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Not really sure where the time has gone and why life has to go by so fast. My babies aren't staying babies like I tell them. Not that I'm shocked cause they hardly do what I say. They have minds of there own and you know what for the most part I am okay with that!! I wish I could be like little Benny Boo and be cuddled up in a bed with lots of pillows and have not one care in the world...Awww sooo sweet....<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vD1WAd9-6U/UTVebseSGNI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ue3B6lenDwc/s1600/IMG_0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vD1WAd9-6U/UTVebseSGNI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ue3B6lenDwc/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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Kenzie wants to be in the talent show. I told her sure as long as she doesn't sing Taylor Swift. Not that I mind Taylor it's just that last year about 12 or more girls sang the SAME song and I do NOT want my baby girl to be like everyone else. I want her to be different and herself and to know that it's okay to be that way. I want her to love herself and to do it now. It took me 30 years (and still not sure I fully do) to love me. I don't want that for her. I want to raise a leader not a follower and this is a small step to teach her that. </div>
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So what did she pick..."Tomorrow" from Annie...So I guided her to "maybe" from Annie instead. haha </div>
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To be honest I want Kenzie to grow up to have the guts to say no when something doesn't feel right or she knows it's not right. And also to say yes when she wants something. To be able to follow her dreams to do what it takes to be a leader. I want her to dream BIG dreams and know that those dreams can come true with a hard work! I also want her to know that not everything is going to be rainbows and unicorns but that it's okay. Because she is amazing and awesome!</div>
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Man raising kids is hard work...Now how do I get to be like Henry? I want a bed with lots of pillows and comfy blankets!!</div>
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Since we had a 3 day weekend and it just happened to be Henry's bday weekend we took off and went to San Diego...We had so much fun and the weather was awesome.. Here are our beach pictures.. I will blog about Seaworld in a little bit (of course Bob saw a medic while we were there... I will fill you all in later)</div>
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Finally at the beach!!</div>
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Baby doesn't like the cold water!!!</div>
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Running from the waves</div>
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As you all know when are kids are around 18 month we put them in ISR swimming. They learn to swim, float, swim. Its survival swimming and through it they because awesome swimmers. Well Henry did it this year and he did so good! He loved it. Here are some pictures of my water baby</div>
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Here he is floating</div>
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They have to do one day in summer clothes and another in winter clothes.</div>
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Hello everyone!!</div>
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Kenzie is a kinder Grad!! She had such a fun year learning and making lots of friends. We love her teacher Mrs. Warren! She is a wonderful teacher and we will miss her next year. I am so proud of Kenzie</div>
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Kenzie and Mrs. Warren</div>
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She did it!!!</div>
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Will and I with our baby girl!</div>
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Mrs. Warren and Kenzie (with Allana and Mia)</div>
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The class</div>
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On April 7 2012 our little man got baptized. He was so excited! I have never seen a kid so excited about all things church. I love it!! It was an awesome day!! I am so proud of Jordy boy.</div>
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<a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-24745380391975623052012-04-02T19:27:00.002-07:002012-04-02T19:27:00.324-07:0010. Describe your most embarrasing moment.<div>Kind of hard to think of any but I guess it would be our honeymoon... We went out to eat and I had a canolli after. We then went to tour a pirate ship and when we were down 3 floors I got super sick (food posion). There was no bathroom so we had to run up the stairs and get back to the hotel. As you can picture I spent lots of time in the bathroom and Will kept trying to check on me. And a fun way to spend your 1st night of your honeymoon!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-86384500250008588452012-04-01T19:04:00.007-07:002012-04-01T19:35:49.698-07:009. List 10 people who have influenced you and describe how.