tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38490192446310816662024-03-05T16:25:19.032-08:00Orland's OvertureRaising Awareness and Undertanding of Eosinophilic Disorders by Showing How it Affects Our FamilyKaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-61342178110338470142011-10-27T18:12:00.001-07:002011-10-27T18:12:49.524-07:00Oh the " talks" we have!<div><p>Had another rough night with Abinadi and Enoch. Enoch because I've learned he's a troublemaker and there is no where safe in the house that he can't figure out how to get to and he stole some Wendy's fries. Abinadi because he's having to take meds for a UTI that has ingredients he's allergic to. So after it taking awhile for me to realize that the "voices" in my head were NOT part of a dream, I realized it was Abinadi crying for Mommy to get him Mater. Yup! That's my boy! Can't sleep cuz his tummy's hurting again so he wants his Mater to play with. Needless to say after everyone in the house had been woken up, we had to have a long talk about the proper protocol for when we have tummy aches and can't sleep... and sorry but yelling for Mommy to find your favorite toy isn't one of them!</p>
<p>Then later the next day as I'm trying to convince Abinadi to drink his formula he tells me he can't cuz his tummy hurts, then he all cutely walks up to me twiddling all his fingers together and tells me in his I have an awesome secret voice, "Mommy, my tummy feels like this ( looking at his twiddling fingers) and I can HEAR it!" </p>
<p>Ok well I guess you probably had to be there to grasp the level of "cuteness" so you'll just have to trust me when I say it was adorable! :-)</p>
</div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-53771742404840108792011-10-24T21:50:00.001-07:002011-10-25T00:00:53.858-07:00Not only have you not walked a mile in my shoes, but you haven't even looked down to notice what type of shoes they are!<div><p>(Once again, those seeing this on Uriah's facebook, this is written by Kaelynn for her blog)</p>
<p>Maybe I'm crazy but I trully don't believe people have the right to judge me. We have had a terrible month and it's not getting better. <br>
And when I need to be sitting here pondering and striving hard to have the spirit with me so I can know the right decisions to make as to if my son needs a feeding tube, and when is the right time. And also what are the right accomodations to fight for for my daughter's safetey in school, and I could go on with this list of the questions we are desperately trying to receive answers to, I am instead sitting here and the only thing going through my mind are the comments that have been made and the obvious judgment people have of me. </p>
<p>And the worse part is that these people judging me have never ONCE talked to me about my life, or the real situation. They take no interest in the day to day, or what is trully going on, yet they feel the need to judge me for decisions I've made without knowing the how, why, when, where, and any other pertinent information. I'm sorry but you don't have the right to judge me. <br>
<b><i>Not only have you not walked a mile </i></b><b><i>in my shoes, but you haven't even looked down to notice what type of shoes </i></b><b><i>they are!</i></b></p>
<p>I just wish people would realize that their opinions can be hurtful, and if not being sought after, should be left unsaid...I need to let this go, I need to clear my mind and get rid of the anger and pain and frustration and hurt and contention so that I can invite the spirit back into my heart and get back to more pressing important matters. So while I want to dwell on this and resolve it, I can't. I have to let it go. I have to forgive and move forward so that my children can have my full attention. I've already wasted a day of my precious time on this stupidity, and I can't waste any more. </p>
<p>...but I will add this, just because I forgive and move forward, doesn't mean I haven't learned from this experience, and things and relationships will never be the same. <br><br></p>
</div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-8765473949496330472011-10-04T16:12:00.000-07:002011-10-04T16:16:58.067-07:00I believe...(For those reading this on Uriah's facebook, this is a reminder that this is written by Kaelynn from her blog. Sorry still haven't figured out how to disconect the two.)<strike></strike>
So one thing great about modern technology is that I have been able to find a large support group through the internet while dealing with all of these struggles. Most of these AMAZING women who have helped me survive so much are experiencing and going through the same trials I have faced and often much worse. And it is through them that I have been blessed with knowledge, support and understanding, and also insight into this crazy life of mine.<strike></strike>
Recently I have seen many of them posting about how they are loosing or have lost their faith in God, how they question "why." Why do these amazing inocent children have to suffer, how could God allow this to happen, and not be willing to take away their pain? To be honest I cannot say that these questions have never entered my mind, these confusing feelings of why, but through all of this pain and stuggling I can tell you with the upmost sincere heart that my faith has grown. That I know without a shoddow of a doubt that my Heavenly Father lives, and sent his son to earth to die for us. I feel that love every moment that I feel weak.<strike></strike>
In the "caregiver" world there is a common understanding that there are days where you will fall apart. Days where it just gets too hard and all you can do is cry. So you cry it out, and pick yourself up and move forward. What else can you do? And in those tragic moments when your world is crumbling around you and you can't fathom a way to make it through to tomorrow, I can tell you honestly, you don't magically receive peace, or suddenly feel better, actually that is the moment when you feel those seeds of doubt enter your mind and all you can do is cry unto the Lord, "WHY!!??" Why do we have to experience this? Why does there have to be so much pain? And most importantly: Why do my beautifuly innocent children have to be the ones to fight this? They don't deserve it! <strike></strike>
But just as in those moments when you feel that missery and anger and pain, that is when I have gotten down on my knees and prayed to my loving Heavenly Father. I have prayed crying my heart out to my Heavenly Father telling him my fears, my anger, my frustrations, my anxiety, and how in that moment it is just too hard for me to bare. I remember the story I heard often growing up when I man looked back on his life as footprints in the sand. He could see times where there were two sets of footprints and he asked his Savior Jesus Christ, why there were two pairs of footprints. And The Savior told him that those were times in the man's life when The Savior walked beside him. The man looking back realized that at times when his life was so difficult and he faced many trials, there was only one set of footprints. In confusion he turned and asked his Lord, why when life was so hard did you leave me? And The Savior answered, those times in your life when you faced those trials, you don't see one set of footprints because I left you, I never left you. Those are the times that I carried you through....<strike></strike>
And in those moments when I am down on my knees in utter despair, I ask my Heavenly Father and Jesus to carry me. To carry me through until I am strong enough to move forward again. I want to bare my testimony to you those prayers have ALWAYS been answered! In those moments I feel peace, I feel love, and I feel the strength of my Savior carrying me through. I can't tell you that anything miraculous happens, things don't magically get easier, trials don't go away, but somehow, when I feel all is lost, I manage to make it through. <strike></strike>
I remeber growing up and we had family friends with a special needs child. I remember my parents always saying that she had such a sweet spirit. I didn't understand it when I was younger and as I grew I remember asking my parents why these children have to suffer. The answer I received was odd to me and I am still trying to understand all aspects of it. But my parents reminded me that it is all part of Heavenly Fathers plan. The Plan of Salvation. That we came to earth to face trials and make choices in order to have the opportunitly to return to Heavenly Father. When I first heard this explanation I thought my parents were odd, as they would say: what did that have to do with the price of tea in China? But then they went on to clarify that first when Adam and Eve were sent out of the Garden of Eden, along with it came all the diseases and trials of the world. One cannot progress and grow very much without tribulation. But then I remember my mother and a few other different mothers when I was younger telling me that these special children give other people the opportunity to grow, to love and to become better people. That is why you can always feel such strong sweet spirits when you are around them. We all chose to come to earth. We all knew we would face trials and tribulations...but I can just imagine that Heavenly Father knew there was so much more in store than we could ever imagine. That the world and satan would become so stong that he would need strong spirits to help guide people through. I imagine that one day he asked these sweet spirits into a room and told them that he had some very hard work for them, work that wouldn't be fair, and work that would be painful and hard, and these AMAZING spirits volunteered to come to earth and face these trials in order to help people grow and use their free agency to have the opportunity to return to Heavenly Father. <strike></strike>
