tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82348102011314749152012-02-16T18:38:47.539-07:00Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-5321780975551801322011-11-23T22:40:00.000-07:002011-11-23T22:40:31.941-07:00

Harper is actually 8 months and 4 days old. These pictures were taken closer to when he was 7 months but I just haven't had the time or motivation to post on here. He is the cutest "7 month" old I know. I love him. He is getting to be so much fun. Harper now has two bottom teeth. They each came after a week of hell. I hope all of his teeth don't come that way. During his 7 month he sits up like a

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I figured I should post some Halloween pictures since Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I don't want to get too far behind. Halloween was pretty fun this year. It was fun to get dressed up as a family and even more fun to see Harper as a cute dalmatian.  Since we were given the dalmatian costume for Harper, we decided to base our costumes around that. So Jason was a fireman and I was the fire (a.k.a "

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 In the kiddie corn maze Going down the slides with Uncle Kyle and daddy  Even the biggest slide couldn't get you to crack a smile. I'm sure next year you will love them! Lovin' the hat from Grandma Vicki!  In the patch with Nana Chelle Then we arrived at the pumpkin carving party  Showing off your tricks I wanted you to get your hands dirty and play in the pumpkin guts But you just wanted

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When I was pregnant and lazy, not by choice but by necessity, I spent a lot of time blog surfing. I would get so mad at those people who never updated their blogs. I mean really... how inconsiderate (insert sarcasm). Now I am that person. Oh well, I guess that just means I have more ways to spend my time. Whether those ways are better or more fun than blogging, is yet to be determined. Although

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Some photos from Jason's 28th birthday. After his last birthday party/ pregnancy announcement we decided to keep it pretty low key this year. We had a pre-birthday bash photo shoot. My two favorite blue eyed boys.    Trying some of dad's birthday cake...   Harper is already learning if you want to be in this family you have to learn how to play cards.    Harper loves his Nana

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I have THE worst memory and I vaguely remember things from my childhood but one thing I do remember is playing "Hot La-La (Lava)" with my sisters. I'm sure as a parent it's nice when your kids get along and play well together but I'm also sure they were less than thrilled that when we played nice together we were jumping off and on furniture and screaming. The goal was to move throughout the room

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-83171613891814233542011-08-24T23:20:00.000-06:002011-08-24T23:20:40.229-06:00

I can't believe how fast this day came! Yes, I am still a Josh Groban fan. Not a FANatic though, just a normal concert going type of fan. Hailey and I bought these tickets before Harper was even born so we have both been looking forward to it for a while. After a yummy dinner at The DoDo we made our way to Energy Solutions Arena. I hardly had the car in park when Hailey was practically jumping

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-84812225262236515472011-07-27T13:35:00.000-06:002011-07-27T13:35:22.587-06:00

The last few Fridays, PJ has come over to play with baby Harper. And in the last few Fridays I've learned that I have to watch PJ at all times so he doesn't kill my baby. He's not trying to hurt him, in fact he loves him so much that he tries to feed him (by shoving a baby spoon in Harper's mouth until he gags), hold him (by stopping the swing, opening it up and trying to pick him up out of the

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-46261627436988695882011-07-27T13:13:00.000-06:002011-07-27T13:13:14.848-06:00

 First time eating rice cereal: July 20, 2011Not quite sure what to think about the first bite.    He got more on his face than in his mouth. He just looks scared in this photo. I'm sure he's thinking maybe if I put my hands in my mouth she won't feed me anymore of that crap.  By the end of the bowl I think he didn't mind it so much. It was fun to watch him chew and bite on the spoon. Since then

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Isn't he just the cutest. I mean I know every mom thinks their kid is the "cutest" but really... look at him. I don't think I'm looking through mom goggles. The four month photo shoot went a little better, with a few more smiles, because I had a helper that always puts a smile on Harper's face... his daddy. Harper has been a daddy's boy lately. Jason seems to know the right games, dances and

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Harper isn't really a smiley baby... but I don't care. When we want to we can definitely get a cheesy grin from him but in the meantime I love his many other faces.  I love those large cheeks and the way he pouts his bottom lip. So kissable!  He's a bubble blowerMmmm love that face!