<div>1. My Tata- He was an amazing man. Before he passed away I spend hours at his house telling him about my plans for my life. He would also sit and listen and if he didn't agree he wouldn't let me know. He always married my grandma when she had 3 young kids and took them in as his own. He is missed</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Stacey- My best friend. She has been through a lot and still is not bitter or mad. In fact her out look on life is positive. I don't think I could be going through all she is and be there for others. But she is. Just last month I showed up in tears and she hugged me and listened. Gave me advice and didn't turn it in to a "poor me" thing. I love her like a sister!!! If I need anything she is there always and I appreciate that! She is the bestest friend EVER!!</div><div><br /></div><div>3.My aunt and uncle- Chris and Xavier...They love me like I am the daughter they never had. They both got cancer at the same time but still would ask how you were and didn't talk about them. They love life and are always loving and caring about me and my family.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. My kids- they have changed me so many ways I can't even list them. They demand my time and I love it (mostly). I have learned that the cleaning can wait but playing and cuddling can NOT! They need me and look to me on how to be a grown up one day and I hope I am teaching them right.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Sister Shaffer- when I 1st joined the church she took me in as one of hers. She loved me and hasn't stopped (her daughter is our babysitter!) I want to be a mommy just like her!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Will- he may drive me nuts with his business but he works hard every single day and has fulfilled one of his dreams. He supports me and love me no matter what. He tries to make me a the best me and I love that!</div><div><br /></div><div>7.My dad (Frank)- When he married my mom he took me and my brother in as one of his kids. He loved us for us and not because we came with me mom. He is always there for me when I need him! And when I got pregnant with Kenzie when Jordan was only 9 months he was super excited for us. He loves my kids too!</div><div><br /></div><div>8.My parents- it must has been very hard with us growing up and having to share us. I don't think I could do that but they never let us know how hard it was. They loved us very much and made sure we knew it. When we had to leave to go to the other parents house they made it seem like we were going to have an awesome time with the other (at least that's how I remember it). I love them for making sure the other was always in our lives!!</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Lori- She believes in me even if I don't. She makes me laugh and smile every time we talk. She is raising 4 kids on her own while her husband is out of town. And she is doing a fantastic job because her kids are awesome!! She is just an awesome friend.Everyone needs a friend like her!</div><div><br /></div><div>10. Jesus Christ- what a perfect example in every way! He has shown me to love each and every person despite how they treat me. To give to those in need. To comfort those who need comfort. He gave his life for me! For me he freely died. He willing died. I could never thank him enough. There are no words to express that kind of love. So I try to live as he did. It not in anyway easy and daily I fall short but everyday is a new day to try.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-57235728749521697152012-03-30T08:47:00.002-07:002012-03-30T09:13:24.950-07:008. What are 5 passions you have?<div><br /></div><div>1. I love to bake. I like to find new ways to make cupcakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.keeping a family journal. I try to take a picture a day (mostly I get about 4 a week) and then I write about that day. I have been doing it for 3 years and it's fun to look back on the day to day.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. right now working out. I love it. I love the way I feel after and I love the way my body is changing and looking.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. books! Love to read. and if I find a good book I try to get Will to read it (hasn't worked yet) He said he will start Hunger Games tonight so we will see</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Not waking sleeping babies. I am a believer in if the baby is sleeping let them sleep (even if it's been 6 hours since feeding)</div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-54840084399389081752012-03-28T13:32:00.002-07:002012-03-28T13:36:54.416-07:007. What is your dream job, and why?<div>When I was younger I wanted to be a Marine Biologist. I love the ocean and sea life. I hope for my birthday this year that I can go whale watching for a whole day! It would be so fun!!! I would have to go alone cause the kids are too little but I would LOVE it!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I would love to be a wedding planner or owner or a bakery. I love love love weddings and would be great at planing and coming up with ideas. And I am a great baker and love to bake.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-19659896065712198402012-03-27T10:35:00.002-07:002012-03-27T10:35:00.724-07:006. What is the hardest thing you have ever experienced?