tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55533327865732375012024-03-05T20:11:27.614-08:00The Christensen ClanDev and Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09961277449186738695noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-24421000863587747802012-06-04T22:24:00.000-07:002012-06-04T22:24:05.415-07:00Trae Trae<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As Traegan rounded the 4 month mark, his colic and reflux vanished, and he changed a ton! It is the best ever and we are even more obsessed with him than we were before. We have heard him giggle a little here and there, and he has begun to interact so much with anyone who is interested. I still get the "He is so serious" remarks from strangers every now and then, but honestly I think without those dang tummy aches, he is happier always! We are still trying to sort out a few little digestion issues, but he eats like a champ, he sleeps like a champ, through the night following last weeks training camp, and started eating baby cereal which he cannot ever seem to get enough of. Good grief this kid is huge! I can hardly believe that Braden was bigger than Traegan so far at every age because Traegan just seems like the chunkiest kid ever!!</div>
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"You think my cheeks are full of food? Well they aren't!! And yea this is a girls bib."</div>
<br />Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-24835096102907870002012-06-04T22:05:00.001-07:002012-06-04T22:05:35.933-07:00I Did It!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Truth! I learned to French Braid my own hair finally. It took me a few tries, and I'm no Pro, but I can do it. I'm actually really proud of myself. It is just one of those things that really bugged me since I couldn't do it. So cross that one off my list. In other news, my 5 favorite things journal is proving to be a huge success. I really feel like I was inspired to start doing that. Some days it is really simple, other days, it is more like an actual journal entry where I am taking note of things. Between blogging and that, I'd say I am doing alright. I have been tremendously blessed lately and have really recognized the difference that the little things make. The easy things like saying my prayers, reading my scriptures, focusing during the Sacrament, and attending the temple, have recently strengthened me and renewed my faith and love for my Savior, Jesus Christ, and my Father in Heaven.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-83219930332445871922012-06-04T21:58:00.003-07:002012-06-04T21:59:32.931-07:00Braden and Gramp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Braden loves Grandpa McFadyen. Whenever we stop by during the day, Braden goes up to Grandpas in home office to pay a visit to his "Gramp". Recently Braden has been really interested in helping do whatever is going on with Grandpa, whether it be car repair, yard work, or housework. Braden isn't a big help, but Grandpa is such a sport and lets Braden help as much as he can stand.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-37512366991243484362012-06-04T21:55:00.003-07:002012-06-04T21:55:48.051-07:00DAVIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chad is a great sport for Braden. This was an episode of their adventures together looking for sharks in my parents house.<br />
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Braden and Traegan are pretty lucky boys to have these uncles and aunts who all adore them almost as much as their Mommy and Daddy do.<br />
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Braden finally got to go camping with Dad at our ward Fathers and Sons campout. Braden had a heck of a time being a ruffian with his buds and was so excited about camping when they got home. We have talked about going again every weekend since then, because Braden is such an outdoorsman. They got to camp at the best campground I've ever heard of. 10 minutes from home on the property of a family in our ward. I am actually hoping that they will let us camp a time or two this summer. It definitely sounds ideal with Traegan.</div>
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Braden loved sleeping in a sleeping bag. We haven't taken him camping since he was a crib sleeper at the beginning of last summer so I was a little worried he would be hard to get to bed, but Devin said he did great. We are going to have to get Braden a sleeping bag of his very own!<br />
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The boys did a little fishing. Braden might tell you he caught a fish or two, but....<br />
