tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46932847575470554182024-02-22T11:57:32.459-08:00Hansen FamilyJared Hansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09294022361534929348noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-3222566739180727792011-10-30T12:09:00.000-07:002011-10-30T12:59:56.002-07:00Family Reunion<div style="text-align: center;"><b>June </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Millers organized a family reunion for my grandparents, their children, their children's children, and their children's children's children. All in all, I think they said that about 88 people came. It was a huge endeavor. I am indebted to all who were involved for the wonderful company, activities, and accommodations. Jared was just recovering from his surgery, so he was unable to make it. I had both the girls by myself in a suite. It was a lot easier to take care of both of them by myself than I thought. That was until Chloe got the stomach bug... And even though I caught it from her and ended up spending most of our return flight in the tiny bathroom, hunched over, it was a fantastic trip. The resort we stayed at had swimming pools, a private beach, and a lot of fun activities. I nearly cried when I saw posted on their bulletin board that they did free rubber duckie decorating! Here are a few photos of the things we did.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiGveWhRDEehPtsQZubrTskkpXYm1y7RJGHh986k88vVhHCH25iQK923EKCp6Yjqjpo0zfdEqvI2PLAshqUnpUFNLNmqFSU3vrho2pf-kjReO-NAnw1eNTQBCfQgIXkcwMyDVYpMJu2Go/s320/Image151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669376765970421458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Our duckies</div><div style="text-align: center;">
</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyheCtuqQsGCaZafPElJUQddC4ZbrssDLbDiR5jSA7K-V98wVEXsBEm1KWsMMgkSSDl-l65qxQswraDOG6DQoANoKUhVR68hOXszxKmTiUTR8da1ky5UQ684aKTBWiiE1-Xs1Nr9aD0iw/s320/DSC04386.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669366877051830658" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Becca and me boating</div><div style="text-align: center;">
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1Fi_vr4hwMLA28uqXnVjnaRifAlvid1VpvhxIeln-8KAkZWBnFw_S8hTMlU2R8dzDFdRH3neZt1yhtLyQZmHL8B6kG37sar6tys8PXrvoawA_fyui4KRnWw4W4cdCiuTMaH4faipub4S/s320/DSC04403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669367440704211954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div></div><div>Chloe, showing off her crown and facepaint with her best girl pals, Ella and Molly, my cousins' daughters</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptt1MnXIi3V7L9CJ15E_d0VGL9Jxo78w18qbDfaGG9KxCHMIAzx71X23J-KsAOas2kxTSBoWJe8qjf8kp7R5_IXBh3FyuIcYDUUKvk20xtzi7UK5Z8p010y7Qf8K4fa4hCHh-HpIcWId7/s320/DSC04411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669368540315509090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>Playing on "the beach"
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the most disappointing part of our trip. We went fishing with my uncles. Right off the bat, Chloe was catching fish, doing great. I even caught one too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxk-jWqFTDvf-WWZbc78gW5Aq0UEMCHCKaznUhLF_mUnLzvw4mGdg_5FSspLIz_ZZ35Hl1XogcXKkQUHzUhzDISvClCg5QUv3B0t3vAZsxBoAXoEmbHEYtL7N_CRgraw9G8zC-kBR8E5j/s320/DSC04426.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669369305422724658" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So far, so good, right? It was just then that my camera started to shake violently. This is the only usable picture that I have of Chloe with one of her many fish. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LxNlnuHf95NZORCL6UrerReiSylf7BxODP8ZDFYX4hJM_l7ZfuZBpmJz9ub-OQfuDrvS4y-N3y3g53prR-IVzsi_Sn_-Ei0KxpW91er_4BfjuePAGdWRnIBGasNzFmScghR1TzQgnuE3/s320/DSC04427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669369311880051922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">But here is where it got down right unfair. Chloe, while fishing with a little Barbie pole, got a nibble. She started to reel it in, and said to Grandpa Tidwell, "I'm done." He took the pole from her, only to realize that she had a huge fish on her line. He was reeling it in as best he could, but soon found out it was an 18" (at least) catfish. The net was on the other side of the pier, so we all scrambled to find something to catch it with. Unfortunately, by the time we found an acceptable replacement for the net, the fish had broken the line. This was the best picture I could get of it. It looks like one of those Sasquatch sightings, but I swear I had other witnesses.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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We were putting her in bed a while ago. Occasionally, if she is just too wound up to go to sleep, we'll tell her a "Princess Chloe" story. It's usually something either Jared or myself will just make up on the spot, hoping with each sentence she'll be that much closer to passing out. Here's how the last one went-<br>
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<span style="font-style:italic;">Once upon a time, Princess Chloe and her best friend Dragon were playing in the forest. They stumbled on a golden egg. They looked around, but couldn't figure out where it came from, so they took it home with them. <br>
They waited and waited for the egg to hatch, but soon they fell asleep. After they had fallen asleep, the egg started to crack. It hatched and out came Princess Fiona! She looked around and saw that they were sleeping, so she went to find someone to play with.<br>
She looked and looked, but couldn't find anyone else to play with. She soon realized that she was lost and it was getting dark, so she couldn't remember the way back to Princess Chloe and Dragon. She started to get really sad.</span><br>
(Insert FULL hysterics from Chloe!)<br>
"Mom!" She said through sobs "I don't want Fiona to be lost. She will be crying. I just want her to be safe."<br>
"Chloe, it's not the end of the story. We have to wait and see what happens." At this point, I started to panic. She rarely really pays attention or gets emotionally vested in these stories. I knew I had to make it good AND FAST. It took me 2 full minutes just to calm her down to hear the rest.<br>
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<span style="font-style:italic;">Princess Chloe and Dragon woke up from their nap and saw that the egg had hatched. They looked around but couldn't find anything. Princess Chloe noticed that the golden egg had golden footprints around it. She and Dragon decided to follow the footprints and they soon found Princess Fiona, who had been crying. She was so happy to see Princess Chloe and Dragon. They all went back home and had hot chocolate and cookies. The End.</span><br>
