tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51548950075533692522024-03-05T15:04:30.536-08:00The Bell FamilySteven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-52167184059127604682011-08-28T16:43:00.000-07:002011-08-28T17:05:20.052-07:00IS IT FALL YET???<p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am so so so ready for the Fall. I’m 100% over summer. We are in a serious drought…and it’s just too stinkin’ hot and yuck outside. I’m ready to smell the fresh Fall air…be able to sit outside and actually enjoy our new backyard (neighbors cat using our lawn and sons sandbox as a litter box aside) and just feel the shift of the seasons. Maybe even a little rain!</span></p><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I've been seriously missing in action in the blogging world. Chasing around two kids, Photoshopping during nap and bedtimes, taking care of all the mommy duties around the house and still finding time to get an occasional work out in and some much needed date nights is TOUGH! I LOVE IT...but it's tough! ;)</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">While we were down in Phoenix this weekend for some photo shoots, I was introduced to this darling little vid from MrArturoTrejo's Channel on YouTube. This is totally how my son talks!! Thought this was super clever and had me laughing almost to the point of tears! Enjoy :D</p>
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<br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-IKSBCASpk?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-IKSBCASpk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-38910659716968844542011-06-01T20:56:00.000-07:002011-06-02T14:39:30.520-07:00Security...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Wyatt is quickly approaching the age of two and of the 7 hours he's awake everyday (do I really have room to complain?) his "witching hour" just before bedtime is my least favorite! Usually when I open the door to Wyatt's bedroom, I hear an "uh-oh!" from underneath a mound of security blankets, security cars, security trucks, security stuffed animals...</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A mound does not even begin to describe what is happening in this kid's crib! He thinks he's supposed to be attached to every blanket his Grandma Patti made him (there's 3...even though one of them was supposed to be a "loaner", it ended up being his #2 fav blanket followed by the one she made him to replace his all time favorite blanket on wash days) and to every car he owns. So now when we pick him up, we have to name all 3 blankets, 72 cars and 4 stuffed animals he slept with overnight before he'll even think about getting out of bed.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Uh?" (as he points with his pudgy little finger to the truck in his hand)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Yep. That's your white monster truck!" (you have to name the color too...)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Uh?" (as he picks up blanket #1)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Oooh! That's blankie!"</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Uh??" (as he picks up blanket #2)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"WOW! Two blankies?? Somebody must love you!"</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Uh, Uh!!!?" </span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"THREE BLANKIES??" WYATT! You are SO LUCKY!"</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">etc. etc...</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then, when you are all done, he hands them one by one to you until your arms are bursting with miscellaneous toys and then he puts his arms up and wants to get out. Growing a third arm would be very useful at this point because I'm certain Houdini couldn't even figure out how to juggle toys while helping a child out of his crib! </span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We had to become pretty creative during playtime last month, since Steve was out of town quite a bit. Wyatt counts on daddy time at night to help him get all his wiggles out and pent up energy that mom can't quite help him with (<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm a clumsy person by nature and in most cases one of BOTH of us end up hurt...lol</span>). So, we made a lot of blanket forts and had a LOT of bath times ;)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I just can't believe how quickly he's growing! He's starting to loose that toddler look and is looking more and more like a big boy! LOVE HIM!!</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/9bbdbb4d.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/f74e2682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/f84e071a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/d3fbcd3c.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/64aa2c7b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/31829691.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/0e5ab88d.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Kisses for the duckie! xoxo</span><br /></span></div><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/810715f6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/3eec99c7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" />Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-78120868671984175502011-02-20T18:43:00.001-08:002011-02-20T18:43:31.620-08:00Wyatt LOVES his cousins!<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="352" height="288"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150090518964355"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150090518964355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="352" height="288"></embed></object></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-70313852882687996272011-02-18T06:45:00.000-08:002011-02-18T11:29:57.774-08:0018 Months<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/7f79096e.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wyatt turned 18 months at the beginning of January and I honestly couldn't be more in love with this kid! This age is so freakin' fun!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Where do I even start? Let's see...he only loves to rough house with Steve. His clumsy mother usually ends up hurting him. (Story behind the story: Steve and Wyatt play this game where Steve will toss Wyatt face first onto the back of the couch and then he rolls off the couch and Steve catches</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> him ju</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">st before he hits the ground and starts it all over again...all the while, Wyatt is laughing</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> so hard he's making little pig snorts! Well, one morning I got Wyatt out of bed and set him on the couch to watch cartoons while I made some brea</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">kfast. Well apparently that was his queue to roll OFF the couch...but mom wasn't there to catch him! So he face planted into the carpet and burst into tears with a look on his face like I had totally betrayed him!) He learned quick tha</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">t if he doesn't want mom to fail the "Trust Fall", then he</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> better save his energy for daddy ;)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He blows me a kiss when I put him down for a nap (I'll take that any day!).</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/c877fc43.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/c3525c50.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He has probably 40 different cars which he loves AND PLAYS with every single one of them! Quirky part is that he only likes to play with cars of the same style at one time. So, he'll sort through them till he find two that are si</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">milar and pushes them around :)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He no longer wants to sit in the grocery cart when shopping...he'd rather push. So I now have to scramble to throw things in the cart or be left in Wyatt's grocery-cart-speeding-dust!