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Whose kid is that running around with flip flops and no shirt on? Oh that is just the Christensen kid. Yeah it must be a Christensen thing because a few of Bradens cousins are the exact same way. I can't wait until next months Fathers and Sons, a new tradition that I am starting in my family of Dad taking the kiddos camping at least twice a summer. Its going to be <strike>my</strike> their favorite tradition ever!!</div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-52892416517492112502012-05-14T21:45:00.001-07:002012-05-14T21:45:07.967-07:00It Starts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well we broke out our swimming suits this week in spite of the freezing cold water. The hot temperatures and my desires to hold out on turning on the AC inspired our first swims. Today, 5 days of swimming in, and a now heated pool, Braden has taught himself to swim from place to place under water. I mean literally the kid can swim. He can barely barely get his head above water to take a breath, but nothing a few swimming lessons won't take care of. I thought he was drowning himself when he jumped in to the deeper end of our pool without floaties, but after I jumped in and got my pants wet tonight to save him, he did it again and made it to the shallow end in no time. The little stinker. He is quite the little fishy. Meanwhile, he is still a two year old. I think its pretty impressive.Devinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17183708027047949959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-74451461547950559002012-05-14T21:34:00.001-07:002012-05-14T21:34:33.502-07:00Friends Are the Best<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Braden is the best friend ever. He was at Zacks the other day and had to go potty. Zackary wasn't potty trained, but his mommy had sure tried to get that ball rolling a few times with no success. When Braden was there using the bathroom, Zack decided it was time, and his potty training journey began that very minute. Thank you Braden!!Devinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17183708027047949959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-3200700825688621402012-05-07T23:16:00.001-07:002012-05-07T23:16:26.750-07:00My Favorite ThingsI use this blog kind of as a journal/ scrapbook for our family. I know I am not incredibly diligent, but I am trying and I post at least once a month, and I definitely catch up, so Id say, Im doing my best. I just went through my posts to delete drafts that didn't need to be posted, and came across a post from over a year ago, that for some reason never made the cut. It was called "My Favorite Things Today". As I read it over, I loved what I read. It was a joyful post with a list of 5 of my favorite things for the day. I think I might start a journal that way. I have only done well in a journal for maybe 6 months straight, and if I just hone in on 5 things, I think that might be do-able. And if one day I write more in it, then thats great for everyone! So here's to my 5 favorite things of each day.<br />
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1) Traegan slept last night until 6am! It was delightful!!<br />
2) Braden had a play date at his friends this morning and I got to work on a few blog posts and go to Costco. Traegan also took a killer nap while Braden was gone and my house looked a million times cleaner that it did when I woke up this morning. My house always looks like a tornado blew through on Monday mornings. Oh well.<br />
3) I ran into one of my favorite friends tonight at an unexpected event. It was fun to chat and laugh together.<br />
4) I am pretty sure that I did like 12 blog posts to update my sis during her trip to Ghana.<br />
5) Braden went swimming today, even though the pool was pretty dang cold, and he was in heaven.<br />
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Today was a great day. Tomorrow will be great too!Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-54313388436372524402012-05-07T23:01:00.000-07:002012-05-07T23:01:29.817-07:00Traegans Blessing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We went to Rexburg to bless Traegan. We had a wedding to attend and Devin had business in Southern Idaho and Utah so we decided why not? It was so much fun. My siblings came from Utah, and Devins sister came from Utah, and then Devins brother and parents from Rexburg were there. It was such a party!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrCbjv3aUfvAzmBQL1yKSx6u14EdhNiPaJfqVu_L6mKjeIe_k3En2tQAK461NgqAW5p8-Qe0Mo-Uru2S42t24w3R8olT6mWr6ChjZF_SQ7_jQUob2wheUQtaL9o4DjlTEHpRhKgsljIaf/s1600/IMG_1353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrCbjv3aUfvAzmBQL1yKSx6u14EdhNiPaJfqVu_L6mKjeIe_k3En2tQAK461NgqAW5p8-Qe0Mo-Uru2S42t24w3R8olT6mWr6ChjZF_SQ7_jQUob2wheUQtaL9o4DjlTEHpRhKgsljIaf/s320/IMG_1353.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Braden was so happy to see Auntie Chantel again. He misses her in between visits.</div>
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Our little angel in his perfect, borrowed, blessing outfit.</div>
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Our entire blessing party. We felt so lucky to have friends and family with us away from home. </div>
