tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107586702024-03-14T03:34:16.759-06:00Strength Of The HillsHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-75420474088351592882010-12-05T21:17:00.001-07:002010-12-05T21:20:06.950-07:00There's an app for that*or random post from biggest blogging slacker in the universe.<br /><br />"Jon if you gave me an i pad for Christmas I think I would probably actually be mad at you because you would have had to rob a bank or something to afford it and I dont want to have you in jail for the next couple of years."<br /><br />"yes dear but Im sure there is a really cool app you can get that would help you count down the days till I got out!"<br /><br />"sweet!"Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-38076516122608100962010-06-15T18:29:00.004-06:002010-06-15T18:41:03.511-06:00just for fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWC9HOMSDZxnZr7g8Jum2nuevs2s2pJwAT1KjMEmX6n-HwNqlVg35ObrQA5OOkUrRkIK7PqDZ8g-gM91IFYQC_Pm1Lo9icQkqFq2v9rTdwAQbOby3u3v5vFJnBoOV4rA92CGN/s1600/_6117393007003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162821701992642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWC9HOMSDZxnZr7g8Jum2nuevs2s2pJwAT1KjMEmX6n-HwNqlVg35ObrQA5OOkUrRkIK7PqDZ8g-gM91IFYQC_Pm1Lo9icQkqFq2v9rTdwAQbOby3u3v5vFJnBoOV4rA92CGN/s400/_6117393007003.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihI0wvtmXYMqPLrSZNgw-GH-cX3lUpyB6Lpz99lOOq0ehLhfmufT3efbOyEjyHQZCM-FnYkjJJtHj26Cj3ptI7pXVyZar0rqbEqzncOToOyjCI_RuvWEu0kl0WZ5nnL5qxYQZ/s1600/_5187209005005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162813283894674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihI0wvtmXYMqPLrSZNgw-GH-cX3lUpyB6Lpz99lOOq0ehLhfmufT3efbOyEjyHQZCM-FnYkjJJtHj26Cj3ptI7pXVyZar0rqbEqzncOToOyjCI_RuvWEu0kl0WZ5nnL5qxYQZ/s400/_5187209005005.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lfYDyGNIXLYC2waoR05NLOvuxbIQ70WCb8nqb7a0Xgy28XmZGYlzHve5W5xQ4APzsO1IQ772jBUjWDhfz656d6AQVuo7tgATDf30KYb-9SN8uoCy_-KJT26RQqQYs1eQO2sY/s1600/_5267289002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162806381885970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lfYDyGNIXLYC2waoR05NLOvuxbIQ70WCb8nqb7a0Xgy28XmZGYlzHve5W5xQ4APzsO1IQ772jBUjWDhfz656d6AQVuo7tgATDf30KYb-9SN8uoCy_-KJT26RQqQYs1eQO2sY/s400/_5267289002.jpg" /></a></div><div>Just a few pictures of the kids. A picture of Breanna and the lovley lady she is turning in to. Skyler being a typical boy, dirty legs, a stick and some bark, who needs expensive toys? A typical moment between Ryan and Lane. </div><div></div><div>Ryan adores this kid like there is no tomorow. He is always playing with him or making him laugh. Or in this case putting something funny on his head and then jumping into the shot when I take a picture of it. Oh and notice Ryan's Knee? There goes the knees in yet another pair of pants.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-35699004294102129672010-06-14T09:37:00.002-06:002010-06-14T09:49:22.854-06:00Dear LaneSo Lane lets talk about this moving thing.<br /><br /> As you know I was a little less then impressed when you started rolling over at 3 months old and even less enthused when you started rolling the other way just 2 weeks after that. I also distinctly remember that feeling of dread when at the tender age of 5 months old you got your self going and pushed your self all the way across the living room floor. Dont you know that you could have waited another 2 months and been well within range of meeting your devlopmental milestones on time?<br /><br />That being said what is done is done. I accept that you are a mover and a doer and that you will try to put every tiny little thing you can see in your mouth. I have decided though that you can start crawling on your hands and knees. I know you are super efficent at your little "army crawl" but I am afraid you are going to wear out chests of all your onsies and shirts. So go ahead and crawl for real, have at it.<br /><br />Oh but there is one last thing, under no circumstances are you alowed to figure out how to climb up the step and get out of the sunken living room. That is not negotiable.<br /><br />Love Mom.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-52491253089879960442010-06-07T18:58:00.002-06:002010-06-07T19:02:32.890-06:00I asked the kids today who they loved most in the whole wide world.<br /><br />Ryans favourite people<br /><br />1. Lane<br />2. Dad<br />3. Mom<br />4. Breanna<br />5. Lane again<br /><br />Why not Skyler? Because he is to crazy.<br /><br />Breanna's Favourite People.