 10 oz. With this pregnancy came the swollen ankles and feet. Even with our mild summer I can't seem to stop this crazy swelling. My doctor advised me to take off my wedding ring. I don't want to be one of the women he's had to cut a ring off of. The swelling gets pretty bad by the end of the day, but my feet and ankles are back to almost normal by morning.
<br />I did become anemic and needed to do my iron infusion. I went in every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Friday</span> for four weeks and received the rust colored water. Got my energy back just in time to lose it with a newborn baby. At least I'll start our fully charged instead of already drained.
<br />Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-46960462942825727612011-06-30T13:00:00.000-07:002011-07-24T23:14:30.779-07:00Big Boy Bed<div>Luke got a big boy bed a month or so ago. It was long overdue since he had outgrown the converted crib to toddler bed. He was coming to our room 3 or 4 times a night which was exhausting since he always came and woke me up. I told Chris that he was probably falling out and waking himself up. Poor guy. Now he's got room to roll around and sleeps all night without falling out. I am feeling less drained in the day now that I'm getting sleep without interruption. Luke really loves his new bed especially the area underneath where he can play. We have yet to make a fort...I can't sit on the ground that long these days, but we'll get to that fun feature of a raised bed. <br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631164758305024226" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMR2N4EEvLw9Fnqdng87H3n7hRtlnc3zhsGZYyPz7WfIXIT1G37miMt2JaR8qSaAKfxjgYnin39_eekQ2-s5uKJ9Fr60W_VAgoszHYHhmutLgAjoIqfbvZfO4dO3I-oey1Ql8aKmvZXFRw/s320/Bed.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />I've converted the toddler bed back to a crib which is now all ready for the arrival of our little girl. My friend gave me the crib bedding from one of her daughters that is really cute so no extra expense went into that. Hooray! I've still got some things to do to the baby side of the room before I put pictures up. I hope she doesn't come early so I can still pull off some of my ideas.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-86166885038346061572011-06-20T22:28:00.000-07:002011-07-24T22:51:37.056-07:002011 Graduate - Jacob Miller<div style="text-align: center;">Meet this year's family graduate, my nephew Jake Miller. He's the son of my older brother Rob and the last of his kids to graduate.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JwKO7nucv5Tx1LOi8rgAscVctgrJg0BHu-q26jxyhpK9WxSYp4RsqNElzagbHuiV94DCXA4nKT8mJUqo1ZnOkJ-u5EG-oBkJHyN1SK1KknbudFZtZs5fj3f-x-N-MOI0ijUYIMGNSQnE/s1600/Graduate7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JwKO7nucv5Tx1LOi8rgAscVctgrJg0BHu-q26jxyhpK9WxSYp4RsqNElzagbHuiV94DCXA4nKT8mJUqo1ZnOkJ-u5EG-oBkJHyN1SK1KknbudFZtZs5fj3f-x-N-MOI0ijUYIMGNSQnE/s320/Graduate7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633158104785930354" border="0" /></a>My brother lives in Gold Bar and we all headed up to a BBQ at his house before the graduation. Luke enjoyed letting their dog lick all the cheese from his Doritos before he ate them himself. I did not capture this moment, my mom did. I was seriously grossed out. I told Luke he could not feed the dog and then of course found him doing it again so I did witness the event. Ick!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscJoIfzSROl8oKesmVYwenBcADBrNAg-HiTzfzyUGr9A9qCy7cSMh9KxcKuN_Axyu2I4ci_3bJLNVXkdq6eToboVbwJQBhfwQLIPuJOmSD4bMOHCiizv-AfcsLCIUpoUMGn5x3AEvr6F8/s1600/Graduate5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscJoIfzSROl8oKesmVYwenBcADBrNAg-HiTzfzyUGr9A9qCy7cSMh9KxcKuN_Axyu2I4ci_3bJLNVXkdq6eToboVbwJQBhfwQLIPuJOmSD4bMOHCiizv-AfcsLCIUpoUMGn5x3AEvr6F8/s320/Graduate5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633158110872221554" border="0" /></a>I contently held cute little Hunter during the opening ceremony while Chris wrestled with Luke. Our family didn't get there early enough and so the grandstand was full and we had to stand. Without confinement of seats, Luke was hard to keep in one place. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48LmcTJ9liAzUYwhZcazNej80yfazcIjnHB9k-7fdW7YvAMr1b9ORyXK0ZR9c5Jv_EbafaOzaTMvE3ijdJRH3Lq99Lfm2_D_EZTV67ig7wPULA19T-fTtXY3jng859WXAo-fT0yhgzutl/s1600/Graduate+2.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/AVvXsEi48LmcTJ9liAzUYwhZcazNej80yfazcIjnHB9k-7fdW7YvAMr1b9ORyXK0ZR9c5Jv_EbafaOzaTMvE3ijdJRH3Lq99Lfm2_D_EZTV67ig7wPULA19T-fTtXY3jng859WXAo-fT0yhgzutl/s320/Graduate+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633160009350944770" border="0" /></a>Once all the students were seated and the national anthem was to be sung everyone looked to the flag down field and who did all eyes see? That's right...Chris and Luke stood ever so patriotic while we all laughed to ourselves. I'm sure we weren't the only ones snapping shots of this.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7zVQmZ5JHZj5jxEtSe5YDAmgE-5mZiHlE0z4A2H1Zi5hBbvytKNbt8ppZmuiXWjc806T1-bMU6bvnEZJpA61V6q1mfmQwiTM9cUukTtU97SGRBmKKcSYdBZbwQll-GGiAJ83UaZsklx1/s1600/Graduate+1.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/AVvXsEhB7zVQmZ5JHZj5jxEtSe5YDAmgE-5mZiHlE0z4A2H1Zi5hBbvytKNbt8ppZmuiXWjc806T1-bMU6bvnEZJpA61V6q1mfmQwiTM9cUukTtU97SGRBmKKcSYdBZbwQll-GGiAJ83UaZsklx1/s320/Graduate+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633160014027057298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The graduate with his proud parents.