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It is getting harder and harder to get a picture of this wiggly worm when he's NOT moving. He is getting to be so much fun. I was just saying to Jason the other night that it's too bad that the first 2 months have to suck so bad. I feel like I'm just now starting to enjoy being a mom.  He is changing so much! The belly aches are pretty much gone- thank heavens! He loves to do patty cake and we've

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We blessed Harper on June 5th. Jason gave an excellent blessing and we had many family and friends there to support us that day. I didn't get a chance to take any pictures of only Harper and I totally regret it. Let's face it I was a little stressed preparing a dinner for 40-50 people, but thankfully I had lots and lots of help. Our little forever family. We gave up trying to get pictures without

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The first month of Harper's life seemed to fly by... the second month not so much. It feels like he has been a part of our family for a long time. I love that he can already tell us how old he is with his fingers...  During Harper's second month of life I started working again. It was very hard to leave him. I had finally began to feel comfortable with the lifestyle change of staying home all day

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-33770742328095636502011-05-24T14:23:00.001-06:002011-05-24T14:29:23.159-06:00

Today I feel like a mom. Woke up at 6:30 fed Harper. Slept until 8:00 consoled Harper until his belly ache had passed. Slept on the couch with Harper until 10:00. Cleaned up dog puke. Fed Harper, bathed Harper, changed Harper. Put Harper in swing. Cleaned up dog puke. Checked emails and tried to do some work- the kind you actually get paid for. Cleaned up dog puke. Attempted to post Harper's two

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Having your first child brings a lot of new firsts. Some of the mentionable firsts at our house have been the first bath, the first blow out, the first sleepless night, the first time being peed on (definitely not the last), and the first time driving around in the car to get the baby to sleep. First is starting to look and sound like a really strange word. Among those firsts is another, more fun

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In pictures (because lets face it... if I don't even have time to shower every day I really shouldn't spend the time blogging and if I'm facing reality it would be a blessing to be able to shower every other day!)  Harper spent most of his first Easter being held by his Aunties. While his mom (that's me) was designated the unofficial Easter photographer.  P.J. on his second cupcake,

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This has nothing to do with this post except for the fact that I just put Harper in his crib for a nap and that's why I am able to even post this... BUUUUT every time I put him down for a nap I feel like I'm holding my breath the entire time he's sleeping, which usually isn't very long. It's been a month (well it's actually been 6 weeks but who says new moms should have to post things in a

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They say it takes 21 days to form a habit. I think I am finally in the habit of being a mom. Harper has been here for 28 days and I am just now feeling somewhat adjusted to our new lifestyle. (This is going to be a very honest post. I've gotten a lot of comments that people like that I'm honest in my writing, but I also know that some people feel like this isn't the appropriate forum for

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Harper decided to arrive 10 days before his due date... 3 days before our scheduled induction and of course, the weekend that my doctor was on vacation. The labor and delivery did not go exactly as we had anticipated. Although, thinking back, it wasn't all that bad. I think I could probably do it again if I absolutely had to. The most important thing is that he got here safe and sound, which he

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The whole weekly countdown thing obviously ended a few weeks ago.Let's face it... it is way too hard to think of the positive aspects of pregnancy during the third trimester. I'm a much more positive person now that I only have 7 days {DAYS} left! A few weeks ago my doctor told me that she could induce me for medical reasons a week early if I wanted, which moved our due date up to March 22nd. Did

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<p><span id="goog_1230260402"></span><span id="goog_1230260403"></span></p> I'll be there... will you? My mind for the past 8 months has not even ventured to think beyond March 29th, 2011 (Harper's due date). Now that he's almost here, it's nice to have something to

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-59459614098654534442011-02-02T12:52:00.001-07:002011-02-02T18:45:37.457-07:00

I am 32 weeks... for real this time. And I'm looking it too.  The good kind of "glowing" has turned into the puffy and swollen kind of "glowing". I'm pregnant everywhere, not just in my belly but also in my hips, back, feet, ankles, cheeks, and chin! If I thought I didn't have any stomach muscles before then I was sorely mistaken. There have been a few times in the last month when I literally

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I thought I was 32 weeks... turns out I'm actually 31 weeks. That was an awesome reality check. 9 "Firsts" Experienced in The Past 31 Weeks: First time having a positive pregnancy test... obviously. However, NOT the first time taking a pregnancy test. Having it show up positive was the most surreal feeling, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or both. I took the test at work and wanted to keep

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I've been thinking recently that I really need to start recording some positive things/memories/ experiences from this pregnancy. If I don't, when I look back on these 9 months I know I will only remember thinking how uncomfortable I was and how much complaining I did. I thought a count down might be appropriate since that's what I've been doing for the last... 100 days or so. I officially have

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-66233020282599286392010-12-30T09:59:00.000-07:002010-12-30T09:59:47.180-07:00

Part 3: My happy ending...  I know everyone is just on the edge of their seats waiting to here how this saga ends. Okay, the 2 people (besides Jason) that I know have read this probably are anyways... Fast forward 2 years and a few months... Jason and I set a pretty small budget for Christmas this year. We have a lot of baby things to buy in the next few months and we also wanted to buy a