<br /><br />all of us the same.<br /><br />Skyler's Favouite People.<br /><br />1. Lane<br />2. Dad<br />3. Mom<br />4. The TV<br />5. The Wall.<br /><br /><br />Although I came behind Dad from both the boys I am just happy Skyler loves me more then the TV and the wall.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-86600954520107606952010-04-20T23:33:00.002-06:002010-04-20T23:39:48.778-06:00Gratuitious Breanna Shot.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dSMln2-dV2ofnTZqrQsx3QGXHzDi2KsSrs784buQcbRicRlmX3fkPKCNddkvqOH5SLqANi6lynNTVgy4YJhSClAQaK6VY7ortGkcrAPuZv6WE-Gjf7vNLs7CGZ5e21D82mFN/s1600/IMG_0276.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462460841571264050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dSMln2-dV2ofnTZqrQsx3QGXHzDi2KsSrs784buQcbRicRlmX3fkPKCNddkvqOH5SLqANi6lynNTVgy4YJhSClAQaK6VY7ortGkcrAPuZv6WE-Gjf7vNLs7CGZ5e21D82mFN/s400/IMG_0276.jpg" /></a> I have not posted a pic of Bug for a while so I just found one to throw out there. Taken on Jon's phone this is Breanna at her first Oilers game, she went with Dad and Grandpa. To top it all off she got to see her first oilers game in the skybox!<br /><br /><div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-51116964739885370312010-04-19T14:57:00.001-06:002010-04-19T14:58:53.289-06:00Hooo are you looking at?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GC1ivOfgZGusH_cpEdt6gJqARJA3gva8wHj1j9DDsdjizCagpMqva4btZQTA_NeRa_qUooxmDN8cTFYpGR5hWzHcLb1YsjiTuIYXJTgZkohhrBX9AwzHp12X5DRIRBQSQWT1/s1600/_4196915_edited-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461955804825982802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GC1ivOfgZGusH_cpEdt6gJqARJA3gva8wHj1j9DDsdjizCagpMqva4btZQTA_NeRa_qUooxmDN8cTFYpGR5hWzHcLb1YsjiTuIYXJTgZkohhrBX9AwzHp12X5DRIRBQSQWT1/s400/_4196915_edited-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /> p.s. do you know how hard it is to lock focus on a baby who insists on crawling toward the camera? <div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-77946831817375147702010-04-15T09:33:00.002-06:002010-04-15T10:32:41.451-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WScvEGVHUuWGjmp62vi7B-MFwq2tsARxeFQpfQ5a_76vtijCnlHLX3hcZrjyBJcREg21F3Q0O5_GoI0xerUWadwACTZalkNmXaRZh_N3emVcLYzCIt3qxhyphenhyphenvIFE02eSrEt5s/s1600/_1043684.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402238522940898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WScvEGVHUuWGjmp62vi7B-MFwq2tsARxeFQpfQ5a_76vtijCnlHLX3hcZrjyBJcREg21F3Q0O5_GoI0xerUWadwACTZalkNmXaRZh_N3emVcLYzCIt3qxhyphenhyphenvIFE02eSrEt5s/s400/_1043684.jpg" /></a> Today Ryan is having surgery on his eyes so he wont do this anymore. Im happy for him but it will be different. We were taking family pictures once and we kept getting glare off his glasses, we thought of taking his lenses out so we still had the look of the glasses without the glare. The problem was that as soon as you took the lenses away his eyes went cross eyed. I think in the end we just dealt with a little glare.<br /><br />I love this picutre, so Ryan. We wont be getting them quite like this after today though!<br /><div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-77046908707716001102010-04-08T06:59:00.003-06:002010-04-08T07:08:26.723-06:00BOOGERS!Skyler is possessive of his boogers. If you wipe them away he tells you to put them back. He has even been known to take them from you and try to put them back in his nose himself.<br /><br />Well he just came up to me with his fingers on his nose asking me "can you get it out" Uh oh. We ll I did what any mother would do, got a kleenex, plugged the other side and said "blow" he did and out shot a pea sized slimy piece of pink play dough. What did he say? "PUT IT BACK!"<br /><br />p.s. by the way when he wants his boogers back I just say ok and wipe his nose again, that way I get anything I missed the first time and he thinks he is getting his boogers back. It's win win!<br /><br />p.p.s the other day he came up to me and said there was a necklace in his nose, just then a teeny chain fell out. I really hope this is not the start of a nose stuffing epidemic.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-33246338598790962952010-03-30T21:49:00.003-06:002010-03-30T22:04:19.230-06:00Lane 5 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZf0oMb7AsjMCtI8WrEbwpwGYd9LijPT0V8ZwT_9ejCs_v_Xv0-k7qo7XtSgrbkmanLn3s1-kP1l2RP9TlNXtNk2YGoRSk8M_O_c2jndmU_Gl-nHq1swgaegvmds5c6DUvupY/s1600/big+eyes+lane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454641064174088754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZf0oMb7AsjMCtI8WrEbwpwGYd9LijPT0V8ZwT_9ejCs_v_Xv0-k7qo7XtSgrbkmanLn3s1-kP1l2RP9TlNXtNk2YGoRSk8M_O_c2jndmU_Gl-nHq1swgaegvmds5c6DUvupY/s400/big+eyes+lane.jpg" /></a><br /><div>- you started rolling tummy to back at about 3 months old, I thought it was a fluke the first time but when I put you back you did it again!