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/abcb0213.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />As you can tell, 18 month pics were a little difficult. Wy is always on the go, and isn't really in the mood to stop and say cheese. :)</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He LOVES to read. Mostly he likes to point at the pictures and wants you to name off everything he points to. Which used to be easy, cuz I would just say "Yep, truck"...or "That's a duck!"...but if I'm not paying attention and I get it wrong, he totally calls me out on it! <span style="font-style: italic;">Like, mother, must I prove to you how mu</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ch smarter I am than you all the time?? Get it together!<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/381c8332.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>If we could bottle up his cuteness and sell it...I'm certain we'd be millionaires!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-68990157546745637382010-12-13T21:51:00.000-08:002010-12-13T21:57:09.042-08:00When to take the plunge?<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We scored on a new toddler bed tonight. Couldn't pass it up...but the question now is...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When do we transition Wyatt from crib to bed?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think it will end up being far more painful for me than for Wyatt...and I should totally just go for it. But, I'm putting the question out there. <span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the best method? What worked for you??</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-84401328510102672382010-12-08T15:33:00.000-08:002010-12-12T22:59:59.901-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A week ago, Wyatt started walking...on his own!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know, <span style="font-style: italic;">wait, didn't he start walking months ago? I could have sworn I read a post somewhere...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, go figure the kid would make a liar out of me! He's totally known how to walk for the past couple of months, and yet refused to do so. <span style="font-style: italic;">Why?</span> Because this little man is one stubborn little...grrrr. No idea where he gets that from...NOT ME! (<span style="font-style: italic;">anyone that knows me totally rolled their eyes at that moment. I resent that!</span>)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One thing I've noticed about Wyatt, he HATES to fail. Steve and I would cheer and get super excited when he'd walk somewhere and he'd act like that was the reaction he wanted, for all of 5 minutes. Then he'd be all...STOP looking at me! It then became a game. If Steve or I noticed that Wyatt was "practicing" walking, we would notify the other person with some weird noise...nothing too weird as to distract him or let on that we saw what he was doing. We'd just watch him out of our peripheral vision and were only allowed to cheer quietly in our heads.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Along with walking came his new found love of throwing a tantrum. YAY! Have you ever seen that YouTube video where the kid is throwing a tantrum on the floor, so the parents walk in the other room...kid stops crying, finds them in the other room and throws himself on the floor picking up right where he left off without missing a beat? Well, then you know what I'm talking about!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our child hates the word NO...and it's not like we've even had to use it all that often! I mean, Santa Clause could allow him to flush the toilet endlessly while eating a never ending supply of gold fish. But if Santa says "no", Wyatt's world suddenly falls to pieces!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wyatt is also at that stage in life where the frustration that results from the inability to communicate through words is slowly driving Steve and I nuts! He wobbles around the house pointing at who knows what and moans. But not just moaning...moaning with a QUESTION MARK at the end! When we don't know what he's pointing at, we start guessing which only makes him moan louder. Except this time some unknown force has tossed his body ten feet across the room causing him to flail his arms and feet about in protest!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's amazing how a child can be both frustrating and adorable all within the same moment. Wyatt loves to push his toy trucks around the house...one in each hand. But he tends to ditch them at the first sign of anything he deems more interesting. This means there a LOT of trucks scattered about the house...most of which are in my kitchen. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Frustrating = trying to cook dinner and stepping on a toy car!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Adorable = Wyatt stepping on a toy car...but it sticking to his clammy foot, thus causing him to step on it not once, not twice...but THREE TIMES!! All the while crying at this painful discovery! Then, he plucks the toy from the bottom of his foot and tosses it across the room! (<span style="font-style: italic;">OK, I know he got this one from me...I've broken many of his toys after stepping on them and kicking them into the other room in frustration...OOPS!</span>)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wouldn't trade him for anything in this world. He is the perfect addition to our family!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid979.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae274%2Fms_emily23%2F148b5076.mp4" width="600" height="361"></embed><br /><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid979.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae274%2Fms_emily23%2Fdc5d7d83.mp4" width="600" height="361"></embed>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-60618832277348854192010-10-20T13:43:00.000-07:002010-11-10T00:17:39.443-08:00Family Photos<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last Saturday, the Ashby's came to visit. We took them out to the Gilcrease Orchard in Las Vegas to do a photo shoot with their family and ours. It went really well!! This girls are just darling and have loads of personality!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/df3d4d0e.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/827922a8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/ead3a16c.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/de33c030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/769e68b7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/dee62966.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/5633bcfd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/5b58f032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/c6350fe7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We are still working on some marketing strategies for our new little photography business. We loved how great Wyatt's pictures turned out (see prior post) that we got to thinking. What if we took some Halloween pictures and approached the orchard about letting us do a mini photo shoot there for their patrons the day before Halloween? Give them a cut of the profits...win for them (they could draw in a bigger crowd and make some extra money) and a win for us (we could take advantage of their huge email fan base and get some free advertising....not to mention some return clients! (hopefully)...and some extra money for us, of course). So we took some pictures of the girls in their Halloween costumes and sent an offer on over to the orchard. I'm really hoping they say yes!!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/5f7bb20a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/21eac97b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/155019e9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Later that same day, we got together with Jim and Anne and took some Bell family photos. They too turned out great! It was a great weekend and so much fun to just visit with family :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/3e7692f5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/593bd570.