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All of Bradens snow pictures are somewhere still. I think on Devins work computer or on someone else's camera. I didn't take enough on my camera and maybe even misplaced a memory card from that trip. Who knows. </div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-47237025289312630692012-05-07T22:45:00.001-07:002012-05-07T22:45:29.053-07:00Growing Up<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Braden is pretty good at doing things when I ask. It took a while and he had a listening chart and had to get 100 stars before he could get a new bike, but he did it. He has gotten so good at picking his toys up in fact, that I decided he was probably old enough to do some little designated "Braden Chores". For now he thinks it is cool. Almost every time the dishwasher is clean, he gets to unload the utensils. He has even started wanting to help me unload the dishes. He is great!</div>
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B: Here. You should try these shoes on. They are great.<br />
M: They won't fit me. I like these.<br />
B: These shoes aren't cool enough for me. (WHAT? Where did he learn that? ha ha)<br />
M: They fit!! Lets go. Ive got my flashlight. (no flashlight) Theres a storm.<br />
B: No. The storms outside. Hurry lets go see it.<br />
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At this point I dashed out of my room and tried not to laugh out loud at the two of them walking down my hallway in Devins sz 14 shoes. They each proceeded to find a push toy and tried getting up the stairs in the shoes. I think they ditched them about 3 steps up. Cute boys! I am a huge fan of play dates especially now that my role has significantly decreased. Its not babysitting Bradens friends anymore. Its just a party for B and a break for me. LOVE IT!!Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-63798640613896408762012-05-07T22:33:00.001-07:002012-05-07T22:33:09.886-07:00Bath Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We love bath time around here. Its a good thing too probably with stinky boys taking over my house. These boys get one or two baths a day, sometimes more just cuz they like em!! Really its just the water that counts. Nothing else matters.</div>
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Braden decided if his action figures needed a bath, then so did he. He turned the water on and got in all by himself. Genius!</div>
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We have tried this a few times. It is always much harder than I think it will be and I have nixed it all together. Bathing an infant isn't as easy as bathing a child. I look forward to Traegan being able to sit up in the bath and be able to defend himself against the villainous big brother.</div>
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Just a quick wash of the face before bedtime. No big deal. The soap was there right?</div>
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I heard a ruckus in the bathroom one night and found out that Daddy had poured the bubbles in and they were taking over. Braden loved it of course!</div>
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This little monkey adores bath time. He is getting a little big for this cute little whale tub and gets water everywhere when he kicks his feet and flaps his arms like crazy, but even if he is super grouchy, a bath will always calm down. It is one of the few Traegan tricks that actually works. Thanks heaven!</div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-25393079618402541202012-05-07T22:16:00.002-07:002012-05-07T22:16:42.633-07:00Oakland Zoo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had a fun Easter. Braden and I play egg hunt for a few weeks before Easter and by the time the real thing came around he was ready to go and new exactly how to look for them. Braden got a new bike helmet since his old one from two summers ago is now way too small, and the Easter bunny forgot to bring the bike to go with it. Lucky Daddy got that one all figured out and the bike came a few days later.<br />
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<br />Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-38669166105238985642012-05-07T15:56:00.000-07:002012-05-07T15:56:02.025-07:00A Fish Named Water<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We have gotten our first family pet. A goldfish. He was a gift to Braden from a friend. Braden was super excited. He even gets to help feed his fish sometimes when he is being extra good. It was a few days before Braden could come up with a name that he liked for his little fishy. He named it Water. Great right? Such a funny guy. Water has added a great vibe to our kitchen counter.</div>