I remember Abinadi's blessing after he was born, and I remember hearing the words clearly that he would be an example to his sister and his other siblings. I remember feeling the spirit so stongly at that moment, testifying to me the truth of that statement. I assumed it meant he would be a good missionary and a strong leader, but as time has gone on and he has gotten sicker and sicker, in subsequent blessings the spirit has reminded me of that blessing and confirmed to me that I know now that this is what that blessing meant. That my beautiful little boy is such a strong sweet spirit and will face many trials and pain in his life and yet through all that pain and trials he will still be an example to his siblings. He will be and is one of those sweet spirits. <strike></strike>
I know that it is so easy to get lost in those moments of pain, fear, anxiety, and hate, to give up faith that there is a Heavenly Father who loves us and watches over us. But I want to tell you to NOT loose your faith! Life is hard, life is devestating, and there is someone there waiting to help us through it! Our Heavenly Father loves us just as strongly and intensly and unconditionally as we love our own children! That feeling you feel for your own child, is exactly what he feels for us. And just as in our own lives with our own children we cannot take away every pain, every trial and every difficult learning experience, our Heavenly Father feels the same about us. While he wants to with all his heart to make our lives perfect for us he knows we must endure. But he had to help us so he sent us his only begotten son, our Saviour Jesus Christ, and he watched him suffer and die for us so that we could return to live with him again. So no matter what sorrow we feel, our Heavenly Father knows! And not only did Our Savior take upon him our sins, but also our ailments so that he could better understand how to help us. So I ask you in these hard times to not turn away from the 2 people who trully know you and your trials. Heavenly Father Loves us and wants to be that support that we desperately need! <strike></strike>
I may never in this life truly understand why. I may never be able to stop that feeling of frustration as to why my innocent children have to suffer. But I do know that in these times of pain and tribulation my faith has grown because I have seen countless blessings and have personally felt my Heavenly Father's love, and those times when my Savior has carried me through this life! I know my savior lives and loves me and wants me to return to live with him again. I know that I may not understand why Heavenly Father cannot take away my childrens pain and disease, but I WILL NOT let satan win because of that! I will look for the blessings in my everyday life, I will strive to learn the lessons my Heavenly Father needs me to learn, and I will be the best mother I can be to these AMAZING spirits that Heavenly Father has trusted me with. Because most of all THEY deserve to have the best life possible and return to Heavenly Father again.<strike></strike>
I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen<strike><a href="http://mormon.org/?gclid=CK3N4qST0KsCFSVpgwodJGh_Uw"></a></strike>
Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-64137911077666135932011-09-12T10:47:00.001-07:002011-10-04T22:09:02.527-07:00The "Talk"<div><p>Well it's official. We finally had THE "talk" with the GI doctor. For those of you who don't know what talk I'm refering to, it's the one about getting a g-tube. Don't know what a g-tube is, it's a tube that goes directly from your child's stomach to their belly so that you can feed your child formula through the tube. It is a scary devestating topic. To realize how sick your child is...even though they seem so healthy. </p>
<p>I think the hardest part at this moment is that we are teetering on a line. If Abinadi was a little worse the doctor would be demanding that he gets a tube...if he was a little better she would think he would be fine without it. I guess the simplest way to put it that he's surviving and not thriving, so the doctor is turning the decision over to us to get our opinion on how we feel our son is doing and where we think he will be in the next two months. It gets even harder that we also need to make this decision on a time frame...within the next 2 weeks so that we can trial an ng-tube (a tube that goes from the nose to the stomach to feed through) to see if he can tolerate the feedings and if they make a differience. Then to get the tube 2 weeks later so that he can have at least 2 weeks of continuous care afterwords before the move back to Colorado. At first I didn't want to think about it, how could I even come to make a decision like this? This is life altering. I wanted the decision to be easy when we came to this point, for the doctor to tell us absolute yes or absolute no...I just really didn't want to think about it.</p>
<p>But as we stood waiting for the Tuesday night family race to start Abinadi had another brakedown. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to run, he just didn't feel good. And in that moment I broke down in tears as well. This wasn't my child, my child LOVES running, LOVES being out and doing family activities. He's not been feeling well, he's not wanting to drink his bottles and he's constantly exhauseted. I was so glad at that moment that I had sunglasses on so that no one could see my utter break down, but in that moment all I could think of was, that while yes Abinadi could continue to survive but I owe it to him to have the chance to thrive! And no matter how much I hate the thought of a tube, if that could make all the difference in his development and growth don't I owe it to him to at least try and see if it makes a difference? I'm terrified of what this will mean and the trials that will come with it, but I have the strong feeling that I owe it to my son to do everything I can to make him the healthiest he can be.</p>
</div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-57730002528952535522011-09-12T10:46:00.001-07:002011-09-12T22:12:01.609-07:00My Children AMAZE ME!I am so overwhelmingly proud and amazed by my children! To the point that I think someone should do a story on them, or recognize how amazing they are. I guess every mother wants their children to get the recognition they deserves. I just am amazed everyday by their strength. Isabelle who has worked through all her asthma issues to become an AMAZING runner. She's ran multiple 5ks, and she just ran a 1.2 mile race ALL by herself in 13.50. She's always the smallest person there yet she can run like crazy! Then there's Abinadi who LOVES to run with his big sister! He ran/walked the entire 3k the other night. And practices running with Isabelle during her running club. And often outruns some of those children. It amazes me, and it amazes everyone who sees my kids. I constantly hear comments about them and all I want to say is, "you don't know the half of it." I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling them that this tiny little boy ALSO is on a formula only diet, has asthma, AND is constantly sick with his disease from either seasonal allergies or trialing new foods that cause flares. And we are continuously fighting a delecate balance to keep enough calories in him and hydrated well enough to keep him out of the hospital...yet he is there every chance he can running and playing as happy as can be.
I guess I'm just a mother who feels that with how hard they have to work to live their lives daily and do the activities that many take for granted, I wish there was a way to recognize their accomplishments with more than my, "YOU ARE SO AWESOME!" comments and hugs. But I guess it'll have to do because few see the daily struggles to show how AMAZING these children really are! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qHqtDKDfjN-vN2MCTIHrilyC7bTkLOEY9N1H29eSqAS-C-DIfNtMmQgjhxPvxvHDG_MI-TAmJxYykFWQBeOFlLMw62YCXVUyFyc0t2K54Gv9IopVZ_9h472j0yINqfv2BKueNcxUIR8/s1600/Family+Run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qHqtDKDfjN-vN2MCTIHrilyC7bTkLOEY9N1H29eSqAS-C-DIfNtMmQgjhxPvxvHDG_MI-TAmJxYykFWQBeOFlLMw62YCXVUyFyc0t2K54Gv9IopVZ_9h472j0yINqfv2BKueNcxUIR8/s400/Family+Run.jpg" /></a></div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-10437121302237988642011-08-25T17:51:00.000-07:002011-08-27T22:54:50.770-07:00Let's Face ItSo let's face it...my life is depressing. I know that. I live it everyday. I have many days where I can't keep myself from crying because of all of it. I vent too much, yet I keep too much still hidden and it's making me crazy. I see what I tell people and I think, "No wonder people don't want to talk to me, or keep in touch." but then the other side of me thinks, "Well, better to know now who cares and who doesn't." This has been an eye opener for me to see the true colors of people, and it is always surprising.
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<br />The speakers in church last Sunday were talking about counting your blessings. (At least I think that's what they were talking about. I was having a hard time listening because of my kids) I know it's what I need to do right now, but I am struggling to appreciate the blessings through all the trials. I know they are there, I can start listing them off and have a hard time stopping. But for every blessing that I feel and know, there is another trial knocking me over. So how do I appreciate all the blessings when I'm drownding in trials?
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<br />I began this journy promising myself that I would not teach my children to hate this disease. That may be an odd thing to say, but I've met people online and all they could talk about was how much they HATE Eos. And I decided that I would never be that way. I wanted my children to have a positive outlook on life, to see all the blessings they have...yet I find myself everyday struggling not to scream out loud, "I HATE THIS DISEASE!" I hate it, I started hating it the moment I had to lay on the floor for hours one day squirting little sips of this NASTY formula into Abinadi's mouth every couple of minutes so that he wouldn't end up in the hospital again. I HATE it everytime I look into my boys' eyes and see them pining over food. I HATE it when I realize my house is a mess because I can't handle the stress of it all, and all I can think is, "well if my kids were normal, I would have it together." And I can go on and on with multiple times every day where all I feel is HATE towards this stupid disease!