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/ed691639.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/db58ed42.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/ccd9b1e3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/5c45ea2e.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/0dddabb9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/Ashby%20and%20Bell%20Family/9017a944.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/c6c06442.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-67531533803498317832010-10-15T12:30:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:19:09.182-07:00New Found Love<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wyatt has found a new happiness in climbing in and/or on things. I'm really bad about keeping my camera handy, so I've only been able to catch a glimpse of what he has really got into. But, the times that I do remember to pull out the camera, he totally hams it up and puts on his Mr. Cheese face.<br /><br />I LOVE IT!<br /><br />Laundry baskets beware...this kid will spend minutes at a time climbing in and out...all the while gabbing to anyone that will listen.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/cb041932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Car seat...<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/5d83fc86.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Dishwasher...just as quickly as I load the dishes in, he's unloading them and laying them on the kitchen floor for me. Such a helper!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/7acef12e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"> </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Baskets...<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/9ee7d126.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />And my personal favorite: He loves to dip...doesn't matter what it is, if he can dip it, we are sure to get at least 20 minutes of peace a quiet. Well, on this particular occasion, I put some sour cream on his tray to see if he liked it. First thing he did was dip his fingers in it and then proceeded to paint his hair...all the while laughing at himself! (I love his expression)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/ed1ac7f2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-48771495052207036332010-10-12T12:22:00.001-07:002010-10-12T13:30:11.841-07:00The Zoo!<img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/516520c8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I took Wyatt to Tucson last weekend all by myself. He totally surprised me with how well behaved he was! He was only fussy the first 30 minutes of the trip and the last 30 minutes. I swear kids have an internal alarm that lets them know it's time to turn on the fuss when there is such a short amount of time left in the drive!<br /><br />We went on a little adventure to the zoo in Tucson. It was Wyatt's first time and there was so much, we only got through half of it!<br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/301f1954.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/2f3c4031.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/182b23ff.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/1d2dd772.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/23731ffc.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/7eff75f7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/3d7168a3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/066e93ca.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/c35ba2f5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Good thing we're going back in November!</span></span><br /></div></div></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-43435472499690196372010-10-04T20:04:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:11:39.409-07:00It's Official!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">After squeezing every last second out of nap times, should have taken a shower times, housework is screaming, "these dishes/floors/clothes aren't gonna clean themselves woman!" times and oh so many more....I FINALLY decided to stop ripping my hair out and consider the new website a success...or at least a successful work in progress :)<br /><br />Rapture Photography is official! <br />You can now visit us at <a href="www.rapturephotographystudio.com">www.rapturephotographystudio.com</a>.<br /><br />So please...help us pass on the word! We are just itching to get started!<br /></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-81269479407858915552010-10-02T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:06:06.789-07:00The Pumpkin Patch<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We took Wyatt on Saturday to pick his first pumpkins at a pumpkin patch here in Las Vegas.<br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/212edb2a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/f9fcfc01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/53892fce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br /><img src="http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/28867874.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">He is the PERFECT little subject for photographs :) He had the time of his life!<br /></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-91407349517724542452010-09-23T17:06:00.001-07:002010-09-23T17:18:05.609-07:00Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So I finally came up with the winning name and logo! (drum roll please)...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYanyv_0YirZn02xnrl29nFhxW88y-fnDFJ3pVm2xyAkgLJ715h7-MBscKd4mUrtVE4SQZ4vs_fq1lFFq9M7AXbEk6Xr4zgKxlHLbp34PQr8HtD5hhxHdllwAHS2M1SsuDcjawdAu93CcU/s1600/Rapture+Photography+-+Logo+-+Cropped.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYanyv_0YirZn02xnrl29nFhxW88y-fnDFJ3pVm2xyAkgLJ715h7-MBscKd4mUrtVE4SQZ4vs_fq1lFFq9M7AXbEk6Xr4zgKxlHLbp34PQr8HtD5hhxHdllwAHS2M1SsuDcjawdAu93CcU/s400/Rapture+Photography+-+Logo+-+Cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520264930475358882" border="0" /></a>Rapture - ecstatic joy or delight; joyful ecstasy; an utterance or expression of ecstatic delight.<br /><br />I think it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">PERFECT</span>!<br /></span></span><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" ><br /></span></span>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-62333757244117649302010-09-09T15:00:00.000-07:002010-09-09T15:22:57.122-07:00Ideas??...Give 'em to me!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wanted to find some way to make some money this upcoming holiday season, in efforts to continue our current financial goal. So, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Steve and I are going to start a teeny tiny little photography...company??...business??...not sure what to call our little venture :) </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've been editing pictures with random programs online the past couple of years and finally agreed to let Steve teach me a thing or two in photoshop. I tell ya, I have no idea why I'm so darned stubborn when it comes to allowing my husband to "teach" me! Maybe it's just because photoshop seemed like such a non-user friendly program compared to the programs I've been using which are virtually idiot proof. Or maybe it's because he's just too knowledgeable about it that I feel overwhelmed when he tries to cram my head full of terms and computer commands and concepts I haven't had to deal with before? Either way, he's been wanting to teach me for some time and until just recently, I'd been putting it off. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started doing some online tutorials hoping that I would at least have a basic understanding of it before he started his lessons. So far...I think it's gonna be HOT! SOOOOOO many more things you can do in photoshop....so much so that I'd like to slap the past version of myself for being such a stick in the mud and refusing to take my blinders off!