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<br />Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-40336636843819687882012-05-07T12:24:00.005-07:002012-05-07T12:24:59.130-07:00Whose kid is that?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A while back I think in March we had some friends over for a swim in the "hot pool". It was way too warm that day and none of us lasted long out there. But Rozzi and Braden had a blast. </div>
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to this, as we arrived home. Oh well. He is three right? Why do boys love taking their clothes off? I keep finding Braden shirtless here and there with the claim that he is hot. He has started taking his shoes and socks off at church and has even been caught trying to unbutton his shirt during sacrament meeting. Whose kid is this?</div>
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For Devins birthday he got a carwash kit, complete with a hose. He has talked for a long time about how he hates when I pay someone else to wash our car and that he wants to wash our cars every Saturday. Did I say cars? Yes I did. After 4.5 years of being a one car family, we got ourselves a family car. Having two cars is the best, although having a car payment after 3.5 years of having our trusty '98 Accord paid off may not be. However, I am loving the free carwash I get every Saturday. And Braden loves it too! So Braden does the fun part of spraying the cars down, and then lets Dad do the dirty work. Funny boy. And yes Braden does sing the carwash song as he goes along which he learned from a movie called Shark Tale, that I told him is broken cuz he started wanting to watch it every day.</div>
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Well almost four months in and I have not posted any of T Moneys month to month shots. Whoops. So here are a few for your enjoyment Lilo. (a nickname for my sis in Ghana). I'd say Traegan is a delight, but sometimes he isn't. Ha ha. He is way more difficult than Braden and I am sure all of my babies will be. Braden was sooooo easy. The poor guy has colic bad, and acid reflux, and he HATES being in the car unless my little sister Emily is in the back seat with him. He could care less if I try to sit back with him. He cry anyway. No fun for him and for us. Things are beginning to look up. I tried to ween him off the special formula he takes (I don't breastfeed because of the seizure medicine I take), and the Colic prescription, but after about a week and a half when he was around 13 weeks old, we realized he probably still wasn't ready. The poor little guy is having digestion problems up the wazoo. Luckily for the time being, everything appears to be normal with him, other than the infant digestion issues. He is super alert and loves being able to see the world around. Just like Braden, he doesn't really want to be cradled unless he is really tired. He wants to be in on the action. Thank goodness he is strong and I can carry him around in the Bjorn. He is super adorable when he is feeling good and is talking and being responsive to us like crazy and we are eating it up. Braden loves it when he can make Trae, as Braden has started to love making Traegan, smile. Braden is a great big brother and loves his baby so very much. Traegans favorite spots are his swing, when he is tired, his bed tucked in between two fluffy pillows on his side with binky in tow, or tucked in between my arm and armpit. We will have to get a pic of that one. Its the surefire way for him to fall asleep fast, if he doesn't have a tummy ache. Its about two seconds all snuggled in and he is out. He is definitely a snuggler when he is tired. He also loves being outside. If he isn't feeling good even if we are outside, he will grin and bear it. We take lots of walks now. We love this little one with all our hearts and are really enjoying watching him grow along side Big Brother Braden!</div>
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Look at this little angel. These were the days. I enjoyed waking up with him in the middle of the night, thinking it wouldn't last long and that he would follow in big brothers footsteps and start sleeping through the night on his own. I was wrong.<br />
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This is the furrowed brow we have come to know and love. From the beginning little mister has had a fairly serious demeanor. It will be interesting to see how these serious faces play out as we watch his personality develop.<br />
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The first time Traegan smiled was the best ever. With these serious faces he is always making, nothing beats a smile from him. He has the funniest smiles too. I guess he just has animated facial expressions. My siblings are always getting a good laugh just watching the faces he makes. :) He is a funny character. You'll notice he is not wearing a matching 3 mo onesie. It didn't fit at all. Oh well. I guess I will scrap the cute onesie idea and just do these diapered pics. They are cuter anyway right?<br />