</div><div> </div><div>-you rolled back to tummy about two or 3 weeks after that</div><div> </div><div>-in the last month you have started to interact with toys and grab at the toy bar on your bouncy chair, you try to put everything in to your mouth.</div><div> </div><div>-you have started to push your self across the floor with your legs, between that and the rolling thing you are all over the place.</div><div> </div><div>-Ryan is still your biggest fan. He is slowly learning he does not have to touch you all the time especially when you are sleeping!</div><div> </div><div>-You have even learned to play fight with your brother, oh ok so we pretend for his benefit, dont worry you are the baby so you always win, and besides Ryan adores you too much to be rough with you.</div><div> </div><div>-Whenever we get you to sing Skinamarinky dinky dink to Ryan he runs and hides so we cant point at him and when we do he giggles which always makes you smile. You love to be smiled at.</div><div> </div><div>-You are a champion at spit-up but still not as bad as your big sister.</div><div> </div><div>-You love sleeping in your baby swing, you have gon through more then your fair share of batteries in it. </div><div> </div><div>-You are a joy to have and we all love you!</div><div> </div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-74914991874701564892010-03-30T21:45:00.003-06:002010-03-30T21:45:48.858-06:00Reasons Why Ryan is Scared of Mice<ul><li>They run so fast</li><li>They are brown</li><li>Their faces are really creepy</li></ul>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-46849602056594628602010-02-22T12:11:00.003-07:002010-02-22T12:19:59.009-07:00Our Little Lane<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8lF1mqNMOp-fywnv72GFgSzX4BWGnRUYrmiP1Y8J7yyjWHeoJDhS7PjR5pG1iDFu5KSIR4VhA56ooMUI6dovs0m93zppvea-TDkhJNDgTITU6u747rgEifQp9hXlkyRqnnR-/s1600-h/twenty+ten.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441148041890408690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8lF1mqNMOp-fywnv72GFgSzX4BWGnRUYrmiP1Y8J7yyjWHeoJDhS7PjR5pG1iDFu5KSIR4VhA56ooMUI6dovs0m93zppvea-TDkhJNDgTITU6u747rgEifQp9hXlkyRqnnR-/s400/twenty+ten.jpg" /></a>I really love this kid! He is such a great presence to have in our house. He is almost 4 months old and getting more mature by the day. He can roll over both ways now so my days of having a mostly stationary baby are coming to an end. Although once he figured out how to roll back to tummy he has not done so much of the tummy to back.<br /><br />Just wait though pretty soon he will figure out that he can get places doing the rolling thing. Im sure crawling wont be too far behind either.<br /><br />Another thing about this baby is that he seems to be in competition with Breanna for epic puker of the century. We have to wash a lot of baby blankets here. Oh well its all part of the Joy of having a baby in the house which I Love!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1404935056076990002010-02-20T14:27:00.002-07:002010-02-20T14:33:24.485-07:00Languange LessonI have a prize for anyone who can guess what this means. Skyler came up to me today and said: "my feets green" anyone? anyone?<br /><br />Ok I will tell you. What he really means is that he was climbing on the dryer when he was not supposed to and knocked the laundry detergent off causing it to spill onto a pile of clean laundry and it got on his foot.<br /><br />I might have another prize for any one who might be able to tell me how many cycles of the washer it will take to rinse all the laundry!<br /><br /><br />(ok I know if I actually had the laundry folded and put away instead of a pile in front of the dryer this would be a much easier clean up.)Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-86106810063032607392010-02-01T09:04:00.004-07:002010-02-01T18:05:14.820-07:00February<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hzZyKi5WT-OQZToMRueCsaI3xoo-4wTpj01KtN5FwNApAjVZ1siKmMOGt1lZczvmzsamX9pcXU7N24CsD7sRIC6RuSaYwAYCyKwEbzipvtM50HhQfaD45hl3ShlgTL8kegJw/s1600-h/_2016299.