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anyways, I'm certain that there are several families that would LOVE some updated family pictures to use for Christmas...so I thought what better time than now to get things going? I know that Steve won't want to be part of this forever, but lets face it, he's just too darn talented to NOT use! So he's agreed to do the photography part if I'll do the "post work". So I guess I get to create a title for myself...like creative designer?...or photo editor?...something along those lines.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But here's were I am seriously hitting a brick wall....every...and I mean EVERY....name that I've looked up has already been taken! I thought I was being all original by coming up with the name Wink Photography....but apparently 5 other peeps beat me to it. I thought of Rouge Photography, Winkology, Modern Light Photography....taken, taken, TAKEN, so I'm sending out an S.O.S.! </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I NEED HELP! I would like a name that is easy to remember, yet soft (if that makes sense). Nobody has used Bell Photography...from what I can find....but someone has used bellphotography.blogspot.com....so that's an out too.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Any ideas? Hey...maybe if you don't live to far away, I can even offer you a free session! Or give you mad props! :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks everyone for any help you can offer!!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-27104350047341676442010-08-31T10:20:00.000-07:002010-08-31T11:01:12.193-07:00Little Helper<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today, while I was making the bed, Wyatt decided that he wanted to help Daddy reorganize one of his drawers.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1WudtE6F4crA8P9vwekJ6JU2yjnUYyTxOhofZGdNQnUSPrSoCL7IhXIRKezD9jMf6isk3MCQ-2Xz-Df5AD_YYcTwunblVFKBnlBtXrR5_NPIoVGdr9ktFTS-XHmmW_5djdQF-Sw1cJPq/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1WudtE6F4crA8P9vwekJ6JU2yjnUYyTxOhofZGdNQnUSPrSoCL7IhXIRKezD9jMf6isk3MCQ-2Xz-Df5AD_YYcTwunblVFKBnlBtXrR5_NPIoVGdr9ktFTS-XHmmW_5djdQF-Sw1cJPq/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511630413220030610" border="0" /></a><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apparently, he thought everything looked better shoved between the mattress and the bed frame.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGsDKQscoOWMVbCMOY_kvzKTGZUTfQ8JKfJbLxNoSnnqhdEJ-pFfzjL9eK5Y-E_oA8eQFDOGFyr-ZJWNeW5gdbtrtyB6iZPp0N3-rovO-70a09uAtd2DDjN_3y7TrTyZX-r40EbFrYwjH/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGsDKQscoOWMVbCMOY_kvzKTGZUTfQ8JKfJbLxNoSnnqhdEJ-pFfzjL9eK5Y-E_oA8eQFDOGFyr-ZJWNeW5gdbtrtyB6iZPp0N3-rovO-70a09uAtd2DDjN_3y7TrTyZX-r40EbFrYwjH/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511630426199658018" border="0" /></a><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think he's right!</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-71753302151377744632010-08-23T20:15:00.000-07:002010-08-23T21:53:19.789-07:00The Birthday Boy<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dear Wyatt,</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />13 months and 18 days ago...you turned ONE! I know, I'm a bit behind on posting,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> but it's completely your fault...yep...you consume so much of my day with all your ado</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">rableness that there's </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">hardly any time for writing it all down. Excuse? Sure. Am I sorry? NOPE. Your dad and I tell each other every night how rich we could be if we could only find a way</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to bottle up your cuteness and sell it!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL19lkywFb21N2eik7mI-zQi35Ns5a63glIGxlGAbVQP4o5pOmdxL2FPTNzXaqjnq7z49m0udxVt3W4giTi3P9v8pZ5em94ZlxIX-z5hoYStnThypTyBBzRuQ7wGrMHr6ysFfYrl-09JF/s1600/Wyatt_6192010_edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL19lkywFb21N2eik7mI-zQi35Ns5a63glIGxlGAbVQP4o5pOmdxL2FPTNzXaqjnq7z49m0udxVt3W4giTi3P9v8pZ5em94ZlxIX-z5hoYStnThypTyBBzRuQ7wGrMHr6ysFfYrl-09JF/s400/Wyatt_6192010_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830663043678626" border="0" /></a>Every morning, when I get you out of bed, you throw your blankie over the crib railing and rattle the bars of your crib in anticipation. You make this sound (<span style="font-style: italic;">much like som</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">eone who fills their cheeks</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> up with air and use their pointer fingers to suddenly pop the air like a balloon</span>) and it's <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">th</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e</span> way</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> that you greet EVERYONE! Stranger in the store?...<span style="font-style: italic;">insert sound</span>...Nana in</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the kitchen?...<span style="font-style: italic;">insert sound</span>...child staring at you in church?...<span style="font-style: italic;">insert sound</span>....seeing your own reflection in the mirror and </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">thinking it's another adorable child just like you?...<span style="font-style: italic;">insert sound!! </span>Totally a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dorable.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You have already started to form words. You </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">say "ma-ma-ma", "da", "na-na-na", "dat-too" (<span style="font-style: italic;">thank you</span>), "peak-ooo" (peak-a-boo) and of the numbers 1-5 I've been trying to </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">teach you, you only will say "two". </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You still have the proverbial "blow out" from time to time (<span style="font-style: italic;">what would a blog post </span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">be without som</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">e reference to poop?</span>) and the sad/funny part is that you seem to save them for road </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">trips, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">church, or your personal favorite, Kristen (<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sure she a</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ppreciates</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> that</span>) It's like your own way of telling her how much you appreciate that she took some time out of her busy single life to watch you.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">..as the poop oozes out of the side of your pants and plops on the floor. Don't worry...she keeps coming back. She's quite the trooper...suppose that means she loves you too :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are such an active child! You have been crawling all over the place and pulling yourself up to a stand for quite some time now. You even cruise around the furniture and get into anything th</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">t</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> is not being closely monitored. You are up and over </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">any obst</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">acle in yo</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ur way. Our biggest fe</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ar was that you would fall down the stairs...so we asked for a safety gate to keep you away from the stairs but before we could even get it installed, you had already taught yourself how to go up A</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ND D</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">OWN the stairs. Genius?? I THINK SO!