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First off. THANK YOU BLOG SPOT for finally becoming user friendly. After 5 years of blogging and hating the process, it finally isn't all that bad. And just in time, because with my little Sis Lauren in Ghana for the summer, I promised her I would update my blog since we can't Skype or send picture messages anymore. So plan on seeing this little ol blog updated once a week. Thank you Lauren. And who knows, maybe I will start liking blogging since the format makes sense now. THANK YOU BLOGGER!!!<br />
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Braden has a helmet and mask obsession. Every time we go to Target we make a pit stop at the toy section, and a helmet or a mask gets put on and then brought with us around the store and then after Braden puts it on the belt to "pay it" I just tell the checker that we aren't getting it and they are super sneaky and they put it away. Its the best. He is so happy at the store and lots of times, he will just forget about it afterward, until we go to Target again and he knows exactly where the masks and helmets are. He really wanted this helmet when we were helmet shopping for him, but he has such a giant noggin, that we decided it wasn't the best fit since it isn't adjustable.<br />
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Does anyone know where these goggles came from? Braden always gets them off the shelf in the garage, one of his favorite places to find new toys, and wears them around for a little while until he gets sick of pushing them back up on his nose.<br />
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My very own Handy Manny. Braden loves going to work these days and thanks to a Bob the builder tool belt someone gave us, construction hat from Devins work, and tools from someone else, he gets to work in style. Lucky kid.<br />
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This is a fan favorite this week. We have taken this mask pretty much everywhere we have gone, and if we don't take it with us, he looks for it the second we get home. Its not even ours. We are borrowing it from some big boys down the street. The best part about the Star Wars mask is that he can't really see out of those tiny eye slits so when he walks around he just flips it up on his head like a welding mask and does whatever he needs to do. Then when he is ready for some more Star Wars action, he flips it down again. I think I see a mask in this boys future. Also Braden is standing on his skateboard/ snowboard/ surfboard, whatever he sees fit for it to be at the time, a pad from a bench in our bedroom. I think it makes it onto the floor at least once a day.<br />
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Braden and his best buddy Zack had a blast at the store the other day. Guess which one Braden is?! Oh did you guess the one in the pink hat? You are right!</div>
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Ay ay ay!! My little muchacho riding away into the sunset!</div>
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Braden and Ryder snacking in helmets. Everyones doing it!</div>
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And if all else fails, Braden always has paper bags to make hats and masks out of. This kid just has it made.<br />
<br />Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-39662175223134374872012-03-23T11:54:00.002-07:002012-03-23T11:58:35.728-07:00Long Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnu7xIqXkYUvVkT2bm6iti7Q0YrPjBGNagXY08CkSVRGfNzRkk6PpjI8JxHG3OTJGZ_TOptbchdMXV_7Z1945EnPeHaL0ASWuu0P3aWrnLgNjaiZhKgfBxy2TxZM4SgZFtfrMxabE2ysiX/s1600/IMG_1489.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnu7xIqXkYUvVkT2bm6iti7Q0YrPjBGNagXY08CkSVRGfNzRkk6PpjI8JxHG3OTJGZ_TOptbchdMXV_7Z1945EnPeHaL0ASWuu0P3aWrnLgNjaiZhKgfBxy2TxZM4SgZFtfrMxabE2ysiX/s320/IMG_1489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723168908366925266" /></a><br />We had a huge play week. Having friends every day this week except for Friday. Needless to say Braden has been worn out every day. On an especially long day, after we walked our friends home, both of his friends, Tess and Taylor, climbed into bed almost as soon as we got there and Braden played for a little while longer while their Mom and I visited. I knew that Braden would crash as soon as we got home. So even though it was already 3:30 I knew he probably needed a little nap. We walked in the door and I turned on a movie so I could get Traegan fed and put down and before I knew it, Braden was out. I let him stay like that for a few minutes thinking he would wake up, but after he didn't I decided I should lay him down so his legs wouldn't fall asleep.Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-9760533553560230212012-03-22T19:41:00.011-07:002012-03-23T11:20:53.426-07:00Play GroupThis week Braden and I hosted playgroup at our house. The weather was already amazing at 9am when the kids started to arrive so at 10 we headed straight outside for a nature walk and picnic snack. It was my first playgroup not being big and pregnant so it was just delightful! All of the kids were so excited to get out and play. First we headed to the mail box and the hook ups for firehoses. The boys were in heaven. They took of down the street so so fast. The oldest little boy, Matthew, tried to keep it together for a while and started telling the younger boys, Braden and Ryder to stop running and stay close, but very quickly, he took off right with them. Cute little Rozzi held my hand the entire time. Oh the differences between boys and girls were 100% apparent the entire time. It was such a blast! I don't know why it took me two years to figure that one out. I cant wait to do it again on the next warm day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KRX71eqcMeReDswGb3q1Yo7QLwOzAfSdl5G8IyKkCxlhyphenhyphenJeSa1tK8s8KeVCHRTxgNUiT0y7-7L11weDEsSGL-tKwFqcyzymI7IOGSS2cMn64EdUAt_6iynbBgYdQ-8R066B3_VmbgDQu/s1600/IMG_1490.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KRX71eqcMeReDswGb3q1Yo7QLwOzAfSdl5G8IyKkCxlhyphenhyphenJeSa1tK8s8KeVCHRTxgNUiT0y7-7L11weDEsSGL-tKwFqcyzymI7IOGSS2cMn64EdUAt_6iynbBgYdQ-8R066B3_VmbgDQu/s320/IMG_1490.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723156180216681442" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShANjpWTFwYuzicXVxp4U9k2H_Ks53ktLVLYtYaYryiozdAW1VkLJn0uytwviDOahuNCEkWz4TrzptRy0KycXpB2y2nhNEKuUGDjf5wxhDizN7WEyQfEnwaQj9RBh5Nyqlfo9rHFiY98c/s1600/IMG_1492.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShANjpWTFwYuzicXVxp4U9k2H_Ks53ktLVLYtYaYryiozdAW1VkLJn0uytwviDOahuNCEkWz4TrzptRy0KycXpB2y2nhNEKuUGDjf5wxhDizN7WEyQfEnwaQj9RBh5Nyqlfo9rHFiY98c/s320/IMG_1492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723156197544 </div><div> </div><div> </div>516194" /></a>During the middle leg of our walk, we were lucky enough to spot a snail, a huge butterfly that stuck around long enough for all the kids to see, and a shy roly poly bug. I was surprised that Rozzi wasn't the one saying 'ewww' but that it was the apparently not so tough Ryder! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMzgYxJSrtZvYS5roUoptoiOXd-t_L4t_yTvPQNfnuw751StgQFQKY6cWz__IYgouDt6QK7IwXdnvuTlYnmrmZ7FTy1xI9jDixFVzRcRmFgCZXI0cI-JZ-eQxHqkZSUXfvS0XrMztEHEB/s1600/IMG_1491.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMzgYxJSrtZvYS5roUoptoiOXd-t_L4t_yTvPQNfnuw751StgQFQKY6cWz__IYgouDt6QK7IwXdnvuTlYnmrmZ7FTy1xI9jDixFVzRcRmFgCZXI0cI-JZ-eQxHqkZSUXfvS0XrMztEHEB/s320/IMG_1491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723156191982862882" /></a>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-67294709156469985042012-03-22T19:40:00.003-07:002012-03-23T11:49:15.920-07:00Tender Mercies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XZwhcYgmnv6vWTHTEJCSfUTNwDMx8J_TrDWh3BLrdscwshMjP9P3GX2ZsNAiUE2Iy9ZF6ZMq-NPQluFdmeqcIecCzqYw_nJJFSVEs1VE3qs_gz6dTHWB-DWTF9hd6XRFuxNDLe5kNX_-/s1600/P1010212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XZwhcYgmnv6vWTHTEJCSfUTNwDMx8J_TrDWh3BLrdscwshMjP9P3GX2ZsNAiUE2Iy9ZF6ZMq-NPQluFdmeqcIecCzqYw_nJJFSVEs1VE3qs_gz6dTHWB-DWTF9hd6XRFuxNDLe5kNX_-/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723166112001758146" /></a><br />I had a very sweet moment the other day and just wanted to record it so I would be able to look back and remind myself of just how sweet my life really is. It was Wednesday afternoon and I was just finished feeding Traegan. The afternoon lull had kicked in and a movie was on. Braden was snuggled up on the couch by my side and Traegan was in my arms. I was sending an email on my phone when I realized the amazing moment that was occurring. Braden was quiet and calm, Traegan was happy, cooing, and falling asleep in my arms. <div>My life was exactly what I dreamt it would be for that one moment. I was reminded in a flash exactly why I have chosen this path for my life. These boys, including Devin, mean more to me than anything I could have imagined and as many of you know, a mothers love can't really be described. My perfect life was right before my eyes. My Heavenly Father granted me a glimpse into my own life. Life as a stay at home mom can be crazy. There are always chores to be done, meals to be fixed, diapers to be changed, and happiness to be conjured up out of thin air. It is so easy to get caught up in the hustle of life and forget what we have. </div><div>One of my dearest friends and I used to laugh saying during crazy moments something along the lines of "This wasn't what I dreamed it would be!" speaking of motherhood. And in all honestly many times it isn't. Catching a load of poop in my hand mid-diaper change, cleaning up spilled milk for the 10th time in one day, putting Braden on timeout in his room, hearing him scream and throw his toys is certainly not my idea of a good time. </div><div>However, when Bradens little voice tells me that he loves me out of the blue, or when he says okay Mom when I ask him to do something; When Traegan sweet little blue eyes stare up into mine and the somber look on his face wipes away for a brief moment and he lovingly smiles at me, those are the moments I would pay anything to have! In that quiet moment with my sweet boys in my arms, my Heavenly Father confirmed to me exactly why I chose this path for myself. These sweet little boys are my world and although it is wild and fast paced and crazy sometimes, there is no other life that could be more fulfilling for me.