tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51538374116086774222024-03-13T11:12:47.505-07:00Our attempt at capturing and sharing memories...JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-57965116659211819682012-04-12T09:22:00.006-07:002012-04-12T13:45:46.972-07:00Before you know it, a year goes by...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58LbQqi4rjA/T4c-5I6AngI/AAAAAAAAA18/syr1ZHCeGMY/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58LbQqi4rjA/T4c-5I6AngI/AAAAAAAAA18/syr1ZHCeGMY/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730618202216504834" /></a><br /><div><p>I know that it is comical that I am actually blogging. Life never seems to slow down and I never have time to get everything done, but now that I am anxiously awaiting Piper Kate's arrival (Yes, we are having another girl), I am finding myself sitting today, so I figure I might as well be somewhat productive. Yes, I realize it has been a year since my last blog....serious fail. I will not recap the whole year, so you can breathe a sigh of relief.</p><p>As far as our lives go, Joel is still in Seminary and has transferred to Southwestern. It has simplified our lives a ton and he is still really enjoying school. We are still working as Resident Parents at Happy Hill Farm Academy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Braylin</span> and Camden are growing like crazy and are the sweetest little things. They love each other and are great playmates. </p><p>Since I need so start somewhere, here are pics from our Easter Break. </p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhK201HUD9I/T4c4qn8ICBI/AAAAAAAAA1s/vRxV3Dzmlo4/s1600/IMG_0862.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhK201HUD9I/T4c4qn8ICBI/AAAAAAAAA1s/vRxV3Dzmlo4/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730611355779074066" /></a>It all started by having a picnic at "the play-park" as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Braylin</span> calls it.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1iQ0rrAWBE/T4c4qfSNv2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/DvcvHjdGLAs/s1600/IMG_0869.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1iQ0rrAWBE/T4c4qfSNv2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/DvcvHjdGLAs/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730611353455804258" /></a><br /><div>We pretended to be at the beach by bringing beach toys to the sand volleyball court.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFLxvJ3QEKs/T4c4p7B31yI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/eJKMKxvMaW4/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFLxvJ3QEKs/T4c4p7B31yI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/eJKMKxvMaW4/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730611343723583266" /></a>Easter Egg hunting was so much fun at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nanna</span> and Poppy's (they did not grow weary even though there might have been overkill on the number of eggs for 2 little kids)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01VEPD9jo_E/T4c4pj46XmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xs_8YwBEQ_I/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01VEPD9jo_E/T4c4pj46XmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xs_8YwBEQ_I/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730611337511984738" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSS2LOReBY/T4c4DD8wuzI/AAAAAAAAA08/hwAI6AMsgE0/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSS2LOReBY/T4c4DD8wuzI/AAAAAAAAA08/hwAI6AMsgE0/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730610676103166770" /></a>We celebrated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Braylin's</span> birthday with a trip to the zoo. Thanks to Jill, Kevin, Jay and Traci for the passes. We can't wait to go back!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4zd32H98Wc/T4c4CUksn3I/AAAAAAAAA00/tqUuAsBYc3w/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4zd32H98Wc/T4c4CUksn3I/AAAAAAAAA00/tqUuAsBYc3w/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730610663385767794" /></a>They made a friend :)<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZuEhb4abNs/T4c4CLJz6kI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jxEO341PYrk/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZuEhb4abNs/T4c4CLJz6kI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jxEO341PYrk/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730610660857080386" /></a>We ended Easter Break with a picnic and play time at Big Rock Park. We seriously underestimated how soaked they would become while wading in the river. We were so impressed that Camden could actually walk in the currant.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V93wDgSKTOA/T4c4BbQQelI/AAAAAAAAA0c/obwrJ3PeWTU/s1600/IMG_0914.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V93wDgSKTOA/T4c4BbQQelI/AAAAAAAAA0c/obwrJ3PeWTU/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730610647999216210" /></a>We ended <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Braylin's</span> actual birthday with a Princess themed party with the girls. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Braylin</span> loved the attention she got when everyone sang to her, although she later told Joel "It made me kind of shy."<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urjok6W-oNA/T4c4BKFR14I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LiqKbjIvDQU/s1600/IMG_0924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urjok6W-oNA/T4c4BKFR14I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LiqKbjIvDQU/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730610643389765506" /></a><p>As life is only going to get more hectic with Piper, my goal is to blog again in a year. Anything more than that, folks, is going to be a bonus!</p><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-57170545510943894662011-04-27T07:43:00.000-07:002011-04-27T07:44:53.315-07:00Easter 2011<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opNShvFPWl0/Tbgr07YroqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Lt_gSG3vfWs/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opNShvFPWl0/Tbgr07YroqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Lt_gSG3vfWs/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600274324929618594" /></a><br /><p></p><div>I know it is sad that we skipped right over Braylin's Birthday and went straight to Easter. We had big plans for her turning 2, but a nasty stomach bug was passed through our family for over a week. There is nothing quite like a 2 year old throwing up everywhere except having an 8 month old looking at you while throwing up not understanding what is happening. It was so sad! We ended up just having a little birthday dinner and cake at Mom and Dad's. Sorry Braylin, you kinda got ripped off. There's always next year...</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a wonderful Easter Break. It was very low key and we were all healthy. Big win for us! This is the best family picture we could get. It's hard to keep 2 year old Braylin still.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGl-M_1nZ30/Tbgp-a9oy3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/zgSmFFTTSy8/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGl-M_1nZ30/Tbgp-a9oy3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/zgSmFFTTSy8/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600272289001687922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOCcFkc_stc/TbcwtCHOFfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/GdFv6TbtAPg/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOCcFkc_stc/TbcwtCHOFfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/GdFv6TbtAPg/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998211877901810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>As mentioned in my last post, Camden does not sleep. Joel had the brilliant idea of putting a pallet on the floor next to Braylin so they could talk and maybe she would be the comfort he needed. He slept 4 hours straight that night. (That is a successful night of sleep for Camden). The picture below is the set up. We decided to let Camden sleep there during nap time the next day too.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clOi5v6-n8Q/TbcwtCFVZNI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e6V8R16QSLw/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clOi5v6-n8Q/TbcwtCFVZNI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e6V8R16QSLw/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998211869992146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></a>When he woke up, we found him crying here:</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wyh1VMjRfc/TbcwsgPitBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gB-SGhAmTsI/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wyh1VMjRfc/TbcwsgPitBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gB-SGhAmTsI/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998202786001938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /></a>Our little roly poly managed to get all the way under the bed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ptJZvRUh0/TbcwsOBxfUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NKe_jg3bNl0/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ptJZvRUh0/TbcwsOBxfUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NKe_jg3bNl0/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998197896412482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>These pics are Camden making up for being such a stinker at night times. It is a good thing he is so cute.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEBy5bp1StE/TbcwsI8eLVI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Annbm9WY1OY/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEBy5bp1StE/TbcwsI8eLVI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Annbm9WY1OY/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998196531998034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><p></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-79303634232994496042011-01-13T08:08:00.000-08:002011-04-07T06:46:16.957-07:00Top Tens<div><p>I would first like you to take a look at the name of this blog. It is our ATTEMPT....obviously a terrible one since Camden has been born. There is so much to catch up on, I don't even know where to begin.</p><p>I have started and stopped this blog so many times, so I finally came up with a manageable plan.</p><p>Here are the Top Ten things about each kid since the last blog:</p><p>TOP TEN CAMDEN: (These are not in any particular order)</p><p>10. Camden loves Braylin. She makes him laugh all the time even when Mama is afraid she is hurting him. He still cries when he hears her crying. He is such a sensitive little thing.</p><p>9. Camden has 6 teeth. 4 on the top and 2 on the bottom. Camden has more hair than Braylin dreamed of at this age.</p><p>8. Camden will laugh at almost anything. He loves to smile and will at most interactions. He loves for us to sing at bedtime. He also leans over and gives kisses. It's a sweet slobbery mess.</p><p>7. Camden is 22 pounds already at just over 8 months old.</p><p>6. Camden is not very mobile, but he will figure out any way possible to get to a visible tag. He scoots, reaches and rolls. He loves to sit and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. (Yes, I know TV is not the best for him at this age, but I have to be able to get stuff done sometimes.)</p><p>5. Camden is a little social butterfly. He cannot be further from independent. He loves to be held and at the least be within arms reach of someone. He often says "mamamamamamamamamamamam" or "dadadadadadadadadadadadadada, or "bubububububububububu" for attention. It works most of the time. It's pretty cute!</p><p>4. Camden does not sleep. Neither does Mama. We have worked tirelessly trying new systems and methods. Braylin was never this stubborn. Suggestions anyone?? (Of course Poppy can get him to sleep with little to no effort....As mom would say, "that goes in the life's not fair column")</p><p>3. The good thing about Camden's sociableness is that he will let anyone hold him. Most of the time he acts better for others than for me. I tell Joel that I can see hamburgers in his eyes when he looks at me. Every time he looks at me he wants to eat. (This is the reason he is already 22 pounds)</p><p>2. Camden loves the challenge of peas. I throw some on a highchair and he will sit for a long period of time trying to eat them.</p><p>1. Camden's favorite time of day is taking a bath with Braylin. He does not mind the splashing, and he loves to scoot around and chew on the toys.</p><p>TOP TEN BRAYLIN</p><p>10. Braylin loved Christmas this year. It was so fun to see her go from toy to toy genuinely excited about each. She loved having aunts and uncles to play with too.</p><p>9. Braylin had surgery January 31st. For those of you in Texas, yes, it was during the crazy ice and snow that shut everything down for a week. She did very well. The doctor told us that she is a dramatic child, but she really did well at the hospital. Recovery was longer than we would have liked. She had to be put on several meds to stop the pain and bladder spasms, but all in all, it was a fairly easy process. GOD IS GOOD!</p><p>8. Braylin is not yet 2 and can work an iphone better than most adults. She will turn on music while she looks through pictures, plays her favorite games (yes, she knows which apps to push and will occasionally text or Facebook message people.) Sorry to those of you who have gotten jumbled messages.</p><p>7. Braylin is catching on and learning the songs we sing everyday. The sweetest thing is to hear her sing the "Special Song". We will be riding in the car and she will start singing, "Daddy, daddy daddy dear"-- It melts my heart every single time!</p><p>6. Braylin loves babies. She loves her Bubba most of all, she loves baby dolls and she loves seeing babies in public. She may offend everyone around though, because she can't get the word "baby" down. Every time she sees a baby she says, "A puppy, Mama" I love that Braylin loves her Bubba and will call him nothing else. She can say "Cam" and she can say "den". When I say, "Braylin, say Camden" she smiles and says "Bubba"!</p><p>5. She can be quite bossy, She will tell everyone where to sit so she can play exactly how she wants to. She often has me sit on the floor next to Bubba while she "fixes" my hair. This consists of painfully brushing through my hair then finishes it off with some lotion. The finished product is as beautiful as it sounds.</p><p>4. Braylin loves her Bible and loves reading it before bed every night. She is often too distracted by looking through her Bible to sing the songs. That's a pretty good problem to have, I think.</p><p>3. Everyone who meets Braylin and spends any time with her, comes up with the same adjective to describe her..."busy". (Maybe this is why it has taken me so long to blog.)</p><p>2. Braylin has the same routine every morning. When I wake her up and change her diaper, she sings "sots and shoes, sots and shoes", as soon as I get her socks and shoes on, she asks for a bow. Once the bow is in, she asks for a "powse". Once she has a purse, she says "bye" and blows a kiss to go out the door. (This is our version of "If you give a mouse a cookie". With us it's "if you give Braylin socks..."She LOVES going places. Even if it is just to the driveway.