<div>Well I guess I am lucky in the fact that no too many hard things have come my way. So this is kind of hard to think of . But three things come to mind. One the death of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tata</span> (grandpa), it was sudden and unexpected. I can remember the day like it was yesterday... I was sitting at my aunts house and she got a phone call and she yelled we gotta go. So we all packed up and went to the hospital not really sure what had happened only that my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tata</span> wasn't doing good. Turns out he was working in the yard and had a heart attack. He never woke up and so we had to say goodbye without knowing if he heard or not. It was hard cause I had spend the day before with him and he was fine. I am thankful for spending the day before with him but sad that he left. He would have love my kids! He was just too young!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nd</span>. When I was 16 one of my best friends died. I was out of town when it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">happened</span> so I didn't get to go to the funeral. I feel like I didn't get to say goodbye. It's still hard to think out what he would have been now. I am thankful I get to see him again!!</div><div><br /></div><div>3rd Having a seizure disorder. It makes being pregnant super <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">scary</span>. I would love to have more kids but not sure because of that. I have had two babies after the seizure disorder and they are perfect I kind of feel like I should be thankful for them and be done. I am not sure...It makes it hard to know what to do. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-34303405551167339072012-03-26T10:28:00.002-07:002012-03-26T10:35:39.514-07:005. What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. My kids playing and laughing together. I love when they are not fighting and they get along. My hope is that when they are older that they are friends. Good friends. Best friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Working out. I never thought I would enjoy working out so much. I look forward to it everyday. </div><div><br /></div><div>3.Vacations. Will works so hard and even if he isn't at work he is working since he owes the business. So I love vacations because he keeps his phone off and his time is spent with us. He is relaxed and fun to be around. We need one ASAP!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. A good book. I love to get lost in a good book. I love reading!! </div><div><br /></div><div>5. Knowing where I will go when I die. I didn't always know this and in fact I use to hate going to sleep cause I had a fear of dying. Now that I know where I am going I no longer fear it. In fact it is a happy thought knowing I will see loved ones again!!</div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-77465818543983159272012-03-24T13:58:00.000-07:002012-03-24T13:58:00.431-07:004. List 10 things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could.<div>1. Choose your friends wisely...the ones you thought were your best friends in just 2 short years will no longer be your friends. It will be hard but this is how you get your best friend ever Stacey.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.Be nice to your mom one day she will be your best friend. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. Love yourself just the way you are. Don't let anyone try to change you.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Don't try to be like everyone else. BE YOU!! You are awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Spend more time with your grandparents you only have a few years left with your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tata</span> and you will miss him a lot!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Learn to like running so when you're 30 it wont be so hard ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>7. That boy who walked in the ice cream shop and you gave your # to...ends up being your husband:)</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Don't cut your hair... keep it long it's so pretty and you're gonna wish you could grow it out but having 4 kids it's not the best idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Life sucks sometimes but it's just for a short time and things get better and everything turns out just fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>10. 30 isn't has bad as we thought in fact it's actually kind of fun! We learn that working out is fun. We have 4 kids and they are awesome!! Our friends are awesome! Our life is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">awesome</span>! In fact people think we look 23 (so that is awesome!!!!!!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>and for good measure good job with the wearing sunblock always!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-71945586068218588862012-03-23T13:43:00.002-07:002012-03-23T13:57:39.429-07:003. Describe your relationship with your parents.<div><br /></div><div>I love them!! I am lucky to have 3 wonderful parents!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>1st my dad (my step-dad Frank actually but I call him dad!)- He is amazing! He is very non-judgemental and when needed will give his opinion but usually when I ask. If I need him he is always there! He is my twice a month babysitter so I can go to the kids school. There have been times I showed up crying and my mom wasn't home so he talked to me and helped me workout whatever was brothering me. I am very lucky to have some an amazing man as my dad and grandpa to my kids!