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<br />It is SO HARD to appreciate the blessings when all you feel is hate. I am trying hard to keep my kids from feeling that hate. But I know they do. I can see it in their eyes when problems arise. And all I can do is tell them, "I know how you feel. I hate it too. But we gotta keep goin' and we just have to deal." So I guess I'm dealing. It may not seem like it. And it surely tonight doesn't feel like it, but letting it all out, is helping me deal. Admitting to myself my true feelings will hopefully help me move past them, and appreciate the blessings we have.
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<br />Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-55440230392026539192011-08-20T18:02:00.001-07:002011-08-25T18:40:24.947-07:00Advice I Need to Say Out Loud, Even if No One Cares to Listen.You know when you were a kid and you CONSTANTLY teased or picked on your sibling? You'd make fun of them, and often say mean things. But the moment someone else picked on them, you were the first to say that's not ok?
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<br />Well, word of advice to anyone willing to listen. It's the same issue with a chronic disease or illness. I try to see the positive side, and make jokes, just to get through the day. It's ok when I start the jokes. But when someone else comes up and starts making jokes. It's hurtful and feels as if they're dismissing all the trials we have to face. So word to the wise, don't try to make light of it with jokes like, "Well at least it makes grocery shopping easy!" or "Ahh man, I wish I didn't ever have to cook!" Unless you've lived it don't comment. Because you'll probably just end up hurting feelings, and because I would switch places with you in a heartbeat. So don't make me feel worse with the reminder that I can't.Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-5298086524315617092011-08-19T11:35:00.000-07:002011-08-25T18:34:27.835-07:00With a Chronic Disease You're Chornically ForgottenJust as the title sounds, that's how it feels. So just think of someone you know who's child or themselves that is battling something life changing, and stop and ask them how they're doing. Listen to them vent, be a shoulder to cry on, do a little service. Because I can tell you from personally experience they need it! No matter how well they look, or put together, or strong they seem. It's a daily stuggle that never ends, so please don't end the kindness.Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-63982807399259840182011-08-18T22:03:00.001-07:002011-08-19T17:04:08.573-07:00Feeling Quit Left OutYou know that pain you felt when you were a little child and got left out of a game or slumber party? Well I can tell you from personal experience, in a similar situation, even as an adult, it still hurts.
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<br />When you have food allergies, especially when you have children with food allergies you face so many situations where you are left out because you can’t have the food. It happens daily in a child’s life. It’s hard but you learn to survive because you have to. The hard part comes when you find situations where it’s just not safe to attend. People don’t realize that food gets EVERYWHERE! And how easy it is for a child to touch a toy, or a table or another child and then the food allergic child then stick their hand or that toy in their mouth and they are then sick. We are SO blessed that our children do not have anaphylactic food allergies. I thank Heavenly Father everyday for that blessing, but it still doesn’t diminish the fact that my children will get sick if they come into contact and accidentally ingest or are covered with a known food allergen. And every place we go we have to weigh the risks of whether or not it is safe enough for us to attend. I don’t feel bad about that. It’s our life, it comes with the territory.
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<br />But I’ve been having a hard few days. Uriah’s gone with the military again for the next couple weeks and I just need some socialization. You’d think I’d be all set. The ward is having a young family activity…the only problem, it’s an ice cream social. And in the safety world of food allergies, that’s a big no no for little toddlers who can’t keep their hands to themselves. I don’t have any bad feelings towards the people planning it. I’m certain the thought never entered their minds that it automatically excludes us. But the pain is still real, and it still hurts being left out.
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<br />It’s hard enough knowing how often we don’t get invited places and my only guess is because the hosts don’t feel comfortable with our situation, but to add on that we CAN’T attend something is just as hard. Why do we as Americans are not capable of having fun without food being the focal point? It’s not fair and it’s painful being the one left out….just saying.
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<br />I just wish out of all these people who know us and know our situation, someone would have thought that maybe it’d be nice to plan something everyone can do.
<br />Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-69720467171703785752011-08-18T17:37:00.000-07:002011-08-27T23:03:08.451-07:00First trial of BananasWell almost 3 months of elemental and we're now trying to find "safe" food for Abinadi to eat. (We're going to go at least another couple weeks if not more before we start reintroducing food to Enoch) We first started with Smarties candies. A food many Eos kids find safe because it's all artificial and broken down forms of food, but nevertheless Abinadi started refusing his formula instantly and we had to stop it. Then it was strait sugar to make certain he doesn't have a sugar intolerance, but he didn't like it well enough to eat enough to make a true judgement but he seems fine on small amounts of it. For those of you who don't know, you build a safe diet by taking ONE food, and only one food and trialing it for AT LEAST 2 weeks. More if you question symptoms, or some doctors expect longer for different foods or to scope between trials. The drs here in AK are VERY conservative when it comes to scoping and refuse to scope younger children, and mostly will refuse to do a scope any sooner than a year apart. I'll be curious to see what different treatment we get in CO. You must eat the food everyday for those 2 weeks, and if no symptoms YEAH! You have another safe food to eat. If symptoms arise you pull it and wait for the body to recover before starting a new trial.
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<br />So that leads us now to our first official food trial. We chose bananas because they were a food he used to love. First bites not so good. He cried that they were YUCKY, and it was obvious that he didn't remember how to chew or use his tongue, and he didn't like the texture. A common problem that arises from being entirely elemental and not using those muscles. But we continued on and with coaching from me we've been able to get 1-3 bites of banana in him daily. I want to get more than that but he just cries that he doesn't want it. He will need feeding therapy but we need to get at least some safe food for him first.
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<br />I'm afraid he's going to fail bananas though. No obvious allergy signs to bananas, but little problems have started creeping up. He's not sleeping well, he has more saliva, is coughing again and it's increasing everyday. All signs that his reflux is getting worse. But that all could just be because his body is readjusting to having food again. Or that his seasonal allergies or asthma is bothering him. All things that suggest that we have to push through and see what happens.
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<br />I hate this waiting game! I hate just waiting for the day that he starts vomiting, stops drinking and everything goes downhill. I feel like I'm a terrible person just waiting for that day, but we have to be certain. To make matters worse he's started getting violent today. You may not think that's anything but when you watch your child battle with a disease daily, you start to notice and learn there are emotional signs and symptoms that show up, and who can blame them? You'd be emotional too if you constantly felt ill.
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<br />I'm probably going to extend the 2 weeks to be certain the bananas are safe if no other symptoms arise, but I feel like my life has become a detective novel and I am obsessed with watching and looking for any clues or problems that might or are arising. It's tiring! *SIGH*
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<br />Here are my 2 elemental boys during snack time after a hard day of play. This shouldn't be ANY child's snack time. :o(
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<br />UPDATE: Bananas were a fail. It took almost 2 weeks to have diffinitive obvious symptoms to make me pull the food, and sadly even though he's been off the food for almost a week now his symptoms kept getting worse. Now I know why I was never able to pinpoint which foods caused the problems.
<br />Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-67109294914687914992011-08-18T12:27:00.000-07:002011-08-18T12:50:40.530-07:00Why I'm so Passionate About EosSo if you've read my other posts, you know that we don't have anything official. But here is why I'm passionate about Eos. Because when it comes down to it, these amazing mothers have been the BEST and sometimes the only support we've had through all of this crazyness, and with trying to get our boys healthy. And looking at things in the long term perspective the only way we will eventually find answers and better treatment options is if Eosiniphilic diseases are reasearched more and find more treatment options giving us more information. Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-78717226986405842812011-07-22T11:12:00.000-07:002011-08-18T11:54:27.757-07:00The Perfect ExampleSay you see a man coming out of the movie theater carrying an empty tub of popcorn. He's talking about the movie he just saw and you watch him throw away a movie ticket stub. What's the first thing that enter's your mind is that obviously he just got finished watching the movie he's talking about.
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<br />Yet upon closer inspection the person selling tickets doesn't remember him, neither does the ticket taker and the concessionair. He also paid in cash and didn't want a receipt (you know to save the planet and all that.) No one in the movie theater remembers him...it was just too dark. So we seem to have NO proof that he actually watched the movie. But are we pretty sure he watched the movie? Yes!