</p><p>1. Braylin is at such a fun stage. She is learning so many words every day. She repeats what I say. She wants to help and will generally do what I ask of her. She loves to "peep" (sweep), bring things to Bubba, wash her hands, go "side" (outside), "pway" (play) and watch "Bora" (Dora, but mainly because she loves Boots). Visiting "Nanny" and "Poppy" is a favorite, even though we constantly correct her to say "Nanna". Okay, I am getting out of hand as clearly this is more than 1 point. Braylin turns 2 in 5 days, so maybe I will blog more then... No promises.....</p><p><br /></p></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBGE2asN7Mw/TZyB-_eWyAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pLCZqQVqdLk/s1600/IMG_1053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBGE2asN7Mw/TZyB-_eWyAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/pLCZqQVqdLk/s320/IMG_1053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592487756477941762" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXaiOa6bSM/TZyB-oF0vvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cU7vPshMlUI/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXaiOa6bSM/TZyB-oF0vvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cU7vPshMlUI/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592487750201032434" /></a>Our sweet snuggle bugs!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPcclV1qHyc/TZyB-nryo6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Z5GicN55VWQ/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPcclV1qHyc/TZyB-nryo6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Z5GicN55VWQ/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592487750091842466" /></a>This is Braylin prepping for Surgery. She had no idea what was coming! <div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH7LBWWEf6s/TZyB-Z747pI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FMC4_-CR8pA/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH7LBWWEf6s/TZyB-Z747pI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FMC4_-CR8pA/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592487746401267346" /></a><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /></p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-62788408947721156562010-12-16T08:40:00.000-08:002010-12-16T09:09:45.865-08:00Update<div><p>Well, Camden is following in his sister's footsteps. He has 2 teeth at 4 months! I know it may be a weird thing to say that he loves his teeth, but he really does. He will spit out his paci and suck on his teeth. It's pretty precious. We are going to the Dr. next week, but I think he is pretty close to passing Braylin up in weight. He is so stinkin heavy!</p><p>Braylin has been battling UTI's again. We were at the ER last night because she had a fever of 104.4 *ugh. My poor baby girl! The good news however, is that we FINALLY have a surgery date. January 31st she will have surgery at Cook's. We are so ready to get this over with and to hopefully be done with UTI's.</p><p>Christmas is almost here, and we couldn't be more excited. We are actually getting to have time to celebrate this year. Braylin is ready too. She points at the presents under the tree and says "peas?". We are looking forward to having some down time with family. </p><p>I have not done a very good job documenting all the words she says, but a few that she says the most are "puppy" "kiki"(kitty kitty) "foe"(phone) "es hot" (it's hot) and "Bubba e Bubba" (she says "e" for "its") </p><p>It's so sweet that Braylin loves Camden so much! They are both pretty sensitive when it comes to the other one crying. Which often ends up with everyone crying. </p><p>Here are a couple of pictures from last week. </p></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TQpFqIgWcbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1SUvS_NaRjc/s1600/IMG_0580.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TQpFqIgWcbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1SUvS_NaRjc/s320/IMG_0580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551326080827552178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TQpFpwzsJ7I/AAAAAAAAAws/DKdP68X97VE/s1600/IMG_0575.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TQpFpwzsJ7I/AAAAAAAAAws/DKdP68X97VE/s320/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551326074466215858" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-45219691443024039862010-11-30T08:58:00.000-08:002010-11-30T10:06:52.752-08:00My big ole babies having a Merry Thanksmas!<div><p>I woke up this morning with a strange sadness about how big my babies are. Camden is 4 months old today. 4 months...somehow I feel like I have missed out on his newborn stage. (this could be that it only took him 3 weeks to far surpass his age range in clothes, but still....I'm so sad that it's already gone.) I still have baby weight hanging around to remind me, but that's not quite the reminder I am looking for. Anyway, besides Camden, I was watching a video of Braylin from 2 months ago, and it is AMAZING how much she has grown. She is understanding more, mimicking more (which is scary sometimes) and saying more words and ideas every single day. It is fun and exciting but also makes me a little weary thinking of the unknown struggles I will soon be facing.</p><p>We are running full force into the holidays. We had to combine holidays and have them both early to have almost everyone (we missed you Jacob) together for the Kindberg family gathering. It was properly named "Thanksmas" and was worth every second of time together. Josh and Jessica were wonderful hosts, Granny and Pop Pop did way too much with gifts (THANKS again) and we enjoyed seeing Aunt Sarah and meeting Justin (Sarah's boyfriend).</p><p>We spent the rest of the week at Nanna and Poppy's house. We hung out sorta decorated for Christmas, went to the light parade and watched the Thanksgiving Day parade and dog show over and over. </p></div><div>Just for comparison sake, here is Braylin at 4 months eating rice cereal for the first time. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU6JdPjx1I/AAAAAAAAAwk/4n8MPZzOHfM/s1600/STP62728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU6JdPjx1I/AAAAAAAAAwk/4n8MPZzOHfM/s320/STP62728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545402450319755090" /></a>Here is Camden at 4 months eating rice cereal for the first time. Like Braylin, he was a huge fan! It's okay to laugh...the comparison is hysterical!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU5G0RIS2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/mTrUPM_D0qo/s1600/IMG_0555.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU5G0RIS2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/mTrUPM_D0qo/s320/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401305449122658" /></a>Braylin and Daddy are watching the light parade.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU48XNKloI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jhNp6_MnBg0/s1600/IMG_0538.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU48XNKloI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jhNp6_MnBg0/s320/IMG_0538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401125849175682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU48EHn9II/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ub4ctPUQBfY/s1600/IMG_0521.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU48EHn9II/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ub4ctPUQBfY/s320/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401120725660802" /></a>Braylin "helping" decorate the Christmas tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU473X6ghI/AAAAAAAAAwE/G3ltowZryFQ/s1600/IMG_0494.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU473X6ghI/AAAAAAAAAwE/G3ltowZryFQ/s320/IMG_0494.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401117304324626" /></a>And here are some "Thanksmas" Pics<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU47M5wksI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EScC0_krTio/s1600/IMG_0483.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU47M5wksI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EScC0_krTio/s320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401105903555266" /></a>Aunt Sarah is amazing and gave Braylin her first haircut! We LOVE it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU46_i7iQI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XPTrhvoLLSk/s1600/IMG_0481.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU46_i7iQI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XPTrhvoLLSk/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545401102318143746" /></a>Camden snuggling with Sarah<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4QvprGNI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UprA5uMzXbM/s1600/IMG_0144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4QvprGNI/AAAAAAAAAvs/UprA5uMzXbM/s320/IMG_0144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545400376496953554" /></a>Uncle Tim came over and hung out for a night too! Cam seemed to enjoy spending time him :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4QSCpxgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nh1DLt95jnQ/s1600/IMG_0140.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4QSCpxgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nh1DLt95jnQ/s320/IMG_0140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545400368548660738" /></a>Granny had the magic touch with Camden. She could put him to sleep when no one else could!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4P0q-9zI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uBrmXXBhmdw/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU4P0q-9zI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uBrmXXBhmdw/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545400360664758066" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Braylin loved playing at the park She still loves to swing and had a blast playing with the "bawl" (her precious little accent) and she liked sliding with aunt Jessica.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU16UackKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/LUDuZsbjgAg/s1600/IMG_0104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU16UackKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/LUDuZsbjgAg/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397792204951714" /></a>One socked Camden chillin with Uncle Josh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU16HoRSII/AAAAAAAAAvM/2YhPsrKlz3I/s1600/IMG_0105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TPU16HoRSII/AAAAAAAAAvM/2YhPsrKlz3I/s320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545397788773271682" /></a><br /><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-91997065403230372922010-10-27T15:55:00.001-07:002010-10-27T17:41:03.308-07:00Check-ups!<div>Today both Camden and Braylin had checkups. While Braylin was a CHAMP with her shot, Camden struggled (and is still sensitive) with his 3 shots. Poor little guy...</div><div><br /></div><div> Camden is almost 3 months</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TMiu9MNZWlI/AAAAAAAAAus/qU5lkPaR5lo/s1600/IMG_0378.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TMiu9MNZWlI/AAAAAAAAAus/qU5lkPaR5lo/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532864508497320530" /></a>Mr Chubkins weighed in at a whopping 17lbs and was 26 inches long (The nurse measured twice thinking she had to have been wrong)<div> </div><div> Braylin is 18 months<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TMiu8U9TKZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/okw8S06cU_k/s1600/IMG_0375.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TMiu8U9TKZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/okw8S06cU_k/s320/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532864493665855890" /></a>Little Miss Cowgirl weighed in at 25lbs and was 33 inches tall.<br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-43135288317477084832010-10-14T10:01:00.001-07:002010-10-14T10:31:22.012-07:00Just pics<div>This is a long time coming, and these pics are way out of order, but it's better than nothing!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HopXtPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Nk97SkiihIo/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HopXtPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Nk97SkiihIo/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527953169488262386" /></a>Bray at Jill and Kevin's pool<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HnFTfsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WLuwlqMPk1k/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HnFTfsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WLuwlqMPk1k/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527953169068555970" /></a>The sweetest big sister. (She can be quite aggressive when it comes to loving on her bubba. "Bubba" is her new favorite word!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HXxjEEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/85awefG_Lc8/s1600/IMG_0304.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc8HXxjEEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/85awefG_Lc8/s320/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527953164959158338" /></a>Our bathtub escapee<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7K-l0VcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uhgQql4m0ZE/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7K-l0VcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uhgQql4m0ZE/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527952127406921154" /></a>Camden and poppy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7KTD6xyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/I7keyiK7fZs/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7KTD6xyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/I7keyiK7fZs/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527952115722012450" /></a>Camden and Pop Pop<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7KDXpTcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3H1P7Ej1qww/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7KDXpTcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3H1P7Ej1qww/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527952111509786050" /></a>Braylin and Granny<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7JRd0BII/AAAAAAAAAs8/rOlJqvrPK-M/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7JRd0BII/AAAAAAAAAs8/rOlJqvrPK-M/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527952098113881218" /></a>Camden and Great Grandma Kindberg<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7JAUDgiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YssDD-v3T7M/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc7JAUDgiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/YssDD-v3T7M/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527952093509550626" /></a>T I N Y Camden and Daddy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc64npX5DI/AAAAAAAAAss/B2R6UmZEmak/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc64npX5DI/AAAAAAAAAss/B2R6UmZEmak/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951812010173490" /></a>Braylin and Daddy matching<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc64AVHaGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lyDlyd1E-6Y/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc64AVHaGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lyDlyd1E-6Y/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951801456224354" /></a>Good times with the Grubbs!