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>next up is my dad (Ray)- he and I talk at least once a day. And we are very much alike in the way we think. He makes me laugh and lets me yell at him when I want to yell at someone (and it might not be a good idea). He comes over at least once a week to play with the kids (when he should be working:) ) and the kids love to run and jump all over him. I am so glad I made him move down here to be closer to me and the grand kids!! They and I would miss him lots!! We love Papa Ray!!</div><div><br /></div><div>and my MOM (LOVE YOU MOM) she read my blog yesterday and I now must suck up:) I am kidding (kind of)..She is one of my best friends. She tells me I can do something I thought I could not! She believes in me even if I don't..She loves my kids a lot!! She spoils them a lot! She lives only a 15min walk away so it's super fun when we walk to the school (which is 40 seconds away) and we see her or my dad (Frank) drive by. She calls or txt just to check up and make sure we are okay. if anyone is sick she is heartbroken and sad. I love my mom. She is the best!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am lucky to have have 3 parents who love me no matter what! And my kids are super lucky to get spoiled by them too!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-3438757565881253682012-03-22T13:34:00.002-07:002012-03-22T13:41:33.075-07:00#2 Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.<div>1. I have a HUGE fear of heights...not sure how it started but I am not a fan of being up high (good thing I am short)...If I were to guess I would say it comes from a fear when I was little of dieing and so maybe?? But really I like it on the ground!</div><div><br /></div><div>2.Driving a car other than mine..I will blame this on my mom (love you mom) and the fact that she didn't really let me drive. In fact I was out of HS and 18 when I got my drivers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">licence</span> and Stacey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">taught</span> and took me to get it... now I am a great driver never crashed or gotten a ticket I just guess I need some faith in myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>3.Failing...in anything really. I hate to fail! So trying something new or hard is not easy for me...right now I am doing a 12 week bodybuilding program and I am on week 6 and everyday I have to give myself a peep talk and say "you got this" I do the same thing while running...</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-51788834835630509302012-03-21T11:54:00.003-07:002012-03-21T12:11:42.892-07:00In honor of me turning 30 (6 months ago) I will do 30 post for you..<div style="text-align: center; "><b><span >Today's post is 20 random facts about me..</span></b></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">1. I love the movie the Wizard of Oz. I loved it so much I wanted to paint the one wall that was brick in my bedroom yellow...but my mom never let me...darn it!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">2.And of course I love the musical Wicked!! Seen it 3 times and # 4 is coming up!!!</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">3. Favorite color is pink but if you ask my husband he says its yellow...I do like yellow but pink is my fav.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">4. I want to own a beach house one day. It will look like the house from the notebook and I will read on the outside listening to the waves.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">5. Spending the day Whale Watching is one thing I want to do this year.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">6. I am only 5 feet tall and I am totally okay being short! I use to wear tall shoes but now I wear flats all the time.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">7. I always thought I would have a house full of little girls...BOY was I wrong...3 boys and I don't know a thing about them but I love them!!! Good thing I have one little girl.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">8. I just stopped biting my nails...Like 6 months ago..Why didn't I stop sooner?? Love painting them.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">9. Since I had Henry (18months ago) I have lost 60 pounds.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">10. I know LOVE the gym.. I go at least 5 days a week.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">11. Running is not a sure sign of death anymore...in fact I like it...most days</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">12. I love to bake. I would love to doing as a living.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">13. My favorite # is 13.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">14. I own a lot of grey shirts..I tend to grab a grey shirt if there are a lot of color choices..I am working on that one....</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">15. I love avocados!!! I want a tree or 5... at my beach house.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">16. I am a sucker for cute hair things. I have a ton and wont let Kenzie wear some of them....I know I am a nice mommy:)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">17. I am super super super self conscious.. This is a recent thing for me.. Like within the past 6 years or so.. I am working on it and working on loving me for me...The gym helps that. So does not eating junk but lets face it we all like junk.