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Now every time she recounts the story, Chloe's favorite part is when they have hot chocolate. She still asks me why Fiona has to get lost. I guess from now on, our stories wont have conflict. English 101 must not have had my 4 year old in mind.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-25848482320801195992011-08-29T22:01:00.000-07:002011-08-29T22:18:57.507-07:00The Rule of ThreesI have heard it said that significant events happen in 3 and 7s. Luckily for us, it was 3s. Had 7 of these similar events happened, I might have lost my mind.<div>1st- We were very fortunate to have brought a beautiful, healthy, sweet baby girl into the world in January. Though she is a blessing, no one can deny that adding her to our family was a life-changing event. When she was just 6 weeks old we found out...</div><div>2nd- Jared had a tumor. He had been concerned about a lump on his shoulder that was not receding. At first he thought it was a pulled muscle, but after massage and chiropractics, he decided to ask our family practitioner, who ordered and MRI and within a week we were planning biopsies, radiation, and surgery up at Huntsman Cancer Institute. This made it a little difficult to do...</div><div>3rd- Move upstairs. We had been renting out the basement apartment in my parents home for some time. The space was needed for someone else, so we consolidated our things and moved into 2 of the bedrooms upstairs in my parent's home. This was quite a challenge for me because Jared was out of commission, Fiona was very much a hold-me-or-I-wont-sleep baby, and I was still trying to organize projects from when we moved in.</div><div>
</div><div>The good news is- we survived! Jared is healthy. His surgery went better than expected. Fiona is still healthy and strong as ever. She is lively and very loving. We are all still adjusting to living together upstairs, but so far things have gone very smoothly. Every day, I have to remind myself that we are lucky... this could have been a round of 7s. </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-57919321695567260882011-08-29T21:49:00.000-07:002011-09-07T10:44:22.164-07:00Mother JeevesI know this dates me, but generally I am the "Ask Jeeves" of my family. Unfortunately, either from mom-brain (which is a scientifically proven thing by the way!) or system over-load, I have been unable to perform my duties lately.
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<br>Usually things go something like this-<div>
<div>Jared: Hey, Amanda, who's that actress? The one with the funky feet?<br>
Me: Uma Thurman?<br>
Jared: Yeah, I don't like her...<br>
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Chloe (in a very desperate, sad voice): Mom, where is my purple blanket?<br>
Me: It's under your covers.<br>
Chloe: Oh thanks Mom!<br>
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Lately-
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Jared: Amanda, what is the name of that actor? The one in the movie I like...<br>
Me: I have no idea what movie or person you are talking about.<br>
Jared: You know, the one where it's winter...<br>
Me: I don't know<br>
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Chloe: Mom, where is my other glove?<br>
Me: I don't know. I think you lost it.<br>
Chloe: But why?<br>
Me: I don't know.<br>
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<br>I can only hope my abilities will soon recover, otherwise soon our whole family will be unanswered... and probably lost.
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She tore off another page and brought it to me. "Mommy, this is for you for being the best tv playing."<br>
Grandma got one for being "the best cookie making."<br>
Grandpa got one for being "the best smelling flowers."<br>
Fiona was "the best wiggling."<br>
We asked Chloe what she is best at. She said at first that she was "best at tv watching with Mommy tv playing." When asked again, she decided that she was also "best at snuggling duckies." <br>
Stay tuned for next year's awards!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-3320210061454245192011-02-13T14:51:00.000-08:002011-02-13T15:03:04.891-08:00The First MeetingWe have tried to get Chloe excited about having a baby sister. Whenever she saw her baby cousin, we'd remind her that mommy was having a baby just like her. She was totally on board for having a little sister. Still, she didn't quite get the idea of a baby when she first saw Fiona. She was all smiles, but then with a puzzled expression, she asked Jared, "Daddy is she not walking yet?" She tried to wave to her and told her Grandma, "Grams, she isn't saying hi back." Unfortunately, I think she expected to have a 3 year old baby sister. She is not disappointed though. She is absolutely enamored with Fiona. I don't believe that I have heard her real voice for almost a month now, as it raises 3 octaves whenever she sees her sister. "Ooooh, Baby Fiona... She's so cutie!" I hope it stays this way.
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I found out 3 days before my due date that my dad would be leaving on a business trip to New York on my due date. I was mistakenly under the impression that he would not be returning for 2 months. Frantic, I called up my doctor first thing Monday morning, asking to be induced the same day. Somehow, the stars aligned, and they said I could just go into the hospital at any time. Of course, after getting my doctors permission and such, I found out that it would not be 2 months, but rather 2 weeks that my dad would be gone. But it was too late, I had gotten my sights set on having the baby that day.
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">January 24th</span><br>
We got to the hospital around 11 am. They hooked me up to the Oxytocin at noon. Around 2:30 the nurse informed me that a doctor would be by at 3 to break my water. 3 o'clock came and went. Finally at 6:30, the doctor came in and broke my water. I asked the nurse when she might be checking on me again. She said in a few hours, but that she would be back at 7 to up the Oxytocin. I kept feeling a lot of pressure on my pelvis right around 7. I asked Jared if I should press the call button. He said I should just wait until she came back. She showed up at 7:15. Sure enough, we were ready to go. She called in my doctor, and at 7:49 Fiona Drew Hansen was born.