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc63_kFb-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/5ZfaZhzISOU/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc63_kFb-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/5ZfaZhzISOU/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951801250574306" /></a>Snuggle time with Daddy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc637vXVeI/AAAAAAAAAsU/j4F5wQYyR_I/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc637vXVeI/AAAAAAAAAsU/j4F5wQYyR_I/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951800224142818" /></a>BIG Girl!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc63rS4fUI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yA2FtEtP9BM/s1600/IMG_0249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc63rS4fUI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yA2FtEtP9BM/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527951795809713474" /></a>Granny and Camden<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6GIpPyKI/AAAAAAAAArc/PicqVTehy5g/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6GIpPyKI/AAAAAAAAArc/PicqVTehy5g/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950944694683810" /></a>Aunt Traci with Bray and a little bit of Paisley.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6GJYwxDI/AAAAAAAAArU/VjN-UAiZAqE/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6GJYwxDI/AAAAAAAAArU/VjN-UAiZAqE/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950944893977650" /></a>Uncle Jake and Braylin at the hospital.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FxvJzYI/AAAAAAAAArM/gUPNryD2mig/s1600/60531_1372937489843_1423972290_30838915_1520757_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FxvJzYI/AAAAAAAAArM/gUPNryD2mig/s320/60531_1372937489843_1423972290_30838915_1520757_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950938545442178" /></a>COUSIN DUSTY!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FvKCZ2I/AAAAAAAAArE/8AhE1H8mOFg/s1600/59821_1372939009881_1423972290_30838922_3874596_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FvKCZ2I/AAAAAAAAArE/8AhE1H8mOFg/s320/59821_1372939009881_1423972290_30838922_3874596_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950937852897122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FrPj0eI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XuxoNpxVhWs/s1600/59821_1372938889878_1423972290_30838919_6249640_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc6FrPj0eI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XuxoNpxVhWs/s320/59821_1372938889878_1423972290_30838919_6249640_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950936802316770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5qoZ5SoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AaUwQ27t1Us/s1600/IMG_0128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5qoZ5SoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AaUwQ27t1Us/s320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950472183892610" /></a>In Austin with Cousin Dusty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5qLgBvbI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nrCUfXLwKvc/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5qLgBvbI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nrCUfXLwKvc/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950464424983986" /></a>The Sweetest Babies in the world!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5piFiFtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/435AtVXCkQ4/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5piFiFtI/AAAAAAAAAqk/435AtVXCkQ4/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950453308004050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5pfftOrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/5pUdG-mEkkg/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5pfftOrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/5pUdG-mEkkg/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950452612479666" /></a>Humpty Dumpty at 2 months!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5pFX8sQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/l060YYPQOuY/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TLc5pFX8sQI/AAAAAAAAAqU/l060YYPQOuY/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527950445600616706" /></a><br /><p>This is a splash of the last 10 weeks. Hope you enjoyed!</p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-43973580167158205212010-09-21T08:37:00.000-07:002010-09-21T10:56:49.791-07:00I know, I know. It's about time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg8nULT_I/AAAAAAAAApk/8yD7qjie9_M/s1600/IMG_0019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg8nULT_I/AAAAAAAAApk/8yD7qjie9_M/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408675292925938" /></a><p>These past 2 months have been exciting, stressful, long, adventurous, busy, and wonderful. We closed Zida July 27th. We decided to have Camden induced on July 30th. Fortunately, mom and Jacob were there to help us. I want to focus this blog on sweet Camden boy, but there are lots of details to share as well.</p><p>Camden Lee was born July 30th at 12:19pm. He was 8 lbs 1 oz and 20 1/2" long. He made quite the dramatic entrance into this world. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his little neck and the Dr. could not unwrap it. He was delivered very quickly and the NICU team was called because he was not responding. They immediately grabbed him and called for Joel to follow them. In the NICU they were working hard to get him to breath. There was not a more precious and glorious sound in the world other than his sweet little cry. After a few minutes he was okay.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg714GiaI/AAAAAAAAApc/5As2AS1_kVU/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg714GiaI/AAAAAAAAApc/5As2AS1_kVU/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408662021835170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg7TvU_tI/AAAAAAAAApU/Z--lBgDztXM/s1600/IMG_0036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg7TvU_tI/AAAAAAAAApU/Z--lBgDztXM/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408652858228434" /></a><p>Nanna and Jacob brought Braylin up to the hospital to meet our little guy. Nanna and Jake immediately loved him. Braylin...not so much. Whoever was holding Camden, Braylin wanted all their attention. Joel and I braced ourselves for coming home to work with Braylin to adjust to him. Once we got home though, she LOVED him. She is still such a proud sister and loves to take people to him and will point and talk about him for as long as you will listen (granted, you can't understand a thing she is saying!)</p><p>A few days after birth, we found out that he had MRSA (as well as momma and Braylin) We were all put on antibiotics and everything was okay (mostly)</p><p>2 weeks after his birth we had him circumcised and the next day got in the car to move to Texas. (During those 2 weeks, we had a garage sale, finished up at Zida and packed up or house. INSANITY!!! We are so grateful to all our family and friends who helped. We literally could not have managed without you)</p><p>Camden at the Dr. Office</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg6oPlK6I/AAAAAAAAApM/gSZtpEA0CYg/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg6oPlK6I/AAAAAAAAApM/gSZtpEA0CYg/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408641182346146" /></a><p>Our Texas trip took 7 days and as crazy as it sounds, it was a wonderful adventure for our little family. (Realize I am writing this many weeks after the fact. I am thankful that I can look back on it as a good time!)</p><p>We got to Texas via LA to visit Jill and Kevin and Arkansas to visit Joel's family. (Yes, I realize this was not the quickest way! Many people like to point that out.)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg6Vpte2I/AAAAAAAAApE/7GG9bxriYZQ/s1600/IMG_0064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjg6Vpte2I/AAAAAAAAApE/7GG9bxriYZQ/s320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519408636191669090" /></a><p>Bray in the car watching movies</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfBeNuzaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/L7ixMHALk4g/s1600/IMG_0067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfBeNuzaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/L7ixMHALk4g/s320/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406559726063010" /></a>At a hotel<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfA9m-xgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mFCdVrns6qA/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfA9m-xgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mFCdVrns6qA/s320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406550973597186" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfAbEa60I/AAAAAAAAAos/gtyUAUwyIh4/s1600/IMG_0078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjfAbEa60I/AAAAAAAAAos/gtyUAUwyIh4/s320/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406541701835586" /></a>Lunch break one day<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJje_5RjCcI/AAAAAAAAAok/qLoUa0G9xTg/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJje_5RjCcI/AAAAAAAAAok/qLoUa0G9xTg/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406532630088130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJje_u_QXhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/104CudIAI1k/s1600/IMG_0087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJje_u_QXhI/AAAAAAAAAoc/104CudIAI1k/s320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519406529869012498" /></a><p>The day after we got to Texas, Joel and I interviewed to be house parents at Happy Hill Farm Academy. The next day we got the job and have been working and trying to settle in since. (We are really enjoying the job and the 5 teenage girls that have been entrusted into our care. They are great with the kids and have really opened up to us even in this short time.)</p><p>The week we got here, we really became concerned with Camden's circumcision, and turns out, we had good reason. He had surgery yesterday to fix it. Thankfully, he did really well and will hopefully will heal quickly and correctly.</p><p>Braylin has also seen a dr here as she is still dealing with UTI's. We are looking forward to seeing a specialist and getting her fixed up as well.</p><p>As you can tell, this has been an intensely chaotic time, but we can see and feel how God had and continues to have His hands around us and guides us through each day. We are blessed beyond belief.</p><p>Minor side note, Joel started seminary a couple of weeks ago as well, and is loving it. It is awesome to see God moving in our lives and for the opportunities we have been given.</p><p>As far as Camden goes, he is a sweet baby boy. He LOVES being held and snuggled. He will literally sleep all day if someone would snuggle him (there are plenty of volunteers, don't worry!) He has grown so much already. He is a BIG boy. We have nicknamed him Chubba Bubba. At his 1 month appointment he was 12 lbs 7 oz and at his procedure yesterday (6 weeks) he is 14 lbs 10 oz. This boy obviously loves to eat and rarely skips a meal. He makes the sweetest sounds and is even okay with his sister patting his head, or belly, or pulling at his toes, etc. I think these 2 will be very close!</p><div><br /></div><div>I know Cam does not look happy in this pic, but it was taken at 1 month old and I wanted to show that he officially lives on a farm by wearing overalls!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjefcNar8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/NUxSDiRKk3s/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjefcNar8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/NUxSDiRKk3s/s320/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519405975072321474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeewGkIPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ATgy4Nc22b4/s1600/IMG_0112.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeewGkIPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ATgy4Nc22b4/s320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519405963232420082" /></a>Precious Boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeehSwijI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gm7QPrgjfco/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeehSwijI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gm7QPrgjfco/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519405959257033266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeeCX_DhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XyKXolSSDes/s1600/IMG_0122.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeeCX_DhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XyKXolSSDes/s320/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519405950957456914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeduRPfRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/4k43TZU4zzQ/s1600/IMG_0132.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TJjeduRPfRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/4k43TZU4zzQ/s320/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519405945560464658" /></a>Recovering from the surgery in just a t-shirt.<div><br /></div><div>I have tons more pics I want to share, but I have to get them from Joel's phone. I wanted to go ahead and post this, and I will have a follow up blog with pictures. Sorry it took so long, but thanks for the much needed grace in getting this up!<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /></p></div></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-17607077423039455352010-07-22T15:09:00.000-07:002010-07-22T15:41:29.137-07:00Change is here!<div style="text-align: center;">No, Camden is not here yet, but this is a crazy time for us. For those of you who don't know, we are in the final stages of liquidating our store. Yes, an insane task right before having another child. Our goal is to be done by the end of July, so we can focus on Camden's arrival at the beginning of August. Once he is born and gets cleared, we are moving back to Texas. Joel is starting Seminary in Dallas on September 7th. We are still trying to work out the other details of our lives, and would appreciate prayers for those to be worked out. It will be such a blessing being close to family!</div><div><p>An update on Braylin:</p><p>Our sweet little girl has been battling UTI's for about 2 months (that we have known, at least). After going to several Dr's and having several less than pleasant tests run, we found out that she has reflux. She is having to take daily antibiotics to clear up and prevent more infection for about a month. Once we are in TX, we will be seeing a specialist about having a procedure done to hopefully correct the problem. If it doesn't work, we will be looking at a more invasive surgery.</p><p>We know that God is sovereign and has a plan for us and can more than take care of Braylin. Even though things are hectic, we are looking forward to the next chapter in our lives to see what the Lord has for us.</p><p>Thank you all for your love, support, and prayers during this crazy time.</p><div>I added some random pictures from the last month.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGvnZktqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vx0yGJJSur0/s1600/STP63387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGvnZktqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vx0yGJJSur0/s320/STP63387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861866538088098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGvDwxYII/AAAAAAAAAnU/8X6Hzeu8yIA/s1600/STP63402.