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">18. I love to dance and throw a dance party every day with the kids...Henry now dances every time there is music.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">19. I don't wear makeup everyday... in fact I only wear it like 3 days a week....Maybe that's why ppl think I am 16 or 22.</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; ">20. I put lotion on everyday. And use a face lotion with SPF 35 every single day...drives Will nuts but I like soft smooth skin..And he does too;)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal; "><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="<span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" />Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-50870220822850714542012-01-24T11:32:00.002-07:002012-01-24T11:38:26.681-07:00CRAZY CRAZY busy<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbIACubUAo0/Tx75wGyhgsI/AAAAAAAACXo/0iRd86MCczU/s1600/P9270002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbIACubUAo0/Tx75wGyhgsI/AAAAAAAACXo/0iRd86MCczU/s400/P9270002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701268783149187778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Life has been busy! Super busy. Bob needs me all day most days to be right next to him. Henry too. Then two times a day I walk up to the school to get the big kids. And three days a week we go to Gaslight for Kenzie. Wednesday nights are church (both Will and I have to be there). PLUS Will is out of town often for work.....So I get to be a single mom of 4!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways if the blog isn't updated often you now know why</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-72671336272969494272011-12-04T07:25:00.003-07:002011-12-04T07:44:28.889-07:0015 months<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH93DOXDd0w/TtuDOADO-5I/AAAAAAAACWE/xPeuAGlc8Ek/s1600/PB190014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682279631412984722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH93DOXDd0w/TtuDOADO-5I/AAAAAAAACWE/xPeuAGlc8Ek/s400/PB190014.JPG" border="0" /></a> This month Henry has learned</div><br /><div align="center">-To walk!!! It was so fun to see at 1st cause he looked like he had just gotten off a horse</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-he also dances. Every time music comes on he is dancing (even in his car seat)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-if he wants more food he waves at it</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-weighs 18 pounds (the pjs in the picture above are 3-6months)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-loves pizza</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-doesn't like eggnog or pickles</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br />-he also didn't like Thanksgiving dinner (this I am sure will change!)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">-Bob and him wrestle and he laughs</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Henry is just so much fun. He laughs and plays all day long. He is the easiest baby ever, which is nice cause Bob (while not naughty) is like 9 kids. I love love love this kid!<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-24490825160722545752011-10-27T21:17:00.003-07:002011-10-27T22:04:32.773-07:00CHICAGO<div align="center">Stacey (my best friend) and I took a break and went to Chicago for a week (well almost a week). We had a fun time! I will have to post in stages to get it all in. So this is day one!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxV7SLZAgg/Tqot0zvBzlI/AAAAAAAACVY/sLIf3dcM95Y/s1600/PA030015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393466263096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxV7SLZAgg/Tqot0zvBzlI/AAAAAAAACVY/sLIf3dcM95Y/s400/PA030015.JPG" border="0" /></a>She is super happy to be getting out of town!! We left super early and arrived at 11am. And we were HUNGRY! So Aunt Jan (that's Stacey's aunt but she has been mine since I 1st went up there 12 years ago!) took us to a super yummy burger place called Village something arather. Then we got to her house and dropped our stuff off and headed into town.</div><br /><div align="center">We went to a store kind of like trader joes only it was HUGE and cheap. We got dinner there. Then we went to Tom's Farm Market. We got some Pumpkin donuts that were to die for! OH my goodness. I LOVE pumpkin stuff. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1hYhuWucA0/Tqot0dikk0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lije4on2EvQ/s1600/PA030019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393460305269570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1hYhuWucA0/Tqot0dikk0I/AAAAAAAACVM/lije4on2EvQ/s400/PA030019.JPG" border="0" /></a>They had these blue pumpkin that were more of an off whiteish color. But it was fun. This is Stacey showing the "blue pumpkin"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5V_auaDuG4/Tqotzy-taSI/AAAAAAAACVA/ptaFQKuewEo/s1600/PA030018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393448880564514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5V_auaDuG4/Tqotzy-taSI/AAAAAAAACVA/ptaFQKuewEo/s400/PA030018.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is us being well...us!