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433309563744422914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hzZyKi5WT-OQZToMRueCsaI3xoo-4wTpj01KtN5FwNApAjVZ1siKmMOGt1lZczvmzsamX9pcXU7N24CsD7sRIC6RuSaYwAYCyKwEbzipvtM50HhQfaD45hl3ShlgTL8kegJw/s400/_2016299.JPG" /></a><br /><div>It is February first already! I read a <a href="http://www.damomma.com/">blog</a> this morning with a back yard picture and it inspired me to post a picture of my back yard in all its winter glory. For such a teeny tiny yard it is sure holding a lot of snow right now. I like to think that Febuary is the beginging of the downward slope of winter. Things will start warming up in march right? Please?</div><br /><div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-22375597566144976302010-01-13T13:06:00.003-07:002010-01-13T13:29:03.791-07:00BreathingBack in november I quit my managing job, they have finaly found a replacement and I am finished as of this week.<br /><br />I couldnt handle it, I think at another time in my life and with the proper medication, (just kidding, except not really) I could have done it but right now I just cant.<br /><br />So right now I am feeling anxious and a little (or a lot) stressed out trying to finish everything that I should have had done a long time ago before I pass everything on to the new girl. She seems good and competent and I think that she will be able to do better then I did.<br /><br />I have quite the range of mixed emotions over this. I feel bad for quitting, I wish I could have handled it better, if the year had gone differently for me I would not be where I am now. I wish I could have sucked it up and kept going and I could feel like I overcame something rather then giving up. I feel like I let people down. The money was good and it could have helped us get into a house a lot sooner.<br /><br />On the other hand I am looking forward to not having the stress of a job that I cant leave at work, one that comes home with me every day because that is where it is. Im looking forward on concentrating on my own family and life and being able to get that where I want to be. I am happy that I will have less phone messages to check YAY, Im tired of phones and messages.<br /><br />So here is to a new year with some unexpected changes, perhaps some different employment for me (give me a few months to decide on that one though) and some time spent with my family.<br /><br />For now though I will just concentrate on breathing and putting one foot in front of another.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-79154230463372918482010-01-06T18:32:00.002-07:002010-01-06T18:35:45.525-07:00Today my daughter wished out loud she had a roll of duct tape. Why would a 7 year old need duct tape you might ask? Well I wanted to know too, so I asked her.<br /><br />So she could tape her brothers mouth shut.<br /><br />I didnt know wether to laugh or ground her for life. And to think, one day she will be a teenager.<br /><br />Im in so much trouble.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-44497730991844191882010-01-04T15:55:00.003-07:002010-01-04T16:14:48.705-07:00A case of the YahyahsSkyler has an interesting speach impediment. I call it the Yahyahs. Well I dont know if it really qualifies as an impediment as much as an amusing quirk. When he uses certian vowel sounds he likes to elongate the sound and add a yah sound.<br /><br />The kids like to be sung to every night. Ryan always picks "Tell me the stories of Jesus" so after I sing to Ryan Skyler likes me to sing "Jesus" to him too. Skyler has started to sing along with me when I do this. So it goes.<br /><br />"Tell me the stories of Jesus, I long to heyahyahyear..."<br /><br />or when he feels wronged he will exclaim:<br /><br />"No Fayahyahyair!"<br /><br />Added to the fact he also has the cutest gruff quality to his voice it is really cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />'Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-66202118152052650242010-01-04T11:23:00.003-07:002010-01-04T11:31:08.531-07:00Brotherly love.Ryan can be quite protective of his little brother. One sunday we were trying to get out of the crowded halls at church. I had Lane in his carseat by the wall, beside him were a couple kids who were bumping into each other. Ryan was hovering over Lane when he saw them bump into the car seat.<br /><br />"There's a <em>real</em> baby in here and <em>you bumped him!"</em><br /><br />He was so concerned. Of all the kids Ryan is the most taken with him. He is always hugging, kissing, touching loving. For the most part it is endearing but sometimes I just wish he didnt have to touch him to love him.