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGvDwxYII/AAAAAAAAAnU/8X6Hzeu8yIA/s320/STP63402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861856971710594" /></a>Joel needed to use the car to take some kids to lunch, so he brought in Braylin's car seat. She loved her seat being in the living room. She just wanted to be strapped in with a couple of toys with the TV on. It felt a little abusive or neglectful, but I cant lie...I got a lot done around the house that afternoon!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGugNonYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/h0Y16flDDV4/s1600/STP63393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjGugNonYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/h0Y16flDDV4/s320/STP63393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861847429094786" /></a>We had a heat wave come through, and it was a bit miserable without a/c. It drained everyone of energy. Braylin NEVER falls asleep in our laps, but she was obviously worn out.<div><br /></div><div>We have great friends who have helped watch Braylin so Joel and I can both be up at the store getting things done. This is her very favorite friend, Enoch. She lights up even when she just sees a picture of him. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TEjIhtU3vEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/19LaO9w4bXE/s320/Braylin+in+her+swimsuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496863826634062914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /></p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-69230313285287085122010-07-06T15:46:00.000-07:002010-07-06T16:13:35.516-07:00graham crackers and bible stories...life is goood!<div><p>Things have been so crazy around here. Braylin and I got to stay home and have our normal routine yesterday. It was wonderful. I know I blogged yesterday, so it is a shock that I am blogging today. When I blogged, I realized how terrible I have been about taking pictures. Braylin had a couple of picture worthy moments yesterday, and I wanted to share.</p><p>Braylin is a little climber. She loves to climb into chairs. Yesterday all she wanted to do was sit in her rocking chair with her toddler Bible. She talked and "read" for a looooong time. It was very adorable!</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0omeHVXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dYECBtNinwI/s1600/STP63375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0omeHVXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dYECBtNinwI/s320/STP63375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490930980309390706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0oKqjGzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WMULRZHbJpo/s1600/STP63383.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0oKqjGzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WMULRZHbJpo/s320/STP63383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490930972845349682" /></a>Later, Braylin and I were in the living room. She walked out, but I figured I could stay seated for a few minutes before chasing after her. After a few minutes I realized it was very quiet which made me very nervous. When I turned the corner to the kitchen, this is what I found.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0nr193fI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qEqkIU6K7oM/s1600/STP63384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0nr193fI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qEqkIU6K7oM/s320/STP63384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490930964571741682" /></a>Our tall little girl pulled down the whole box of graham crackers and dug right on in.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0nNtMHmI/AAAAAAAAAms/Sw46_crS0Z4/s1600/STP63385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDO0nNtMHmI/AAAAAAAAAms/Sw46_crS0Z4/s320/STP63385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490930956481863266" /></a>She managed to take a bite out of each one in the package. The good news is, I had just mopped the floor. The bad news is, I had just mopped the floors. I am learning as a mom, nothing stays clean for long!</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my little Munchkin and could not be more blessed by this little girl!<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /></p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-19819356752906797652010-07-05T10:19:00.000-07:002010-07-05T10:57:37.201-07:00Catching Up<div>Sorry people, but I don't have many pics to show. I have gotten terrible about taking them, which yes, I regret. I'll still catch you up on the things that have been going on though.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb6LyhiHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HwndJ8pho3k/s1600/STP63349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb6LyhiHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HwndJ8pho3k/s320/STP63349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481582129121394" /></a>This picture was Brayin just being cute before church. <div><br /></div><div><p>Mom and Dad came out and visited the last week in June. We had a blast! We went to the coast and it was BEAUTIFUL. (Which, if you have ever been to the Oregon coast, you know it's a rarity) We thought Braylin would love playing in the sand, but she was pretty terrified. She would do anything she could not to touch it. She ended up sitting in Poppy's lap the whole time. Mom got to go to the Baby Shower for Camden with me. We were blessed by the shower and the fact that mom was there. We are starting to feel more ready for Camden to be here. The countdown to Camden has begun...1 month! While mom and dad were here, Braylin had to have a test run at the hospital. She is having urinary tract problems. We are going to a specialist July 14th, so we will know more details then.</p><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb5otKSPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wKWao11TW_U/s1600/STP63314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb5otKSPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wKWao11TW_U/s320/STP63314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481572711385330" /></a> The shower hostesses.</div><div><br /></div><div><p>4th of July was a fun family day (despite having to work). It started with Mommy and Braylin cheering dad on in the Butte to Butte (6.2 mile run). We went to church where Braylin showed off her walking skills. Work, then we grilled sausage and hamburgers while Dad did little fireworks for Braylin. Her new favorite saying is "Oh Wow". And that is all she said the whole time. She LOVED the fireworks. Paisley on the other hand....not so much. We gave her Benadryl, but that didn't really work. We were so afraid she was going to have a heart attack from all the noise. We thought we lost her at one point, but after much searching the house, found her squeezed UNDER Braylin's crib. What a protector we have...a dog that hides under the baby.</p><div><br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb4ji2JII/AAAAAAAAAmU/-yScVZi_nF4/s1600/STP63372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb4ji2JII/AAAAAAAAAmU/-yScVZi_nF4/s320/STP63372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481554146075778" /></a> Braylin watching the fireworks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb3uu1usI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j-RIGz2N490/s1600/STP63373.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb3uu1usI/AAAAAAAAAmM/j-RIGz2N490/s320/STP63373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481539969301186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb26CmJ7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/XON6USkfpAM/s1600/2010-07-04+09.40.36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TDIb26CmJ7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/XON6USkfpAM/s320/2010-07-04+09.40.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490481525825087410" /></a>The butte to butte runner. We are so proud of all of you!<br /><p><br /></p><p>Braylin has been walking for about a week now. At first, she walked with her hands above her head for balance, but she is getting better. Now, she keeps her hands in her armpit (looks like chicken wings). She is slowly working her way down. You can tell she is pretty proud of herself. It's crazy to see how many changes Braylin has made and how big she is getting. She is more and more of a blessing every single day, and more and more fun too!!</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /></p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-60746244363352226662010-06-07T11:35:00.000-07:002010-06-07T12:01:09.770-07:00Sunday Fun day!<div>We took the day off from work and went to Roseburg. We hung out with our friends Brook, Val and Charlie and went to Wildlife Safari. I can't lie, I was a bit nervous about how Braylin would handle the animals since she was terrified of the fish at the aquarium. But to our surprise and delight, she loved it! (When she noticed them. She was too busy playing with Charlie.) Braylin and Charlie were the best tour guides as they babbled back and forth. It was so sweet! After the safari, we went back to Brook and Val's and let Braylin and Charlie play. These pictures are completely out of order, but it will have to do. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-7Pwa7xI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LBQUWhUOxV4/s1600/STP63287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-7Pwa7xI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LBQUWhUOxV4/s320/STP63287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480105509142589202" /></a>Braylin loved the pretty flowers on the porch. (Due to her Mother's brown thumb, she had not experienced this before.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-6voAV6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/wHpHN8t3RgQ/s1600/STP63285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-6voAV6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/wHpHN8t3RgQ/s320/STP63285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480105500517357474" /></a>Our family photo on the porch swing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-6AxpIyI/AAAAAAAAAls/oLS1f7dxg9k/s1600/STP63281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-6AxpIyI/AAAAAAAAAls/oLS1f7dxg9k/s320/STP63281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480105487941313314" /></a>As you can see through the pics, they both loved playing with plastic spoons.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-5pWbufI/AAAAAAAAAlk/KCE42VWRvZQ/s1600/STP63280.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-5pWbufI/AAAAAAAAAlk/KCE42VWRvZQ/s320/STP63280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480105481653172722" /></a>Looking out the window at their dads.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-5KHihgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-MGawFe15Po/s1600/STP63278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0-5KHihgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-MGawFe15Po/s320/STP63278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480105473269204482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA096pHK0sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tu8dgtjNzLM/s1600/STP63290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA096pHK0sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tu8dgtjNzLM/s320/STP63290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480104399257391810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA096Hb3svI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T_hpD587OyU/s1600/STP63289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA096Hb3svI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T_hpD587OyU/s320/STP63289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480104390217413362" /></a>Yes, Braylin is filthy, but it was all good fun! She had just stolen the spoon from Charlie and was quite pleased about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA089u7ibcI/AAAAAAAAAkc/R-v6TRDhXhs/s1600/STP63277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA089u7ibcI/AAAAAAAAAkc/R-v6TRDhXhs/s320/STP63277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103352847199682" /></a>Milkshakes at Sonic were buy one get one free! Braylin loves a good milkshake!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0888zpLtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AyfsDM6-h00/s1600/STP63276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA0888zpLtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AyfsDM6-h00/s320/STP63276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103339392315090" /></a>This picture was taken in honor of Mavis and Aunt Judy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA088bxhecI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fKQSwrTJq4U/s1600/STP63272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA088bxhecI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fKQSwrTJq4U/s320/STP63272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103330525051330" /></a>I really tried to get a picture of Braylin looking at the animals. This was the best I got. (giraffe)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA087ZJ6GNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j8ywQq7lNbQ/s1600/STP63269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA087ZJ6GNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j8ywQq7lNbQ/s320/STP63269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103312642152658" /></a>Bear<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA086y1-NPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Tmigc4PTZok/s1600/STP63268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/TA086y1-NPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Tmigc4PTZok/s320/STP63268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103302357988594" /></a>It was such an adventure. Braylin loved not being in her car seat, and most of all wanted the camera. I snapped this just in time before she grabbed it. Look at those blue eyes!<div><br /></div><div>It was a WONDERFUL day. Thanks Brook and Val for taking us on a Safari and letting our kids play! We love you guys!<p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-57153599166291215162010-05-20T19:22:00.000-07:002010-05-20T19:25:41.341-07:00My little Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_XvAM3HoyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LbwSe_1A25k/s1600/STP63233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_XvAM3HoyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LbwSe_1A25k/s320/STP63233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473543708870157090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu_6bGq3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/NjBVxO2RcwU/s1600/STP63232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu_6bGq3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/NjBVxO2RcwU/s320/STP63232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473543703920814962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu_LbPQ1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/7E8Uf7U1AP8/s1600/STP63230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu_LbPQ1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/7E8Uf7U1AP8/s320/STP63230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473543691304911698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu-qvjyKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9JNF4GpvQRY/s1600/STP63229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S_Xu-qvjyKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9JNF4GpvQRY/s320/STP63229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473543682531772578" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-68275471359418129482010-05-13T10:43:00.000-07:002010-05-13T16:48:09.710-07:00Update<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div>It seems like I can never be satisfied. In some aspects of life, I want things to speed up. But as I look at these pictures, my baby girl is getting too big too fast. Although, we are loving every minute of this "big girl" stage. Wait...I need to back up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Braylin's 1 year stats (never got these posted)</div><div><br /></div><div>Height: 32 1/2 " (99th percentile)</div><div>Weight: 20 lbs 6 oz (33rd percentile)</div><div>Head: 18 1/2 " (91st percentile)</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I feed my child. I feel like she eats all the time, but the doctor still seems concerned that she isn't gaining enough. These first pictures are proof. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7zySPUPI/AAAAAAAAAio/Jxos-96lncs/s1600/STP63227.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7zySPUPI/AAAAAAAAAio/Jxos-96lncs/s320/STP63227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470813408205951218" /></a>For Dad's birthday, we went to Portland for some shopping and eating. Braylin is loving Macaroni Grill (above) and some Pretzel (below)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7zs6GS7I/AAAAAAAAAig/dVjV9v2PbA8/s1600/STP63223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7zs6GS7I/AAAAAAAAAig/dVjV9v2PbA8/s320/STP63223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470813406762519474" /></a>We had a beautiful day several weeks (okay, over a month) ago that Joel and I decided to drop everything we were doing and take Braylin to the park. We need to remember to do this more often since time does fly and she is growing up so quickly. (I get so stuck in the stuff I just "have" to do, I sometimes forget to just enjoy the day and time with Braylin)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7y1T8D4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/zIrV17gJurQ/s1600/STP63220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7y1T8D4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/zIrV17gJurQ/s320/STP63220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470813391838515074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7yZCXc0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m8Ld5ZVoP2g/s1600/STP63216.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w7yZCXc0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m8Ld5ZVoP2g/s320/STP63216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470813384248619842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w68UUP-WI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_309PfB9oKE/s1600/STP63215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w68UUP-WI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_309PfB9oKE/s320/STP63215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812455268514146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w67_FNWHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xUj0CCvF1uU/s1600/STP63213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w67_FNWHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xUj0CCvF1uU/s320/STP63213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812449568282738" /></a>She L O V E S to swing. It took us a while to get her to play on anything else.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w67bxD5NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SpshSYuto1I/s1600/STP63212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w67bxD5NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SpshSYuto1I/s320/STP63212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812440088536274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w667OnTWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0uImr5vC6_A/s1600/STP63210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w667OnTWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0uImr5vC6_A/s320/STP63210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812431354121570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w66aAUlfI/AAAAAAAAAho/u0nuuftl99A/s1600/STP63209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-w66aAUlfI/AAAAAAAAAho/u0nuuftl99A/s320/STP63209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470812422435804658" /></a>Okay, now to the "Big Girl Stage"<div><br /></div><div>This week has been a big week for us. I found a snake in our storage shed (Yes, I flipped out!) but on a much better note, Braylin got to spend some time with her Daddy yesterday and she took <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">3 steps</span> from the chair to his arms. We are about to have a walker on our hands. (Which I had to admit will be nice so I don't have to bend all the way to the ground to pick her up!) The picture below will help you all understand why. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S-yOZIThMLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hbMHRCzniaE/s320/STP63236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470904209725534386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><p>Camden is a growing boy too (I can't believe I am already in my 3rd trimester...YIKES!) Just when I think life is crazy but I'm getting the hang of it, he'll be here to keep me on my toes...</p><div><br /></div><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p><p><br /></p></div></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-79051091891296359432010-04-15T10:16:00.001-07:002010-04-15T23:08:11.209-07:00Monster Blog<div>Sunday April 11th, our Braylin girl turned 1 year old. It was a great excuse for us to go on a much needed family vacation away from reality. We loaded up after church and headed to the great city of Seattle. This blog is not going to be for the faint of heart. I decided not to narrow down the number of pictures, because I knew our families would want to be a part of everything we did for Braylin's 1 year extravaganza! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It started off with a hearty breakfast off eggs and biscuits. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6SRovlVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Qjt9Y4x_XHk/s1600/STP63111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6SRovlVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Qjt9Y4x_XHk/s320/STP63111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537896344720722" /></a>She ate so much she needed a before church nap. Thank you thank you Granny and Pop Pop for my birthday shirt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6R403ElI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0CDjA5IrINo/s1600/STP63115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6R403ElI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0CDjA5IrINo/s320/STP63115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537889684656722" /></a>Once we got to Seattle, we went straight to cake.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6RO8HnWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/04LjKMNU3QA/s1600/STP63118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e6RO8HnWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/04LjKMNU3QA/s320/STP63118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537878440811874" /></a>Yes, we put our child in the bath tub to eat cake, but it was the easiest way to clean up the mess. I highly recommend it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e53HhD7LI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-kfCmcJLMM8/s1600/STP63128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e53HhD7LI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-kfCmcJLMM8/s320/STP63128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537429771676850" /></a>If you can't tell, she LOVED it!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e52Qab79I/AAAAAAAAAhA/UgttsqMOUSk/s1600/STP63133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e52Qab79I/AAAAAAAAAhA/UgttsqMOUSk/s320/STP63133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537414979940306" /></a>Our hotel was across the street from Lake Union and we loved walking around looking at all the yachts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e51ge3ZuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Utw8MEXgh4s/s1600/STP63141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e51ge3ZuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Utw8MEXgh4s/s320/STP63141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537402113615586" /></a>We went to a crabhouse for lunch, and they gave Braylin an ice cream Sundae for her birthday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e50yEzzLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KIqqggQ31Aw/s1600/STP63147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e50yEzzLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KIqqggQ31Aw/s320/STP63147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537389656296626" /></a>The next day was our day of tourism. We went to the Seattle Aquarium. Braylin is still a bit too young to understand the concept of cut out pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e50VY8UnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ijqkLrP_6pQ/s1600/STP63159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e50VY8UnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ijqkLrP_6pQ/s320/STP63159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460537381956113010" /></a>We thought she would just love watching the fish swim around. Turns out, it scared her to death when those fish would swim in her direction. Everyone around thought it was pretty funny. She would flail her arms and cry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3bo0qTxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/37OF0kj51Aw/s1600/STP63160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3bo0qTxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/37OF0kj51Aw/s320/STP63160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534758652661522" /></a>She did however like to be under the fish as they swam above us at a safe distance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3bBr70AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/dNkUyy8kH7g/s1600/STP63161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3bBr70AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/dNkUyy8kH7g/s320/STP63161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534748147077122" /></a>Somehow the seals and sea otters were not so scary.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3ZnFh7fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NXCc3Zf0aag/s1600/STP63166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3ZnFh7fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NXCc3Zf0aag/s320/STP63166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534723826806258" /></a>We then went to Pikes Place Market.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3ZBlIN9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Gy3gCgRln0/s1600/STP63171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3ZBlIN9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Gy3gCgRln0/s320/STP63171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534713758791634" /></a>They are known for the fish throwing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3Yiu2JMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aB340AwGXJs/s1600/STP63173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e3Yiu2JMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aB340AwGXJs/s320/STP63173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534705478051010" /></a>This nasty looking fish was still alive and would flop every now and then...disgusting!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2zQfbiiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ijaFtYK74Zs/s1600/STP63174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2zQfbiiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ijaFtYK74Zs/s320/STP63174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534064926394914" /></a>We visited the original Starbucks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2yXl-PeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6tCMLFvDO0U/s1600/STP63176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2yXl-PeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6tCMLFvDO0U/s320/STP63176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534049653013986" /></a>We ate lunch at a restaurant (Athenian) that Sleepless in Seattle was filmed in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2x7X3rUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/V0YAk3SJywY/s1600/STP63179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2x7X3rUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/V0YAk3SJywY/s320/STP63179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534042077670722" /></a>It was documented!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2w2icNUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Gim4Fr4LfMg/s1600/STP63181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2w2icNUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Gim4Fr4LfMg/s320/STP63181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534023599961410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2wGrEccI/AAAAAAAAAfY/R_mLWEqPDPM/s1600/STP63182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8e2wGrEccI/AAAAAAAAAfY/R_mLWEqPDPM/s320/STP63182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534010751250882" /></a>Of course we saw the space needle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKjRuGtbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GVKJHc-IN0s/s1600/STP63186+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKjRuGtbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GVKJHc-IN0s/s320/STP63186+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460415043122673074" /></a>Then we ended the trip with a Seattle Mariners Baseball game.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKiyQ03SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Noq-87RAqyE/s1600/STP63197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKiyQ03SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Noq-87RAqyE/s320/STP63197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460415034678369570" /></a>It was cold, but the food sure was good!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKiQ9IwAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YZLpajgo6Ic/s1600/STP63200.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKiQ9IwAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YZLpajgo6Ic/s320/STP63200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460415025737416706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKh2L_nbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/emL0biUk_B8/s1600/STP63201.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKh2L_nbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/emL0biUk_B8/s320/STP63201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460415018551975346" /></a>On our way home we stopped and got Braylin a new big kid seat. You can tell that she LOVES it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKhDyId1I/AAAAAAAAAew/htYkpF-vgrs/s1600/STP63208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8dKhDyId1I/AAAAAAAAAew/htYkpF-vgrs/s320/STP63208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460415005021730642" /></a>We had the greatest trip. Seattle did not disappoint. I'm incredibly thankful for the gift of little Braylin and the chance to celebrate such a wonderful little life. Although we won't be able to keep up Birthday celebrations like this one, I am thankful for the opportunity to take this chance while we had it.