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Part 2: I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye The next day came and because Jason didn't have a car, he dropped me off at work and then took my car to school with him. He didn't realize until he was pulling into a less than accommodating parking lot at WSU that his parking pass was in his car. He quickly found a parking spot at a trail head above the school and made his way to class. This

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Part 1: My final rendezvous with Oliver Jason and I had been in newly-wedded bliss for about four months and now it was his brother's turn to be the newly-wed in the family. He was getting married in Logan on an early September morning. Jason and I decided to go up early and spend a night in an undisclosed, less than 4 star and somewhat stiff-smelling hotel that fit into our

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 I couldn't resist posting a Happy Birthday wish to this growing little stud muffin! He is one of my favorite little guys! He spent some time at my house last Friday (where I let him open his birthday present early...). We played with blocks and cars, watched the original Toy Story (with Buzz- his favorite), went to McDonalds and then to see the Ogden City lights and ride the Christmas train.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-52725578197900534342010-12-02T11:22:00.000-07:002010-12-02T11:22:19.479-07:00

Sometimes I wonder if I use my blog to complain too much. If so, it's probably not going to change any time soon in the next 117 days (that's how much longer we have left until Harper bean arrives). A few days ago I was having a pity party. I called my sister to complain/vent. I was just frustrated with how uncomfortable I am becoming. It happened so quickly! It seems like within the last two

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I love ultra sound day! It just makes me happy to see my little babe moving around, still a little surreal that he's moving around inside of me. I don't know if I'll be able to grasp that fact until he actually comes out of me. He was moving A LOT today.  That's right I said he... I'm now 110% sure. I'm always amazed as I stare at the ultrasound screen that my body is capable of housing and

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-34498909055797596722010-11-04T16:28:00.001-06:002010-11-04T16:28:11.614-06:00

I have a small problem... it's called not having faith. It's a control issue with me. I feel like I have to be in control of all things at all times which means I don't really have to trust or rely on anyone else but myself. It usually works okay except for when I'm really overwhelmed and need to rely on someone else to help me. Like the few months that I had Jason handle our bills. Sorry J, I

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-48025686168214709382010-11-01T11:24:00.000-06:002010-11-01T11:24:04.080-06:00

This year for Halloween we all dressed up! Yes even baby Harper made an appearance (sort of, in a creepy kind of way). Did I just let his name slip... why yes I did! For now that's his name. And unless something crazy happens (like he turns into a she) that will probably stay his name forever. Now that is power right there! Getting to name another person. Don't worry I haven't taken

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-29958710685631448072010-10-20T16:24:00.005-06:002010-10-20T16:34:42.305-06:00

Have I mentioned I haven't actually been able to eat beef since I got pregnant. I'm talking about ground beef. You know, tacos, spaghetti, hamburgers... the easy to prepare foods. There have been a few exceptions but only if it's prepared by other people. If I prepare it there is no way I can choke it down. Just thinking about spaghetti makes me gag. Which is funny because my sister couldn't eat

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-91137126826448897272010-10-08T12:05:00.000-06:002010-10-08T12:05:53.434-06:00

As I sit here at work on this rainy morning, drinking my cup of milk with my chocolate sprinkle donut- no judging I'm pregnant (using that excuse for all it's worth) and the little guy likes 'em- that is really what I want to know. How many of you put ice in your milk?  I'm not a huge milk drinker, never have been and probably never will be. I prefer skim milk because it mostly tastes like water

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-51349442054325497662010-09-22T16:00:00.001-06:002010-09-27T08:57:14.775-06:00

Jason and I both hate seafood. Well, I think Jason would eat some seafood, like lobster and shrimp, if when he did he didn't swell up like a giant Maraschino cherry. Okay, so I don't know what actually happens to Jason when he eats crab fish but we don't have an EpiPen just lying around the house so we're not going to take our chances.  (Now I'm making myself hungry with all this food talk and

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Jason's birthday happened to be a few weeks ago and he happened to turn 27! Can you believe that... if not, his hair is a testament to his age. But I'm not opposed to the distinguished salt and pepper look. Especially now that he is going to be a daddy. Which brings me back to the whole reason for this post. We thought it would be a good excuse to get both of our families together at the same

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It has been almost a month since I've posted anything and mostly because I knew that if I posted anything I would spill my guts about this little stinker growing inside of me! Speaking of spilling my guts... boy would I like to right now! I guess I should quit complaining mostly because I asked for this. In fact, I've been asking for this for the last two years. But more recently I was really