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Fiona weighed 8 lbs 4 oz. She was 19 1/2 inches long. She had a good amount of dark hair, though nothing compared to the mop that Chloe was born with. She screamed good and loud for the first 5 minutes. Even after bringing her home, she has not cried as loud as she did then. She is a sweet little baby, who is a wonderful addition to our family.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9CHwkJ7p6g8L2ceCxCUClPV0hUfpcJR9Ei25CeBAAJgVcfdTs3qVHq2ZXpnp49R9_K5dsoO3cP8v7X3UpWmut6AQUelu54nzamkv3_A9TwTf1Z_cGEzLyDLW-9kZHY9jIi8GULJQ6aak/s1600/DSC04053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9CHwkJ7p6g8L2ceCxCUClPV0hUfpcJR9Ei25CeBAAJgVcfdTs3qVHq2ZXpnp49R9_K5dsoO3cP8v7X3UpWmut6AQUelu54nzamkv3_A9TwTf1Z_cGEzLyDLW-9kZHY9jIi8GULJQ6aak/s320/DSC04053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573309454230809810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgVpEL3eXvWTcD6nmu1On4x42OpqzDbOuVtEjrc8nGRCbOOAX2UXIiFbIvYYxUMyEZrhZFEDodcHwM6jGn1q6I-F2Ok54jzuQG1Skp1XW_MraMKHM3KADY199KvCXATWGJgD6svRml3xr/s1600/DSC04104.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgVpEL3eXvWTcD6nmu1On4x42OpqzDbOuVtEjrc8nGRCbOOAX2UXIiFbIvYYxUMyEZrhZFEDodcHwM6jGn1q6I-F2Ok54jzuQG1Skp1XW_MraMKHM3KADY199KvCXATWGJgD6svRml3xr/s320/DSC04104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573309466186878354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d722nWTW6fSnQK7VGzLwIf3L0VwrQllnuO8fcKceSP_C4e8LqmJOMgOvtj_oUIiDmqZJMf-8UFpFiFO_mfGdQN5lomW5kyeBELUFSmtGvouabkVfFnl4HoIoruHK90Ebf0BJUiYQ0GLi/s1600/DSC04058.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d722nWTW6fSnQK7VGzLwIf3L0VwrQllnuO8fcKceSP_C4e8LqmJOMgOvtj_oUIiDmqZJMf-8UFpFiFO_mfGdQN5lomW5kyeBELUFSmtGvouabkVfFnl4HoIoruHK90Ebf0BJUiYQ0GLi/s320/DSC04058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573309471119982418" border="0" /></a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-55168249196339137692011-02-13T14:27:00.000-08:002011-02-13T14:30:22.416-08:00New YearsWe spent New Years Eve with the Hansens. We played games and did some karaoke too. As usual with the holidays, we had way too much junk food. <br>
As for our resolutions, Jared's is the same from last year. I would like to lose all the baby weight before my family reunion this June. We'll see how both turn out.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-34419727324557480932011-02-13T14:09:00.000-08:002011-02-13T14:26:31.270-08:00ChristmasWe were able to celebrate Christmas this year with both of our families. We spent the Christmas Eve at Jared's parent's house and then went over to mine for Christmas afternoon. We had delicious food and enjoyed being around both families.<br>
Christmas was more about the necessities for us this year. We got Chloe a duckie humidifier.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-n1JupfjrbRqGgHw9NWa400IvTtz7BERtSCroMKVORWKjYSwaYhmMTdeW8eCC3ZJ2kHXPbxt8hNLkuxjtjCB8paXfQy1ZdXdMi-3K4ZGxr9HcVCLNyb4RyzlWUowQkcICmYzeK3H84VNZ/s1600/DSC04022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-n1JupfjrbRqGgHw9NWa400IvTtz7BERtSCroMKVORWKjYSwaYhmMTdeW8eCC3ZJ2kHXPbxt8hNLkuxjtjCB8paXfQy1ZdXdMi-3K4ZGxr9HcVCLNyb4RyzlWUowQkcICmYzeK3H84VNZ/s320/DSC04022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573301460106248850" border="0" /></a>
As usual, the Grandmas rocked the house! I was thrilled to get diapers from my mom for the new baby. She also got Chloe a Polly Pocket roller coaster set.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswThfUnKJa64Fg3FiRIZcaoJwnXpad4i9Ai2s-qer6zP9kLaEWKp42RXUvXulDrcycVLtADLVKzZB9_sNnVyBGeerWVSVGcFdv3VxAeJhn-M8k8FQ_ubwJElL-sUm2uO_BDE8mWG_6S-I/s1600/DSC04040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswThfUnKJa64Fg3FiRIZcaoJwnXpad4i9Ai2s-qer6zP9kLaEWKp42RXUvXulDrcycVLtADLVKzZB9_sNnVyBGeerWVSVGcFdv3VxAeJhn-M8k8FQ_ubwJElL-sUm2uO_BDE8mWG_6S-I/s320/DSC04040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573301472963122562" border="0" /></a>Grandma Hansen gave Chloe an Abby Caddaby baby doll. I had been trying to find one of these for the longest time and she somehow did in time for Christmas too. Chloe loves it!