<p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-3863475360447738072010-04-12T12:52:00.000-07:002010-04-12T13:03:34.552-07:00Sneak Peek<div>We are in Seattle for a few days celebrating Braylin's Birthday. (It was just a good excuse for a much needed getaway.) I'll post more later, but I wanted to give everyone a sneak peek of our Birthday celebration. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7VrJON3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/tYF0No7aYrw/s1600/STP63113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7VrJON3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/tYF0No7aYrw/s320/STP63113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342785592047474" /></a>Wearing a shirt from Granny and a hoodie from Uncle Josh and Aunt Jessica (made by Amanda Kilgore)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7VDnmA4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/zDaruMXJjis/s1600/STP63120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7VDnmA4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/zDaruMXJjis/s320/STP63120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342774982017922" /></a>Our hotel room had a big jacuzzi tub, which was perfect for a cake mess!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7U_GJ_qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WVzarIi6zmQ/s1600/STP63123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7U_GJ_qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WVzarIi6zmQ/s320/STP63123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342773768027810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7UDGhVQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wUCiLUNiYRI/s1600/STP63131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7UDGhVQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wUCiLUNiYRI/s320/STP63131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342757663429890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7TvfV7XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wOS9rNw8JyE/s1600/STP63155.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S8N7TvfV7XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wOS9rNw8JyE/s320/STP63155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459342752398830962" /></a><div>Day 2 of celebration wearing a "1" t-shirt from Veronica. </div><div><br /></div><div>Much more to come. We are having a blast!</div><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-47474392333218792132010-04-04T20:51:00.000-07:002010-04-04T21:17:51.142-07:00Happy Easter!<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Last Easter (2 days old)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljR1vc69I/AAAAAAAAAeA/TufkkfkaFrs/s1600/braylin+1st+easter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljR1vc69I/AAAAAAAAAeA/TufkkfkaFrs/s320/braylin+1st+easter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501581671099346" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This Easter (11 months 3 weeks old)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljRmoInoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KP8IZG4JLuI/s1600/STP63083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljRmoInoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KP8IZG4JLuI/s320/STP63083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501577613876866" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our little baby is getting so big. She loves carrying her purse!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljQ97GrII/AAAAAAAAAdw/Hgb4qBVMXUw/s1600/STP63093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljQ97GrII/AAAAAAAAAdw/Hgb4qBVMXUw/s320/STP63093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501566687587458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her first Easter egg<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljQUiOTJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OI6XKFtXCHo/s1600/STP63097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljQUiOTJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OI6XKFtXCHo/s320/STP63097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501555577375890" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We wanted a family picture even though it was freezing and started to rain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljPngiuaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DCc92CzRYDA/s1600/STP63104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S7ljPngiuaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DCc92CzRYDA/s320/STP63104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501543490730402" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We came back inside to play, but sharing was a bit harder than it looks!</div><div><br /></div><div>The weather didn't quite cooperate with our plans, but Braylin was still the cutest most accessorized girl at church! (Not that I am biased!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Easter everyone!<p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-47681221734414918452010-03-27T20:00:00.000-07:002010-03-27T21:34:35.221-07:00A week with Aunt Jill<div><br /></div><div>Joel took the youth kids on a mission trip over Spring Break. Braylin and I really missed him, but Aunt Jill came to spend the whole week with us. We had to work the store most of the time, but we still managed to have fun. Here is a recap of the week:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Working with mom and Aunt Jill is so much fun!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONzOWdyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mAaFNwWstvM/s1600/braylin+and+mommy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONzOWdyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mAaFNwWstvM/s320/braylin+and+mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453522935276271394" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We went shopping several times!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONXS_reI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JB7Vc--7qp0/s1600/shopping+cart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONXS_reI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JB7Vc--7qp0/s320/shopping+cart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453522927779556834" /></a>Braylin would wave at people passing by or coming into the store. What a friendly welcome! (We are training her early!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONAN4W5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/X6cBiYWOTC0/s1600/braylin+in+window.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67ONAN4W5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/X6cBiYWOTC0/s320/braylin+in+window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453522921584090002" /></a>Braylin loves the pretty girl in the mirror. She stopped giving us kisses and would only kiss the mirror. (Is the word "Zida" rubbing off on her??) *Zida means vanity in chinese.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67OMy4WCsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rmRyEtztfqU/s1600/braylin+in+mirror.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67OMy4WCsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rmRyEtztfqU/s320/braylin+in+mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453522918004099778" /></a>She loved crawling to the shiny jewelry and would try so hard to get it in her mouth. (She was just checking to see if they were real diamonds)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67OMSo-JtI/AAAAAAAAAco/uFYeBy8KNFo/s1600/braylin+in+corner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67OMSo-JtI/AAAAAAAAAco/uFYeBy8KNFo/s320/braylin+in+corner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453522909349684946" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We had a mini Birthday Party</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67IBVKPd6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/lQz0cCg_EOY/s1600/before+sweet+life.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67IBVKPd6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/lQz0cCg_EOY/s320/before+sweet+life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453516123977775010" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She liked mommy and Jill's dessert better than the cupcake<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67Hs2I1_OI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yH-lcOpI1nA/s1600/during+sweet+life.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67Hs2I1_OI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yH-lcOpI1nA/s320/during+sweet+life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515772053028066" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And she finished off with a cookie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HscAqr0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8ZpOAXrmqPw/s1600/cookie+at+sweet+life.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HscAqr0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8ZpOAXrmqPw/s320/cookie+at+sweet+life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515765039411010" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She rode the carousel (not the easiest thing at this age)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HsNTXLrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LScjL0s-J5I/s1600/riding+the+carousel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HsNTXLrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LScjL0s-J5I/s320/riding+the+carousel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515761091292850" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loved it though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HrwQ6YvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/c18yNFfDw-I/s1600/carousel+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67HrwQ6YvI/AAAAAAAAAcA/c18yNFfDw-I/s320/carousel+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515753296388850" /></a><div>Aunt Jill and Uncle Kevin got her new toys. The lion was so helpful because she could cruise in the store on her own.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67Hq4dErXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BwlVb5Icock/s1600/braylin+and+lion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S67Hq4dErXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BwlVb5Icock/s320/braylin+and+lion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453515738315009394" /></a>We had such a good time. Thank you again Aunt Jill for all your help, especially at such short notice. It is such a blessing to have you in our lives. </div><div><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-65526098089798113162010-03-10T19:27:00.000-08:002010-03-10T20:28:10.343-08:00Oh, how time flies!<div><p>My sweet little angel is 11 months old. She is more and more fun every day. I have spent the past hour trying to figure out how to get the video from my camera on to this computer, and have officially thrown in the towel. Braylin is now crawling (if that's what you want to call it) It looks a bit like you would picture the hunchback of Notre Dame if he were to crawl. She stays very hunched and crawls sideways...it is quite entertaining! She is also walking along everything, and I am quickly realizing how unprepared and not child friendly our house is. She is also developing quite the personality. She had started making a face that we couldn't figure out. Then we realized she is mocking me. Apparently when I laugh, I toss my head back, close my eyes and laugh with my mouth wide open. She will look at us and throw back her head, closes her eyes tight and smiles as big as she can. (It's pretty darn cute!)</p><p>Her Baby BROTHER is growing too! I am 19 weeks along and feel like my belly doubles in size daily. We are thrilled to be having a boy and are beginning to look at and think about boy stuff. It feels like a major shift of gears. It will also be quite the challenge to create a nursery the two of them can share, but we are up for the challenge!</p><p>During the past few weeks, we got to have Joel's parents come out and stay with us as well as going on a very quick and packed trip to Texas (Sorry I didn't have a chance to see all my friends there. It was a crazy time!)</p><div><br /></div></div> In preparation for Jack and Karla's arrival, Braylin and I weeded the flower beds. (Man, you can tell by this picture that it was much needed.) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoT6vJI_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/G415WNI5xCM/s1600-h/STP63034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoT6vJI_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/G415WNI5xCM/s320/STP63034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447218440698405874" /></a>Braylin ended up eating dirt and crying that she was eating dirt. It was a continued cycle until I gave up and went back inside. It was such a pretty day though!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoSgzMQBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/P1DDI8Bp7-0/s1600-h/STP63037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoSgzMQBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/P1DDI8Bp7-0/s320/STP63037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447218416556195858" /></a> Granny Karla was helping her get ready for church in her pretty new outfit!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoSOOrg6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/w5GJQ5A3XwQ/s1600-h/STP63040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hoSOOrg6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/w5GJQ5A3XwQ/s320/STP63040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447218411571217314" /></a>After church, Braylin got to have Mucho Gusto for the first time (and maybe the last) She had to go straight to the bath tub.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn4pcbUuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nOJcWxvWX74/s1600-h/STP63045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn4pcbUuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nOJcWxvWX74/s320/STP63045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217972200035042" /></a> We went to visit Uncle Jay and Aunt Traci and they got her those CUTE monkey pajamas! You can tell she pretty much loves them!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn36lsmYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K-K-4JaoshQ/s1600-h/STP63046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn36lsmYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K-K-4JaoshQ/s320/STP63046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217959622449538" /></a> And she snuggled right into Nanna to go to sleep. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn3K9EJmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/up0NePvlJFo/s1600-h/STP63050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn3K9EJmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/up0NePvlJFo/s320/STP63050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217946835560034" /></a> The weather in Texas was PERFECT! We got to go on several walks. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn2hD6hWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vFhH-nqQ02Y/s1600-h/STP63053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn2hD6hWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vFhH-nqQ02Y/s320/STP63053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217935589999970" /></a> This one wore her out!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn1iHhawI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UD5BQ64pUM0/s1600-h/STP63062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S5hn1iHhawI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UD5BQ64pUM0/s320/STP63062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447217918693698306" /></a>This picture is for my dad and anyone who knows my dad. Mom and Dad took Braylin to the bow store. Girlfriend has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">28</span></b></span> bows....a little over the top, you think? She may not have been born in Texas, but by golly she will look like she was!<br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-26515771306571918002010-02-14T19:04:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:33:27.637-08:00First Valentines (and 10 month post)<div>Well, I am late again with the 10 month post, but I now have new pictures. As for this past month, she has seemed to develop and grow by the day. She is quite the chatter box and is trying really hard to mimic everything said (even the preacher during church!) Joel has been absolutely incredible working extra long hours at the store alone and letting me stay home with Braylin. Being home has helped her development tremendously. We got a bad report card at our 9 month appointment, so we have had some ground to make up. With hard work and tears, Braylin is eating really well and gaining weight, she is scooting across the floor, going from laying to sitting and now standing. She is also giving kisses if you ask! We are so proud of the progress she has made and expect her to try walking in no time. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for Valentine's weekend:</div><div>(Caution: Church of Christ people, don't freak out or hold this against us!)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i63xdxtLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/drvyKKLdDG4/s1600-h/STP63007.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i63xdxtLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/drvyKKLdDG4/s320/STP63007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438302017383675058" /></a> It started by getting ready for the big Valentines dance at church. <div><div><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i63XJSP5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ck8-W0DzzRQ/s1600-h/STP63008.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i63XJSP5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ck8-W0DzzRQ/s1600-h/STP63008.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i63XJSP5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ck8-W0DzzRQ/s320/STP63008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438302010318405522" /></a> Our adorable little Valentine!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6mvNByWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GGZB-cHFzPU/s1600-h/STP63010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6mvNByWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GGZB-cHFzPU/s320/STP63010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301724718778722" /></a> This was the best family photo we could get out of her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6mBF3hEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gBYBWPK2_jY/s1600-h/STP63013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6mBF3hEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gBYBWPK2_jY/s320/STP63013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301712340714562" /></a> Dancing with Dad</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6lJ06EnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CmBlsRAeluo/s1600-h/STP63022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6lJ06EnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CmBlsRAeluo/s320/STP63022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301697505628786" /></a> Hanging with the girls and Logan. This is the boy that she stood up and kissed on the mouth last weekend. She got in big trouble by her daddy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6kZmp3XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SbUqsXWv1iY/s1600-h/STP63027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6kZmp3XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SbUqsXWv1iY/s320/STP63027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301684560944498" /></a>She had her first experience with Hawaiian Time. Delicious, but that rice is extremely sticky. I wish you could see the other leg, because it was covered in rice. It took forever to scrub off, but she LOVED it- the rice, not the scrubbing. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6juiiVZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qcMJkbYl6XA/s1600-h/STP63029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S3i6juiiVZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qcMJkbYl6XA/s320/STP63029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301673000949138" /></a>Valentines ended with new Paul Frank pajamas. Aren't they so cute! Pop Pop and Granny gave her these for Christmas, but it just now warm enough for her not to need the feet. Valentines seemed like the perfect day to pull them out. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has been awesome month, and the next will be even better. We find out in just a few days if we are having a boy or girl. We'll let you all know!<p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div></div></div></div></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-23974739955338847632010-01-18T18:09:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:27:32.509-08:009 Month News<div>Our sweet girl is growing up before our eyes. Her 9 month stats are:</div><div> 30 inches tall and 18 pounds.</div><div><br /></div><div>This post is a little late, but better late than never (I'm pretty sure I have written that before.)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVZKo1fMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a9CbGakL6Ts/s1600-h/STP62973.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVZKo1fMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a9CbGakL6Ts/s320/STP62973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268447961545922" /></a>This is happy big Braylin before the double ear infections, pink eye, sinus infection and (yes there is an "and") impetigo. POOR THING...don't worry she has been (a little too) spoiled rotten!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVYvsn-CI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g-fc8Ix4YNk/s1600-h/STP62976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVYvsn-CI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g-fc8Ix4YNk/s320/STP62976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268440729679906" /></a>Today we took the youth group and Braylin to Splash. An indoor (for lack of a better term) water park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVLDylEvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T634j7Uj7RM/s1600-h/STP62977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVLDylEvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T634j7Uj7RM/s320/STP62977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268205605196530" /></a>BRAYLIN LOVED SWIMMING WITH DADDY!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVKiWoEbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-0KoVLCl-EU/s1600-h/STP62982.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVKiWoEbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-0KoVLCl-EU/s320/STP62982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268196629582258" /></a>She would pick her feet up and let Dad swing her around in the water.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVKK5ZalI/AAAAAAAAAY4/smsCcu9vqsg/s1600-h/STP62986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVKK5ZalI/AAAAAAAAAY4/smsCcu9vqsg/s320/STP62986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268190332971602" /></a>She loved to play with the "waterfall" in the baby pool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVJ3Kzq_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/tTcnnd6G7cc/s1600-h/STP62991.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVJ3Kzq_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/tTcnnd6G7cc/s320/STP62991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268185037286386" /></a>She wasn't too sure about the big waterfall getting water in her face. (She gets that from her mama!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVJTfJTFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TJV7ubf_2F8/s1600-h/STP62997.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/S1UVJTfJTFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TJV7ubf_2F8/s320/STP62997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428268175458913362" /></a>Sweet Daddy and Bray. It was very humid in there, so the camera kept fogging up and making blurry pics. I still love this pic though!<div><br /></div><div>This has been a wild and crazy month for us. Seems like it has been a roller coaster ride, but we are very pleased to know that Braylin is going to be a BIG sis! Baby Kindberg #2 should be arriving around August 5th. We couldn't be more excited about another baby even though we aren't exactly sure how we will be able to juggle everything. We know that God is in control and will lead us down the right path and iron out all the details for us. </div><div><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-73089658573837655322009-12-31T18:05:00.000-08:002009-12-31T18:26:06.572-08:00Christmas in pictures<div>Christmas with Braylin was such a blast. I could write all about it, but I think I'll just show Christmas in pictures. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cGsZ8vBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tOleUK0bTyM/s1600-h/STP62928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cGsZ8vBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tOleUK0bTyM/s320/STP62928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421590796492913682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cGNTRgnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DTjEcqFtuws/s1600-h/STP62929.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cGNTRgnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DTjEcqFtuws/s320/STP62929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421590788143415922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cF3-lb6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n1dNbFIBgAQ/s1600-h/STP62931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cF3-lb6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n1dNbFIBgAQ/s320/STP62931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421590782419496866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cFfQ8eEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JF5gIPU200w/s1600-h/STP62932.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cFfQ8eEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JF5gIPU200w/s320/STP62932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421590775785617474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1cE1Au4WI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h-sMVQwaPGY/s1600-h/STP62933.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1bczf1ynI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UWQRjMmkf60/s320/STP62940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421590076842166898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a3M59-CI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/va3tZOrvYmk/s1600-h/STP62942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a3M59-CI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/va3tZOrvYmk/s320/STP62942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589430827612194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a2n2fVoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mkrrYQ-Xvj8/s1600-h/STP62943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a2n2fVoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mkrrYQ-Xvj8/s320/STP62943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589420880909954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a2Akke4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_6xOTXZm9Cc/s1600-h/STP62947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a2Akke4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_6xOTXZm9Cc/s320/STP62947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589410336766850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a1RO1esI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sdCt-pfBTVY/s1600-h/STP62949.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a1RO1esI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sdCt-pfBTVY/s320/STP62949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589397629139650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a1GI81zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kFUMutfAGtk/s1600-h/STP62950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1a1GI81zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kFUMutfAGtk/s320/STP62950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589394651666226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Our sweet little sleepy head. Christmas can be exhausting!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z-T67j5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/sMKSVKGQ1hE/s1600-h/STP62952.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z-T67j5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/sMKSVKGQ1hE/s320/STP62952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588453458153362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z98UxO5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/gnNDQrCAeG4/s1600-h/STP62953.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z98UxO5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/gnNDQrCAeG4/s320/STP62953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588447124077458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z9aiJLDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/U97mBFHKebg/s1600-h/STP62955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z9aiJLDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/U97mBFHKebg/s320/STP62955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588438053366834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z9PPSJyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/F8gfLcdKT9c/s1600-h/STP62958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1Z9PPSJyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/F8gfLcdKT9c/s320/STP62958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588435021473570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZWidjVJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/W5yI9QG6jbs/s1600-h/STP62961.