<br /><br />So if you see us out with the car seat somewhere, just remember there is a <em>real</em> baby in there!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-70787847821395365882009-11-03T15:38:00.003-07:002009-11-03T15:40:11.630-07:00Lane Thomas Willard Hill<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb934zceRl0FWHF8TmXPNY4E8Gl_GI_f4T9fo6T4uLBvLx6k0to4eiyAP6Tc2AVSq_I8-g_AM6PwkN8WvE78vMiC6aQKnGxbPdmD8V3WoN2N8XXT-7nOU_FcTOYr59qS3BNBxz/s1600-h/_B015712_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010524762592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb934zceRl0FWHF8TmXPNY4E8Gl_GI_f4T9fo6T4uLBvLx6k0to4eiyAP6Tc2AVSq_I8-g_AM6PwkN8WvE78vMiC6aQKnGxbPdmD8V3WoN2N8XXT-7nOU_FcTOYr59qS3BNBxz/s400/_B015712_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Born Friday October 30 2009 at 6:04 am. 7 pounds 7 ounces. We think he is pretty darn cute so we have decided to keep him. </div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-89442499375428024112009-10-25T22:00:00.003-06:002009-10-25T22:14:40.221-06:00Tid bits of the last 2 months.<ul><li>Ryan is in Kindergarten and Breanna is in grade 1. The are both loving it. I hope they like school this much forever. </li><li>Jon finished Dragon Boating for the year at the end of september. His last festival was in Sanfrancisco. He finished the weekend off by falling off a curb and breaking his wrist really well. The got the wrist set enought to send him home where he had surgery and now has 3 pins and 4 screws and 2 bars coming out of his arm. It has made life interesting and we are managing. </li><li>My Grandpa Hinman passed away just over a week ago. He was 92, It was not a suprise and he was ready to go but I will still miss him. I will miss the sound of his voice. Everytime I heard it I felt like I was a child again. The hardest part was not being able to go to the funeral. Which brings me to my next point.</li><li>I should be having a baby any day now. I am offically 1 day past my due date so this baby could come anytime. We know it is a boy. I had told myself I was not going to get sick of being pregnant and spend my time wishing for this baby to just come already. You know though what they say about good intentions lol. It has been a bit stressful this month and with Jon without the mobility he normaly has I just need to be able to move again. I am also battling a rotten cold/flu and being big, pregnant and sick really sucks. I want to get better and have a baby already! Hopefully I can be posting pics of a beautiful baby boy soon!</li></ul><p></p>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-62128114057189972922009-10-14T16:12:00.002-06:002009-10-14T16:14:59.954-06:00Not even for a pregnant woman.you all know the jokes about pregnant women and food, especially anything involving pickles. I like pickles and I am pregnant but <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/09/dining/09kool.html?ex=1336363200&en=7a27f1f9c02d4371&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink">THIS</a> I cant even Imagine.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-49167246365130954302009-10-13T14:18:00.002-06:002009-10-13T14:19:49.093-06:00TIME OUT!<div>Skyler did something he shouldnt, we sent him to time out.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181765643574610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-GD7YKt0qXm9WKCvbSIXYHK8RBfitsU5qehdsi8D_ZhQimwWnqpXLxtmF7MQi1MxbExz84DDgRozyVYUUu4rV7-HDRS56Bj57KuvolW4v21k4edEyt4UWoVhaPaqJVBAwpau/s400/skyler+in+time+out..jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Im not sure if he learned his lesson or not.</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-50693620800027352092009-10-10T18:43:00.003-06:002009-10-11T14:53:16.178-06:00What comes next.I like to think that when we pass on from this life to the next a few things happen. Of course first you want to see your loved ones that have passed on before.