<br />Sultan High School - Class of 2011<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fvLFvM9cMW5l6Gt-C9-gu-sc5QWXKlAsC75EFUA8Ph87nILbo_fFnPGMWQTNxn_sBglSWLtWN9NqPnYNMrugnfBfmVlWVfZm3Su7Je-u_63KciMHVla1dfGhwdwESNgLp4HI2Nsgx4Km/s1600/Graduate3.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/AVvXsEj9fvLFvM9cMW5l6Gt-C9-gu-sc5QWXKlAsC75EFUA8Ph87nILbo_fFnPGMWQTNxn_sBglSWLtWN9NqPnYNMrugnfBfmVlWVfZm3Su7Je-u_63KciMHVla1dfGhwdwESNgLp4HI2Nsgx4Km/s320/Graduate3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633160018569532530" border="0" /></a>Jake with his sister, Erica, and Brother, Zeke.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlT7fJnXMZg87E7xBm7Hs5Zt73_KYoM9EOyE8cTdDH_u7PvVm9V5kky8XJSWdQEvluVVU8UeyOexKSNvTZYajKFLJT7BAtIuZOBU8Bn_QZNEn5Lzr-M0acfIdqUamkPylPGIDfLHgNlCj/s1600/Graduate6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlT7fJnXMZg87E7xBm7Hs5Zt73_KYoM9EOyE8cTdDH_u7PvVm9V5kky8XJSWdQEvluVVU8UeyOexKSNvTZYajKFLJT7BAtIuZOBU8Bn_QZNEn5Lzr-M0acfIdqUamkPylPGIDfLHgNlCj/s320/Graduate6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633162685237164162" border="0" /></a><br />Next family graduation...2013!Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-54952611688413827402011-05-27T17:03:00.000-07:002011-05-27T17:58:04.393-07:00Grandapa Bill & Vancouver<div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks back we went down to Vancouver to visit Chris's dad. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4S_BmgNSI2XjMS6Fj0ix2kx6akpWURR8BQuWo1G4pDwYP-zXsNucv__q8n17Yzgm-zKeewAN1deUq-AMEiYeQGDgsC7HgoKZUXN-udGdLcDr5GaoNMrqUPO4G16Xy-HrF2tC3PbCHrKV/s1600/IMG_0279.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/AVvXsEjk4S_BmgNSI2XjMS6Fj0ix2kx6akpWURR8BQuWo1G4pDwYP-zXsNucv__q8n17Yzgm-zKeewAN1deUq-AMEiYeQGDgsC7HgoKZUXN-udGdLcDr5GaoNMrqUPO4G16Xy-HrF2tC3PbCHrKV/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611562909733395922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We saw an old gristmill and they even still grind stuff for the tourists. We came home with cornmeal and pancake mix. Luke fell asleep before we got there and Chris just took different pictures of the mill and the river. I was surprised it was in such good condition. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Vu-DUT62phxMdYXhyphenhyphenaePh_grdtki1hf0rn3ILUQ8YFsOL1lL1-nANq2AErXvMfuaMmQV0ARG6F8KrnZYWCUGxJlYrWezUTWLIZzIRJ3pOyo9X391s8RA8VG8kCgW-l8w4ZJ1HxqPGayu/s1600/IMG_0274.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/AVvXsEj-Vu-DUT62phxMdYXhyphenhyphenaePh_grdtki1hf0rn3ILUQ8YFsOL1lL1-nANq2AErXvMfuaMmQV0ARG6F8KrnZYWCUGxJlYrWezUTWLIZzIRJ3pOyo9X391s8RA8VG8kCgW-l8w4ZJ1HxqPGayu/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611561702363341266" border="0" /></a>Luke had fun playing football with his dad and his Grandpa. 3 generations of Walchli men right there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyh0eMrvEsOFyrmMnmpty0eIB8JtTxjI-maBsw_K-XUp1nTKg9_Uxyy1QE1VvQmoRsKNfsNwLvfApymbVTDMWu65-WM06grWV3Q3nvQE7UP4wZlM3kCnHTzB3PqwOc7ePsi0QuUzsH1Otg/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyh0eMrvEsOFyrmMnmpty0eIB8JtTxjI-maBsw_K-XUp1nTKg9_Uxyy1QE1VvQmoRsKNfsNwLvfApymbVTDMWu65-WM06grWV3Q3nvQE7UP4wZlM3kCnHTzB3PqwOc7ePsi0QuUzsH1Otg/s400/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556658748116722" border="0" /></a><br />We went on a walk at a nature trail. How the pregnant woman got stuck carrying the child I don't know.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPelmX636-8FzX-TeBcd98VSn1DQdUCHxLHk7QccD-s9pQWKX9yAfuyTE1kwJJudPN8WU36ZXjvTAN1KPA6RiuVhE9G1F2GoHuwZ8HpIqLLiZA28gzxaYgkX69fVAwqpSZ2V75cfe3fwDD/s1600/IMG_0291.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/AVvXsEiPelmX636-8FzX-TeBcd98VSn1DQdUCHxLHk7QccD-s9pQWKX9yAfuyTE1kwJJudPN8WU36ZXjvTAN1KPA6RiuVhE9G1F2GoHuwZ8HpIqLLiZA28gzxaYgkX69fVAwqpSZ2V75cfe3fwDD/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611552311032472738" border="0" /></a><br />Saw some big trees.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2H4e2hrCqk_nZTiu5ThIvPUDuPl6RLrOAoCrA4_nRf6fO_IBx5325ZTESwYmYBf67L1bvdVBR8vwOPU5QBnsg7R-dmbpAqbRPWu1yz3hdq0TzBBeurdYPla1s0MyXfdpPs8mNlok6uj-/s1600/IMG_0298.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/AVvXsEjV2H4e2hrCqk_nZTiu5ThIvPUDuPl6RLrOAoCrA4_nRf6fO_IBx5325ZTESwYmYBf67L1bvdVBR8vwOPU5QBnsg7R-dmbpAqbRPWu1yz3hdq0TzBBeurdYPla1s0MyXfdpPs8mNlok6uj-/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611562255689461842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And a big slug. Boys gotta document this stuff you know.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFy3qRKzYDet00E3BpWNzDAkA_FQ9VmjtJYIX8QONd4bQaIFJTdJmtvUb6_oikULB5wG39NIyy0eCK-Wqohwt5L0E0xqKH7qGIfWz0L8i4uXhxOXSCitkxSxrYLzDsTSoVf_2uCeZqbm2a/s1600/IMG_0299.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/AVvXsEhFy3qRKzYDet00E3BpWNzDAkA_FQ9VmjtJYIX8QONd4bQaIFJTdJmtvUb6_oikULB5wG39NIyy0eCK-Wqohwt5L0E0xqKH7qGIfWz0L8i4uXhxOXSCitkxSxrYLzDsTSoVf_2uCeZqbm2a/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611561696256965730" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-26494820529337229312011-05-27T16:42:00.000-07:002011-05-27T17:03:15.810-07:00It's a Girl!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC5lLJ4UKA2HSo8boOXy9Yruv02JPsXgX7t9lsehHjwQjB8HRj6ecCU1aqOSh0auclyAeEXqsdReJM8U1m_x0_JOg-q0kKnW4i1_6byrJ5wwpEXoTZBHxIMeeA4I-AfChQGj9SOuqgnLH/s1600/IMG_0234.