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-77440757609639611992010-08-09T15:52:00.000-06:002010-08-09T15:52:27.172-06:00

For the first year of marriage I wished that we could re-do our wedding day. Not because I didn't love the way it turned out the first time, because we had so much fun I just wanted to re-live it over and over and over again. It was the same way with High School... in College all I wanted was to re-live the high school days. Hailey and Andrew got married last Thursday. On the way to (or maybe

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-27222550054700100282010-07-15T14:33:00.009-06:002010-07-16T15:13:08.961-06:00

90% of all my posts are derived from emails I write to J.  (And no, he is not only referred to as J on the blog, he is referred to J in everyday life around our house. It's just so much more convenient to say "J" in a long whiny sort of tone than to say Jason.) But honestly, as I'm typing him an email I start thinking this would be a good blog post. Then I start to really pay attention to my

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-54939846926914962852010-07-13T09:03:00.002-06:002010-07-13T09:05:22.890-06:00

Okay so you aren't really invited to these two events but you are invited to check out the invitations I made for them.... #1: Baby Shower invitation: #2: Wedding Shower invitation: These two events (especially the latter) are why I have lacked in the blogging aspect of my life, not to mention the housekeeping aspect. But I plan on playing catch up fairly soon. If you need

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Not much to post about around here these days. The summer weeks are flying by. And since we took our big vacation at the beginning of the summer, it feels like summer is over already. We had family pictures taken  in California before the big 50th Anniversary party. I think they turned out pretty great considering the sun shining in some people's (cough cough Jason and Kyle's) eyes and the

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coming home from vacation really bites! We had such a good time in California that it has taken me a few days to get out of vacation mode. It doesn't really help when you get home late Sunday night and have work the very next morning. But I've tried to ease myself into the adjustment. Monday after work I sat at the pool for a while, just reading my book. Neglecting my post vacation disaster of

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I said goodbye to my puppy last night. My mom and sisters watched in utter amazement as I made him give me ample puppy kisses before leaving. He rode away on my mom's lap, tail wagging with excitement, and I walked back to my house with a lump in my throat. I have a new perspective on dog sitting since our weekend from hell with she devil dog. See here for details! And I'm nervous that he's

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Drama that is. I desperately want to be one of those girls/people that blows tiny-little-insignificant things out of proportion to get what she wants. The truth is, I'm just not. Heaven knows I could borrow an ounce or two from a number of my family members (names have been omitted because of said dramatics). I have my moments when I get really mad and think of all these horrible things to say

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Dear Old Men In My Office: At what point did the manners your mother taught you get thrown out the window, down the drain, or in the trash? Was it after you got married? After your marriage turned into a work partnership? Or was it after your divorce? Well since I am the woman you see for eight hours every day please let me re-instill those manners in you before I puke. You see, I have a

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It has been brought to my attention that I need to clear up somethin about my last post. This post is for Kara Jean (per request from K.J. herself)- Even though we don't really know each other well, we have met once... at my weddin. And you were one of those people that gave us an awesome weddin gift and never got a thank you card. Sorry. So... in my last post I failed to mention your name

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Elena Loo- You just made my day! That is... you made my day last Friday and I'm just now getting around to thanking you. The truth is I didn't know if I should post this or not. But I just keep thinking about how happy it made me to get a comment from someone I don't even know. At least I don't think I know you... if I do I'm terribly terribly sorry. I know that I frequently blog surf and

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Before I begin, may I warn you that this post is not going to have the usual cynicism or sarcasm that I normally express my feelings with. Which is why this post has been so difficult for me to write and also probably won't be as funny as previous posts. Sorry if that is disappointing. But I will sacrifice my sarcastic rough shell all in the name of love... for this guy! This picture was taken,

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{My little passenger. Sawyer loves driving in the car with me wherever I go. It was really cold yesterday but I rolled the window down anyhow. I'm glad I have him to keep me company at night.}I finally decided to cook the chicken that had been sitting in my refrigerator for 2 days. It's not easy to be motivated to cook for myself. I'm perfectly content with a bowl of cereal or easy mac or just

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I have officially joined the club... the club of women who never see their husbands.You thought I was talking about a different club didn't you. The club that every other woman and their dogs are joining.Well you were wrong.Jason has begun/began (OK- scratch both of those). Jason has started night training to do work for The Census. So he goes to work from 7:00-5:00 then jets off to training from

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-10831200978005751952010-04-16T10:50:00.006-06:002010-04-16T12:13:49.436-06:00