<br /><br /><br />Then you get a question period where you get to ask all those questions that you have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wondered</span> about your whole life. Like what would it be like to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">experience</span> life through the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">consciousness</span> of a gold fish and do <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">amoebas</span> have feelings, that kind of stuff. Oh and about how we were created and how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">evidence</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">evolution</span> really fits in to the plan of things. Hey with my new unlimited scientific knowledge maybe I can make that light speed travel device work that I planned when I was delivering <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">flyers</span> as a kid. *<br /><br /><br />Then I like to think that perhaps there is some kind of heavenly home theater where you sit in front of a big screen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">TV</span>. (or maybe they have some sort of virtual interactive sort of thing. This is heaven, they have the best technology I am sure.) Then they hand you the remote and you get to watch any part of your life you want. (the fast forward button would be really handy for those dentist visits).<br /><br />At this point you get to watch all the good stuff you want. See yourself as a 5 year old again. Relive all the fun times. Realize that when that lady in the SUV honked her horn it really was ME <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">being</span> the Jerk. ( you get the occasional <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">surprise</span> of course). <br /><br />Most importantly I would like to see where all the places are that I lost my keys, or my bank cards are or what on earth <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">happened</span> to that second can of orange juice that I bought two weeks ago? How on earth did I lose those glasses? What did I do with the scriptures in that flowery red scripture case that dad gave me from salt lake city? <br /><br />Gremlins people I think I would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">finally</span> get to see the gremlins that did it all.<br /><br /><br />* I imagine that much to my dissappointment I would find out that this proccess would still take some time. I imagine God would still expect us to learn it ourselfes. Im sure he has some fantastic reference material though.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-63675947115347559852009-09-18T15:28:00.004-06:002009-09-19T09:06:39.522-06:00What will they think of next.Yesterday Ryan was sad because one of his "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">light bulb</span> cymbals" broke.<br /><br />Yes you read that right. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Light bulb</span> cymbals. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Unfortunately</span> as far as being a percussion instrument they kind of lack the necessary structural <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">integrity</span>.<br /><br />I swear they get these ideas all by themselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />****Clarification*****<br /><br />Lightbulb cymbals are like these, the ones with the handles that you bang together. Except instead it is two lightbulbs you bang together....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383194476996948418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfu_uT050nx-PyC7kbr3KC4A9U9JrlK-yTp6cgWTFYZb-mJtvdDVWsCitm66gkp5nimnMc85S34wjE17YVwsi3mv89CeV9wHbSvMyDlsIIOkRiZnKiq462AyvF_pqHqlyfMZj/s400/cymba.jpg" border="0" />Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-67662036464137985172009-09-16T07:47:00.005-06:002009-09-16T15:37:22.436-06:00Odds and ends from the Hill household.Well I have not tried to boil eggs again yet but:<br /><br />It is breakfast time and I am making Orange Julius after taking the blender out of the cubboard and taking it apart and washing it out. (Jon is making eggs benedict mmmmm).<br /><br /><br />Anyway I get the frozen OJ in the blender and pour the milk and water in. While I get the ice I look over and notice the liquid flowing steadily out the bottom of the blender. Jon is standing beside me and kindly says.<br /><br /><br />I think you forgot this:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382170551500701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmrZEdhEZof-EJgrnO9QLZkiQCZac-tx7wNEZdhDt-v4g2GD-0dG7Q4fC03HWfnJA1m5TEju6RtyxtTXcqm-Hc6mJS9byS4Inckd6Qovg8kOF3a2LbpFln2flye3JhheWR6-m/s400/_9165680_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>yeah you know the part in the bottom that does the mixing and the holding in of ingredients.<br /></p><br /><br /><br />*****<br /><br />phone rings<br /><br />Me: Hello?<br /><br />Jon: I am on my way home could you put some toast in the toaster and grab my ID tags for me I forgot them.