tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83841962047619655602024-02-07T04:14:46.655-08:00Rob and AmyRichardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-37011970011308531422011-07-02T14:58:00.001-07:002011-07-02T14:58:20.080-07:00F.H.E.<p><strong>Geocashing:</strong></p> <p>We don’t really do <a href="http://lds.org/family/home-evening?lang=eng" target="_blank">Family Home Evening</a> at our house.  I guess I’ve just felt that the kids are so little and we spend so much time together as a family anyway what is the point.  It’s like we have ‘family home evening’ every day.  Well, we had a recent Relief Society activity ALL about F.H.E. and it got me pumped to start planning F.H.E more regularly.  Since Rob is at school on Monday nights till about 10:30pm I’ve decided we will have it on Tuesday evenings instead.  The first night I decided we would take the kids <a href="http://www.geocaching.com/" target="_blank">geocaching</a>.  I downloaded a free app on my phone for it and found a cache less than a mile away from the house.  James LOVED it.  I told him we were going on a treasure hunt.  He thought it was so cool.  After we found the cache and came back home we related the map on my phone that helped us find the geocache to the <a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/gs/liahona?lang=eng&query=liahona" target="_blank">Liahona</a> from the book of mormon.  It’s was a really fun activity.  I think it would work great for all ages of children as well.  </p> <p><strong>Independence Day:</strong></p> <p>This week I decided our lesson would be center around the 4th of July since it was coming right up.  We talked about why we celebrated the 4th of July.  What it means to be Independent.  A little about the history(not too much detail since my kids are only 4 and 1).  Then we talked about <a href="http://lds.org/friend/1994/05/captain-moroni-and-the-title-of-liberty?lang=eng&query=title+liberty" target="_blank">Captain Moroni and the title of liberty.</a>  Then we made 4th of July T-shirts.  Both the kids really loved this part.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l9A2-mmJ-tY/Tg-Uc2a3f1I/AAAAAAAAA7M/3-pJMP4upVA/s1600-h/photo%252520%2525283%252529%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo (3)" border="0" alt="photo (3)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K6EbQrbL6c8/Tg-UduFWnJI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/NyjFRmzGY88/photo%252520%2525283%252529_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="147" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcY9S7SflN93zgLWbTgGV_tA3rNYVxB0xZBFoZVUtoTcOqkMWiVTuzs4h6f7JalSLxa92KS71KBZpBtZxbs7ETlphIbFMCIEZQOXNJyS0dIUAhI2Z7hQjYnI9CB7qHTip2IXUAKP1fJE0/s1600-h/photo%252520%2525284%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photo (4)" border="0" alt="photo (4)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1fwL3waF6Ss/Tg-Ue166jDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8_nmVoi37WE/photo%252520%2525284%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="150" /></a> </p> <p>I bought plain T-shirts from Michaels crafts store, painted their hands with craft paint and stamped them on the shirts.  Then I took fabric puff paint to add their names, date and embellishments.  Katelyn’s shirt is way too big for her(they didn’t have her size).  James is a little big but he loves it and he wore it like 3 days in a row.  </p> <p>For now on I’m going to try and be more consistent with Family Home Evening and post what we do on my blog.  Maybe I can give you some fun ideas.  Sorry, I don’t have any treat ideas yet.  I wasn’t that ambitious.  But if you have fun F.H.E treat recipes send the my way.</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:bd469fd6-4c41-4276-bac0-de38d330b312" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Family+Home+Evening" rel="tag">Family Home Evening</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/crafts" rel="tag">crafts</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/4th+of+July" rel="tag">4th of July</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Geocaching" rel="tag">Geocaching</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/James" rel="tag">James</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Katelyn." rel="tag">Katelyn.</a></div> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-37607339814069062722011-06-30T09:54:00.001-07:002011-06-30T09:54:56.119-07:00Next we went camping…<p>About a month after Robby came home we met up with my family in Gunnison, CO for some camping.  My parents have one of those cool hybrid trailers that sleeps about 10 people.  Since our tent isn’t big enough to sleep all four of us anymore we like to stayed in my parents trailer.  James favorite thing in the world is going camping with his Grandparents and uncles.  The campground we stayed at had two small ponds.  One with paddle boats and one was a fishing pond.  He caught his second fish while we were there on Daddy’s fly rod and he had a blast on the paddle boats with Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Steve and Aunt Eleena.  Both James and Katelyn slept like angels the whole time we were there.  It was amazing!  I LOVE CAMPING!  There is nothing like spending time outdoors, hiking, camp food and relaxing by a warm fire with family.  I can’t wait to do it again.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuEmmf08uduAtuA1JkQLTmi1NTiD_kkGZ4BgBKK_yaiRGQFNdy3WLQpIxkSgGR2rxm8MCA78nt4xbR7ypI-XXNwfdvC_tQ_6zRNr4HMy0bOu69zTms-Db4fO71-vs26hWlJGRX4QLu0U/s1600-h/P1040070%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1040077" border="0" alt="P1040077" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-faTzlzVQXgs/TgyqBY_hznI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bf_6QMCmTv8/P1040077_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" height="194" /></a> </p> <p>Then…</p> <p>the last day we were there we went to this HUGE pioneer museum they had right in the town of Gunnison.  