So I have this calling. With the Young Women in our ward. And I love it. I would not want to be anywhere else in the church.But I murmur.I do. Just like those sinful characters that I can't name in the Book of Mormon. My husband is the B.O.M. buff, not I . (Yet another sin to chalk up on the board.)It's not because I don't enjoy my calling, I do. I love the girls and I love the leaders. But I

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I've caught it. Spring Fever that is. The last few days at work have been so difficult to stay motivated. It's not easy sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen all day when I know that I'm missing 8 hours of sunshine. Believing or knowing is not always seeing, because I can not see the sunshine from my desk.Not that I'm particularly fond of sunshine. The last time I spent an ample amount

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I am in disbelief, denial, protestation... whatever you want to call it- I am it.Where did this white fluffy horrid stuff come from?I can't believe that just a week or two ago I was walking my dog in flip flops. (I was in flip flops... not my dog)And now there is almost a foot of snow on the ground?Someone is playing a belated and cruel April Fools joke on us all!Speaking of dogs... my poor pup

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Our kitchen is finally done. For now.All a girl can ask for are cabinet doors and some cabinet jewelry right?Oh and a brand new oven!1. These are less than professional pictures (not sure what is up with my camera-need to check some settings I guess) of what the kitchen looked like Friday night.Taking the cabinet doors off to paint was such a spur of the moment decision (2 months ago) that I

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Note: I am writing about this for two reasons: therapy and to hopefully generate some laughs at our expense. I still do not think it's funny. I keep holding on to the fact that one day it might be.Yesterday had the potential to be a great.Potential...Preface: We are in the middle of giving our kitchen an affordable face lift. Refinishing our cabinets through Jason's work. Hardware (cabinet

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Do you wanna know how I know that "the dot" is already coming back for an encore performance?This morning I choked up twice during one episode of Reba.(my morning ritual: I listen to one, some days two, episodes of Reba while getting ready)AND... also during a Lifetime Original Movie commercial.THAT is how I know.Help me.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-40745233085263530582010-03-22T21:45:00.006-06:002010-03-23T08:39:00.097-06:00

It was fate, I think.The number of days out of the last 3 months that I have left work for lunch later than noon= maybe 2.One of those two days was last Thursday.I came home for lunch around one o'clock. My neighbor was pulling up behind me. I get out of my car and start walking to the front door. I turn and give a friendly smile to my neighbor as he walks to his front door.Then it happened... he

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My blog was spiced up... well, not so much spiced up but definitely freshened up by this talented girl.It was so easy, so fast, and so affordable.I felt like I had come to the point where I couldn't improve my blog any further on my own. I had changed my fonts, background, added a signature, and even got pretty crafty with my header and I still wanted more.If you feel the same, you should check

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Just look at THAT face!And he wonders why I want to make babies!?!?!?!Just look at THAT mischievous little grin... it looks vaguely familiar.Do you think he knows how cute he is being in this picture?Stole these pictures from his Uncle's Facebook page! Thanks!Happy Friday!More to come including lessons learned about taking your dog to the vet.But for now, me and that cute guy are putting in our 8

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This is how I am feeling today:I don't like being a grown up.I don't like having a set schedule, an 8-5 with a 1/2 hour lunch in between, 5 days a week.I don't like taxes.I especially don't like it when I owe taxes.I don't like that I haven't finished school and am currently on an indefinite hold until our finances allow me to work part time and still afford life.I don't like that my house never

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-36194516384747047742010-03-02T20:14:00.006-07:002010-03-02T21:05:21.658-07:00

"The Dot". Every girl gets it, no girl wants it.(I'm trying to be very delicate and non descriptive while writing this post. Which is probably why it's taking me so long... type...erase...type...erase, but I think I have the hang out it now.) The dot takes on a completely different meaning after you are married (or sexually active whatever the case may be), for me it was after marriage.About

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Is it not just the perfect day to be snuggled up on the couch, fire a blazing, wrapped tight in a leopard print snuggie, with a big cup o' hot cocoa?Who has that luxury?Not I.But I'm trying to make the most of it.By sitting rather slouch-ily in my desk chair...wearing clothes that can only be described as the antonym of the word comfortable...gathering some artificial warmth from my ceramic

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yesterday.... I now have 23 years under my belt. And I can't help but wonder what I have to say for myself in my 23 years on this earth. Sometimes I feel like I've accomplished ZERO items on my list of things to do. I know it's not completely true (and jason would be rolling his eyes about now), but that's just how I feel sometimes.Maybe it's just that most (not all) of the things I have