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<br />If it waddles like a duck, and quacks like a duck...it's a duck.
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<br />Now could this guy have us all fooled and he never trully watched the movie? Sure. It's possible but not likely.
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<br />So when it comes down to it there is a chance our boys don't have an Eosinophilic Disease. But if not that just leaves the probability that it's a rarer disease or a non categorized subset of the disease. Either way that still leaves us in the same spot with our 2 boys having severe non-IgE food allergies to too many foods that they cannot sustain a healthy diet. And the fact that they will not grow out of it, we can only hope to build a large enough diet of safe foods to eventually be off the formula.
<br /> Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-11537641277456760492011-07-22T11:10:00.000-07:002011-08-18T12:27:06.506-07:00The Confirmed Diagnosis or Lack There Of.We have known that our kids have food allergies before we ever left the hospital with all of them. Obviouse signs that they couldn't tolerate formula. Further testing eventually revealed that all of them had non-IgE food allergies found with patch testing. In simple terms: food allergies that effect their digestive system, not anaphylactic. With Isabelle it was simple. Found out what she was allergic to, removed those foods from her diet and viola, she was a MILLION times better within 2 months. I couldn't believe it, it was like night and day.
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<br />With Abinadi, it wasn't so simple. We removed known allergies, tried formula after formula, and he still wasn't a 100% better. So we found he had asthma and started flovent as best as you can in a baby and suddenly a lot of his vomiting stopped as well. After that point we had seen a GI, done a scope and tried another formula and he was doing better. But slowly with more and more foods intoduced and as more time passed by he got sicker and sicker again. Back to the GI do another scope and NOTHING. Signs of damage, but no obvious cause of the damage. (We later found out they only took one biopsy for each location, which only gives a 50% chance of diagnosing an eosiniphilic disease.) That is when we found out about Eosiniphilic Esophagitis and noticed that he fit the symptoms and how he responded to treatment exactly as the disease does. But we didn't have a confirmed diagnosis. So we decided to take things week by week.
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<br />By this time Abinadi was vomiting every 3 days with no obvious reason why. He was retested for food allergies and it was all inconclusive, so we cut out every questionable food and it helped...a little, before he got worse again. Every week we were pulling more foods out of his diet yet he was still so sick that we eneded up in the hospital with dehydration and failure to thrive. He was loosing weight constantly, wouldn't eat or drink, gagged on everything, vomited every 3 days to the point where he was dry heaving for hours. Couldn't sleep and a million other horrendous symptoms no child should endure.
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<br />We doing things step by step, changing reflux meds, put him on elecare and neocate, cutting out foods, tried multiple other meds, and steroids which helped but never solved the problem. Finally we got to the point where we had to do something drastic and fast. That was the decision to pull ALL food from his diet and put him on an elemental formula ONLY diet and an adult dose of nexium. It was like night and day. It took a couple months to get enough calories in him, and to find a balance between the constipation and formula causes and meds...but eventually I got to see my boy again. I can't tell you how heart reanching it was that day that I noticed that my boy was happy again. That his symptoms had resolved and I could see that twinkle in his eyes again. It still brings tears to my eyes to remember that moment. To realize that I couldn't remember how long it had been since I had seen the personallity of my little boy. I had him back. And I will EVERYTHING in my power to keep him this way. No matter what that means.
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<br />That is when we had the conversation with the GI dr about his "diagnosis, or lack there of" She finally admitted to us that in her heart of hearts, that this was what he had. An Eosinophilic Disease or a rarere sub set that hasn't been categorized in literature yet. She had no way to prove it and we can't prove it. But it fits, it makes sense, so we'll just move forward with what we know and treat him as we can.
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<br />But I journey didn't just continue here, it got worse. We started to notice all the same symptoms and problems in Enoch that we saw with Abinadi. Actually at an even worse and faster rate. So we tried many of the same things and finally got to the point where it only made sense to go to a formula only diet with him as well. He hasn't been scoped at all yet. The drs didn't feel comfortable scoping on a child so young especially when even after a scope they didn't think that no matter what the results if it would change how they treated him. So we're taking it day by day and hoping someday we'll have "official" answers or diagnosis, but if not, that's ok. We'll still do what ever is needed to keep our boys healthy.Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-62045411480371566462010-11-05T22:09:00.001-07:002010-11-05T22:49:31.365-07:00Halloween 2010Ok, the reason why I haven't been updating this blog is because either I spend all day trying to upload pictures and it never does, or I spend hours and it won't publish, or like now it's doing funcky stuff so I have no idea which pictures are which and can't comment on them or arrange them. In other words I spend lots of hours on it and it never works, so I get frustrated and don't try. SO sorry!<br />But here is a quick summary of our Halloween since I can't seem to narate each photo... <br />Isabelle wanted to be a witch, when I asked her why she told me it was because she wanted to laugh like this, "(use your imagination and insert your cutest witches cackle here.)" Ha Ha Ha Haaaaa!<br />Abinadi wanted to cackle and do magic like Isabelle, so he got to be a wizard. You have to pay attention to the hat to see that he was the Scorcerer's Apprentice from Fantasia.<br />Enoch was a ghost with a cute hat that said Boo but sadly I didn't get any pictures because he was either bundled up or in the carier. But my adorable little baby boy is growing SO Fast! He is interested in everything, he is definitely our child. Hee Hee!<br />I love how adorable my children are! <br /><br />Once again I am sorry that my computer or my blog never work well enough to post anything...We love and miss you all! Oh and this first picture is Abinadi fiting into his Halloween costume from last year. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQQVucid1SnbmGJzMasx0G26B4d4r7ZGkTj-NABDvoCZEZsQn4yXfEK_UdhCABui2DJO-4LYeKzaQ62XFV3eFfZOcHlWczUdwWREZUApHzSsgkAo-VXinMGxKrFGtRV-q5Xw2Gt0g19I/s400/Halloween+2059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536300479081014626" /></a>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-10603634645052884102010-09-10T14:53:00.000-07:002010-09-10T14:54:54.087-07:00My cute kids...<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467354d7a51304e6a453d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467354d7a51304e6a453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">This <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/" target="_blank">photo collage</a> created with Smilebox</td></tr></table>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-48025004952138290572010-08-03T11:25:00.000-07:002010-08-16T13:28:20.059-07:00EnochI haven't had much time or energy...but I wanted to share photos!<br />This is a smilebox, click it and it should still work. <br />It's messed up my entire blog so it won't stay on here long...Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-91714764317840892082010-07-12T16:17:00.000-07:002010-07-12T16:28:13.798-07:00Enoch Lehi Orland<div><div><div>Presenting: Enoch Lehi Orland, born Thursday July 8th 2010 at 2:30pm. 8lbs, 4oz and 21 inches long. We're all home and doing well. Isabelle and Abinadi love their brother and I have to keep them from attacking him with kisses. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493164922613010674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_DUKT-e5yAGs6a-o41TbN-Gv3I5Itl76Z0MTXQuzQeme7YJHYm8K14YQX8jSiC4klnJjc9w5RUyLZpG282tcqrETlIfcKMscnHVuT8UrGuCgJqTdJSWpThRzRKdkKOLbmFNzZoTHECk/s400/Enoch+Birth+009.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493164915858732594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZpe_userZtewnf63gXitQEa8fqqImWXmq7WXB9ZuTxojE4H4HKM1PRZpTg8VV2dgXUzVDYdn8ieeEi2BVZ2SA4OGcc5b91-K26rigHZ_Ra1RHWyk1i-AsYDhzzGFgq4r0ZGhvz3zkzU/s400/Enoch+Birth+004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493164907952659314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXfwFIhaz1EXUYQS24vAUNIdTM4TWDvSfqAIsuO6ylzQJ-nwNfT5CejExvRULD7MJWPrv2krhtfCII-be6lpq72LD_j-ECEEveBuBBbA2DJHYhKf_GGBockElb9ELh1h7gTuH1KFrCGs/s400/Enoch+Birth+010.jpg" border="0" />Keep watching, more to come...Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-45338986987443981222010-07-06T13:33:00.000-07:002010-07-06T14:36:24.092-07:00Attempts #2,026-27I have learned from this first adventure that when I see the sign saying "snowmobile" trail, and a different trail marked for people to speak up and ask Uriah, "why aren't we taking the person trail?" :o) It was a lot of fun but there was mud everywhere, and often no way around so we had to go through it. Isabelle and I almost lost our shoes a few times. Hee Hee. I did ask Uriah why we took this trail and he said it was the trail they took on their winter hike...when it was covered in 3-5 feet of snow. So no mud or streams to trample through. Next time I think we'll stick to the people trail. :o)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490895799555302450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGu0zz_w02b-UpGRfNB5NscVViqd2X0-YUka9AxDVScnMNV1NnEZlgCEGTPW_-TvTMk_soRp6W3wZwuZEA1v1QiGW3lB5FrJinmI4DIsjXenlAaLjTjbldlI7gYY6nTLbpIdT0_HYW3I/s400/blog+1315.jpg" border="0" />If we weren't walking through the mud, it was through tall grass and weeds as tall as Isabelle. If you look in her hand you'll see a ton of wildflowers that were too aften saved from falling and getting muddy before she was. I'm really glad I didn't let her pick flowers till the end of the hike.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490895787791238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvqWFL1MA6lhmPbEwkbWVPCahdT4VaT-LRihSrAlIVus34QcBVUyR3SmLC3WItX83EU1t4evV9nrYyzB89BqlSsNf7BexNUbvuWt31byKOO6T6iE-kgwVmYUHbU-wzQEdmqdt2lfdz8w/s400/blog+1312.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Isabelle didn't like almost loosing her shoes, but she loved that she got to finally "play" in the mud and streams. I'm not a big fan of mud and dirt all over kids, so she was loving it because it really never happens. Abinadi was somewhat bored with this hike, I think it was because we were so focused on not falling that we didn't speak to him much at all. Or let him our of the back pack once. Poor kiddo. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490895797106524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzYXbIXo-0EgGw-46ie-WdLkwdHurjYGKHuo9bTcAif5xOe-T1wUl3dOD6TvumezJhrhV65kQKuyvpP14MbG-dIj2Jy3kZejBdfZ85E48qhlBgjvepU0tSb6XQm484vzYMGkWYwjpuYw/s400/blog+1313.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> She really is such a beautiful child!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490895778694858002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguruE-3pldtE-Tp6lGyq3VXxIjmuXXlPAEbutoesm9CZ_qdCRNLnMDTNTBwxi9z6ya9x1fDwQblwfZ5ZQc-AJMvp6JgwBUCmuf3MLCmEZYWWzWN1LVE8LiqsvWw5I70Gg2i0IWuknH4C4/s400/blog+1309.2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>These of course the flowers she proudly saved!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897620014601970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0_RL2g0gSx9jz8jU52w6ILIl-1c4c_zgBHKOUnI-z7ZObC4zsqlxy8TVPRAmmxI0TY8zekQNd1GoRkzpZfxuBhzPAhpQCzxiD1oBiYU56DniIANMh8_OmRjWQT1V4D6g-Y3Gna7gScY/s400/blog+1317.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>This is our second Adventure.</strong> We went to Flattop Mtn. We didn't hike all the way up, they have some gorgeous trails all along the bottom half of the mountain, great for families.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897636060116706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp07u053BLJtdxyzqXdhl9PM4eBDdDW4VkLY5PpF8Vi5qLi3rh5fT5jgkwSkoG1K257R1KM52Bwjlen28sXE1RbvHyPQ85r2cgkNVQXS6Bf5wGsYIFhlLOp6-MVgX_uSwF7693LnC2IUA/s400/blog+1323.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897649247719314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTUztrTpCr8xi_siWirg21NARVPhq5JdbHNwveHeEs8vFtaI21QGKlU2g9MBCVz8uad67sY77A4yV2p0XzQTyE__KwdLF-bhPm9GsO-pnmxKJKaQvfXsdf2uAJ4ofSdiPL0o3mvW1UYI/s400/blog+1328.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>We spent the week before making binoculars, a bug jar, collection bags, and an explorer book with a map and ideas and things to look for. The book also has space to add all their photos and things they collected and space to draw everything. This whole trip was about being explorers and noticing nature. In some ways it made the hike much more enjoyable for the kids, in another way I was going nuts with Isabelle fussing the whole way about "when are we going to catch a bug?!" Lesson learned: Don't do a bug jar unless you're willing to sit there forever and stop a million times. LOL!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897654625199218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyBB799J6mGCr15_cKG82rH5ALNa3N-m9yvpatgmSMwA4krTgtNd5v1gE72HBk3prJgMauCnVOS_3Oa9hKw11qvtMvjph87tUOo979MW2gb9iF4RZh2cONVdopOaVIBhduNHRiN0d6GA/s400/blog+1329.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899415994984386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMRad_PrYUFvOxgqyulw5iDQ7IPPB0XKMUGwnBEzfLCefZnMgjD7qfoCz7576mXs08yAeb8EM9la83cC5o6jUp3mZH3_tKMeJJId-RfeSMy0Zj4WYWVNZAkLH3PnoE8Q2mknIhjHxW3I/s400/blog+1337.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>End of June and we found a few snow patches still around. Isabelle loved it and we had to hike way off the trail so she could touch the snow. It was adorable. But I wouldn't suggest it in the future because they are breeding grounds for mosquitos. There were so many they stopped caring that we were wearing bug spray, needless to say we took our picture and rushed out of there. :o)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897664048138674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-9QJ0TUGXWAE5ookNj0l3wufXowsnZVEFwoCTHkdgyXWB-dFBUpjko6GgGH5BNicyK0W8V17lLyauvoq6sc9SBWvUIcJK0h9nTll4UujtRcLhBItQN-aBBIvH2GP59VcIcD5m3HfahQ/s400/blog+1334.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899437183101586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EkJ2TkguQQRq_Y8DT1VC-_YQjjAgl7SWqruOiYBqbVxwjlM_nbNx_k6XyBE0aHhdi9W9lQj8mgaGVC5DbxZoaVdRiaz0sCwaTGTpB6m5PBR0tbHLEC2JBiU0PDSdw1s_foovNoLBnGg/s400/blog+1341.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Abinadi wanted to explore too. Thank goodness for his monkey! (Leash) it gives some good needed freedom for exploration without me stressing about him running off a cliff. Oh and this was me at 39 weeks. All this hiking and still no baby!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899429331799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGBWg2A79UJpxvn6fUqSG5cRcFFyqBpy_cG-iqYcM56RpyAtNPj-YlcqExAwt8GfnXNuUTG745gTYvJkKuXEGg172j7-vFpTpHsnHGhGlK8Ub1EoDlUYhejC7rRuG0iMjDK3E2XgskxU/s400/blog+1338.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Family photo:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899440647235858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVbXRj7frp91ZYPxXIsN7OlDcAd0lKRmWLdHc0TwG8B361N_lrEtrP7O2VYS85Rj4nAKnb9MRQEvlvx6nGZYp1qTOus0Dmtns9gG7D3CjB9n2uX38y5JDl_RpBFbT02r880g3L0UMis0/s400/blog+1342.