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM_briUhu-U/TqotzhnwALI/AAAAAAAACUw/yYHlrGTjiIs/s1600/PA030021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393444220862642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM_briUhu-U/TqotzhnwALI/AAAAAAAACUw/yYHlrGTjiIs/s400/PA030021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Stacey was helping her self to this pumpkin baby!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTqWmVmW99o/TqotzZPMZQI/AAAAAAAACUo/cjJVxHtgr1c/s1600/PA030022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668393441970382082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTqWmVmW99o/TqotzZPMZQI/AAAAAAAACUo/cjJVxHtgr1c/s400/PA030022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our cute little happy family! (don't you love the tree)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Next up is our shopping and brat trip. That's right I ate a brat and Will was so mad he wasn't there to see it.......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-88956483701087289412011-10-25T19:51:00.002-07:002011-10-25T20:07:17.066-07:00Happy birthday baby girl!<div align="center">Today my sweet baby girl is 6! I can't believe how fast it has gone by! She is in Kinder and loving it. She has gotten sassier (is that a word and even possible?) But she is wonderful and we LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE her!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKJ2YEumbI/Tqd2xXVuy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/37DXybd07ic/s1600/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629246519888850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtKJ2YEumbI/Tqd2xXVuy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/37DXybd07ic/s400/Kenzie_birthday_063.JPG" border="0" /></a> On her 1st b-day! She ate so much cake that she threw up! The girl LOVES cake. In fact she loves sweets. She has a sweet tooth like her mama. (I need to make a call to her Mama cause she is also sassy, cranky, oppinated, bossy....JUST LIKE HER MAMA;) ) <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03zSMB3wFo/Tqd2xZrFnLI/AAAAAAAACSk/NfKgNkjoz44/s1600/IMGP4818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629247146335410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s03zSMB3wFo/Tqd2xZrFnLI/AAAAAAAACSk/NfKgNkjoz44/s400/IMGP4818.JPG" border="0" /></a> LOVE this one of her! She is also super girly JUST LIKE HER MAMA!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFh2ePQjHo/Tqd2w-hkooI/AAAAAAAACSc/_2sbll-jtg8/s1600/PA150101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629239858668162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFh2ePQjHo/Tqd2w-hkooI/AAAAAAAACSc/_2sbll-jtg8/s400/PA150101.JPG" border="0" /></a> She is loves to be on stage (umm. just like her mama!) This was taken after her 1st play<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf9k0uWNFKA/Tqd2wu-b4pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/0qVEce3u90U/s1600/PA220075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629235684762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf9k0uWNFKA/Tqd2wu-b4pI/AAAAAAAACSQ/0qVEce3u90U/s400/PA220075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And here she is with her mama!! :) I think she looks like me (her mama!)</div><br /><div>Even if she is a little hard to handle at times she is super loving and so much fun to have around. She is very helpful with the little boys. And Bob loves playing with her. (they will play "mom and dad" or "puppy" all day or until Bob can't take her bossing him again!)</div><br /><div>Kenzie brings so much spunk to our family and we Love every second of it!! </div><br /><div>-Happy 6th birthday baby girl! We love you very much and can't wait to see all the fun things you have in store for us!-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-91160176331219023422011-10-18T17:05:00.000-07:002011-10-18T10:44:52.910-07:0010 years worth of stuff!I have 1 day left in my 20's. I can't believe it! It seems like just yesterday I was turning 19 or even 25 (I cried that day). So it's really hard to believe that I will be 30! 30?!?!!? just doesn't sound right. So I asked myself what the heck happened to the last 10 years? So here is what I have done in my 20's (I list them mostly so I feel better about leaving them)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I married the BEST man ever!<br /><br />Had 4 babies<br /><br />Helped and supported my husband with two businesses.<br /><br />Found out I have a seizure disorder<br /><br />Gained and lost a LOT of weight (I would put it all down but NO thanks!)<br /><br />Gone on LOTS of trips and vacations<br /><br /><br /><p>Moved 9 times. (I HATE moving)</p><br /><br /><p>Finally stopped bitting my nails (this is a new thing in the last few months. Hope it stays!)