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We all know the saying "A man's best friend is his _____" (fill in the blank...rhymes with fog). But what about a girl's best friend? What is that? And why don't we have a saying? Well I'm here to argue that a girl's best friend are these: What girl doesn't just LOVE receiving some of these?!?!?! It doesn't really matter what kind (well preferably our favorite) and it doesn't really matter who

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As I have mentioned before, I work above a pediatric office, which can often times provide some excitement while I'm doing paperwork. Today is such a day. As I'm creating a flyer this morning, I hear the hustle and bustle of a mom trying to herd her 3-4 children onto the elevator. Then I see another mom, clearly on her first visit to this particular doctor's office, lost. After trying to open a

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Why is that two days ago I felt like there was nothing good in the world and today I feel like nothing could get me down...Is that normal to feel such extreme mood swings in a 2 day span?Maybe it's because I am wearing jeans today...I'm always happier when I'm wearing jeans.Yep... that's gotta be it.Postscript: I ate the apple... and it did give me a sense of comfort. Comfort in the fact that I

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-37488915715138174492010-01-13T09:34:00.004-07:002010-01-13T09:46:50.977-07:00

So after much hesitation, we began leaving Sawyer downstairs while we are at work. He has been good as far as not going to the bathroom in the house, but sometimes he gets bored of his toys and turns to other forms of entertaining himself. This is the mess I came home to the other day.A magazine shredded to pieces and a book turned chew toy (brings new meaning to dog-ear). As I walked closer to

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Today is a funk-y sort of day. You know the day when you don't want to be where you are and you can't quite figure out what you would rather be doing with your life.This would be a day that I would usually find comfort in a DP...instead I brought an apple to work with me...it's still sitting on my desk...maybe if I use my imagination it can bring me comfort too.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-85799977687246621042010-01-07T09:46:00.001-07:002010-01-07T09:47:38.918-07:00

We went to a movie...that's all I'm going to say about it.

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Was definitely an improvement from day 1. My headache didn't show up until about 4:00 pm and went away before I went to bed. Like I said who knows if these headaches are a direct result but usually when I get a splitting headache I go get a big DP and that usually helps. If not for the physical pain, it most definitely helps to relieve me from wanting to slam my head against a wall. I also

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Which was actually yesterday, but there was no time to post. NOT wonderful... got a headache around 11:00 am. Took some IBs (ibuprofen) around noon. Headache proceeded to get worse. Paid bills...ugh! Took some more IBs around 8:30 pm, went to bed at 9:30 pm. Woke up at 2:30 am and finally relief. Not sure if the headache was a direct result of not having soda. It could have been a combination of

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I am not a big fan of New Years resolutions. I get the idea, they are good to help you improve yourself. That's great, but who actually keeps their New Year resolutions? Usually by mid-February I've got my face stuck in a box of chocolates, with my DP (term of endearment for Dr. Pepper) by side, my gym clothes on... and sitting in front of the TV. So usually I don't even make any New Year

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-60124190159212804712010-01-05T13:22:00.003-07:002010-01-05T13:34:24.378-07:00

Well, J and I put our heads together to come up with a new arrangement for Sawyer while we are at work. We decided to put the gate up a few inches off the ground. Enough that he probably couldn't jump over it, but not too much so he doesn't try to go under it and end up getting his head stuck. It didn't work. I came home for lunch to check on him (since he was recently operated on) and found him

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-61328545393473648952009-12-31T08:37:00.006-07:002009-12-31T09:22:26.895-07:00

There comes a day in every puppy's life when he becomes... a dog. That day is today for Mr. Sawyer Boy. That's right, as we speak Sawyer is at the vet's office, probably getting ready for some anesthesia so that he can be neutered. What a great way to start off a new year, eh?!Puppy Sawyer- cute little fur ballDog Sawyer- still cute but not so much a fur ballSpeaking of Sawyer, he is beginning to

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-19526433951278782822009-12-28T16:21:00.016-07:002009-12-29T10:10:12.491-07:00

...was, once again, a busy one! Every year Christmas seems to come around so quickly and then fly by ten times faster. It almost takes as much effort to embrace the season as it does to prepare for the day. This year, I didn't feel like I got fully into the holiday spirit until 2 days before Christmas when we went to a Christmas concert with my family. Here we are waiting for the concert (T Minus

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-11023500269852094402009-12-22T15:55:00.005-07:002009-12-22T16:01:12.133-07:00

I really hate it when I don't have anything to do at work, but a million thousand zillion things to do at home. (I miss inventing fictitious numbers- I think I will bring that childhood pastime back into my life...starting now.) Frustrating...