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt62K-OzcwzsuuiBtliod9AgRENwrtXbgLFYmdURZDrmAmI7jig7r0uyXH3HqlAtI_xOoYUFULGY_-Rr5_S0UqPZ-Ufhm0WervV5X-ckcK8o3aQa4bOTh3nrG-cIqQGYdxUHxu0_NWSt6C/s1600/DSC04036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt62K-OzcwzsuuiBtliod9AgRENwrtXbgLFYmdURZDrmAmI7jig7r0uyXH3HqlAtI_xOoYUFULGY_-Rr5_S0UqPZ-Ufhm0WervV5X-ckcK8o3aQa4bOTh3nrG-cIqQGYdxUHxu0_NWSt6C/s320/DSC04036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573301464727411410" border="0" /></a>We were pretty lucky this year. All Chloe asked Santa for was matching jammies for her and Dolly and a blue racecar (Hot Wheels). I am a little terrified of what she'll ask for next year considering how low key she was this year.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-33684924138503879832011-02-13T14:02:00.000-08:002011-02-13T14:07:56.929-08:00The SnowmanJared and Chloe love playing in the snow together. This year, we didn't really have a lot of great snow days, but they made the most of it.
In less than an hour, they had built this snowman. When Jared asked Chloe what they should call him, she told him it was Frosty. It almost seemed as though there was no other option. She talked for weeks afterward about how she and Daddy had built a snowman, and how he fell down (melted) the next day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialw-T796BoONpIGD3iM3AwIPMm1lYjZ-MPGYQmgGr_QrQRaAyh3W_IkCkV3DpmMpH4kiuGQa7dHYM36rGKtPZDw3YFywZQA2sMJiTBQ3b-mujYeoPbvTbQJULkGt-WRLjb5rST9hbxqA8/s1600/DSC03948.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialw-T796BoONpIGD3iM3AwIPMm1lYjZ-MPGYQmgGr_QrQRaAyh3W_IkCkV3DpmMpH4kiuGQa7dHYM36rGKtPZDw3YFywZQA2sMJiTBQ3b-mujYeoPbvTbQJULkGt-WRLjb5rST9hbxqA8/s320/DSC03948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573299186610392706" border="0" /></a>
Can you tell that she is holding his hand? Too cute!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-3504732116850206392011-02-13T13:33:00.000-08:002011-02-13T14:01:26.891-08:00Holiday ProjectsAnother year, another round of making myself crazy trying to come up with new and unique gift ideas.
PJs were a must this year! Jared got some U of U red pants and some green Kermit the Frog ones. Chloe kept asking Santa to bring some matching pjs for Dolly, so that she could sleep in her bed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7HvHxa1nAMHo682AKexmCn24tfPbRx7oBh8acR_IECcHD2T069na-ltKdeDLVd_XmMzj20npjMfi1T3VVIP7ZAppxKa9082It1uybphtcGZCDLNyQ6DvfKcyR9xdWRspANpY5nd0DNx7/s1600/DSC04018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7HvHxa1nAMHo682AKexmCn24tfPbRx7oBh8acR_IECcHD2T069na-ltKdeDLVd_XmMzj20npjMfi1T3VVIP7ZAppxKa9082It1uybphtcGZCDLNyQ6DvfKcyR9xdWRspANpY5nd0DNx7/s320/DSC04018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573294026413399154" border="0" /></a>The theme for the Hansen gift exchange this year was movies. I made a huge "movie blanket" for Jared's brother's family. They have 7 kids. The blanket ended up measuring 77 x 113 inches.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z2Wk4Iz4gYaG8aEFOGHIdFn5SO9YJUtw9R_996HWUFUqMIOEcuykIOs1YtIaRx2F0ImPUSSnPhhfiaMJWDXzQfM5Q6V6OIteGxRst8P2spj2M_quIuGxTXYFURAfJucThX59Es9OMTDQ/s1600/DSC04012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Z2Wk4Iz4gYaG8aEFOGHIdFn5SO9YJUtw9R_996HWUFUqMIOEcuykIOs1YtIaRx2F0ImPUSSnPhhfiaMJWDXzQfM5Q6V6OIteGxRst8P2spj2M_quIuGxTXYFURAfJucThX59Es9OMTDQ/s320/DSC04012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573294029544909794" border="0" /></a>I also made Jared some new rice heating pads in the new Jazz logo and Batman.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDejN95XZTc0uJBi0eg7LY89VuULXmY1V0UYybFkb9bIvRGvGSgI7F0tdAdFRyhyphenhyphenBuERj0OQC_v-kEDY-STdPwhMzlbqraIW8CVB1tZuoHGVJzJIT_73gNqazQj78BmrX30RHV0Va00lu3/s1600/DSC04045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDejN95XZTc0uJBi0eg7LY89VuULXmY1V0UYybFkb9bIvRGvGSgI7F0tdAdFRyhyphenhyphenBuERj0OQC_v-kEDY-STdPwhMzlbqraIW8CVB1tZuoHGVJzJIT_73gNqazQj78BmrX30RHV0Va00lu3/s320/DSC04045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573294046901029234" border="0" /></a>For my sister and her husband, I made matching BYU slippers. Since they both went on their mission to the Netherlands, I found this pattern for a clog style.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UW-H7sSTez90N0lGles4sjc44S9Ft3KWxZRv-tZFDdL5KQKf1rJBsUWUX-dke5yCS8RnfDinsdvoekXaYKpEneGZvJ7PcLTdtvoV75xmbm_8Hh7BcbszGLjTMd5Qh_RLN0t-hugP2hcR/s1600/DSC04037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UW-H7sSTez90N0lGles4sjc44S9Ft3KWxZRv-tZFDdL5KQKf1rJBsUWUX-dke5yCS8RnfDinsdvoekXaYKpEneGZvJ7PcLTdtvoV75xmbm_8Hh7BcbszGLjTMd5Qh_RLN0t-hugP2hcR/s320/DSC04037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573294041342271554" border="0" /></a>I had a lot of other ideas and plans that I wanted to execute this year, but (using the pregnant excuse again) I quickly ran out of steam. Still, I am fairly happy with how the rest turned out.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-50609005018253037512011-02-13T10:26:00.000-08:002011-02-13T10:34:52.477-08:00HalloweenThis year we went low key in our Halloween celebrations. My aunts were in town, so we did a little family get-together. We didn't attend any other parties this year or go trick-or-treating because Chloe came down with a cold. I was pregnant and Jared wasn't interested in dressing up, so Chloe was the only one really decked out.<br>