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>So those are a couple of the adventures we've been on lately. We're enjoying nature and family time. Isabelle and Abinadi do well with hiking, I'm excited when the next one comes so we can go on some bigger hikes. :o)</div><div> </div><div>Oh and I just had to add this photo below. This is Abinadi doing his favorite past time during any meal. Cute huh? (And a little frustrating but still incredibly adorable.)</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899453463230434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LdvWjpA9MV78WGYsWtHNhUOR_e5e7BnJmI4O2zr8ibm3O2IKat4DcfKPk3rCIk7gcWDUvTLoRW2Tf2yNSJ6d_QIwL4PZcfYxLz6BRMvdz6gPegZE-KnO-Kvw1tvQle5HoA4Rvq87Fqc/s400/blog+1346.jpg" border="0" />Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-31925481192107101122010-06-03T07:53:00.000-07:002010-06-03T12:10:27.619-07:00Just a little of what's happened here...I know I've been aweful at keeping up this blog...I'm just working on surviving pregnancy with my house and family intact! :o)<br /><div><div><div><div>But I figured I'd at least through in a couple pictures so you can see we're still alive.</div><div>The kids were really quiet one morning and we found them playing in their Daddy's boots, aren't they cute?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478562639404866290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXu9hYzTF-OK84XbQZroa7jdtNRgrnOdGrOeRHyBzGzzg7bv3cPmhidUCcjGCHK5vPVbzo-ktHSamX5WLr0K74Q7ZETgufCk-_Fp-kuzEag_dBiMW2nTl6gGbZKHYzEXkPeSb0H4Q7MMc/s400/blog+1287.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478562646580662658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHUTCUrL3qm73Gy-L-0i84yWab5P_k5BirW28ScBymtr_Yo4UhOaI-kfxHWRPO7BDkw1YAyir3q2wS95nN0LnXOWxZUAUlKjtksyCUCRIv1DwCkIX0QmivodQu13Fw1KjOy7RZNiVl-Q/s400/blog+1290.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>My video clips never work on this so I made a smile box of the videos:</p><p><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5463784d446b324d7a633d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage: " src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5463784d446b324d7a633d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Personalize your own picture collage</td></tr></table></p><p>Isabelle graduated from Joy School (You graduate every year)! It was a great experience and Isabelle and I learned a lot! I would suggest this program to anyone! My only advice, make certain that you do it with mothers you get along with and have the same goals and wants for the kids as you do. (ex: not just wanting a place to send their kid three hours a day twice a week!) It made the program hard when the Moms were causing drama and unwilling to compromise when situations came up... Oh well, it's over and done with and now we move onto next year with mothers and kids that I think it will be GREAT!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478562654614950738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVaZwZ2VS5zvX_mmXgAWSr3tf8Jahz8Lp3-mHhZNQB4urU5iVoPs3ZJpyu8aRHQF1DSVGuzICuRs2vgGogrVKqU-j4LYfkuSqWJimuwD_8UxJlX0HrYXilbEgW4v3oqGa-xDPOPoQ3dU/s400/blog+1296.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478562665234617186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfj5XcnescesOaLM98qnAfUs-K9mL5t4U211u032Ni1TBAEoYaZByfhqKXCrxlO8mkE7GxmjAhAPNKWnTcbS0dpAFQSM8ClQjrtKeYdddFhFoUS5HU3cEMdX3l_8lv39vgcyo3qUPooPw/s400/blog+1299.jpg" border="0" /></p>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-40582718404767355162010-04-26T11:35:00.001-07:002010-04-26T21:23:08.267-07:00Isabelle's Birthday CelebrationsIsabelle is finally 4!!! And let me tell you she is SO EXCITED about it. We had a party to celebrate. I was very proud of ourselves because the entire party only cost $25, and that doesn't include the fact that we have a ton of forks, plates, and craft items left over for future use. So Yeah!!! It was a Dress Up Party, originally was supposed to be a Princess party but she has too many guy friends so it evolved. :o)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518694060713874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BIQ_u6m_hdvjtyK_okXdBhGyrctwVRyDvWm_Zy5R5p4wTT9OpT0a2r5PHIb3dYUkgTSYDmLRnD8f2F1TLEtA5zxJ8iRwLD3HM0H7rHLcUVlZNstu-6wrQbrBsh2dDIhdSH5U44ihS5Q/s400/blog+1239.2.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518682174171458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FwNDjU24uZ42z6FfAvfbFqAQEUn8y-GkYNpNMfLl-sU7MAs9S53va6GVPrA_7Xv2PqH-JW3fQ0Wxyo-q4FJP2T_hzexz1CK_u5w-e6wWDu7ib6DrtWJuuK4sdg4fvsRCdhiSW1eJmT0/s400/blog+1239.jpg" border="0" />The fun thing about a dress up party is that they use their imagination without me having to plan a game. These kids were locked in the tower by an evil queen, and Super Man was coming to unlock the door and save them!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518710159800626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvAmotSb09zx87zpXeQ-6LsiIDBRzuAvVv2PgQT-exbEtn8RF_PtSN0uh5LylP778cO_v2o3DXV24tVM3fid8xQUOuBGp4aC7DOzXwvsGwnq1Sx7SX-msW4aBv6VUbTFDZUSslFn8Ynw/s400/blog+1242.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div>My kids love Balloons!!!! We had a meltdown when they came home because Abinadi couldn't figure out how to take one balloon so he could play with it. Wonderfully Isabelle was in a sharing mood and choose to cut a balloon off so Abinadi could have one. I was so proud of her at that moment! Abinadi would just stand their and look up at the balloons. Then he got stuck, hee hee, and of course I'm the mean Mom that made him wait to be untangled so that I could get some good pics...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518701894359826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcUmM9PpVm0ZAAkPZEcWgFQTUKgVE_gsZDMuFIL_zjhv66mYMYx-P449Lx1B_v5f7i5ze_C3F53TrD0OmdFqPPBxa7mzODFfFHyuZvKBoEuCl2JjEvwrfXMc7KU5TrOzIaipsmvEOfUo/s400/blog+1246.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520427715089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhen4hXo1BrTPVvf1EC5J_ZTQ5R7x62xw4_uzAod5iDNFNRDDpC9qd9tnGenKGR4Lm4kfroF7CBErS69tRJ8d21JtChBBT30gj_J2UmsmGUwQCH4L3UkuwUsSuxUd2WFbyQy-5PP4k5Xbc/s400/blog+1255.jpg" border="0" /> <div>One of our games was playing with balloons, they were supposed to have a contest to see who could keep it in the air longest, but they had more fun playing balloon fights, and shooting the balloons across the room. It was a lot of fun to watch them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520421892096322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkS3-QthRLXUH4FvVx7TofRFhJskBoYdiQA_DTQBqg7dlBl4a_unYS-PWz39QiRjycWARbxehVEOhOubqT2FCmZQVsGNu4Ia_5e1HlbsUp2xhU08pI8sfahd-ZKRM2J8CHi2HxMdyigis/s400/blog+1251.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520416780451570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9ni6PutLxViK0zdr2lOx_tm4gdo7XIdnIuWNsut_oNik0FMslqQNDjoxYqZsrxxtYNPVSs22WbofFqdemmex4eJnrJ_eWy2QTTAojb9OHBgG_QNxRgEQii28JeMzlwKLFutd4_uCkiw/s400/blog+1254.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518723301141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio18e_uu9YsNf1Tr2E4AOVJ41WxHSBvdS68jqKvQeYInbkrGy8keos2TzkbtMMWxRHlY2wCF0oDsT9H9IFwIE8uNKOGot25v534XppMONZtfcTPHLIbpX4UnoTguzYN1QvosI0hPyNHGI/s400/blog+1270.jpg" border="0" />Isabelle got a lot of wonderful princess presents from her friends! It was so nice of them because I make it a point to tell guests that gifts aren't needed (I don't believe gifts should be what a birthday or party should be about), but they were all the sweetest friends and brought presents anyways. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520396167433234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRj-sJCNniKexlPnPh-1Of9ePdW0CYcQEEJFLiuj-2r8iLAWkIPnw7XArqdcdVXlRWO_8I67pEB05rmioJe8EMkM4dUEK0qaGcyIDIsHCEB6dKk2mxIuj4Ef4RpG_tlPnfzGMPPf8Ngio/s400/blog+1279.jpg" border="0" /> We also made masks (of course since it was a dress up party) this is Isabelle showing of her great mask. Abinadi wanted to show off like Isabelle, he didn't have a mask, but he rarely smiles for a picture so I couldn't pass it up!