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/AVvXsEiKC5lLJ4UKA2HSo8boOXy9Yruv02JPsXgX7t9lsehHjwQjB8HRj6ecCU1aqOSh0auclyAeEXqsdReJM8U1m_x0_JOg-q0kKnW4i1_6byrJ5wwpEXoTZBHxIMeeA4I-AfChQGj9SOuqgnLH/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611550615632573474" border="0" /></a><br />And I was thinking we were going to have another boy. Chris told me he knew I was going to have a girl this time around. We are excited. Luke will tell me every now and then he's having a baby too. I think when he's full because his little tummy sticks out some. He's cute. He'll even say that the baby is gonna come out and talk to him. I'll say that it's not going to happen exactly like that, but he can talk to the baby (she's just not going to talk back yet).Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-53666093104786462662011-05-27T16:25:00.000-07:002011-05-27T16:42:31.036-07:00Easter 2011 - Flashback to April<div style="text-align: center;">Easter will always fall close to Luke's birthday so the Easter bunny helps us out a bit and goes easy on the gifts. I couldn't get him to look at me...just his dad who was telling him to look at me. <br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8y0-yjNzZiChE_n9mBR2h9msBmg1WGmS-ojMmG2ZUltGBXcjJZ2RlYLL7sIIphyPLXdwgbFmY9NdKlqBwAb_zcdpR2D9dLNYP6hrEPAFqgwD_VKSZEyOhQuxt__JCo9wnYuRpf6WKJTNc/s1600/IMG_0250.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/AVvXsEi8y0-yjNzZiChE_n9mBR2h9msBmg1WGmS-ojMmG2ZUltGBXcjJZ2RlYLL7sIIphyPLXdwgbFmY9NdKlqBwAb_zcdpR2D9dLNYP6hrEPAFqgwD_VKSZEyOhQuxt__JCo9wnYuRpf6WKJTNc/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611542357667487634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Luke's favorite thing was the chocolate bunny. He enjoyed it before breakfast. Might as well get it over with.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifr8nXmcXvuxu_WM1k4oJJWP01PSCFuwTuMQLFbcgxJW4a597H1OeuqiTj3NMST0lqhwiRuqKYdQ-VXE5kFfQuscfkMvMFlCHqUmWv1tYOwV0IJDP15IoGcqI3X-qebwFf3O1SnjQLKlaZ/s1600/IMG_0253.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/AVvXsEifr8nXmcXvuxu_WM1k4oJJWP01PSCFuwTuMQLFbcgxJW4a597H1OeuqiTj3NMST0lqhwiRuqKYdQ-VXE5kFfQuscfkMvMFlCHqUmWv1tYOwV0IJDP15IoGcqI3X-qebwFf3O1SnjQLKlaZ/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611543092037564386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The family Easter feast was a small one, but very delicious. Half of my family were in Utah attending a cousins wedding so it was my sister and her family, a brother-in-law (his family was on the Utah trip) and Chris, Luke and me. My sis, JaNeanne, cooked the delicious ham. I made potatoes and deviled the eggs we colored. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTcUlXZ0vw0pyZKvGzECbjrMJVIdLKc4-6lMyDgf_AfV_4ZHHPIOVj-OtPB2x-C5xG1TOyfUM56CoYjvfUUbq7j-VDE6SaaFAog-VyjASGOLu-824p0gvaSE7AYHQ5O0D3pAW2Ak8G2ab/s1600/IMG_0255.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/AVvXsEhVTcUlXZ0vw0pyZKvGzECbjrMJVIdLKc4-6lMyDgf_AfV_4ZHHPIOVj-OtPB2x-C5xG1TOyfUM56CoYjvfUUbq7j-VDE6SaaFAog-VyjASGOLu-824p0gvaSE7AYHQ5O0D3pAW2Ak8G2ab/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611542357840741378" border="0" /></a>We had an Easter egg hunt for the kids (Luke, Zoey and Aidan). Easy hiding for Luke and hard to find ones for Zoey and Aidan since they are so little kids. <br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSbJATMyaSg-iWPPv27wm4I67GwTj5sNtEKGx1tHMFcdp9PMV3BMpA9Tti9Tm3SDrnDKaV3xOIQqORplFnibn0zapnIYt0v2IMgLoAvFDE3DOxwyft4F5pq8HXjcw4DvqcutFa6ccW9HW/s1600/IMG_0261.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/AVvXsEgZSbJATMyaSg-iWPPv27wm4I67GwTj5sNtEKGx1tHMFcdp9PMV3BMpA9Tti9Tm3SDrnDKaV3xOIQqORplFnibn0zapnIYt0v2IMgLoAvFDE3DOxwyft4F5pq8HXjcw4DvqcutFa6ccW9HW/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611542372414034290" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga96zTuUQQblpUUvvUucVAVMbHXG-cY_bdsiZdFVNSdwgMGX24oY2FYCHVUzHU7gHRJl1fOG_2-3jOIgpPKSwGIa3egpxBeHW2J2RFBp33jMAvTQKE8ny51g2byVQF2pQOToFNFwlm83vj/s1600/IMG_0262.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/AVvXsEga96zTuUQQblpUUvvUucVAVMbHXG-cY_bdsiZdFVNSdwgMGX24oY2FYCHVUzHU7gHRJl1fOG_2-3jOIgpPKSwGIa3egpxBeHW2J2RFBp33jMAvTQKE8ny51g2byVQF2pQOToFNFwlm83vj/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611542367877664770" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-6029236595382032772011-05-27T15:59:00.001-07:002011-05-27T16:25:40.864-07:00Birthday Fun - Flashback to April<div style="text-align: center;">Luke was so excited for his dinosaur birthday party. Although the weather wasn't that great, we still played a game outside. What do you play with kids ranging in age from 4 - 1 1/2? Duck-Duck-Goose of course! Parents had to help their younger ones...mine being one.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9uaIAro63QOAJPUhVoRhZJ500sQWz1QG_OJJlezWu8dUN99DQLxbMW1r9LBx1HQEKunQeV6Mu9v6mXyfrsBU3joTnYqG7IopITBc-aykYfS11K_1loTCTaQEojPUoHzDgZlhAsIcYiZo/s1600/lukes+bith+day+007.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/AVvXsEjM9uaIAro63QOAJPUhVoRhZJ500sQWz1QG_OJJlezWu8dUN99DQLxbMW1r9LBx1HQEKunQeV6Mu9v6mXyfrsBU3joTnYqG7IopITBc-aykYfS11K_1loTCTaQEojPUoHzDgZlhAsIcYiZo/s400/lukes+bith+day+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535833216937842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gift opening was great. Chris was Luke's "big" helper and he even posed for me with Luke. Lightening McQueen is always a huge hit with this boy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnPjxjyPORc6g-I0_xeouwkccKyNyH5CDpKFuAZ0H9X49DY5hWawSDBz0xvkP2nhMDhxdEPAwsa8bj0-YMnINjq23t5-7Y3AJsOu8lVpEst7pflpQdDomUnmqBEj5o2bWoRAxEOWAih56/s1600/lukes+bith+day+028.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/AVvXsEjnnPjxjyPORc6g-I0_xeouwkccKyNyH5CDpKFuAZ0H9X49DY5hWawSDBz0xvkP2nhMDhxdEPAwsa8bj0-YMnINjq23t5-7Y3AJsOu8lVpEst7pflpQdDomUnmqBEj5o2bWoRAxEOWAih56/s400/lukes+bith+day+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535821315647250" border="0" /></a><br />The delicious birthday cake Luke picked out which made the party theme. He was really excited to come and pick it up with me that morning at Costco.