</p><br /><br /><p>I have lost and gained friends</p><br /><br /><p>Still have the same best friend from High school </p><br /><br /><p>Tried to grow my hair out many times only to get bored and cut it</p><br /><br /><p>Become an auntie to 11</p><br /><br /><p>Cleaned up more puke then I can count</p><br /><br /><p>Wiped away many tears</p><br /><br /><p>Stayed up all night with sick babies </p><br /><br /><p>Changed more diapers then I ever thought I would</p><br /><br /><p>Learned to sew</p><br /><br /><p>Learned to scrapbook better</p><br /><br /><p>gave birth without drugs (something I NEVER thought I would do)</p><br /><br /><p>went 6 years without a cell phone (I only have one now cause the kids are in school and they school may need to call me. I don't even know the number:) )</p><br /><br /><p>Learned to cook, <span style="font-size:78%;">kind of still working on it</span></p><br /><br /><p>Planned 18 birthday parties and many other parties. I LOVE parties</p><br /><br /><p>Learned to can and I actually like it</p><br /><br /><p>Potty trained 3 kids </p><br /><br /><p>Starting to enjoy working out</p><br /><br /><p>Learned to live for the small things</p><br /><br /><p>cuddled some sweet babies when they couldn't sleep or a sweet little girl who had a friend move away so she cried herself to sleep (I can see this happening a lot later on with BIGGER things)</p><br /><br /><p>Stayed overnight in the hospital</p><br /><br /><p>Joined the PTA (kind of weird)</p><br /><br /><p>Also I am on the site counsil</p><br /><br /><p>Thinking back on the last 10 year I say I have done a lot and can't believe I fit that much in. I am sure I am missing a lot. I guess I am kind of excited to see what the next 10 years have in store for me. I hope maybe a baby or two. Maybe even one more move (and not in Tucson!) maybe....We shall see together...So ready or not 30 here I come!</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-84352132699551604732011-10-10T10:43:00.004-07:002011-10-10T18:01:00.940-07:00Bob is 3!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEt-VlXSvK8/TpMvEkaGkwI/AAAAAAAACQg/h5aGJ8ZQi48/s1600/P9270002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661920912073986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEt-VlXSvK8/TpMvEkaGkwI/AAAAAAAACQg/h5aGJ8ZQi48/s400/P9270002.JPG" border="0" /></a> On Sept 28 Bob turned 3!! And he is super excited to be 3.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">He weighs 29 pounds (25%)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">and is in the 5% of height (not a shock) </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The kid is on the go all day! If he sits still for just a minute or two he will fall asleep (I have pictures of him sleeping in all kinds of weird spots around the house)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He follows me around all day and LOVES to help with laundry and mopping</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">When the car didn't start he asked "why isn't the car loading?" It was super cute and we told him and car is not like a movie it doesn't load it starts</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Favorite movies are Rio, Yogi bear, and anything Mickey Mouse</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Favorite Charactor is Mickey Mouse</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Favorite toys are trains, legos, cars, and dress up clothes (that his sister puts on him)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Favorite Food "mango ball" Mac and cheese (he calls footballs mango balls and so he calls velveta mac and cheese that), yogurt, granola, peanut butter sandwiches, and protein shakes</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Favorite animal is a monkey</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He loves "stinky truck" which is the trash man and so Tuesday is his favorite day cause it's trash day</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He tell Will "Daddy you're my best friend" anytime he wants something cause he knows he will get it if he say that</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He thinks he needs a paci still and will tell us he "just needs a taste of Henry's"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">We have had to go to the ER 3 times this year. 2 times for a cut on the head to super glue shut and once cause he tried to pick up a scorpion. (I think I lost a few years and that is why I found one grey hair!)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Bob is such a sweet boy and is quick to say sorry. He doesn't like to hurt your feelings and will try to fix the wrong ASAP. He loves his brothers and sister and will let Kenzie put any kind of dress up on she wants. He will also play any silly game she comes up with. But if she gets too bossy he will let her know and he'll start yelling. So don't cross him! He comes in our bed almost every night (I know I said I won't do it but the kid won't stay in after 3am) He is so much fun to be around and I love him so much. I am so glad to be his mommy! I still can't believe how silly and funny he is at such a young age. Can't wait to see what's next with this little guy. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-46857439759447937742011-09-05T18:47:00.002-07:002011-09-05T19:24:36.057-07:00Happy birthday Henry!!!<div align="center">One year ago our family grew by one sweet little man and my heart grew too! He is so sweet and so fun. He gives the BEST kisses and always has a smile for you. This year has gone by so fast I can't believe my baby is one. I really want to slow down time (or even stop it)!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH4Vs6tjmBE/TmV_1l0OpQI/AAAAAAAACQY/K5vGME3XS2Q/s1600/P9030024%2Bcopy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061866267124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH4Vs6tjmBE/TmV_1l0OpQI/AAAAAAAACQY/K5vGME3XS2Q/s400/P9030024%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is my sweet baby fresh from heaven! (and don't judge the crappy way I look I had this baby in less then 3 hours with NO drugs. He was faced the wrong way and wasn't breathing. So it was hard and I was tired and worried. And at this point he is about 1.5 old or more and I FINALLY got to hold him! So NO judging okay?)