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My Dad made up a nickname for Chloe a little while ago that stuck and became the inspiration for her costume this year. Chloe loves to drink. She can down a full sippy-cup in 30 seconds or less, so he started calling her Aquagirl. I made it in blue, her favorite color, and with a duckie insignia on the chest. She loved the idea of the costume, but just like any little kid, she got tired of wearing it after 5 minutes.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKqbY7M5NYt5MfXgy0AZmTQs3MpJ7VhtIaUIA0Nobrha8dazyfsli5y0mBvBbylLOG7f2hlkoCwcmMwTH2Z-R7KXa0a2zAOnsdE82R-QLJ23eB_M8OhmsH4zzVUPPEBwRuKl3QUqu2w8Y/s1600/DSC03898.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKqbY7M5NYt5MfXgy0AZmTQs3MpJ7VhtIaUIA0Nobrha8dazyfsli5y0mBvBbylLOG7f2hlkoCwcmMwTH2Z-R7KXa0a2zAOnsdE82R-QLJ23eB_M8OhmsH4zzVUPPEBwRuKl3QUqu2w8Y/s320/DSC03898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573244229092408754" border="0" /></a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-71333250729383678432011-02-13T10:05:00.000-08:002011-02-13T10:26:21.787-08:00Chloe's Birthday PartyWe waited until my parents were back from Holland to celebrate Chloe's birthday with family and friends. I didn't realize when I invited all our family and friends, how loud all the kids would be. I think in the beginning Chloe was a little intimidated by all of them, but in the end, she was sad when all of them left.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMQWrufcrTITSyxBAZas8Ac0YtvWTlaGyBhZ2dH_IWu_5SHv-RBBybkmNJRkP39DuZJJsDXaoGPcpFv2GJxvePdtop6JGAdwSe9W-oSR-pckQuC2F9rluu9rTaHcI9tzrVtN6093iaSOc/s1600/DSC03900.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMQWrufcrTITSyxBAZas8Ac0YtvWTlaGyBhZ2dH_IWu_5SHv-RBBybkmNJRkP39DuZJJsDXaoGPcpFv2GJxvePdtop6JGAdwSe9W-oSR-pckQuC2F9rluu9rTaHcI9tzrVtN6093iaSOc/s320/DSC03900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573240564937686898" border="0" /></a>She had a duckie-themed party. We set out all of her rubber duckies on our ledge in the kitchen.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWMuJYhLKzApyGhW0KXlvMLEfOKexxm5XPdSde2CrbpP4rEbe3stKmg8eFFkLGA1wcODTc9SnwA1ptDfRP2RIe9APrFLMi6WZBn9CmGUfDjOqMYOREfMfGrxAKNo6z1LlCQet4DtbCKxo/s1600/2010-10-22+22.52.04.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWMuJYhLKzApyGhW0KXlvMLEfOKexxm5XPdSde2CrbpP4rEbe3stKmg8eFFkLGA1wcODTc9SnwA1ptDfRP2RIe9APrFLMi6WZBn9CmGUfDjOqMYOREfMfGrxAKNo6z1LlCQet4DtbCKxo/s320/2010-10-22+22.52.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573240592623547378" border="0" /></a>I made her a blue (of course) duckie cake, with balloons on the side. If you know any of Chloe's trademark phrases, you know that "Balloons make her happy."
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTmatmf2k7LBzmCfjZb_2KChhgpZq7qYSSLmm1mbuoO4MtxJ9oOXGvaMiCchgzGDp8MPEZMeC3I_JZ-TxAOS33GHYk5pz8yAjgHMZmDLTaMp1k3oGwD_uDXDqFCGC-gIRr-pws0baRZtw/s1600/DSC03931.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTmatmf2k7LBzmCfjZb_2KChhgpZq7qYSSLmm1mbuoO4MtxJ9oOXGvaMiCchgzGDp8MPEZMeC3I_JZ-TxAOS33GHYk5pz8yAjgHMZmDLTaMp1k3oGwD_uDXDqFCGC-gIRr-pws0baRZtw/s320/DSC03931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573240571658854034" border="0" /></a>Her cousins were really excited to try to help her blow out the candles on the cake.
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RpBhtOIJoGgazM8-9oYfpawMf0CQt__80xIewpZnYyUuD6WDYw4Z7A2AgjCyCTMHdi8zYfz6PooYq8l9oxLs7ciyh3sBdq-cMv5cqBCFMBfTQ2yUn9OvxQg35gl4Qmzx-XdJCkfB8_LN/s1600/DSC03933.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3RpBhtOIJoGgazM8-9oYfpawMf0CQt__80xIewpZnYyUuD6WDYw4Z7A2AgjCyCTMHdi8zYfz6PooYq8l9oxLs7ciyh3sBdq-cMv5cqBCFMBfTQ2yUn9OvxQg35gl4Qmzx-XdJCkfB8_LN/s320/DSC03933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573240584549236818" border="0" /></a>Each of the kids got a little goodie bag, attached to a balloon, with some candies and a mini rubber duckie inside. Everyone seemed to have a good time, but I think the next time we have that many kids for a party, we're doing it in a larger space!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-90121834123623236192011-02-13T09:46:00.000-08:002011-02-13T10:05:14.634-08:00Chloe's Birthday<div style="text-align: center;">My little girl turned 3 in October!