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YoPqIk5fFw4wVIyPLhR2Gq8t6FwZumkPl60R98tO_bG7xM7IyjVmmgteobXFxGM-vxt4hqJjwvVsyLstmAxWRgji2JSYCVzJ3sQIctV8BlqCrZf-RjJNFA9G3g94aKOaUVi26NCF3VqP/s1600/lukes+bith+day+068.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTBZpdU6yGrx04p_XtwTpxFkFb_aS_wXIie40Bio1ai7vKu4Z4G6IBDipmIx5G5ckcYxSjgvgEy_D360xayTbLeq1Ev8stVPSdEGUmklSWpK5UmoOk0VScWQ4_GcRGbrm7kP2oN1TTWkg/s1600/lukes+bith+day+041.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/AVvXsEhhTBZpdU6yGrx04p_XtwTpxFkFb_aS_wXIie40Bio1ai7vKu4Z4G6IBDipmIx5G5ckcYxSjgvgEy_D360xayTbLeq1Ev8stVPSdEGUmklSWpK5UmoOk0VScWQ4_GcRGbrm7kP2oN1TTWkg/s400/lukes+bith+day+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611539720621693490" border="0" /></a><br />You've got to make sure the gifts given are fun to play with. This rocket sure was.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIKqqDOz_gVln87c2bOLUkiE6wvgy3wZZEz8-1rKO57imOt0gf40j2dbtK4jA1j1g376zjOzcLLF4XCxObRhOCTk5d8SAoPmGQEyU2bl2eIPihWii7rHbNWYkJ8wIedx6GHdSgLEYv9Ux/s1600/lukes+bith+day+058.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/AVvXsEjWIKqqDOz_gVln87c2bOLUkiE6wvgy3wZZEz8-1rKO57imOt0gf40j2dbtK4jA1j1g376zjOzcLLF4XCxObRhOCTk5d8SAoPmGQEyU2bl2eIPihWii7rHbNWYkJ8wIedx6GHdSgLEYv9Ux/s400/lukes+bith+day+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611539727447377682" border="0" /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-60593857334974170672011-04-05T12:25:00.000-07:002011-04-05T13:17:56.545-07:00The Boy is turning 3!Luke is so excited about his birthday party. He can't stop talking about it and I hope my planning lives up to his expectation. I think he's most excited about the cake. He and I went to Costco and I let him pick it out all by himself. He went with the dinosaur. After cake selecting we went to Party City to check out the decorations with a dinosaur theme. Didn't find anything I liked, but I had an ingenious idea to use my Cricut and make my own as well as the invitations. I rented a cartridge from my fav scrapbook store, but I had so much fun with this one that I may actually buy one of my own. Here is a sneek peek of some of the things I've made. <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I think these two are adorable!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592195336670365378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM5o9I961tjwrQN-sEnQCcVikbtl0c416OACQFrN9FbJxCqXtZ6Vr4Q6OBQMIzw8-oL8GGPNSH5bEno213tvXZ_UVvWNF2m40IynOAc0HzQPkIwSuLMUe5WIyXWgO1-bR4Uufca7zOW1d/s400/caveboy.JPG" /></div>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-21992762342287637632011-03-25T13:01:00.001-07:002011-03-25T13:33:08.530-07:00Potty-Trianing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlVrKXLPcXDwgTXXS8mIDVQUe0m4jwOl1EZBBmcqkTABO_a6uBqRzB2ZCkf4OKbAl4Vcco-FFJLAF8HHmvPHw7OQA65P4mAqKeC0zDzr9l98Gjb71ySIt3bt2cGW-muDwfK7DT2ounaG7/s1600/toto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588110761954706226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlVrKXLPcXDwgTXXS8mIDVQUe0m4jwOl1EZBBmcqkTABO_a6uBqRzB2ZCkf4OKbAl4Vcco-FFJLAF8HHmvPHw7OQA65P4mAqKeC0zDzr9l98Gjb71ySIt3bt2cGW-muDwfK7DT2ounaG7/s400/toto.jpg" /></a><br /><br />As a parent, one of the hardest challenges you face has got to be potty-training.<br />Sometime mid-January my Mom wanted to start this with Luke. I figured, why not, she's had loads of experience with raising six kids so training Luke would be a cinch for her. Nope, that wasn't the case. Unfortunately, I wasn't stressing the training at home so it wasn't working out very well for her. Sorry Mom!<br />With baby # 2 on the way and Luke nearing 3 I want to get him out of diapers. We all know it can be done so this past week Chris and I took matter into our own hands (mostly Chris since I work later than him). Since Sunday, Luke has had 4 accidents. I'm so proud of my boy! What are we doing that's working? A sticker chart and bribery. Once Luke has a success he picks out a sticker to add to his chart. Before we started, we purchased his prize so he knew what the reward would be for filling up his sticker chart. he sure is excited about get it. Weird thing is he's stopped having BM's during the day....not sure when at night it happens, but int the morning he sure has a loaded diaper. Next goal for Luke is to stay dry during naps and the releasing of hostages during the day (hope I'm not too graphic there).<br /><div><div></div></div>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-12197046048411676252011-03-07T12:52:00.000-08:002011-03-07T13:09:49.707-08:00Soup Goodness<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirm3I2QL5YtL_j2n9ECyVr8L2ntOoRdbolGNm0JUt8lEdOwsucShxouBhQzYaB2rLYgg-kxKfJcliXJ9oKSKMqCDPUXFKRokIFGQH4h9VdVlhZIIW1HhzGpdE9xXA5OTxpjleJ6KksCMt2/s1600/Soup+Goodness.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581447612049520674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirm3I2QL5YtL_j2n9ECyVr8L2ntOoRdbolGNm0JUt8lEdOwsucShxouBhQzYaB2rLYgg-kxKfJcliXJ9oKSKMqCDPUXFKRokIFGQH4h9VdVlhZIIW1HhzGpdE9xXA5OTxpjleJ6KksCMt2/s320/Soup+Goodness.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by The Pioneer Woman</span></div><br /><br />I made chicken tortilla soup last sunday for dinner and it was sooooooooo delicious. I bumped into this blog/website for <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman</a> and boy did she have some yummy looking recipes. I was in a soup mood when I found the site and thought the tortilla soup looked easy enough. I can tell you right now, it did not disappoint. I ate all the leftovers for lunch the following two days and it was just as tasty re-heated. I didn't add all the garnishes since I don't always keep red onion and avacados on hand, but it was fine without them. Anyway, if you try it, let me know what you thought? I'm definately adding this one to my well-loved recipes.