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnpKQxny1YE/TmV_1YSu2YI/AAAAAAAACQQ/F-e4B-TXXwU/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061862636968322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnpKQxny1YE/TmV_1YSu2YI/AAAAAAAACQQ/F-e4B-TXXwU/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />2 week old<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBaBI4P2IEc/TmV_1AA5usI/AAAAAAAACQI/2jbA2OpO6ek/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061856119732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBaBI4P2IEc/TmV_1AA5usI/AAAAAAAACQI/2jbA2OpO6ek/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2 weeks! I love his little mouth!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrTSvsVjOc/TmV_09cXPDI/AAAAAAAACQA/aLVCCpLh8Go/s1600/P9030096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061855429606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrTSvsVjOc/TmV_09cXPDI/AAAAAAAACQA/aLVCCpLh8Go/s400/P9030096.JPG" border="0" /></a> And here is my big boy on his birthday (with BOB and me) He is getting so big.</div><br /><div>Not sure of weight and all that I will post after Dr. appt.</div><br /><div>-He claps</div><br /><div>-waves</div><br /><div>-stands up on everything</div><br /><div>-eats everything we give him</div><br /><div>-When you say "kiss n face" he plants a BIG wet one on you! (I LOVE IT!)</div><br /><div>-Says "Hi dad" "dada" "mama" and lots of other things I don't understand but he does cause his hands are going and eyebrows go up and down</div><br /><div>-laughs all the time</div><br /><div>-has two teeth</div><br /><div>-got rid of the bottle!! (so excited about that!)</div><br /><div>-thinks puppies are fun and laughs at them (till they hump him then he gets mad!)</div><br /><div>-has the best sad face ever</div><br /><div>-Loves to try and rip your face off! (really he loves faces)<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnaEHpi-3o/TmV_0mGwbrI/AAAAAAAACP4/5lu0Fpe_3fs/s1600/P9030074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649061849164967602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXnaEHpi-3o/TmV_0mGwbrI/AAAAAAAACP4/5lu0Fpe_3fs/s400/P9030074.JPG" border="0" /></a> And he loves cake!!! </div><br /><div>LOVE LOVE LOVE this little man! I am so lucky to be his mommy and can't wait till he says Mommy! He is just the cutest sweet thing. I love to kiss and cuddle and love this baby. So thankful to have him in our family!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/?action=view&current=signature.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h174/reinagibson/signature.png" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-55985373390888472462011-08-22T15:08:00.002-07:002011-08-22T15:14:43.906-07:00Whippy Cake!!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZ3V0AMNQ8/TlLTuLOjJnI/AAAAAAAACPo/SwYWMLv5UY4/s1600/muffy5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643806073289909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZ3V0AMNQ8/TlLTuLOjJnI/AAAAAAAACPo/SwYWMLv5UY4/s400/muffy5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Do you see this! It's what saves me from a bad hair day! When I have a bad hair day I put this in and then all bad is gone. In face lots of women comment on my <a href="http://whippycake.com/shop/petit-fleur/muffy/">Whippy Cake </a></div>
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<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-34213021352811021942011-08-17T11:45:00.003-07:002011-08-17T12:02:53.394-07:001st hair cut<div align="center">On Aug 15 2011 Henry got his 1st hair cut. I really don't think he needed it...Okay he NEEDED it but I wasn't ready for him to have one. It seems like such a grown up thing getting your hair cut and I wasn't ready to have my baby grow up! And let's be honest I liked his wild crazy fluffy hair! I loved that I could tell what kind of a night he had by how it looked in the morning. I loved the way he would pull it when he was mad. I loved to make funny hair styles in the bath. I loved having a kid with hair! But it's hot and it needed to get done. So we did it and it just got trimed.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpiVUG07r4/TkwNzJZLejI/AAAAAAAACPg/q-oTKT6geiM/s1600/P8130064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641899605534407218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCpiVUG07r4/TkwNzJZLejI/AAAAAAAACPg/q-oTKT6geiM/s400/P8130064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here he is before...Hair in his face and it's wild and crazy just how I liked it!
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<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">people have nothing better to do</div>Reinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087306533276458220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146532369420481278.post-53129602291625327862011-08-16T13:17:00.003-07:002011-08-16T13:29:08.069-07:001st day of schoolJordan started 1st grade yesterday and Kenzie kinder. Jordan was up and dressed by 6:45am:) Kenzie was very sassy which means she wasn't sure about the day. Mom was a huge mess and cried a lot! I like my kids and like having them home! (I like them so much in fact we are still not sure if for our 10 year next year we are going alone or taking them. That's a different story)
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