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QVDQWoF8kMCcgdTFXKf4yXve49s99MVXSOpDuXpRG1kriryAP2RbalOKFQPRySkPYtchSanfSAyZ4cKqrYteK4VuqE4jyAhdzq4ykj1oLv06-nDwpckJAK83_xNVw9xucsGkGHH-wtgU/s1600/DSC03860.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QVDQWoF8kMCcgdTFXKf4yXve49s99MVXSOpDuXpRG1kriryAP2RbalOKFQPRySkPYtchSanfSAyZ4cKqrYteK4VuqE4jyAhdzq4ykj1oLv06-nDwpckJAK83_xNVw9xucsGkGHH-wtgU/s320/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573234147834595970" border="0" /></a>She started out the day asking for pancakes and eggs which (like a normal 3 year old) she refused to eat once it was made.
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She got a haircut from Aunt Becca and then we headed to lunch at Chick-Fil-A, our birthday tradition with her.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafcKqupSWL7an_giZfbZkVJsyPvIV0-_dYUORNddyA87aNQPfMYB0McFMH3TdBHoevpDWAcJ5oXQbsb1h052jMb9YRIRv9aoAePHUiTlh67iSuL-sbP5WccKqdffsio0KvDX0YE24-No-/s1600/DSC03883.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafcKqupSWL7an_giZfbZkVJsyPvIV0-_dYUORNddyA87aNQPfMYB0McFMH3TdBHoevpDWAcJ5oXQbsb1h052jMb9YRIRv9aoAePHUiTlh67iSuL-sbP5WccKqdffsio0KvDX0YE24-No-/s320/DSC03883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573234174408045234" border="0" /></a>
The playplace at Chick-Fil-A was a little crowded, so we headed to the park to let her play.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYY0jeVadg_BIoEj6caes33bcme50e8I8BHEc6KV8SUVaZR8IYe8oFlf5GNSf6lOvau0hDKf6-5dJtl6L6ds3YEyGiJU0QDlS8kaA5UuSoemsXocYDWfkyfuiDShMXyQpftFYvND76VjZJ/s1600/DSC03893.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYY0jeVadg_BIoEj6caes33bcme50e8I8BHEc6KV8SUVaZR8IYe8oFlf5GNSf6lOvau0hDKf6-5dJtl6L6ds3YEyGiJU0QDlS8kaA5UuSoemsXocYDWfkyfuiDShMXyQpftFYvND76VjZJ/s320/DSC03893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573234186918443330" border="0" /></a>She spent the rest of the day watching Backyardigans. I made her a birthday cupcake with blue frosting, her favorite color. She had a great time, and wore herself out, which was great for us!!!
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For those of you who have not heard yet, we had our second girl. Fiona Drew Hansen was born January 24, 2011. She weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and measured 19 1/2 inches long. She is a sweet little baby who sleeps a lot, but also takes up a lot of my time and energy. (I.E. My excuse for not posting anything in a while!)<br>
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</div><div>A pregnant woman will toss and turn in the middle of the night. She'll be sore from sleeping on her side all night, but you better not let her out of bed. If you let a pregnant woman get out of bed, she will head straight to the bathroom.</div><div>After washing her hands with fruity soap, she will realize she is hungry. She will head to the kitchen to make herself a pre-breakfast bite to eat.</div><div>Before taking her first bite, she'll realize that she is not used to eating alone. She will sit down on the couch and turn on the TV for background noise. Soon after, she'll become annoyed/ sad/ shocked/ angry with the story running on the early morning news. She'll want to discuss the story with her husband.</div><div>At about that time, she'll realize that it is still very early in the morning and she will still have to chase after a soon-to-be 3 year old. She will clean up her plate and try to climb back into bed, but her sides will still be sore and her throat will start to tickle. </div><div>She'll get out of bed and pour a nice glass of ice water. She will start to relax again....</div><div>
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</div><div>Until she realizes that she needs to use the bathroom.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-75842373194863318842010-08-26T07:32:00.000-07:002010-08-26T08:50:04.931-07:00Three Weddings and a Duckie<div style="text-align: center;">
Over the past weekend, Jared and I had the opportunity of celebrating the marriage of three different couples. Congratulations to Craig and Shannon, Jackie (my sister) and Kendall, and Kristi (a very close friend) and Edward. We attended the ceremonies for the last two, which was a little hectic, considering they were one day and 400 miles apart. Needless to say, we crashed HARD once they were all over.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Craig and Shannon had a beautiful reception at Le Jardin on Thursday. Of course, my opinion may be tainted by the fact that they had Cold Stone catering the event. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jackie and Kendall had a nice reception at the Kimball Home in the This Is the Place Heritage Park on Friday.<div>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then Jared and I trekked down to Las Vegas at 5 am the next day. We were lucky enough to have some willing grandparents who watched Chloe for us. (Actually, thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Hansen, Chloe did not want to come home.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kristi had an all-out celebration at a church house near the temple. They did a buffet, games, and dancing at their reception. It was beautiful. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiallxWpGpyDcE0PwjfTFJMSMQ7_ncZRLGIPyYN9Lq_8771ocqSM9hY-SKJWsWUkE8GyhvhYvjoF467xhLk9kYFnoWBGj3E_7UKXPBLH8Rvi9joldIkm-Q9QHn9DIVQcruefJkczOX8njsn/s320/DSC03816.