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-74610334811981730732011-03-04T12:31:00.000-08:002011-03-04T13:08:10.832-08:00What happened to the sweetness?This week has been awful. The majority of my time Monday - Friday is spent at work or commuting to and from and that's been fine. The small amount of time I spend at home during those days has not been very fun. My precious, sweet little boy has disappeared and been replaced with ... I hate to say it...the spawn of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Satan</span>. Usually, whey I get home from work, Luke runs up to me and gives me a big hug and tells me he missed me. This week there has been no hug or an "I missed you today". Instead, it's been replaced with an "oh, it's mom" and not even 10 minutes later the whine of ...I want...I want...I want begins while I'm trying to fix dinner and it's usually something he can't have. I'm the bad guy right off the bat and so he's mad at me the rest of the night. This week, Chris has taken vacation from work and been home. Luke went to daycare his usual 2 days, but other than that he's hung out with his dad and I think he's upset with me because I can't stay home with him all day too. Oh, how I wish those circumstances were different. I so want to be able to stay home and do mom things ...run errands...go on fun outings...have more than one day to do household chores. I really need to devote that day (Saturday) to playing with Luke. I hope next week when he's back to his normal routine I'll get my love-y little boy back because I miss him a lot. Tomorrow I think I'll make his favorite...pancakes for breakfast. That should start the weekend off right.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-72435791242919777432011-01-24T12:24:00.000-08:002011-01-24T13:44:16.398-08:00Things to Share<div align="left">It's only made it's way back to me once so I think I've held in the secret pretty good. I've wanted to tell some friends in person, but the timing has been off so I'm sorry this isn't an "in person" news drop.<br /><br />Baby Walchli II will be arriving in August.<br /><br />This pregnancy took us totally by suprise. I went to the doctor for one thing and came out knowing something totally different. Here's the story:<br />I haven't been able to hear out of my left ear for a few months (an after-effect of a bad cold). After putting it off forever I decided to go see the doctor to have it checked out. She looked in my ears, asked a few questions and said I should make an appointment with an ENT since she couldn't see anything wrong with my ear. She did want to write up a presciption for a steriod and antibiotic so she asked if I was nursing or pregnant (I had Luke with me so I guess those are legit questions) and I said no. I was thinking to myself Luke is a little old to be nursing, but some mothers do still I've heard. Second, Chris and I had already had the talk the week before and he wanted to wait longer to have another child....like 2012. But, I rephrased my answer to..."Well, I don't think I'm pregnant. We aren't trying right now anyway." Next question from the doctor, "When was your last period?" (I know I'm getting graphic), and I proceeded to tell her it should have started the day before, but it has been a day late a time or two. To be on the safe side, she wanted to check. So, I took the prenancy test with the knowledge that it won't be positive and I'll get my drugs and maybe this ear thing will clear up finally. Yeah...I was so wrong. She comes back in with a smile and tells me that she won't be prescribing me anything today because the test was positive. WHAT?! Not expecting that answer. I'm in shock...I even started to cry and then the doctor starts tearing up and then she says, "Merry Christmas". After I pulled myself together, Luke and I left the doctors office with my ear still plugged. How could this be <span style="font-size:78%;">(I'm on the pill)?</span> What am I going to tell Chris...will he be upset? What are we going to do with Luke and a new baby while I'm working? So many questions and what am I gonna do!<br />Chris wasn't upset when I told him. He was shocked just like me, but that's wore off and we couldn't be more excited. I did get myself a home pregnancy test just to make double-y sure. I guess, the Lord feels that we are ready and can handle this new addition to our family. We're just gonna roll with it. We'll cross the bridge of "what's gonna happen when I have to go back to work" when we get there. I know the Lord will bless us and everything will be alright. That's the thing that worries me the most, but I'm going to have faith and know that the Lord works in mysterious ways. I've got quite a ways to go and lots can happen.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">P.S. I am at 10 weeks AND my ear unplugged by itself the week before last.</div>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-60985608706576666082011-01-07T22:38:00.000-08:002011-01-07T23:05:56.171-08:00Christmas 2010 - Part 2Sweetly borrowed my mom's camera that captured our little family's Christmas morning moments. Sorry, no pictures of me. I don't look so great when I first wake up.