</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Other than some brief, almost unbearably whiny periods when you were cutting teeth (only 4 so far), you are dang near the happiest baby on earth! It's so contagious too! Your dad and I have to bite our lip just to keep from squeezing you too hard when we hug you...all the while you smile and laugh at us like two crazy clowns. Your bluer than bl</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ue eyes (<span style="font-style: italic;">and th</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">e unique flec of brown in</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> your rig</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ht eye</span>), along with your adorable laugh that literally suc</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ks everyone you come in contact</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> with in till they are acting like monkeys trying to make you laugh again are just the beginning of a long list of reasons that I love having you in my life! I never knew it, but everyday as I wa</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">tch you, I re</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">alize that you are everything that I ever wanted in life. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />To celebrate your first year, we threw a little party. Here are a few photos of your special day. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Happy Birthday Monkey Butt! We love you!!<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Love,<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Da" and "Ma-ma-ma"</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3atcJ6N8Qgkh9xSLnrq9yH4xOMeDQJSE5KnwjNB4bGBfEYmuBxkNcCCdjeDFjUQKXJcB1Y8FFr_z5w2Xe-jPhVmM6xv96WWM5nQWeASgmr4hASRqCXBZWHh-dbh0bC46BPqcsjna58KJh/s1600/bday+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3atcJ6N8Qgkh9xSLnrq9yH4xOMeDQJSE5KnwjNB4bGBfEYmuBxkNcCCdjeDFjUQKXJcB1Y8FFr_z5w2Xe-jPhVmM6xv96WWM5nQWeASgmr4hASRqCXBZWHh-dbh0bC46BPqcsjna58KJh/s400/bday+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508825135797180674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqrIVqJCxTm0O8057wzeBoWPy7xV6OTSB9hMyqPkBCyjph_Ez_WpTyzx0ArFKzI4DAhyphenhyphenwKpypvt3IlMmjQ78cvekfYWDNSFKmo9bPkbKYqNRTUEcAR45yRHltI-LEv_SDn6S6lIFkM9EB/s1600/bday+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqrIVqJCxTm0O8057wzeBoWPy7xV6OTSB9hMyqPkBCyjph_Ez_WpTyzx0ArFKzI4DAhyphenhyphenwKpypvt3IlMmjQ78cvekfYWDNSFKmo9bPkbKYqNRTUEcAR45yRHltI-LEv_SDn6S6lIFkM9EB/s400/bday+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508825144000945202" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Happy boy waiting for the party to start.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt4dReRSCr-78oVUOY1BY2W4kUii9LKZJ4jPZA2l-sl8eAkVlObz8rS-YEexpK-cZmmWl_bWGUF5vWcCi10OlGsydHHxCx7PY9uCo3UCsq3AlcSL-I3BW2RnPNqMTtzuJg-y1aJZyzGSZ/s1600/bday+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt4dReRSCr-78oVUOY1BY2W4kUii9LKZJ4jPZA2l-sl8eAkVlObz8rS-YEexpK-cZmmWl_bWGUF5vWcCi10OlGsydHHxCx7PY9uCo3UCsq3AlcSL-I3BW2RnPNqMTtzuJg-y1aJZyzGSZ/s400/bday+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826652650520386" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Burger cake for the birthday boy!<br />It was SO HOT outside that the icing began to melt!<br />You looked so stunned and totally focused on the flame.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeoFHQNcxHLdnYyru269PSqJHUn1oaxm96ZlM37IkMfOLIkYULxgclfLb3mHuh78XBwGAstQU7Os3kBkM2xQTRJkzUhYtkvyr5XMKADRlgtqd_q1TLS-6oy76wwqo6N-ra5a2eTv6ciSb/s1600/bday+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeoFHQNcxHLdnYyru269PSqJHUn1oaxm96ZlM37IkMfOLIkYULxgclfLb3mHuh78XBwGAstQU7Os3kBkM2xQTRJkzUhYtkvyr5XMKADRlgtqd_q1TLS-6oy76wwqo6N-ra5a2eTv6ciSb/s400/bday+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508825151706449394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The mini burgers for your guests.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFPKJtZu6W1E-215jj-mgoAFC20iIWMkcJMpVhXfOm39ivW98a8YYXovMBWQ4Wa_7TbOGi1ZlVYSyyYzmAn_MqlCAKfJjfsrVgrRqaX8TpCgOAeo0A1pcmCjWko_bThtdH2UYcNZrTGPK/s1600/bday+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFPKJtZu6W1E-215jj-mgoAFC20iIWMkcJMpVhXfOm39ivW98a8YYXovMBWQ4Wa_7TbOGi1ZlVYSyyYzmAn_MqlCAKfJjfsrVgrRqaX8TpCgOAeo0A1pcmCjWko_bThtdH2UYcNZrTGPK/s400/bday+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826660169138322" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You cried over when everyone began singing "Happy Birthday" to you :(</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd71clvzzvSbbxgYMx7sjuTM9g6KEY8wOrb0loYJ7r_fBfW9NKvn6nwj0mJGJhE5NaY6wEopakuSfPnXFjlhaQ1PXtt8THDHJJWrAgat8VVthUeDEqMtb0Ay-grwU20SR6gBSgT1A4Gtin/s1600/bday+7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd71clvzzvSbbxgYMx7sjuTM9g6KEY8wOrb0loYJ7r_fBfW9NKvn6nwj0mJGJhE5NaY6wEopakuSfPnXFjlhaQ1PXtt8THDHJJWrAgat8VVthUeDEqMtb0Ay-grwU20SR6gBSgT1A4Gtin/s400/bday+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826673243220386" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My dainty eater...so scared to take a bite!<br />I had to give you a taste of frosting before you would believe that it was OK to eat!!</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlGZnCU-rkQ7-S6-R08YnOAe9g7_eNfh0lnmMS_lsmld6EAig_9Y93fLFnbfz3DTPDG4EYbgOZwWzJgDtRXihhqr76dzOUnOufbPhbe7xCTLEoxFLHLd5InDGZWt2ZXsZY-IzdQ7rZbpT/s400/bday+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829121183551826" border="0" /></a></div> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some "sweet" hair gel!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; 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font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibxXV-l3_QkgLc8VJFNlQEPxgmoy5jRoHzQ7MA_YyDX60kKKJ6FaRusZfuFcHcVhYT9WjowOwzQhdWKoO-knT-gytC8tuU66QZjMjfiPGqx1ZL2LvK3716FBRsGPkL305bZqMYN5xCU12/s1600/bday+10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibxXV-l3_QkgLc8VJFNlQEPxgmoy5jRoHzQ7MA_YyDX60kKKJ6FaRusZfuFcHcVhYT9WjowOwzQhdWKoO-knT-gytC8tuU66QZjMjfiPGqx1ZL2LvK3716FBRsGPkL305bZqMYN5xCU12/s400/bday+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829135347078770" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY WY WY MAN!!</span></span><br /></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-5684637978448947342010-07-02T21:46:00.000-07:002010-07-07T11:49:23.982-07:00Solo Mission<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeOmaID-NxVwBOulukwlxq4_6t9KLCvFaOYbO1krBkU2xrRLWxvOoQ1wM6KAUlmvGbyxAFwZBQntNgrrMQ3CnXSYdi-je1lBuaZxi5juMSFp18xNZ5qDkZNGD60jJbn7bx6Dr28L9qOei/s1600/eclipse.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCeOmaID-NxVwBOulukwlxq4_6t9KLCvFaOYbO1krBkU2xrRLWxvOoQ1wM6KAUlmvGbyxAFwZBQntNgrrMQ3CnXSYdi-je1lBuaZxi5juMSFp18xNZ5qDkZNGD60jJbn7bx6Dr28L9qOei/s320/eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489538487805395346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Without a doubt, the best one yet...and I can hardly wait till the 4th one comes out. That's when all the good stuff happens and when the series comes to an end. I soaked up every last minute of the many scenes where Jacob is yet again without a shirt and swooned over Edward and his love for Bella. Mind you, the movie/actors hardly do justice compared to the books...but I love them none the less.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then I came home to this video...his first SOLO mission!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid979.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae274%2Fms_emily23%2FWyatt07022010_blog.mp4" width="400" height="344"></embed><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My baby grew up in the 2 some odd hours I was gone!! I totally cried when I saw this! One, because I missed it! And two, because he's growing just too dang fast! Every day more and more of his personality shines through and if it's possible...I love him more and more! I'm so happy I'm his MOM!</span></span><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-44712367364727010842010-06-10T22:00:00.000-07:002010-06-23T11:19:34.782-07:00Contagious<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid979.