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520407396539762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlsKaqNgM_2LsTQowHCUWbk6eXTyBj_svNrpFPYOe82EqOQOGy24SWBA4fv-EeuGdPgOH9qo0msYT2CWd0fOtmIgX2Y_jgRA7zM8tDqEzdnBtER_54WviDFB5O1MaQYJo8YB-yvQuNGg/s400/blog+1280.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFODJ06y3f4zf1DbwbupeRXEUhgtHtyYzhtOTWIEeSkA_kQagtgbR5onm4N154EKLHBwxT6Y0rP5fi4AC2sAfwueqD14QMoVhzEO65BvXzhc0vmovBIe6lb1mbtXMENwYLiISZnbm-W0/s1600/blog+1204.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528958146826674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFODJ06y3f4zf1DbwbupeRXEUhgtHtyYzhtOTWIEeSkA_kQagtgbR5onm4N154EKLHBwxT6Y0rP5fi4AC2sAfwueqD14QMoVhzEO65BvXzhc0vmovBIe6lb1mbtXMENwYLiISZnbm-W0/s200/blog+1204.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Isabelle told me that Abinadi was eating crums from the cake and I assumed she meant just off the table, I walked in to find that the "crumbs" was actually a BITE out of the cake.<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimO23PW6GRVJ0RCbWRgMnl8tZLZg8pixQ4Z9vy7LRidGolSimEG8NMOVQGDhX8xXo55ktdG7Zqshl3l81zwOeu2WQTJQsQrxz6YEpDRFzTTYYL4hIX5J7UPPAVte1mIx6FjpHFwoWQoH0/s1600/blog+1202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528966667559410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimO23PW6GRVJ0RCbWRgMnl8tZLZg8pixQ4Z9vy7LRidGolSimEG8NMOVQGDhX8xXo55ktdG7Zqshl3l81zwOeu2WQTJQsQrxz6YEpDRFzTTYYL4hIX5J7UPPAVte1mIx6FjpHFwoWQoH0/s200/blog+1202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I loudly called Abinadi's full name and he proceeded to walk out and put himself in time out, which of course he didn't like. But it was adorable!<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBb19U5yRMnljskKH_fYgqwh0NNErac0kuwHeMyPZ01XjJ58M_eHvqR13OGGRvLmeUij-uYiyUUWwhQHsGVVVWMhVGXEMffbq6S-sATzjwOG2JIk6lHHAqjBMnUAxqteDDW24i20YPQEM/s1600/blog+1220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528935375745362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBb19U5yRMnljskKH_fYgqwh0NNErac0kuwHeMyPZ01XjJ58M_eHvqR13OGGRvLmeUij-uYiyUUWwhQHsGVVVWMhVGXEMffbq6S-sATzjwOG2JIk6lHHAqjBMnUAxqteDDW24i20YPQEM/s200/blog+1220.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br />We called the cake her fairytale cottage so that it could be for whichever character she chose for the day. She called it her Cinderella Cottage. :o) I was quite proud of this cake! It came out so much better than her last bday cake!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgky78qzQXjtUgjSqqYRIZmFiGe0nprgb_CeDlCDw7uAA9UEeZJZhhybMqR2b51kjL9nk63JxgN-hA8XFZnYpALmAfo4aha1857JC7bJRZZHGu7opywGaLHaIJky98twHE-k0knLqrQ54E/s1600/blog+1236.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528949239941506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgky78qzQXjtUgjSqqYRIZmFiGe0nprgb_CeDlCDw7uAA9UEeZJZhhybMqR2b51kjL9nk63JxgN-hA8XFZnYpALmAfo4aha1857JC7bJRZZHGu7opywGaLHaIJky98twHE-k0knLqrQ54E/s200/blog+1236.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jz52nF990cLJtPCYmT1zxFqERQhVs3t5hO9gyZHC-mkcP2JJwF1_S8E_aZMDjkHCClS-yhh-GiGoftkvAakrSkC5YITVPAfFrxOkGWTDD-fumJGTbtl93QI2Ug_auy0Pd5isMZCP7hY/s1600/blog+1228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464528944165188770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jz52nF990cLJtPCYmT1zxFqERQhVs3t5hO9gyZHC-mkcP2JJwF1_S8E_aZMDjkHCClS-yhh-GiGoftkvAakrSkC5YITVPAfFrxOkGWTDD-fumJGTbtl93QI2Ug_auy0Pd5isMZCP7hY/s200/blog+1228.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-86586922885099623172010-04-05T15:21:00.000-07:002010-04-05T16:11:33.143-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Easter Celebrations</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Of course you have to get dressed up for pictures on Easter, even if it is General Conference and all you are doing is having a quiet day at home! Our day was filled with coloring Easter Eggs, hiding and finding them, and enjoying our new trinkets, all in between conference.</span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtY5DgHNT0XQMden37aMX3Eo-AaF0Eo2fCWaxq_FzStuc2_pC1zDmUglbaG12TmoD1OzzKmywLlFjt55Jsz89N7GD8NX3RgkIBuxZMXsS8rjNXS7evgMegAyhwmhyraxActZXRZLPfctg/s1600/blog+1174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456785977014696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtY5DgHNT0XQMden37aMX3Eo-AaF0Eo2fCWaxq_FzStuc2_pC1zDmUglbaG12TmoD1OzzKmywLlFjt55Jsz89N7GD8NX3RgkIBuxZMXsS8rjNXS7evgMegAyhwmhyraxActZXRZLPfctg/s400/blog+1174.jpg" border="0" /></a> I believe this is the first and only picture we have where both kids are smiling naturally! Aren't they just Adorable! I just LOVE this picture!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2x9AlMYdROFENnNDOXTnnPSj4gpIGTQNY3mJCL9Q6VstOV0VvVXL2gCbnXFa8aRFrfmIF45CiLJNb7b35yT-x5OCKczpy33fs5lUclN4rJQXM4eXJfoNW5QHqPcNQLF1rkSFW3Jnz1w/s1600/blog+1168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456785970336646354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2x9AlMYdROFENnNDOXTnnPSj4gpIGTQNY3mJCL9Q6VstOV0VvVXL2gCbnXFa8aRFrfmIF45CiLJNb7b35yT-x5OCKczpy33fs5lUclN4rJQXM4eXJfoNW5QHqPcNQLF1rkSFW3Jnz1w/s400/blog+1168.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another cute picture! It is so difficult to get Isabelle to not have a goofy look on her face, and for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Abinadi</span> to have anything but a blank look on his. There is no denying that they are turning into two amazingly wonderful kids!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrYIrNA2fcx_yruxYpTRfISsmSswDMBy1uqRUBV-_AB5lHBaNMTzxvQjjMMAHlciWMBWeo7fhQpVzeXScXEc-0TddkHN3EcrtbGuRct01Xtu4DvB3WdfIhe6A_H8zHuEsHlJFSADLYl8/s1600/blog+1166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456785961337144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrYIrNA2fcx_yruxYpTRfISsmSswDMBy1uqRUBV-_AB5lHBaNMTzxvQjjMMAHlciWMBWeo7fhQpVzeXScXEc-0TddkHN3EcrtbGuRct01Xtu4DvB3WdfIhe6A_H8zHuEsHlJFSADLYl8/s400/blog+1166.jpg" border="0" /></a> My little photographer!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisANtjeGRPQJ8qW6NTfZdJv3upkO7l2hi8ifhRZlyCceDibYXEFs-CHtuzhC6G244Xopvx3lcPGMDOFPgwtX2Dv92uCrkJ-cs-BdehtHXqy3lHBQDmvIHgdBUl4ukDnglkRlr9z2Zri6E/s1600/blog+1134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456785955187120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisANtjeGRPQJ8qW6NTfZdJv3upkO7l2hi8ifhRZlyCceDibYXEFs-CHtuzhC6G244Xopvx3lcPGMDOFPgwtX2Dv92uCrkJ-cs-BdehtHXqy3lHBQDmvIHgdBUl4ukDnglkRlr9z2Zri6E/s400/blog+1134.jpg" border="0" /></a> We found the Easter Bunny!</div><div> I am going to have to make Uriah relinquish his photographing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">privileges</span>, I found he didn't take many pictures because he was waiting for them to hold still, or look nice, instead of just taking a million so that a few come out good. I'm certain you other mothers out there know what I mean when I say that kids never hold still for the perfect picture! I'm just giving you a hard time Uriah. ;o) I love you!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksQdSbMrvfyqoPQzfZwvX9cnFY6qy6WgvBnFevRqWq8FkYZ-0_5EfLBAI9VxQcAaebK4aPhbJz4mtHqk_rnaXoMIUE0u0SLxsqLhIbr3dUgiUoN3vj_E90KltvDp5I7IbIrLiIiGxeJM/s1600/blog+1164.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456783936087959378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksQdSbMrvfyqoPQzfZwvX9cnFY6qy6WgvBnFevRqWq8FkYZ-0_5EfLBAI9VxQcAaebK4aPhbJz4mtHqk_rnaXoMIUE0u0SLxsqLhIbr3dUgiUoN3vj_E90KltvDp5I7IbIrLiIiGxeJM/s200/blog+1164.jpg" border="0" /></a> I made this Easter cake for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">YM</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">YW</span> desert auction fundraiser. I am still working on figuring out how to cover a cake with fondant. The whole design ended up this way to cover the flaws I had. But I'm learning that sometimes covering the flaws can turn into a beautiful cake. One day I'll figure out how to do whats planned, it's nice in Alaska though. Everyone and their dog I knew in Colorado could decorate cakes, so it was never anything special or it would end up a competition instead of enjoying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">everyone's</span> efforts, here everyone is shocked that this is even possible so I never hear <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456783923167660466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0r_cFfBrMXi8ssppP1UVfzmHH7lSwJUoYtcoOg29_5byf6yILXjLP5kAwgHvp_1aFZ4ale4loefzfrAO9ESfwDlM_F1_9X4ZZ-24Cff6JGxieBafmz_Pai68HQRlFuMDoZy6MWGQdcg/s200/blog+1155.jpg" border="0" />comments of "I can do that better" or "did you see the cake so and so made? It's much fancier than yours." I'm not trying to say I'm better than anyone, or that I don't want anyone else to make cakes either. I'm just trying to say that it's nice that it's not a competition up here. I'm not big on competing over talents I just enjoy doing and improving on and wish everyone was the same way. </div><div> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456783929755321826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s200/blog+1162.