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60j3BcCqok-7ijXRl9Q8gjP7zaPm_C5eVT6ODB2URUI-6GXJ284W0aMfAWrJYZRzWXMTtEJrzzSTJQQr4CEQH-lkgVOMXHLnRjBlqiExpaKkOlFOM0_DSJ8UkEQD_yZpiSQqwUGSrH-Lx/s1600/DSCN4345.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60j3BcCqok-7ijXRl9Q8gjP7zaPm_C5eVT6ODB2URUI-6GXJ284W0aMfAWrJYZRzWXMTtEJrzzSTJQQr4CEQH-lkgVOMXHLnRjBlqiExpaKkOlFOM0_DSJ8UkEQD_yZpiSQqwUGSrH-Lx/s400/DSCN4345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702496206087394" border="0" /></a>The stockings were hung by the chimney with care until they were filled with presents galore. I got a watch in mine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsZQ5tIENMPARGZ540UNdjADjbmJMQYvSZOA1RpHwkOocKq7JJXiwR9QKVJkOexnvlcgG6Yf2707tLw1ACmymHXXWzKaBGU9HutknR-pQDRjXKUecr4OybyJD7tDunmSbMttPkLF6ArgC/s1600/DSCN4347.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsZQ5tIENMPARGZ540UNdjADjbmJMQYvSZOA1RpHwkOocKq7JJXiwR9QKVJkOexnvlcgG6Yf2707tLw1ACmymHXXWzKaBGU9HutknR-pQDRjXKUecr4OybyJD7tDunmSbMttPkLF6ArgC/s400/DSCN4347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559705384908427586" border="0" /></a>Chris was helping Luke discover what Santa brought him in his stocking.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLa3QvjEiuOeVtH4dVMnep6EKXEgGiZvXlcjijTBPKA9btTZP6dPJZ9D3uSf9MxeacNpBmouf4KAFNLyi37VKBOkE7fV9iE9kl0B_TxkuiIJickUfbpReiipLNE4CXbwjOB3wGrNRo51TT/s1600/DSCN4354.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLa3QvjEiuOeVtH4dVMnep6EKXEgGiZvXlcjijTBPKA9btTZP6dPJZ9D3uSf9MxeacNpBmouf4KAFNLyi37VKBOkE7fV9iE9kl0B_TxkuiIJickUfbpReiipLNE4CXbwjOB3wGrNRo51TT/s400/DSCN4354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702502290027650" border="0" /></a>Chris holding up the calendar and movie Luke got. He loves his cars and he sure liked the pictures in the calendar.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftbCnU8yARetSaIEsay1KzfI-d1_bS2YVLVGeFaOMG3ueKokY3NF7E48z7bwTAopXliJZPF97woYzUWpQgOkH2UF7sLsycnBQdzRGLFWpngtB9X4LFzUQoHC_I-BtzfzEHS598HbI17JM/s1600/DSCN4341.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftbCnU8yARetSaIEsay1KzfI-d1_bS2YVLVGeFaOMG3ueKokY3NF7E48z7bwTAopXliJZPF97woYzUWpQgOkH2UF7sLsycnBQdzRGLFWpngtB9X4LFzUQoHC_I-BtzfzEHS598HbI17JM/s400/DSCN4341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559702489281399650" border="0" /></a>We had bought this for Luke earlier in the year for Christmas and then he told Santa he wanted a train. We did by a Thomas set, however, when Chris and I tried to set it up Christmas eve it was missing a bunch of tracks so it was not the gift Santa brought. Luke didn't seem too disappointed with this because the truck is electronic. The next week we exchanged the Thomas set for a smaller one and he really loves it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZktyo9wB5z60eyX4nouLTchoErHxvYDU-XhnMMVbxcdJmXzmLU4dHjBESOPITr5PjElDwkGgJ02iX8T4WZt4CT7x3TnMzjMs_Caz2WLdKnFakKBCCEVWnPQhE1MNEQAeKPT0zFIuXzYf/s1600/IMG_0012%255B2%255D.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZktyo9wB5z60eyX4nouLTchoErHxvYDU-XhnMMVbxcdJmXzmLU4dHjBESOPITr5PjElDwkGgJ02iX8T4WZt4CT7x3TnMzjMs_Caz2WLdKnFakKBCCEVWnPQhE1MNEQAeKPT0zFIuXzYf/s400/IMG_0012%255B2%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559707580531062066" border="0" /></a>By mid-morning he was on quite the sugar high, but he sure enjoyed Christmas this year.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicw9JzKAJ_gKcgC6Xbu8DAt8-N-IF2eIlauZVRGdZ2qXUR_YibvBMhqqrauSn4MrI0313bNFBQnxbAEV8oICRc5Uv8VbzUk6T0UnbcpxAxTgxO2KnvZdCwO8exO4vXBLy_xO0zJ4gl7qAy/s1600/IMG_0012%255B1%255D.JPG"><br /></a>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-46194197115422267792011-01-06T12:23:00.000-08:002011-01-06T13:01:26.456-08:00Christmas 2010 - Part 1<div>Christmas eve is spent at my parents house. The whole family comes over - all six kids with spouses and children. We were missing my older brother's wife, but the count was still 21. It's a houseful. Dad always makes clam chowder and prime rib. I think this year the clam chowder was the best he's ever made. </div><div></div><br /><div>Pictures of the evening: </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZsR7f8i3aYiHwCIN2q_vrVkLKPSI9SLE2gmO18F9dFLetBatP72ixoovX_fEkfcmPT0vaPZm2kK4eEZxPeETyiyBCyynTU-tw4BIzSuVuQgdCOCv5qO_9ti5jB34ewLkvG77Gmy2ttJt/s1600/DSCN4593.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559173488312995810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZsR7f8i3aYiHwCIN2q_vrVkLKPSI9SLE2gmO18F9dFLetBatP72ixoovX_fEkfcmPT0vaPZm2kK4eEZxPeETyiyBCyynTU-tw4BIzSuVuQgdCOCv5qO_9ti5jB34ewLkvG77Gmy2ttJt/s400/DSCN4593.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">The youngest grandchildren : Hunter and Luke with Kairin and Connor (no, they aren't the oldest)</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">For something different and because all the grandkids are mostly older we did had a white elephant gift exchange. There were some really outrageous gifts. No one took a picture of mine, an authentic thingy for something I'm too embarassed to write about.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSdip7sQUjLXV8ACmLyTasahc6rjZrs8SYAUhW-IN7T_dIAIHnXGpN82uJBxdcoR0LhwIeVgA-NQ0AoeqF0U4AT1LeeDrQQqb-CQm5Qh2o51QiBfIzRocVIjFKPsOn-9TW9Uo63tqQCPz/s1600/DSCN4601.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559173482223633602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSdip7sQUjLXV8ACmLyTasahc6rjZrs8SYAUhW-IN7T_dIAIHnXGpN82uJBxdcoR0LhwIeVgA-NQ0AoeqF0U4AT1LeeDrQQqb-CQm5Qh2o51QiBfIzRocVIjFKPsOn-9TW9Uo63tqQCPz/s400/DSCN4601.JPG" /></a>My dad's gift.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qrWnoBnXNjcfXZE0XCtJnJM_RhjtVD22VWZwSprkYtJ3jKefbfo6rhnpd0uLd7Bk8UtVo-oA-23tKe1ClzuB82g8IItbiv9rlQY2ttzUwe1NePOJbxRALJ0kVtu00twWwYDj2uv-tvJR/s1600/DSCN4600.