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-63149284745252916482009-12-21T12:14:00.005-07:002009-12-21T12:37:48.799-07:00

Had his 1st birthday! We gathered for some present opening and cupcake eating, although by the looks of things I'm not sure if he was actually getting any of the cupcake in his mouth!Man I sure do love this little guy! And he sure does love his Uncle Jason!

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Jason and I decided to put our architecture and design skills to the test this season in a gingerbread house competition! I considered doing the Martha Stewart thing and making the gingerbread from scratch... then I came to my senses and realized there just isn't enough time in the day. Why shouldn't I take advantage of the modern conveniences that Wal-Mart offers us (pre-packaged gingerbread

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-76363870314030288482009-12-18T15:57:00.004-07:002009-12-18T16:12:26.793-07:00

So my office is above a pediatric office and yesterday I hear a mom and her little boy come in the front doors. He is obviously resisting as she tries to get him to go down the stairs. Eventually he starts saying (in an escalating tone) "You're not my mommy! You're not my mommy! You're not my mommy!" Then I can hear her embarrassingly start to chuckle and say "Oh yeah, then what am I?" I bet at

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-10094295002405117522009-12-17T14:44:00.008-07:002009-12-17T16:14:58.859-07:00

In lieu of sending out Christmas cards... I figured this would save a lot of time and money... and usually the cards I intend to send out, only end up as good intentions. I found some Christmas cards we wrote last year in my box of cards this year! So here's wishing everyone:

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I am so sick of hearing about Tiger Woods and all (what's the count up to today) 15 of his mistresses!Leave him alone! Isn't it kind of sick that we feed off of someone else's problems when really if we spent that time working on our own issues we would all probably be better off? Who's with me? If you are... leave a comment!

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Our family tradition is to get our Christmas decorations out the weekend after Thanksgiving and that is just what we did this year, with a little help from Sawyer boy! He is the best early Christmas present ever! I told Jason that we needed to have a dog or know we are having a baby by Christmas. He wasted no time in bringing Sawyer into our home! (Sometimes ultimatums aren't such a bad thing!)

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-15173798548691944192009-12-09T10:20:00.007-07:002009-12-10T12:06:40.267-07:00

You can't really tell what we are doing from this picture. My dad gave Jason some Jazz tickets for his late birthday present so on Monday night we went down to watch the Jazz beat the Spurs in an intensely close game ending. (Ok- that was the only game summarization that I could muster, and even that took a long time to think of.) THANKS DAD! That was probably the best late birthday present

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-32458224467548530922009-12-07T13:40:00.006-07:002009-12-15T11:05:03.220-07:00

Have you ever read this book? Well I am contemplating writing my own book and changing the name from Alexander to Nicole. Saturday was one of THOSE days. You know, those days when you just want to go back to bed and start over. First off, I woke up with a terrible sore throat, clogged head (clogged with snot), and a puffy face. (Don't ask why a puffy face, because I have no idea... it just was

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-67979992246209676652009-11-19T16:38:00.008-07:002009-11-20T13:59:09.850-07:00

It's been a while. My desire to blog has diminished as of recently, but I will try to do my best with a little updating. We added this little bundle of fur to our family about a month ago. Boy! Why is that you always have to learn from your own mistakes instead of listening to others! OK- saying he was a mistake is a little harsh, but it definitely is an adjustment! The first night we had him, I

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-78529397796078108892009-10-01T16:04:00.002-06:002009-10-01T16:12:17.220-06:00

Jason got the job! It's hard to believe that we both got new jobs in the last two days. Needless to say it has been an emotional week with all of the interviewing, quitting, and changes. I am so happy and proud of Jason! He will be doing something that really interests him and it will be a great opportunity for his future in architecture. Another bonus (the one I think he is most excited about)

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-78582391304549213902009-09-29T16:25:00.002-06:002009-09-29T16:53:17.527-06:00

I got a new job today and I am pretty excited about it! In two weeks I will be working with The Franklin Group Real Estate Company. I have learned a lot from working at John W. Hansen & Associates but I am happy to have a fresh start at this new job with the experience that I have gained. Also... Jason is going in for his second interview for a cabinet designer position at a place in Layton

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-6335535380145420402009-09-19T17:05:00.016-06:002009-10-19T21:40:16.445-06:00

My Husband. There are many reasons why but today it is because of these...My new bedroom curtains that I LOVE. I have been looking for new curtains for our bedroom for a while. But unfortunately I felt like I "painted" myself into a corner as far as the curtain options because we painted our bedroom a light shade of blue before we moved in. **TIP: It is EXTREMELY difficult to get the perfect

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-9355905709001534352009-09-18T14:31:00.014-06:002009-09-19T17:04:28.290-06:00