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae274%2Fms_emily23%2FMVI_0713.mp4" width="400" height="344"></embed>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-78639479073946770612010-06-09T10:19:00.000-07:002010-06-09T10:30:03.176-07:00Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit...the more you eat the more you.....uh, I wish I could say "toot" but apparently that was just wishful thinking.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxiFagSXziKpIPHL6ZOawpK4M08EaMdOtfdl79Yd11SbplUpq9aW4Y6nNKSpkIGjQy7IXsfERGmgb3kmS6Nj6mnhMSpZp2Vk7Jpai-mCBufMfeGPUxDdDMvL51d5esVdYkCNnCTxUl-iZ/s1600/IMG_0657.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/AVvXsEhZxiFagSXziKpIPHL6ZOawpK4M08EaMdOtfdl79Yd11SbplUpq9aW4Y6nNKSpkIGjQy7IXsfERGmgb3kmS6Nj6mnhMSpZp2Vk7Jpai-mCBufMfeGPUxDdDMvL51d5esVdYkCNnCTxUl-iZ/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480826218263578338" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Beans + More Beans = Mad Dash to the Kitchen Sink! <br />He liked it so much, I just had to let him stay awhile ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT7iw3z-u_uSYowlRxvstmldravUxy5BDkQw1wVFCd8aNyCUw7Mvc_LWXpHhtXS4L6nCEg7AvBGuKRrWO6YYWGtDJp8fMK8Xd0vSJqBLEw4codgUEAWzYCAvDku3ucCCfN_RUUlT2SeQK/s1600/IMG_0662.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/AVvXsEglT7iw3z-u_uSYowlRxvstmldravUxy5BDkQw1wVFCd8aNyCUw7Mvc_LWXpHhtXS4L6nCEg7AvBGuKRrWO6YYWGtDJp8fMK8Xd0vSJqBLEw4codgUEAWzYCAvDku3ucCCfN_RUUlT2SeQK/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480827013066963842" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-86980448739836914842010-06-06T18:45:00.000-07:002010-06-08T22:04:34.213-07:00Hello? McFly??<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">In case you didn't notice, I dropped off the face of the blogging planet for way longer than I thought I had! I totally missed posting anything about Wyatt turning 10 months...and uh, well, now he's 11 months...plus three days!! He's fast approaching 1 and it's odd how in some ways it feels like its all just flown by faster than I can process it all and in other ways it feels like 11 months? That's it??! Feels like 11 years!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Either way, I love being greeted by our little "monkey butt" (<span style="font-style: italic;">as much as Steve hates that I call him that. The other night he said..."you really should stop calling him that." I said, "Why? It totally fits him!" "Have you seen a monkey butt?" he asked, "They aren't cute!"</span>). Every time I go in to get him in the mornings, the moment he sees me he just starts rattling the bars in his crib <span style="font-style: italic;">(much like a MoNkEy! Just sayin'</span>) and has this grin from ear to ear! I think he's pretty sad that we put a chewy crib rail protector up...he was getting so close to using his teeth to put the finishing touches on his totem pole ;)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">By the end of April, Wyatt totally took me by surprise one morning and totally started crawling! He'd been doing the rockin' thing on his hands and knees forever and then one morning totally put two and two together and off he went!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This video was captured about a week after he started crawling...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/MVI_0632.flv" width="600" height="361"></embed></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now he crawls and pulls himself up to stand on any and all objects!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRHKutJ9ETUrFG7KQZLAJBsNCdQzLNc_ZcU5xPCBP61YqZWuvo5X9g8q5W3Pvo_tiKb_3Jwo3hDbLstBJgCK2dmM_HGIltoTxiUu15wPVQQXL-Fw3EwXW787gq4D9EKGniDEVzYnGtXiL/s1600/IMG_0639.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/AVvXsEifRHKutJ9ETUrFG7KQZLAJBsNCdQzLNc_ZcU5xPCBP61YqZWuvo5X9g8q5W3Pvo_tiKb_3Jwo3hDbLstBJgCK2dmM_HGIltoTxiUu15wPVQQXL-Fw3EwXW787gq4D9EKGniDEVzYnGtXiL/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480550361425619106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRHKutJ9ETUrFG7KQZLAJBsNCdQzLNc_ZcU5xPCBP61YqZWuvo5X9g8q5W3Pvo_tiKb_3Jwo3hDbLstBJgCK2dmM_HGIltoTxiUu15wPVQQXL-Fw3EwXW787gq4D9EKGniDEVzYnGtXiL/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EbgO1GHxESdsz5JTtNypIowny9MykjbHBUlXFSsjzLubDGSlhhdHuTGgLdHaeBixJh4OuXkS0lNyXZH0CGCC-dwOtrlWjoyYGFu68DOS8DjSV7yztXdiTEq6yPHaTwIlrhZhPBSi_bFx/s1600/IMG_0642.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/AVvXsEi6EbgO1GHxESdsz5JTtNypIowny9MykjbHBUlXFSsjzLubDGSlhhdHuTGgLdHaeBixJh4OuXkS0lNyXZH0CGCC-dwOtrlWjoyYGFu68DOS8DjSV7yztXdiTEq6yPHaTwIlrhZhPBSi_bFx/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480550371691081858" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span>On one hand, it's awesome that he's crawling and seeing new things...but on the other hand....well picture me trying to finish the dishes, make dinner and clean up the goldfish that jumped from their home in Wyatt's mouth to their death on my kitchen floor. I put Wyatt on the floor and surround him with toys <span style="font-style: italic;">(to him it's heaven, to me it's a barricade that if used properly will give me a good solid 5 minutes of uninterrupted cleaning time before he realizes I'm not by his side and he comes barreling towards me like a human bulldozer dragging stuffed animals and legos between his legs</span>). Only this time...5 minutes turns into 6 and the internal alarm in my head is going, "WHERE'S THE BABY??!" When he's too quite, it generally means he's found something he's not supposed to have and he's enjoying his time before mommy finds him! I found him in the bathroom...chomping on the toilet seat and splish splashing the toilet water with his hands!! People, I'm clean and all...but even I wouldn't lick a toilet seat no matter how clean I know it is!<br /><br />Best/Worst part? I yelp, he turns, drops to the ground and crawls to me as fast as his scrawny little limbs will take him, grinning from ear to ear (<span style="font-style: italic;">he knows he's busted</span>) and when I pick him up he goes in for a baby kiss (<span style="font-style: italic;">you know the kind...all slobbery and mouth open</span>)! Cute that he wants to give a kiss, sure, but I totally have toilet slobber on my lips!! BLECK!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CQwzQ1vl7lO6-Gc8kR4wvjg8PIALo4AfsZ-1SZxFpJ4pJdEbMaNOIqbSvTx3_ANcRwwPt6qvJX6l7UI5TwzSoZncbDPHbn0tE3JoLQq703iB-AWFDvvV6bWbmtbF4E2xmgSty9xZ6NfY/s1600/IMG_0636.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/AVvXsEh5CQwzQ1vl7lO6-Gc8kR4wvjg8PIALo4AfsZ-1SZxFpJ4pJdEbMaNOIqbSvTx3_ANcRwwPt6qvJX6l7UI5TwzSoZncbDPHbn0tE3JoLQq703iB-AWFDvvV6bWbmtbF4E2xmgSty9xZ6NfY/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480547623448465090" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-17684993227305136152010-05-26T17:22:00.000-07:002010-06-23T11:17:18.244-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Truths for Mature Humans</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >your computer history if you die. </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >realize you're wrong. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >younger. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >6. Was learning cursive really necessary? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >person died. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >10. Bad decisions make good stories. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >the rest of the day. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >don't want to have to restart my collection...again. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >swear I did not make any changes to. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >ever. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >, but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >run away? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >answer when they call. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >saw it. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >finish a text. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >hunger. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >and sisters! </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >dirty, and you can wear them forever. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >not know what time it is. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >time! </span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-77525647533603904332010-04-12T17:51:00.000-07:002010-06-23T11:17:44.311-07:00Take the 'POOP' with you!<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I can't stand it when people let their dogs poop anywhere (<span style="font-style: italic;">as if I don't deal with poop enough as it is!!</span>). Understand that this doesn't bother me if the owner is respectful enough to CLEAN IT UP! But, in our subdivision, these owners seem to have been slapped with the stupid stick and act as if they couldn't possibly fathom picking up after their dog and simply leave them wherever they may fall.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMlzGdGZe_j-X9Ms9bNjHMFp2yQQdaoiaZBxWD0EZzySDFqPViY1kIrAn08Nq8vkBoTj5H0nSuH70OQ5FXR4IXuJnNUbxORjHiD7kmD90SktW-AuwDseb7H3Qqh8zgiSCw1OeZheeZdgJ/s1600/poop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMlzGdGZe_j-X9Ms9bNjHMFp2yQQdaoiaZBxWD0EZzySDFqPViY1kIrAn08Nq8vkBoTj5H0nSuH70OQ5FXR4IXuJnNUbxORjHiD7kmD90SktW-AuwDseb7H3Qqh8zgiSCw1OeZheeZdgJ/s320/poop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459423886695416050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A couple of days a week, when I don't go to the gym, I like to take a jog around the neighborhood with Wyatt in the stroller. There is a long stretch of road, on the outside wall of our subdivision that butts up against nothing but desert. You'd think people would just let their dogs poop on the other side of the street, IN THE DESERT....ah, that would be a <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span>. Running on the sidewalk is like running through a minefield! The dog logs are just scattered throughout the landscaping AND the sidewalk! I've even been running down the sidewalk, seen an owner patiently waiting while their doggy takes care of business and then walk away!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was mentioning this frustration to (<span style="font-style: italic;">Anonymous</span>) the other day and (<span style="font-style: italic;">Anonymous</span>) gave me the most brilliant resolution! They have the same kind of offenders in their neighborhood too. They were tired of cleaning the logs out of their lawn, so instead, they take some bacon grease and drizzle it over the abandoned piece of feces. Then, the next dog does the picking up for them! It's genius!!! Granted I'd feel bad if a non-offenders pooch ate one...but I've yet to see a single person pick up after their dog, so I'm certain that only the offenders would suffer with their dogs and their bacon/poo poo breath :)</span></span><br /><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-66755031159254278272010-04-07T14:15:00.001-07:002010-04-12T18:18:56.124-07:00Belly-Buttons and "China's"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My Mom and Kristie and her kiddos came to visit for the week last week. It was such a blast! I love having company! Kristie's kids, Bentley and Lyza, seriously make me laugh to the point of tears! They say some of the funniest things!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4KBvIzUbxJqhZ5PmlFGR_khGxe-KvggryHbRwz8b-Yye4CRxZck7MQOyzr6aXq3loZR7JIX5pkf-9-LAPHr7vske7jJwt3ivAvs8ez-8UEH-I0l7RgXLs-v-wCP9EslG70IGyRsi1l0Px/s1600/Lyza+%26+Bentley.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4KBvIzUbxJqhZ5PmlFGR_khGxe-KvggryHbRwz8b-Yye4CRxZck7MQOyzr6aXq3loZR7JIX5pkf-9-LAPHr7vske7jJwt3ivAvs8ez-8UEH-I0l7RgXLs-v-wCP9EslG70IGyRsi1l0Px/s320/Lyza+%26+Bentley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425334515934402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Kristie was telling me that Bentley is a little more curious about the difference between boys and girls. One day, while changing Lyza, Bentley pointed and asked, "Mom, is that her "wiener"?" Kristie answered, "No, that's her Vagina."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">She said he didn't really mention it again until a week later when she was changing Lyza's diaper, but this time he asked, "Mom...is that her......"China"??" Apparently Vagina was too complex of a word for a 3 year old to remember (HA!). I so LOVE that kid!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bentley has a way of demanding your attention, if he notices that you are giving it to someone else and not to him. This adorable little method is what we like to call "headbutting"!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, we were up in the loft the other day and my mom was helping me decide what to put on the shelf that my husband made for me. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He sees my mom talking to me, so he runs over to her and headbutts her in the crotch! I'm fairly certain that the pain from being hit in the pubic bone/crotch is pretty darn close to the pain a dude may feel when taking a hit to the groin. My mom fell to the floor with a shriek and Bentley, more terrified that Nana was going to be mad at him, covered his eyes and then while peeping through his fingers said, "Ouch.....my head".</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know she was in pain, but I couldn't help it...I LAUGHED....a total fit of laughter complete with a geezer wheeze from the lack of oxygen!!! It was like the slap you silly laughter you get at church when you know you are supposed to be quiet and pay attention but something so stupidly simple takes over all sense of rationality. The first thing that popped into my head was, "Oh! Did you just get a headbutt to the "China"???!!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Later that day, Bentley saw me changing Wyatt's diaper and so he knelt down beside him and was being so cute trying to get Wyatt to laugh. Then he stops, tilts his head and points. He looks up at me at goes, "Is that Wyatt's belly-button?" "Umm, nope" I said, trying to keep from laughing, "his belly-button is up on his belly...see?" </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, my sons "wiener" was just confused for a belly-button. Should I be worried??? Nah! See...cuz of the "incomplete circumcision", our little Wy guy looks like he's sportin' a mock neck instead of the traditional crew-neck, or even the now fashion forward turtle-neck. ;c)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The innocence of children offered some much appreciated comedic relief that week!!</span></span><br /><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-9621692020609236672010-04-05T17:34:00.001-07:002010-04-07T11:29:27.245-07:009 Months<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">What used to be our timid, easy going little monkey butt has suddenly morphed into a vocal, squirmy, yet still just as much adorable as ever little 9 month old. If you leave the room (<span style="font-style: italic;">or even step more than 10 feet away</span>) without his permission, he lets out a cry as if the house is on fire and the world as he knows it is coming to an unbearable end. He's just shy of learning to crawl and will get up on his hands and knees and rock (<span style="font-style: italic;">all the while laughing</span>) until he suddenly face plants into the carpet. I filmed him learning to scoot one day about a week and a half ago...and a week later he totally had it mastered and does the army crawl scoot pretty much anywhere you lay him down. He scoots so much now that he's stretched out the neck of a lot of his shirts, dragging his belly across the ground and many times has rendered himself pant-less as he leaves them behind along his journey.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Just last night, after putting him to bed, he was crying a little more than usual, so after 10 minutes or so, I went in...only to find that he'd pulled himself up to his feet with both hands on top of the side rail and had no idea how to get back down. I think this realization scared him so much that it took half an hour to calm him down and let him realize that it's still OK to get back in the crib to get some sleep.