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>I'm working on a couple smile boxes of pictures of this kids, so keep watching, I hope to have them finished soon.</div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We love and miss you all, and hope you all had a wonderful Easter!</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"></a> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULP3dVlYVxJ7JQ-0_QHmyArd4bR-e_E_gueEF0MacjvweyA-EoZNkFXXOlI98oggoZcIQ_0ow5wX-Zz2wrXqevjtL8RcAwBw_IW3NBNW5vit2Uu3mS8OYJvRURfjIeZ3WS-REBgs44_0/s1600/blog+1162.jpg"></a> </div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div></div></div></div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-78100114059309253162010-03-18T15:40:00.000-07:002010-03-18T16:05:48.965-07:00WOW<strong><span style="color:#990000;">Sometimes blessings come in disguise...sometimes, as a SMACK in the face!</span></strong><br /><br />If you've read my earlier posts you know that Abinadi cannot have regular meats, so we've been making the change, and buying a lot of turkey, and used up the last of our moose. <strong>We realized we needed to find another source of moose and started asking around at church, no one had much left so we figured we needed to figure something out.</strong> (If you remember from before we're on the list to help take care of moose when hit by cars and when you do so, you get to keep the meat. But it's hit or miss when they need you, and who's turn it is.)<br /><br /><strong>Well monday after talking to everyone we get a call. There was a moose up in Eagle River and it was our wards turn to take care of it. WOW, we couldn't believe it! <span style="color:#990000;">Heavenly Father knew we needed meat for Abinadi and he was providing for us. We were so greatful for the blessing...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>...But the story get's better!</strong></span> With most of these situations the moose is hit by a car (I know, roadkill, I try not to think about it!) well we found out this one wasn't. <strong>Oddly enough the moose was climbing down a mountain like many moose do everyday, and it fell and broke two of it's legs. So it was lame up on the mountain for two days before it was found. WOW, and yet the story gets even better. A neighborhood dog went missing for those two days, and it was found with the moose pretecting it from birds and other wild animals.</strong> I know, crazy huh?! So we got this moose in the freshest form possible, and with the most amount of meat.<br /><br />I heard the story and I couldn't believe it! Moose do not just fall down a mountain and brake their legs, and they difinitely do not have neighborhood dogs come and protect them for two days! <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Once again, when you have a need Heavenly Father will provide a way! </strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">Even with something as crazy as moose meat!</span>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-14124577015167368132010-03-08T09:27:00.000-08:002010-03-08T09:32:59.053-08:00Ultrasound results<strong>We finally had our ultrasound.</strong> Woohoo. Especially after all the drama and headache of getting it. It was also slightly depressing with the military how quick and impersonal it was. <strong>But YEAH, HOORAY, we got the news we were looking for. Drumroll please…it’s a boy!</strong> Uriah and I are excited, it is truthfully the news we were expecting. We both had a strong feeling it was a boy. Abinadi is still oblivious; mostly annoyed that he can’t lay comfortable on my tummy. I will not be surprised if he regresses when the new baby comes. :o)<br /><br /><strong>Isabelle’s response is the funniest!</strong> The first time I told her, (we had prepared her that we were probably having a boy because all she could talk about was how she wanted a sister and we new she would be heartbroken if it was a boy) she was monotone and asked, “Oh, did the doctor tell you that?” Didn’t seem upset but not happy either.<br />Later Uriah asked her how she felt about having a baby brother, this was her response:<br />“I want a baby girl, but we’re having a baby boy.” Then, a couple minutes later, she said, “I’m still angry that we are having a baby boy. But just a little angry.”<br />Needless to say I was literally rolling on the floor laughing. Finally a little while later she said she wasn’t angry anymore. <br /><br />My true response is that I want the house entirely rearranged for the kid. The kids rooms have to be switched (It only makes sense that the ones sharing should get the larger room, DUH!), and I want the family room moved around so it will be more functional, and to move the daybed which was being used as a couch upstairs for Abinadi (which means we have to move the couch into the family room and buy a new couch for the living room. We either had to buy a bed or a couch, and since we already had a bed, the couch makes more sense! Now we just need to find one we like in our price range.) <strong>Don’t you just love nesting?!</strong> Uriah comes home and asks, “What do you want me to move today?” Hee Hee. He’s learned quickly. It’s stressful and the house is a mess, but it gives a chance to spring clean and clear the rooms of allergens.<br /><br /><strong>I've posted many posts today to catch family up on the big news around here, so please keep reading on.</strong>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-7532208018674990782010-03-08T09:15:00.000-08:002010-03-08T09:27:23.192-08:00The Name GameSo now that we all know that the baby is a boy, I can finally make Uriah discuss names with me, and he has told me that he doesn't know because he got the name he wanted. So a little background, Abinadi was named because it was Uriah's favorite scripture hero with a story that means a lot to him. He also wanted his son to not just have a scripture name, but a scripture name that could be an example for him, so after many prayers by me I finally realized that his name was supposed to be Abinadi, and when we first saw him we knew he would be strong enough to handle that name!<br /><br />Now with another boy on the way, I have made Uriah promise me one thing, that this boy be named with the same criteria as Abinadi. A name that has a great story behind it, preferably a scripture or church history story, and a name that can be an example for him. Well Uriah has never been good at discussing names and I need help, so I am openning the subject up for discussion.<br /><br />Please share with us your favorite scripture or church history heros. Not just a nice name, but a name that can be a good example. I would love any thoughts you might have, feel free to share them with me any way you want, comment, email, phone, facebook.Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849019244631081666.post-48236302306383303442010-03-08T09:05:00.000-08:002010-03-08T09:08:33.643-08:00Daddy BlockheadSometimes Uriah can be such a BLOCKHEAD!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446310863571106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhz2H9IbPPLgGdb74S3c9rfshSao6IG9g_vU_N2wBZc4XUo7NjVzfmYcoaMJhsbw7VlwDJ56-mVgv9SdBtIJf18JyYBO6w8Zu-WIhr54gNCMT2-2vonT9sssIMwdgEoPgUH7aAsBz_pY/s400/blog+1030.jpg" border="0" />….I guess it’s a good thing because he entertains the kids. Hee Hee!<br /><div>I love you Honey!</div>Kaelynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11115159173341676031noreply@blogger.com0