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559173480560311458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qrWnoBnXNjcfXZE0XCtJnJM_RhjtVD22VWZwSprkYtJ3jKefbfo6rhnpd0uLd7Bk8UtVo-oA-23tKe1ClzuB82g8IItbiv9rlQY2ttzUwe1NePOJbxRALJ0kVtu00twWwYDj2uv-tvJR/s400/DSCN4600.JPG" /></a>A fun feathery mask.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBC1DVYwNJN8TL7Qwm5xrzkHR_ltPfAi_uDKuWgrHKoTcik-LO0AJY9gqGRgyigPHi4aYgOsAs8bdp4AO-4nYFeVsvxYt6YmwCQF3XpmRE6kOfQ0i0OENXFwVlHVkRQWbqJLxTTo_0_x9/s1600/DSCN4591.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559173473873344258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBC1DVYwNJN8TL7Qwm5xrzkHR_ltPfAi_uDKuWgrHKoTcik-LO0AJY9gqGRgyigPHi4aYgOsAs8bdp4AO-4nYFeVsvxYt6YmwCQF3XpmRE6kOfQ0i0OENXFwVlHVkRQWbqJLxTTo_0_x9/s400/DSCN4591.JPG" /></a>My adorable sisters.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Sometime during the evening I misplaced my camera so I didn't take get any the gift opening. I should have taken pictures of the name plaques I made for my brother and sisters before I wrapped them, but I did not. They turned out really awesome and I was so excited about them. I'll have a picture up of one of them next week so I have them for my posterity. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Before we left I borrowed my mom's camera for Christmas morning, but she took it home after they came over for dinner before I had a chance to download them to my computer. I did get a new camera for Christmas, but I don't want to post anything out of order. I'll have everything else up before the weekend is over. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Hope everyone had a wonder Christmas and a Happy New Year! </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div></div>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-12412209701426000282010-12-16T13:48:00.000-08:002010-12-16T14:07:25.028-08:00Let the Gifting Begin<div>Now that my work party has hit I can share what I made for the girls. Not that they look at this blog or anything, I just wanted to make sure no one knew what I was making. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551401645327907730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvGzHTQ_65EPamu77zT0B5rJr8d1fiJweG1D-y5vsGSzpxpUl0ArIQyiAaxaqcVbCWmQyCtTWr1Qy0ruvRhR7aNiyi07zJb7k6i1sGO4Nsa7cc2q_3vn-H2LyEB9WyGm1dnxjAyB272Xp/s400/ChristmasGift.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><p>Found the fantastic idea for a picture holder over at <a href="http://shanty2chic.blogspot.com/2010/12/frame-display-idea-3.html">Shanty 2 Chic</a>. Seriously, those girls are brilliant with some of the things they come up with. Total cost was around $8 maybe and I made 4. Found the 2x8 in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">leftover</span> wood bin for $2 and I think I had a good 4 feet of it. So I had five 9" pieces cut. The finials were in a 2-pack for $1.99 each. The girls loved them. I suggested they could use them in their kitchen to hold recipe cards, a picture or whatever you want to clip up. </p>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-21586614863410885672010-12-13T20:56:00.000-08:002010-12-13T21:21:21.932-08:00Jolly Old Saint Nicholas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcy3gogGloHOtYRONWIf1-W6Z3Pj2M175TdLpJZbYv8PVJi23RQAgcx_Kzef1EShAOJPrWT-RAmsABGkHP2MiW6nZDRsd3vVc_JnTDAVuvX3eBwpuajNsSl4naGlcxlKUhLNxQq0lHYXS/s1600/DSCN4585.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpcy3gogGloHOtYRONWIf1-W6Z3Pj2M175TdLpJZbYv8PVJi23RQAgcx_Kzef1EShAOJPrWT-RAmsABGkHP2MiW6nZDRsd3vVc_JnTDAVuvX3eBwpuajNsSl4naGlcxlKUhLNxQq0lHYXS/s400/DSCN4585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550398754470403634" border="0" /></a>Luke has become very aware of Christmas this year. When he saw Santa at the ward party he was so excited. Quite a huge difference from last year.<a href="http://walchli-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html"> (see photo)</a> I had to literally run after him and carry off the stage before he bulldozed some other kid of Santa's lap. As we were walking to the end of the line he yelled, "Santa! I'm Luke!" I'm guessing he's been a bit over exposed by the many holiday movies my husband, Chris, has been watching. When our turn came Luke went right up to Santa and sat on his lap. I was really shocked he even talked to him. He asked for a train for Christmas. On our way home he talked so much about seeing Santa. It was really cute.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-43319517074542544502010-12-09T20:52:00.000-08:002010-12-09T21:29:52.224-08:00For My Husband the Gamer<p><strong>Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="http://bit.ly/tmwishlist">TodaysMama</a></strong><strong> (link to: </strong><a href="http://bit.ly/tmwishlist">http://bit.ly/tmwishlist</a>) <strong>and </strong><strong><a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">GameStop</a></strong><strong> (link to: </strong><a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">http://bit.ly/gamestop10</a>) <strong>are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.</strong></p> <p><strong>1. What is your holiday wish for your family?</strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">For everyone to be happy and healthy.</span></span><br /></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <p><strong>2. What is your Christmas morning / Hanukkah Nightly tradition? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">The past two years, which we will now continue forevermore, I've made a delicious Ham Puff breakfast and drank hot chocolate. It would be nice if it also snowed Christmas morning, but that's up to "Old Man Winter".