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509742961368938866" /><div style="text-align: center;">We decided to walk the strip after the reception. Of course, we didn't realize in this planning, that we would still be in the clothes we wore to the temple. We were probably only out for an hour, but our feet were so sore by the end, both of us had a hard time getting our casual shoes on the next day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-4ZOkugyPxw0q5DSbESmuTCLifumTYhgiTGv3XPI9w-bCQhoCoAxmYksLtoV19ARoA1_5GqUuHggbdQP2a2JA-YE0meZqZ6v7cyXLg5h0CPIDc_3-CJ9PzfVwfNVNovKtrUr_Q16UOen/s320/DSC03825.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509742979209144034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGEv6jtOj1CZSfkw1TA3sJIBMJJjyOXtvd2cFPwirKjn6zBvTVqQPq2DKtz8J7gRIIl5eQj3YfpMVBkvi3dPbXsj5ToZtmpAu65AgvKUeMUav6NXPPo2VInNaTpth2uUKvZa-K3OG-jXV/s320/DSC03819.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509742970413551970" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the first time that we had left Chloe alone overnight in close to 2 years. The last time was when we went to Paris while visiting my parents in Holland. We brought her back a little pink bear that said Paris on it. Well, if you know Chloe at all, you can guess what we were looking for this time. Now, granted, there is some pretty unique stuff that you can find on the strip, but apparently a Las Vegas rubber duckie is still a difficult thing to find... mind you, not impossible! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were about to give up our search, when we spotted the last store on our way back to the car. It was the Sugar Factory. Their logo is... a duckie!!! Jared and I were so excited to give it to her when we returned. She, however, knowing that her parents being present meant she was most likely going home, threw a fit, and had no interest in whatever consolation prizes we had to offer her. Such is the life!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-86364990451037807062010-07-06T08:47:00.000-07:002010-07-06T08:54:59.296-07:004th of July<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEolonxPu0dZUwYtirF_Q_sWzNTmlJOaQQIv-xztR7bXzi8VHWo6eJ0YoWt5b3LPou3712Iuarfao6b7dmLtv2GGzoL2nXidYJ3jLYQFxXxNnwnddFlZPHYq_cOLgRCknwxJqMcSPfGqlL/s1600/DSC03785.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEolonxPu0dZUwYtirF_Q_sWzNTmlJOaQQIv-xztR7bXzi8VHWo6eJ0YoWt5b3LPou3712Iuarfao6b7dmLtv2GGzoL2nXidYJ3jLYQFxXxNnwnddFlZPHYq_cOLgRCknwxJqMcSPfGqlL/s320/DSC03785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490821359431189810" border="0" /></a>
We had a really fun Independence Day... well, that kind of depends on who you ask, actually. Jared was pretty sick this weekend, so he bowed out of the festivities. We had some family in town for my sister's baby blessing and all of us (excluding Jared) got together at their house for a BBQ and fireworks. The fire works ended up not happening because of wind and other unfortunate circumstances, but the kids had a lot of fun together.
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5kHTtmRSqL4MbEOg2Tvm-Jc4T9juSRd1m_cfJcHgCUfKMzKZP7UHVWdgMVBzUR9lIJOsLhKtoqqAodBf_dNA7qKrX8_OrCPkzv5hTB81GWYVKTHN6u5fFDPvDgJilPTJl9wJukxjklJQ/s1600/DSC03783.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5kHTtmRSqL4MbEOg2Tvm-Jc4T9juSRd1m_cfJcHgCUfKMzKZP7UHVWdgMVBzUR9lIJOsLhKtoqqAodBf_dNA7qKrX8_OrCPkzv5hTB81GWYVKTHN6u5fFDPvDgJilPTJl9wJukxjklJQ/s320/DSC03783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490822034704704482" border="0" /></a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-14060868616217171052010-06-19T08:43:00.000-07:002010-06-19T09:05:46.389-07:00Chloe's First Fishing Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakMSeYZ9MJUcxiLcFqtzHhw-HOIDWiYqn7_WFp3v6E5ub3Y-uz9c7S_CAns75Z9Ls_rglupwiaz4-uT6QJ_y0vaDVZV4chn7k9Q4pAX8dy7EWl1IcOFQ3T2xsRvCJ1gtnXhNaY9zT8xlQ/s1600/DSC03704.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakMSeYZ9MJUcxiLcFqtzHhw-HOIDWiYqn7_WFp3v6E5ub3Y-uz9c7S_CAns75Z9Ls_rglupwiaz4-uT6QJ_y0vaDVZV4chn7k9Q4pAX8dy7EWl1IcOFQ3T2xsRvCJ1gtnXhNaY9zT8xlQ/s320/DSC03704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484513076931445522" border="0" /></a>We had the opportunity to take Chloe out fishing for the first time just this week. We honestly weren't sure how she was going to do. We talked it up a few days in advance. When we woke her up to get her ready (at 6:30am), she sweetly asked Jared, "Daddy, we can go fishing now?" She didn't go back to sleep after getting dressed and on the whole drive down kept asking, "We get out and go fishing now?"
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We should have known that she has absolutely no fear. She kept peeking over the side of the boat, even while we were going pretty fast. She wanted to touch every fish that was caught and even started to cry when Jared set one loose before she gave it a poke. She was extremely patient during the times that we were catching nothing and really helpful when we were. She even tried to help Grandpa reel one in. Unfortunately, she did it a little too slowly and the fish got away.
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It was a really fun trip. All together, we caught about 20 fish, but only kept one.
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<br>Tonight she was pestering Jared for gummy bears. She asked him four times, each time getting a "no." After the 4th no, she exclaimed, "...but Mommy said 'yes' !" So, Jared led her into the kitchen where she grabbed the bag. I shot him a confused look and asked why she was getting some, knowing she already had one earlier. He told me about their conversation. I then explained to him that I had never given her permission. We both looked at Chloe and quickly tore the bag away from her.
<br>Not more than 30 minutes later, Jared went out for a jog. Chloe came to sit by me. She asked if she could watch cartoons. I said no and she quickly jumped on me with a "...but Daddy said 'yes' !"