<div><br /></div><div>"But behold, I Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance." (1 Nephi 1:20)<br /><div></div><div><br /></div></div><div>This scripture has never had so much meaning in my life as it does now. The Lord has truly shown me a tender mercy in my life, at a time when I was able to recognize it. I am so thankful for the scriptures, for a loving Heavenly Father who knows me and my needs, for a sweet and loving family who help me learn and grow in ways that I do not know. I love being a mother and being able to stay home with my boys. Deep down this is exactly the life I had always dreamt of as a girl and there is no other way I would want my life to be than the way it is at this very moment. I am blessed beyond measure.</div></div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-82864933447978353042012-02-18T10:36:00.003-08:002012-03-18T20:32:22.231-07:00Brothers<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">These cute boys are already forging a friendship to last a lifetime. Or at least Braden is. Traegan tenses up every time Braden touches him, but that will pass. Right? I want these guys to be best friends to the max and I hope that if I encourage them, it will happen. Braden loves his broski so much , and under the right conditions, Traegan l-l-l-loves Braden too. :)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5QW0NhYs39Je0UEPQvk-b57aYkAzsXv7c7tM-f2fHbuwbXpV4nE1hVftasMaJEPAS1lu6YC9EwGHABsKKe1as3NE0asPKnVrs3mrchP93gZ6ZiY4mni3ggey1_XHST09MVKWDNVXc9IS/s1600/P1010307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5QW0NhYs39Je0UEPQvk-b57aYkAzsXv7c7tM-f2fHbuwbXpV4nE1hVftasMaJEPAS1lu6YC9EwGHABsKKe1as3NE0asPKnVrs3mrchP93gZ6ZiY4mni3ggey1_XHST09MVKWDNVXc9IS/s320/P1010307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710547382417461394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A little before bedtime snuggle in Bradens awesome Big Boy bed. Finally Bradens room has furniture and almost looks the way a normal bedroom should. Its come little by little, and free or almost free piece by piece, but we are doing it!! Yay!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jA2gmwx00Gp8zApxK3P1YLZXXkJW95FiTAG-LyPsrIYoA1XK_CCoj-PcybZhgZ9R5szrNr23RRpDEvNALW5tg6v6HAkWtteNyTmRBv4Dv96AdosQeFRvX1CuWM7PgxQiGob3QqKe4rhy/s1600/P1010313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jA2gmwx00Gp8zApxK3P1YLZXXkJW95FiTAG-LyPsrIYoA1XK_CCoj-PcybZhgZ9R5szrNr23RRpDEvNALW5tg6v6HAkWtteNyTmRBv4Dv96AdosQeFRvX1CuWM7PgxQiGob3QqKe4rhy/s320/P1010313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710547366350594130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Check out these dapper men that I get to take to church with me. My grandma knit these darling vests for the boys and all the ladies at church were squealing with delight over how cute they looked!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtYvTv6_OQJKe2bD5xmfGScFo8eKiSaCTG3OvkjuumMkEj8WCkandFMoROWfsE1Htyq6Tdj2UPtR7K-beDGDtqRcMzX-e9uTKeV4xMlzZhJtjmD9Ov2c-GgvFYpgDcu4XVnR7gFjNSSRx/s1600/P1010314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtYvTv6_OQJKe2bD5xmfGScFo8eKiSaCTG3OvkjuumMkEj8WCkandFMoROWfsE1Htyq6Tdj2UPtR7K-beDGDtqRcMzX-e9uTKeV4xMlzZhJtjmD9Ov2c-GgvFYpgDcu4XVnR7gFjNSSRx/s320/P1010314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710547357210373714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">More snuggle time for the munchkins! Love them!</div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-8415519866946357952012-02-18T10:16:00.000-08:002012-02-18T10:36:42.579-08:00FRIENDS FOREVER!!As is evidenced in all of these pics, Braden has some pretty cool friends. All thanks to me of course. The awesome thing about my social life right now is Bradens friends. Pretty much every one of my good friends, has a child within 6 or so months of Braden and that makes it really easy for me to get together with my friends. I LOVE IT! That leads me to wonder, when do kids start making their own friends? I mean Braden will be friends with these kiddos forever, unless their parents decide to move, but when will ask me to play with some random kid whose parents I have never met? A few of my Mom friends are even pregnant and will have another round of kids to be Traegans buds. How exciting for me!! Love Bradens friends, Love their Moms even more!! We both have some pretty awesome friends!