<br /><br />Me: I could come bring them to you?<br /><br />Jon: You wouldnt have time I have to teach in an hour.<br /><br />Me: Oh you cant have a twit tag when you are teaching?<br /><br />(twit tag is a temporary tag with a big T that you get to wear when you dont have your ID)<br /><br />Jon: Not when I gave a big speach in class yesterday about always having your ID on you.<br /><br />I think he should have left it so he could be the demo of what NOT to do lol.<br /><br /><br />*******<br /><br />Ryan and Skyler are running circles around thehouse<br /><br />Ryan: AAAAAHHH AAAAAHHHHH AAAAHHHH!!!<br /><br />Mom: Ryan stop running and screaming!<br /><br />Ryan: Skyler is chasing me with the air pump so he can hit me! AAAAAAHHHHHH<br /><br />Mom: He is not going to hit you he is just chasing you to get a reaction.<br /><br />Skyler is still chasing while weilding the pump, I grab Ryan while he passes by. Skyler stands there and just looks at him.<br /><br />Mom: See Ryan I told you he wasnt going to hit you.<br /><br />WHACK!!!!<br /><br />oops<br /><br />*********<br /><br />Ryan has the floor puzzle out and has lost interest. Skyler is now playing in the pieces.<br /><br />Mom: Breanna could you help Ryan clean up the puzzle?<br /><br />Breanna: Mom at school Mrs F says that the person who made the mess cleans it up.<br /><br />Mom: Well Mrs F makes the rules at school and I make the rules at home.<br /><br />Breanna: Who makes the mess is who cleans it up EVERYWHERE.<br /><br />Mom: Breanna help Ryan clean it up now<br /><br />Breanna: She says that if you didnt make the mess you only have to help if your mom forces you so you are going to have to FORCE me.<br /><br />She is not even 7 yet how is it that I feel like I already have a teenager? She didnt end up helping clean up. She went straight to her room. And went to bed nice and early. Im still the mom here.<br /><br /><br /><br />******<br /><br /><br /><br />Skyler has something against glasses. When he is around they break. Yesterday we lost 3.<br /><br /><br /><br />One he dropped on the stairs<br /><br /><br /><br />second one he left on the floor and it shatterd when breanna bumped it<br /><br /><br />Third one same as the last on but My sister was the one who accidentaly kicked it over.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyone sell indestructible glasses?Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-10416926560881868202009-09-11T07:12:00.003-06:002009-09-11T07:29:03.655-06:00Egg Salad and the bun in the oven.I have boiled eggs for egg salad twice this week. Both times I have had to throw a pot of boiling water down the sink because I forgot to put the eggs in when it was cold. Should I go for number 3 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tomorrow</span>?<br /><br /><br />On another note I am due to have a baby in 6 weeks plus 1 day. I had thought it would be really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">convenient</span> to have the baby on thanksgiving weekend. That way Jon's sisters would be in town to see new baby and then with the holiday and weekends on either side Jon would only have to take 4 days off work to get 10 days off straight. That would be 4 weeks away. (Skyler was 1 week early so this one could be 2 right? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span></span>)<br /><br />It turns out thought due to a cosmic mix up (yes I will blame it on the stars) Jon has to go out of town the week before that and I am not sure I want to have a baby the day after he gets home when I am in that my husband has been out of town for 5 days and I am a basket case mode. Ugh so much for my careful planning.<br /><br /><br />*****DISCLAIMER*****<br /><br />Yes I do know I have no real control about when this baby is born. A girl can hope though right?<br /><br />Oh and I had also set a goal this pregnancy to enjoy it and to try not to get to that sick of pregnancy point. Having the baby on thanksgiving was merely a matter of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">connivance</span>.<br /><br /><br />*****Post Edit******<br /><br />That last word was supposed to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">convenience</span> but due to a mistake with the spell checker it turned out wrong. But I thought that the end results were rather <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/connivance"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">humorous</span></a>.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480noreply@blogger.com2