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZWidjVJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/W5yI9QG6jbs/s320/STP62961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587770166695058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZWTXZC_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/HzEcvZf1Ask/s1600-h/STP62963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZWTXZC_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/HzEcvZf1Ask/s320/STP62963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587766114323442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZV6XOtHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gYS8cu99eRc/s1600-h/STP62964.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZV6XOtHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gYS8cu99eRc/s320/STP62964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587759402759282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZVq-OFkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3PHAFMm1D2E/s1600-h/STP62965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZVq-OFkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3PHAFMm1D2E/s320/STP62965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587755271329346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZVG0hyDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szcMWLQv8_0/s1600-h/STP62966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Sz1ZVG0hyDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szcMWLQv8_0/s320/STP62966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587745567000626" /></a>This picture is proof she was spoiled rotten with Nanna and Poppy here. She expected to be held every moment!<br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-31813514145984902452009-12-24T15:03:00.000-08:002009-12-24T15:12:36.787-08:00In the "Nick" of time<div><p>As you can imagine, things have been pretty crazy around here. Mom and Dad arrived Monday to watch Braylin while Joel and I took care of the store. We have been meaning to get Brayllin's picture taken with Santa, but just hadn't made it happen yet.</p><p>On Christmas Eve (just before Santa started packing his sleigh), Nanna and Poppy took her to see Jolly Ole Saint Nick....and she didn't even cry. She didn't really smile, but she didn't cry, so that makes it a huge success!!</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP03RQn7SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CLwAilhM5G0/s1600-h/santa+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP03RQn7SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CLwAilhM5G0/s320/santa+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418944007019949346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP025wib-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mZ-ZxhBlsQ4/s1600-h/santa+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP025wib-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mZ-ZxhBlsQ4/s320/santa+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418944000711356386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP02h1K3NI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MQc_NxarCL8/s1600-h/santa+1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SzP02h1K3NI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MQc_NxarCL8/s320/santa+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418943994288331986" /><br /></a><p></p><div><p style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas to all!!</p><br /><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-23913342493312619652009-12-11T14:18:00.000-08:002009-12-11T14:42:22.627-08:00In the whirlwind of retail...<div><p>So, I am starting this blog with a not so proud mothering moment. My mom called today to tell Braylin "Happy 8 Month Birthday" to which my response was...."that's today?!" SAD-- Zida is overtaking my life I haven't even kept up with the date. It has been another Crazy month. Just before Thanksgiving we went to LA to stay with Jill and Kevin to do a buying trip for Zida. (The whole time we were down there I kept thinking I should take a picture of her in the fashion district shopping with us...but I never did. SORRY!) Our trip was great (except almost all of us got sick) Mom and Dad also flew in and we celebrated early thanksgiving together. Jake got to come hang out with us 2 days. It was a nice slower paced trip. Then we arrived back home to the whirlwind of retail. We survived black Friday and just have a few weeks to go with crazy ridiculous mall hours. I have promised Braylin that in January it won't be so crazy and that we will slow down and do something fun. I love Christmas, but I am looking forward to it just getting here without all the hectic days leading up to it.</p><p>Braylin has now mastered saying "mama" and "dada" (even though they are just noises and she is not directing them at us, we count it!) She sits up like a big girl, rolls over, loves to stand and have you walk with her, but no crawling yet. We went for a solid week with her sleeping through the night, but this past week she has really digressed. I hope it is just the cold and when it warms up she will be back in routine.</p><p>Braylin is asleep right now so I am just going to post the most recent pictures from the last month. I obviously need extra grace with everything that is going on....January WILL be better!</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJNkpGvWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Uyh1tsREOA0/s1600-h/STP62924.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJNkpGvWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Uyh1tsREOA0/s320/STP62924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110937064324450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJNKI7rXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/81lmBgvnVpw/s1600-h/STP62917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJNKI7rXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/81lmBgvnVpw/s320/STP62917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110929950059890" /></a> She was supposed to hold the sign for Poppy's birthday, but couldn't figure out what to do with her arms.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJMqJLLSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kNgMesCk2Ys/s1600-h/STP62916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJMqJLLSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kNgMesCk2Ys/s320/STP62916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110921361141026" /></a> With Uncle Jake at Jill's house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJMQU4ZJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KsyWBrPQhgY/s1600-h/STP62914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJMQU4ZJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KsyWBrPQhgY/s320/STP62914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110914430919826" /></a> Braylin got have Mashed Potatoes for Thanksgiving. She dove right in!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJL79wxrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0CdyOpwANXA/s1600-h/STP62913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SyLJL79wxrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0CdyOpwANXA/s320/STP62913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110908965242546" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153837411608677422.post-69432879765314192142009-11-11T17:26:00.000-08:002009-11-12T19:15:34.911-08:007 Months already??<div>How can my baby girl be 7 months old? The time is going so quickly, but Braylin and I had the talk last night that no matter how old she is, she will always be my baby girl.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtrUnkR2hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Sx1SMqJwQG4/s1600-h/STP62912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtrUnkR2hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Sx1SMqJwQG4/s320/STP62912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403030179923745298" /></a>Such a big girl sitting up in the chair. No, she is not crawling or rolling over much, but she can sit on her own. She loves to sit on the floor and play with her toys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtrUIugmtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1ahCHf4fp_w/s1600-h/STP62911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtrUIugmtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1ahCHf4fp_w/s320/STP62911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403030171645156050" /></a>These pictures are completely out of order, but it will have to do! We went to Sunriver last weekend for a church staff retreat, and Braylin saw snow for the first time. She didn't go out in it, but she saw it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq7McULJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HUDD5eS4zCI/s1600-h/STP62907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq7McULJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HUDD5eS4zCI/s320/STP62907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029743145856146" /></a>I let her "paint" with yogurt. She didn't love it like I thought she would. She wasn't even interested in licking her fingers. It might have just been too cold.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq64n6bKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c2llG50WCpc/s1600-h/STP62904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq64n6bKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c2llG50WCpc/s320/STP62904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029737825791138" /></a>This pic has nothing to do with Braylin, but we had some friends come visit from Minnesota, and the boys all got to go to the Duck game ...on halloween...when they worked USC. They had a blast!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq6YxoENI/AAAAAAAAAT4/liC_SEa0ghY/s1600-h/STP62897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq6YxoENI/AAAAAAAAAT4/liC_SEa0ghY/s320/STP62897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029729276596434" /></a>Okay, so I am not the best at taking pictures. Fortunately Jess and Amanda are, so I borrowed these from Facebook. THANKS you two!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq5hXvLLI/AAAAAAAAATw/fm_oWBq2qsY/s1600-h/15968_549673348679_63802981_32387552_6823643_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq5hXvLLI/AAAAAAAAATw/fm_oWBq2qsY/s320/15968_549673348679_63802981_32387552_6823643_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029714404060338" /></a>This was Braylin's halloween outfit. Jess made her the cute onesie and Amanda made the tutu. She looked so cute! (Y'all really need to start a business!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq5c_imAI/AAAAAAAAATo/r-dHqHaJNFU/s1600-h/14255_550005857329_63802981_32401550_1997026_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtq5c_imAI/AAAAAAAAATo/r-dHqHaJNFU/s320/14255_550005857329_63802981_32401550_1997026_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029713228830722" /></a>We went to Hendrick park (which is beautiful) Braylin took this picture from her stroller. (Well, she was asleep in her stroller, but she stayed nice and still to keep the camera in focus.)<div>From left to right: Adam, Amanda, Me, Joel, Jess and Aaron<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXgeFYvI/AAAAAAAAATg/5OqKf5KqDr4/s1600-h/13355_558824963677_54600485_32903948_3058554_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXgeFYvI/AAAAAAAAATg/5OqKf5KqDr4/s320/13355_558824963677_54600485_32903948_3058554_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029130046694130" /></a>Playing in her jumperoo. (she loves it!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXeKzaOI/AAAAAAAAATY/KD_du-suXUc/s1600-h/13355_558824818967_54600485_32903920_7845137_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXeKzaOI/AAAAAAAAATY/KD_du-suXUc/s320/13355_558824818967_54600485_32903920_7845137_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029129428953314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXCMuSUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rYOQye0XVHk/s1600-h/13355_558819220187_54600485_32903620_2559564_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqXCMuSUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rYOQye0XVHk/s320/13355_558819220187_54600485_32903620_2559564_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029121920813378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqWwxlABI/AAAAAAAAATI/wxzy-ZcWEBo/s1600-h/13355_558819215197_54600485_32903619_3623976_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqWwxlABI/AAAAAAAAATI/wxzy-ZcWEBo/s320/13355_558819215197_54600485_32903619_3623976_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029117243555858" /></a>Sweet Dad and Bray!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqWjgxDRI/AAAAAAAAATA/3zED-F1pvW8/s1600-h/13355_558819170287_54600485_32903612_4219080_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtqWjgxDRI/AAAAAAAAATA/3zED-F1pvW8/s320/13355_558819170287_54600485_32903612_4219080_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029113683381522" /></a>3 Men and a Baby. (The girls kept saying that all weekend when it was the boys turn to watch her.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtmc2rDZhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d59RST1yXyc/s1600-h/STP62906.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtmc2rDZhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d59RST1yXyc/s320/STP62906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403024823859504658" /></a>More snow (by the Willamette Pass on our way home.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmcYoVQOI/AAAAAAAAASw/I4zVX_8J8to/s1600-h/STP62889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmcYoVQOI/AAAAAAAAASw/I4zVX_8J8to/s320/STP62889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403024815795028194" /></a>Family pic before Joel went to the game.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtmb5DKc7I/AAAAAAAAASo/3A5et8PhWD4/s1600-h/STP62887.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/Svtmb5DKc7I/AAAAAAAAASo/3A5et8PhWD4/s320/STP62887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403024807317631922" /></a>They are just too cute!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmbR919cI/AAAAAAAAASg/WVxwRm4ZxCk/s1600-h/STP62885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmbR919cI/AAAAAAAAASg/WVxwRm4ZxCk/s320/STP62885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403024796826334658" /></a>On top of the butte overlooking Eugene.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmbHE63LI/AAAAAAAAASY/IEs_OiFAXnw/s1600-h/STP62878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFc0-1_IJrc/SvtmbHE63LI/AAAAAAAAASY/IEs_OiFAXnw/s320/STP62878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403024793903226034" /></a>So the not so happy part of the month... Braylin and I both got really sick. I ended up taking her to the dr. because she had such a high fever. We are not sure if it was the swine flu, but the dr wanted us to treat her for it just in case. She was so pitiful. She would fall asleep everywhere. It was sweet because she would fall asleep when I held her (which never happens) so it was good snuggle time. She did get better quickly, and we are so thankful for all the prayers for her. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe we are headed into month 8. It is going to be a good one. We are gearing up for the holidays. We have our tree decorated (pics to come) are headed to LA in 1 week for shopping/ early thanksgiving, and then the madness will begin. No promises on another blog anytime soon, but I will try my best to document the next month.<br /><p><br /></p><p> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/kindbergsig.jpg" /> </p></div>JKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959684796467905979noreply@blogger.com1