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSusa-SfcFXov33-qnENehqiYgXzPQsh8-kqJfQ5qZT-tFpXnLDlYEAQPIfdca5peFkxhrQ32GB8om32Zn8878SnxUoaQS8Fd126OkYvxceV4rbD24WgOaXKrtNRHWkSKKasgttwHaD7n/s1600/P1010305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSusa-SfcFXov33-qnENehqiYgXzPQsh8-kqJfQ5qZT-tFpXnLDlYEAQPIfdca5peFkxhrQ32GB8om32Zn8878SnxUoaQS8Fd126OkYvxceV4rbD24WgOaXKrtNRHWkSKKasgttwHaD7n/s320/P1010305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710544599695818162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Braden, Rozzi, Ryder</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfntfBsQN0bMe4X-1GHiBPTRTwm9Q4KOK3JN2LTaTbh-LyLJCPawL9zjLpUsbnzA1BYXgPAJoYcaOcbJV8J0yyhoR_fcFIbBLsgCLlvi6ebbzs3QBx2W41lwgsTZ1_VocRa_UH_f_SDBR_/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfntfBsQN0bMe4X-1GHiBPTRTwm9Q4KOK3JN2LTaTbh-LyLJCPawL9zjLpUsbnzA1BYXgPAJoYcaOcbJV8J0yyhoR_fcFIbBLsgCLlvi6ebbzs3QBx2W41lwgsTZ1_VocRa_UH_f_SDBR_/s320/IMG_1315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710544581303270418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Braden 2 yrs 8mo, Tessa 2yrs 11mo, Taylor 5, an exception to the age rule, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but these boys love playing together</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOYE5TLE7WcXAGSF0jlaCQig597Q70brEvBoEc2VvGzRbXJ0ByCo0OMCL1mXWqs0BbjyRTeRCInHmcaAPk6HK3WkPoG2K9WEpxRjQKyjwFd6tyDPP5r5bwRljXbII2Fzon3GZJpGzBJJm/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOYE5TLE7WcXAGSF0jlaCQig597Q70brEvBoEc2VvGzRbXJ0ByCo0OMCL1mXWqs0BbjyRTeRCInHmcaAPk6HK3WkPoG2K9WEpxRjQKyjwFd6tyDPP5r5bwRljXbII2Fzon3GZJpGzBJJm/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710544566435181794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Braden and Matthew, yep shirtless in January, Oh California</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSzUHzJWr1ggIMZXxEle7oxd4XtHf3BTf1pCTcwFDT-xf4GgnBPxgJmnj2klG95UBkcUK5CSeCEx0fyndn_PDEIbDgKpJxLMcHnZTiL8E3mra__4EkssubZeOdxozXn0OmQSY4byKBm4U/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSzUHzJWr1ggIMZXxEle7oxd4XtHf3BTf1pCTcwFDT-xf4GgnBPxgJmnj2klG95UBkcUK5CSeCEx0fyndn_PDEIbDgKpJxLMcHnZTiL8E3mra__4EkssubZeOdxozXn0OmQSY4byKBm4U/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710544565681080866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Braden, Zackary, 4 mo apart</div>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553332786573237501.post-52901411974439353072012-02-18T10:00:00.000-08:002012-02-18T10:16:18.753-08:00Oh ManSo Ive missed a few weeks of blogging. It really is my goal to post once a week, but life is so much busier with two. I am beginning to adjust and instead of being a half hour late to everything, I have gotten it down to 10 minutes, or even nearly on time in a few instances. I have started telling myself that I need to be early for one thing or another and then I make it a few seconds early to things. Still, half the time when I want to leave to go somewhere Traegan is hungry, has a leaky diaper, or a blowout. However, I am getting the hang of it, and am super grateful for the amazing weather we have been having that makes it so much easier to leave the house. <div><br /></div><div>In other interesting news, Devin and Braden went for a swim in our bathtub. Which is not a two person jetted tub by any standard. I think it is a little wider than other tubs, but not deeper. The other night for family home evening, we got all ready to go in our swimmers for a trip out to the hot tub. It was a surprise for Braden, but he knew we were going swimming as soon as I put his suit on. Devin ran out to check and see if anyone else was there, and to our dismay discovered that the spa was being repaired in one way or another. Being the wonderful, playful and creative dad that he is, Devin filled up the bathtub, almost to overflowing, and hopped in with Braden for a little playtime. I sat in the bathroom and we laughed and talked while the boys took a "swim". Braden loved it. It was a good time for all!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs_gf95EVkPRpccLTjD2HS2ejaBHf8UmCzjCwpiwmGB6mfOR0imrEvetJeTaYSZ2SaEz_uA7D7B9FB4520atpcICeqFJHNHya2vsC1ieZETtCbgr1By3Ur3Pg3ar4C679FZ7mKbGatxqP/s1600/P1010303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGs_gf95EVkPRpccLTjD2HS2ejaBHf8UmCzjCwpiwmGB6mfOR0imrEvetJeTaYSZ2SaEz_uA7D7B9FB4520atpcICeqFJHNHya2vsC1ieZETtCbgr1By3Ur3Pg3ar4C679FZ7mKbGatxqP/s320/P1010303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710539879910253410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5AsZ0sGiuQPRXAPvfILnrTzqMQ2-fPWCbeuLcyXhL6g3MLeX32PNUR3vmm1eYb-thLB1jYPSeN2F3N92JMrZ5GUOCpZ4F6p9pTADQtCogFREKS_-D_Xj5YLP_uCwJp6pxpW9TSOlkTBD/s1600/P1010302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5AsZ0sGiuQPRXAPvfILnrTzqMQ2-fPWCbeuLcyXhL6g3MLeX32PNUR3vmm1eYb-thLB1jYPSeN2F3N92JMrZ5GUOCpZ4F6p9pTADQtCogFREKS_-D_Xj5YLP_uCwJp6pxpW9TSOlkTBD/s320/P1010302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710539870813406002" /></a>Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639943181672379945noreply@blogger.com2