</span><br /></strong></p> <p><strong>3. If you could ask Santa for one, completely decadent wish for yourself, what would it be? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">A nice long uninterrupted nap. </span></strong></p> <p><strong>4. How do you make the holidays special without spending any money? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">Spend time with family and friends watching Christmas movies (we have quite a large selection), singing carols, and even driving around neighborhoods looking at Christmas lights at night.</span><br /></strong></p> <p><strong>5. What games did you play with your family growing up? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">We loved playing Pictionary and laughing at each others drawings. After awhile everyone discovered that my twin sister and I couldn't be on the same team since we seemed to read each others minds. </span><br /></strong></p> <p><strong>6. What holiday tradition have you carried on from your own childhood? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">We always got new pajamas on Christmas eve and before bed we'd read the nativity story. Christ is the reason for the season.</span><br /></strong></p> <p><strong>7. Where would you go for a Christmas/Hanukkah-away-from-home trip? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">America's winter playground - Vermont!</span></strong></p><p><strong>8. Check out <a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">GameStop</a></strong><strong> (link to: </strong><a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">http://bit.ly/gamestop10</a><strong>) and tell us, what are the three top items on your GameStop Wish List this year? <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"> 1. The hubs wants to up his skills with Rock Band 3 and the killer drum-set. 2. A Wii Fit has been on the wishlist the last two years. 3. I don't think anyone would complain if we had a DSi.</span><br /></strong></p>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-30171591007147334902010-12-02T13:01:00.000-08:002010-12-02T13:30:27.696-08:00A First<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT2TqbkTb99vWTJAcTiRjwqHbj4z0gNY4h5V5Q6bMK1YgJz6cem8znCPl6VWnKudFbDko-jQHeDxvKo0BOXOqRtAGeMBza9M_E-tZcif233II8Z_8KJY3XNcr5O0wiBnOX7eNPQACtSdy/s1600/Disney-Tangled-Poster-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546193962859718018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT2TqbkTb99vWTJAcTiRjwqHbj4z0gNY4h5V5Q6bMK1YgJz6cem8znCPl6VWnKudFbDko-jQHeDxvKo0BOXOqRtAGeMBza9M_E-tZcif233II8Z_8KJY3XNcr5O0wiBnOX7eNPQACtSdy/s400/Disney-Tangled-Poster-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I took Luke to his first theater movie over Thanksgiving weekend. My sister-in-law was taking her kids to see Tangled so we went along too. Because I am sheltered with no regular cable I had no idea what this movie was about except it was the story of Rapunzel. Luke had free admission, but I was nervous having to pay for a show I might not see. I know Luke can sit through a whole animated film (I've lost count at how many times he's watched Cars), but in the dark, with other kids I wasn't certain he'd sit still for that long. Oh happy day - Luke sat and watched the whole show! What a relief that was. There was 5 minutes of restlessness near the end, but he settled back down on my lap. I thought Tangled was great and I know the boy did too because I heard him laugh a bunch. Plus he loved having popcorn and sharing mom's soda. No more "taking a young child to the movies" fear for this family. </div>Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561943758432128544.post-66298864960170378982010-10-25T12:53:00.000-07:002010-10-25T13:29:30.351-07:00PassingAlmost 2 weeks ago, Chris's grandpa passed away. We made two sudden trips to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Umatilla</span>, Oregon to be with grandma and the family in a weeks time. Down for the weekend and then back home. Down again for the funeral 2 days later and then back home. I am so glad Luke is a good traveler. He had a slight cold when we first left, but by the time everything we got home the last time it had gone to a full-blown ear infection. Poor little lamb. <br /><br />Unfortunately, I did not know this grandpa very well. Chris grew up with him, but wasn't as close when he was older (why we didn't see him much). When we went to grandpa's house in La <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grande</span> I saw pictures of all the other great-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">grandkids</span>, but Luke was not among them. I guess that's my fault not sending any and I feel really bad about it. Reflecting on this I'm going to make a better attempt at making sure all family near and far is updated on this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walchli</span> family. More picture taking and delivering is going to take place so I don't miss anyone. My immediate family members live close to us, but growing up I did not see my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, but only once a year. Now that I don't travel with my parents to visit these people yearly like I did when I was young, I am now realizing it is my responsibility to keep in touch and not rely on my parents to do it. So, with my new understanding, I'll need to get on the ball. First up: Christmas cards! One thing I did not get done last year.Tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01198269494542810698noreply@blogger.com1