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">His new found mobility is so exciting, but it's also made him a tad clingier than usual. If you sit next to him to play, he'll use you as a climbing gym over and over again until you get the idea that maybe you shouldn't sit so close!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Teaching him to feed himself has been a riot! I'm pretty sure that I mentioned somewhere earlier that he holds his own bottles...but needs to be on the floor to do so because he hasn't figured out how to tip the bottle to get the liquid. Well, we've now been putting crackers or other small items on his tray. In most cases he'll slap them with his slobbery hands and stare at the piece of food stuck to his palm, in total bewilderment. Then, with his other hand, he'll investigate said food with his tiny little pointer finger until it falls back to the tray...and then it starts all over again! Or, he'll just lean forward and lick the food off the tray. The concept of grabbing the food and bringing it to his mouth apparently has not been discovered yet.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I took Wyatt to the chiropractor the other day as a last pleading measure before I begged that he see a specialist. The subject of "Wyatt's Pooper" is so common now, I'm sure you won't be phased :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Well...a couple of weeks ago, this is how each and every pooping experience was turning out...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL943g1SYwG-f3L8bEv2UYxxVLURYKDRtPzAil6_oFuTxHFOksieTiyNuYo4wrRWred8aW3pQy4uDINTr16ctC1PpiwXTjmNWBVtsBCUWAcw3GBuEElqVJjSEBxt3eXoMjTihWiUA3eJGB/s1600/Bum.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/AVvXsEgL943g1SYwG-f3L8bEv2UYxxVLURYKDRtPzAil6_oFuTxHFOksieTiyNuYo4wrRWred8aW3pQy4uDINTr16ctC1PpiwXTjmNWBVtsBCUWAcw3GBuEElqVJjSEBxt3eXoMjTihWiUA3eJGB/s320/Bum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457047597253314" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span>I guess it's just beyond my understanding how any doctor could say that THIS is normal. I mean, each time he'd push, he'd just shriek in pain and it's obvious why! He couldn't get them any further than here. He was at max stretching capacity for his size and I'd have to pretty much push his little bum cheeks together and "pop it like a zit" to help him out! The odd part about it was that we hadn't done anything to change his diet when this happened. He'd been on baby food for months and was getting plenty of formula. We were giving him prune juice on a regular basis and it was taking more and more just to get any results.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The chiropractor mentioned that his son went through some of the same problems. He showed me some stuff to help get things moving and recommended changing his food to homemade baby food instead. We also took him off of formula and put him on rice milk. Can I say NIGHT AND DAY DIFFERENCE!!? No more black and hard little turd balls! Now, it's pretty much the same color and consistence as the food that went in!! Yeah, I'm totally taking a moment to do my happy dance! You have no idea how long we've been battling this issue!! Granted, it's only been about a little over a week that he's been regular...but I don't care! I'm gonna stay positive!! :c)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, last weekend...we went hog wild making loads and loads of baby food. Another added bonus, no more chasing Wyatt's face around during feedings! The kid has his mouth open and ready for every bite! I can't blame him...have you tasted the baby food you buy in the grocery stores??? It's bitter, bland and hard to make yourself swallow! Now it's sweet, flavorful and there's way more to choose from!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyuP3jd2pd5i_a3vaSTwRG1Uq0BuC23KLryt6y__62gjD1K00avLdzaCatgnMSgfT_KOVmvnPHXYXG_ift1EcE5wGfi8rQR3GpH7du0Z2KefzuzA7WbiV9K8oHppTM5U0oQ2UooacBsZV/s1600/Baby+Food.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyuP3jd2pd5i_a3vaSTwRG1Uq0BuC23KLryt6y__62gjD1K00avLdzaCatgnMSgfT_KOVmvnPHXYXG_ift1EcE5wGfi8rQR3GpH7du0Z2KefzuzA7WbiV9K8oHppTM5U0oQ2UooacBsZV/s320/Baby+Food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457461300983347794" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Each morning starts off with some fresh juiced apple juice mixed with some magnesium to help keep water in his intestines. Then he eats some butternut squash, sweet peas, yams, blueberry/apple sauce, banana/orange/kiwi/spinach smoothie, carrots, etc. and a bottle of rice milk each feeding thereafter. He's doing great! He's napping better, and looks as though he has way more energy during the days. I hope this becomes the norm!</span></span><br /><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-59089359900657069312010-03-06T22:33:00.001-08:002010-03-06T22:40:26.558-08:00Oh Baby, We're Getting Close!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNdcY_1RKGrVM2tuZwCvdWrxA6axgLYfGp3mLaaqH8vzkc929SeWiQPa-00s-TEi8-elvhoULpvkJ789ya26zYl6Beaty1HSwFa_Lq3SbOToLmf82VX4KTa3lpBm-PnVruysNqFRSCU8i/s1600-h/Teeth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNdcY_1RKGrVM2tuZwCvdWrxA6axgLYfGp3mLaaqH8vzkc929SeWiQPa-00s-TEi8-elvhoULpvkJ789ya26zYl6Beaty1HSwFa_Lq3SbOToLmf82VX4KTa3lpBm-PnVruysNqFRSCU8i/s400/Teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445776646741169906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Look how close those puppies are to the surface! He's been chomping on just about everything in sight...and I'm sure that any day now (or week) they'll be making their big entrance! Until then, he'll continue to flash his toothless grin to pretty much anyone who will look his way...as always! He just draws people to him and has such a lovable personality! It's so fun to watch how much this kid changes day by day :c)</span></span><br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154895007553369252.post-21054979402379451592010-03-06T18:24:00.000-08:002010-03-06T22:40:02.482-08:00MoNsTeR - TrUcK - MaDnEsS!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our lil Wy guy is officially 8 MONTHS OLD!! </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WS96FrUw_X-HkFljg_uJU2kv1du38KTwpyKV6nS5lnrTPrJ3uyzwn8ZAcoHMUkeuBni4hH5xWl76w_HiWvOO9WamdSFyBFdBJQK4-jrLXZtPOXihL6Ke1Po9b9-3q3sUyeZNhWA3WcuY/s1600-h/Wyatt+8+Months.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WS96FrUw_X-HkFljg_uJU2kv1du38KTwpyKV6nS5lnrTPrJ3uyzwn8ZAcoHMUkeuBni4hH5xWl76w_HiWvOO9WamdSFyBFdBJQK4-jrLXZtPOXihL6Ke1Po9b9-3q3sUyeZNhWA3WcuY/s320/Wyatt+8+Months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445775769378366994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">To celebrate, we went to the store and purchased a MoNsTeR TrUcK. He L-O-V-E-S this thing!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgja-UvePz6FfxlF29Ggzo28kvGNoXPCY324SVujZX1omC_oxKVURhyphenhyphenpiuIFX6sHQIDqzaDal674U8en0LOtd8fapi2bg2FZnOQl6mIpj7LXUkYq59fXcZ7Lr_EGuDjLoyYuiq_hk69S2Jt/s1600-h/Monster+Truck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgja-UvePz6FfxlF29Ggzo28kvGNoXPCY324SVujZX1omC_oxKVURhyphenhyphenpiuIFX6sHQIDqzaDal674U8en0LOtd8fapi2bg2FZnOQl6mIpj7LXUkYq59fXcZ7Lr_EGuDjLoyYuiq_hk69S2Jt/s320/Monster+Truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445715861247694994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You don't have to take my word for it...he'll show you himself!! Take a look!</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid979.photobucket.com/albums/ae274/ms_emily23/MVI_0562.flv" width="425" height="344"></embed><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's moments like this that I can't get enough of him! I love it!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">**The look he gives me at the end when he realizes that I've been recording him...Priceless.</span></span>**<br /></div>Steven and Emily Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16603557172384066739noreply@blogger.com2