<br>I am still not sure where she has gotten this approach, but she is sure working it hard.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-78538386119781747762010-06-08T08:55:00.000-07:002010-06-08T09:36:51.584-07:00Duckies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI6Nv-FTjANyIFwAOfOukLO8rH9_5jq67VjM_tJgJRWdr2fci8A60hR_V5g6Ch1uk0RMJMuSXJyk3m0aREIZTM9HdPEVxEOY2Nr8HSJaQFDkWmcqRqnaxNrGJmG6HVvmpyhKezl0qowUx/s1600/DSC04360.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI6Nv-FTjANyIFwAOfOukLO8rH9_5jq67VjM_tJgJRWdr2fci8A60hR_V5g6Ch1uk0RMJMuSXJyk3m0aREIZTM9HdPEVxEOY2Nr8HSJaQFDkWmcqRqnaxNrGJmG6HVvmpyhKezl0qowUx/s320/DSC04360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432461074283170" border="0" /></a>
Chloe's biggest love is duckies! Her Easter basket was duckie themed and she gets so excited to wear her big girl duckie panties (I still can't believe I was able to find those by the way, and on sale too :) ). This is her current duckie collection. It, of course, does not include her stuffed duckies, foam duckies, or duckie bedding. <div>She has a hawk-eye for duckies. In a pile of toys, she can find the duckies in 30 seconds or less, which does make it hard to pass up at a store, hence the small farm of duckies we have here. It could be worse. At least rubber duckies are fairly inexpensive.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693284757547055418.post-40954239310051944902010-06-08T07:40:00.000-07:002010-06-08T08:46:17.226-07:00Antelope Island<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGIj0T2NWjsow0hiPNGnNduXlOS1tSK9nOCQBlK6anMMBiuylwBUzAsV0nJIBwYRyCJH0fhGM7ombhazWjDbBcuRs6AU4dPbfzbZWiB7M61U3oXvHe6NZbwwI7DneiSiE0TM8Sn4tyZfq/s1600/DSC03551.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGIj0T2NWjsow0hiPNGnNduXlOS1tSK9nOCQBlK6anMMBiuylwBUzAsV0nJIBwYRyCJH0fhGM7ombhazWjDbBcuRs6AU4dPbfzbZWiB7M61U3oXvHe6NZbwwI7DneiSiE0TM8Sn4tyZfq/s320/DSC03551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429182317863874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBSYyNo3sBNSCoW3apl6CbwDEsmoP_AQLNIlrE2Ftfc_Lm2I0hZXCKzCW5w8XAtXi6QzJEUOqROado7izTgAqRLrJesykMdBQtxDf2Cx7pD8vITrDJjYDRkT1xyQKjWtiaYG_fnG7lzri/s1600/DSC03554.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBSYyNo3sBNSCoW3apl6CbwDEsmoP_AQLNIlrE2Ftfc_Lm2I0hZXCKzCW5w8XAtXi6QzJEUOqROado7izTgAqRLrJesykMdBQtxDf2Cx7pD8vITrDJjYDRkT1xyQKjWtiaYG_fnG7lzri/s320/DSC03554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429207139646674" border="0" /></a>Jared attempted to surprise our family with a trip out to Antelope Island with our friends Mark and Chelsey on Saturday. I mention attempted because he told me it would be something fun that we have not done before and it would be a bit of a drive. Since there is not much to do up north that does not require extra gear, Chloe and I figured it out fairly quickly.<div>It was a cool experience. We got to see several bison up close. One lady got a little too close, and two free roaming bison charged at her. Not to worry, she is fine, but hopefully she knows now to give them some space.</div><div>The odd experience of the day was Chloe's reaction to sand. Many of you have seen in person, or on photos, how she freely roamed the California beaches, picking up sand and rocks. Well, not so this time. Maybe she didn't like the feeling of it between her toes (she normally has shoes on in CA because we often visit in the winter), or maybe she's not used to any ground surface being hot (in which case she'll be a lot of fun this summer). Either way, she refused to walk any where, requiring carrying every step of the way.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzCTZNjfcqRSRuiJcuMGHCH3TDhVIeJnIFsv3WTMDg8_Cx2Bducsq9o8sUv5LtCAlzJ9aTF0oG4v2PUEkwbBs0z2cdNTrGh5vjWc1AixhGZh8__LdQW60oDGB-B4hl4FbidvJF37JyAE0/s1600/DSC03544.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzCTZNjfcqRSRuiJcuMGHCH3TDhVIeJnIFsv3WTMDg8_Cx2Bducsq9o8sUv5LtCAlzJ9aTF0oG4v2PUEkwbBs0z2cdNTrGh5vjWc1AixhGZh8__LdQW60oDGB-B4hl4FbidvJF37JyAE0/s320/DSC03544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429197901965026" border="0" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHWwuXLf9H7wWeE5t71p2NjC7J_vA246MRsbPDg0voH-lwXv6qUWLY3tHpkDEBjhlU5RL2pa_Id6EIlN8TnUYseUgPxx283XO62Ym1ijeqSkePFL5SBZ1bNuzSywY2rGg4X7ojfxlLQqX/s1600/DSC03545.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHWwuXLf9H7wWeE5t71p2NjC7J_vA246MRsbPDg0voH-lwXv6qUWLY3tHpkDEBjhlU5RL2pa_Id6EIlN8TnUYseUgPxx283XO62Ym1ijeqSkePFL5SBZ1bNuzSywY2rGg4X7ojfxlLQqX/s320/DSC03545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480429213722000322" border="0" /></a></div> </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17940076210555818773noreply@blogger.com0