Yep! Jason is 26! I can't believe I am married to someone so old! Good thing he doesn't act like it! ;) and Yep! That is a GIANT 7 LAYER ice cream cake that I made to commemorate! That night we went to P.F. Changs (Jason's fave) with his family and then came back to our house for cake with family and some friends.Jason is a really hard person to buy presents for because whenever you ask him what

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-40842479211068999872009-08-24T23:33:00.002-06:002009-08-24T23:40:37.261-06:00

I just had to post that right now (Monday August 24th at 11:33 pm) Jason is digging through a dumpster to find our garbage bag amongst all the other garbage bags taken out tonight, looking for a receipt from the Weber State bookstore for his math book that we have had the privilege of purchasing 3 times, so that we can take it back to the book store and feel a little less raped when we pay a

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-6095446580166891292009-08-10T14:03:00.014-06:002009-08-13T15:01:16.971-06:00

Breath taking, isn't it? This is where we went camping over the weekend. We went up Friday night, ate at Pizza Hut before we headed up to the campsite, and then met up with the Taylor's. They were so awesome to invite us up and cook all of our meals! Camping is a lot better with a full belly!It was so stinkin cold when we were up there! Saturday was the worst- I pretty much stayed in the tent

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-50697995718306092382009-08-04T20:52:00.003-06:002009-08-04T21:06:16.768-06:00

Some might call it an addiction, some might call it an unnecessary purchase, but for me it is one of the small things in life that makes me happy. Buying a new purse is right up there with getting new sheets, and changing the calendar month to month. The best thing about getting new sheets is how crisp and soft they are the first time you slip into bed. The most wonderful thing about a new month

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-67399107761356840172009-07-27T13:54:00.016-06:002009-08-04T16:32:44.122-06:00

NOW- I am no outdoors-y kinda girl and Jason knew that fair and square when we got married. But I am willing to go on a small fishing or small camping trip every now and again (and by that I mean about once a year). So when J suggested that we go fishing and that he had the "perfect" spot... "right off of the road"...where it would be "fine" to wear my flip-flops, I thought what the

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-67394035173073539622009-07-09T09:08:00.007-06:002009-07-09T11:24:30.817-06:00

For as long as I can remember my family has spent the 4th of July in Bear Lake. There were a few years here and there where we didn't go because people were working or something but for the most part when I think of 4th of July I think of getting up early for the chuck-wagon breakfast in Paris, then going to the Parade, then going to the rodeo, and then doing fireworks in the field behind my Aunt

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-27282191747746795472009-07-08T10:43:00.004-06:002009-07-08T11:27:31.025-06:00

This little man is absolutely my favorite little man ever! He is getting so big and fun! In case you can't tell what his shirt says "If you want FABULOUS look at my aunt". He is referring to me, not to be confused with his other 2 aunts. Love him!

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-10135738762376298262009-07-07T15:08:00.009-06:002009-07-10T09:25:55.283-06:00

in our lives. Well it's hard to believe we are already a month into summer and almost a month away from school starting again! Here is what we have been up to lately.1. Jason got the swine flu! (Which is really just influenza A, but I like telling people he had swine flu so I can see their reactions!) So he was down and out of work for about a week. Great way to start summer, eh? I however was

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-5588674917395257862009-05-14T14:29:00.004-06:002009-05-14T15:29:41.909-06:00

So I learned a great lesson yesterday... on our BIG one year anniversary. And no this is not going to be mushy- I think J covered the whole mushy blog quota thing! JK I really appreciated the sweet post. Actually that's kind of where I learned my lesson. I woke up... It was Wednesday... I had to work...Jason had to work until 7:00... and it was our 1 year anniversary. I guess I had expectations

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-36512326883000002622009-05-12T19:05:00.003-06:002009-05-13T11:00:44.095-06:00

Anyone reading this first needs to know this post will be the first on our blog spot not posted by Nicole. This is Jason. I've thought about doing a Revenge of the Husbands Post for some time but have never taken the time to figure out how to "blog". Don't worry, this is not a husband defending other husbands for bad pictures and embarrassing stories posted for all to see and read, that'll come

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419261529086194934noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234810201131474915.post-59295853956134115532009-05-07T09:03:00.004-06:002009-05-07T09:27:45.532-06:00

So last night me and two of my sisters, Hailey and Carlie, went to an event at WSU called Cooking Up Summer or something like that. It was Hailey's birthday and we both enjoy cooking so we thought it would be fun, (I think Carlie just came along to hang out with her two super cool big sisters). Basically they had alot of vendors set up trying to sell you stuff before the show began and there was

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