It actually didn’t have much “pioneer” stuff but they had a real train.  James got to pull the bell and climb into some of the cars.  They had an old school house and a building full of antique cars starting from the early 1900’s.  James LOVED it!</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32B-ymBZ9zNXieavRCYW_DQWQXJMcmRy3kTIlXEnO7jWW5eNzVjkwlHucL9JRS6lZLRI731dmADPcdXhjG_UiDAxVvPEiKawCvz8IygU3HvJtDsszyGuE6ZD-3yQmdw2P4Ih2Vtmkr-I/s1600-h/1960%252520James%25255B1%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1960 James" border="0" alt="1960 James" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzU53GSCAsjCQ34SHg-LhMeJ4hOQUlLl0Mh1fOJr5zIbxS5vosei74bE7AYD1Y8O52VOVojU__vhd6951QxJUKgl9T0FdZWAfe0FycLmHczz8uqKCDI6lsH2YaT16RHpn8QF7uJ6gmpI/?imgmax=800" width="211" height="144" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qfdwfdQM0GGGmlUdUTOJsr3f0LUSzb9ZhyfeF5-tJ1HjjxVXiDc9NOJJiHs0ElodKmGVEC6UAAK5B1xWFkcGhqf8gghAScVTNOgIojuiifFwEbrdhWoTHd7lfr_4O3GzeMHS42WaG04/s1600-h/P1040101%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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I felt like I witnessed a part of BYU history. I’ve read many articles about Jimmer.  This one is definitely worth a read. (<a href="http://network.yardbarker.com/college_basketball/article_external/jimmer_fredette_has_devoted_fan_base_within_new_york_prison_system/4386719">Jimmer has devoted fan base within New York prison system</a> ) His talent and hard work never ceased to amaze me.  I think it’s GREAT that Jimmer Fredette has been getting so much positive attention from the nation. He deserves it.  Plus, it just means positive attention for BYU which results in positive attention for the church.   I was praying that BYU would come here to Denver for the tournament.  As soon as it was announced Rob and I got online to find tickets.  We went, we had incredible seats, they won, and it was jimmepic! (it was Rob’s B-day present.)  We witnessed Jimmer in action in person and it was a glorious thing.  Yes, I am very saddened by their loss last night.  I am also sad that we won’t get to see Jimmer and Emery play for BYU anymore because together they were unstoppable.   And for those that think that there has been too much Jimmer love and not enough going around to the other players the fact is Jimmer is the one that’s setting records and scoring 30+ points per game.  The boy has worked hard and I think he deserves every bit of love he’s been getting.  Not to mention he’s adorable ; ) That being said I am very pride of BYU this year.  Lead by Jimmer they made it to the Sweet 16 for the first time in 30 years and that is something to feel proud of.  Cougars, you have forever made a fan out of me! As for Jimmer, I will be watching for you in the NBA!</p> <p> <font size="4"><strong>I have a new hobby!</strong></font>  I’ve always enjoyed crocheting but never really new how.  I could do a straight stitch and that’s pretty much it.  So, for the past few weeks I’ve been watching Youtube tutorials on crocheting.  So far I’ve learned to make small flowers and Easter eggs.  I find it relaxing there is practically no clean up required.  That’s my kind of craft!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/TYzxwsiDrZI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i7mGQqWGvaA/s1600-h/crochet%20easter%20egg%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="crochet easter egg" border="0" alt="crochet easter egg" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bDDiImmxunWYo4sx9I31LEsaVU2n51hpKnlRBKeX5FFDOvlolGlPQBRGRlRvkHpQkzpNap3cKYYopp0qL-KZI9fn8AuhD-F8Pu8hs-N0k0VkUArb55cc_Bd_P-70CpxbDWE-qAVKwwE/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>As for the kiddos.  They are doing great!  </p> <p>Katelyn is cuddly, energetic, loves playing with other kids, and LOUD!  Oh boy, can she scream.  She screams when James bugs her, she screams when she wants out of her crib, she screams when she wants food in her high chair and screams when she wants out because she’s done eating.  She is definitely different them James.  She says a few words out loud like Mom, Daddy, uh-oh and thank you.  She also knows a few in baby sign which is helpful with the screaming.  She’s my little Diva!  </p> <p>Then there is James.  He’s my little smarty pants.  The kid loves books, letters, writing letters, and practicing reading.  He walks around all day telling us what letters different words start and end with.  He can also read a little which is really exciting!  Just small words that can be easily sounded out so far.  Words like set, get, ship, dog, etc.  It’s fun to watch his little mind work.   </p> <p>I just realized I never wrote a post about the Denver Aquarium.  Well, we took the kids a few weekends ago and it was fabulous.  The kids enjoyed every second of it.  They even had tigers.  Four of them.  The family favorite was the Otters though.  They were so cute!  </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmY0zoaKACdBx03AF2zQoQYxsMmvGFEW5h1rvCRmRXi4v5odM7FayZ15wPENKda98dw2lHHPGihcWk_VENzSH6hkyAzunRzD6Yaf5NTE2302uZRheDJzYkhiNIKW8GdP0pmmsMNc46Fs/s1600-h/Denver%20aquarium%202011%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC04532" border="0" alt="DSC04532" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/TYzx03Z-cOI/AAAAAAAAA50/n5y2KnpPqRY/DSC04532_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" height="244" /></a></p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-31279672334959030232011-02-01T12:57:00.000-08:002011-02-01T13:03:13.861-08:00blogging catch up...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHmiG_EjA8cX1t3xsRCC9tPskOuyzTvJUdtzSDJzI1931K95EKgWTm6P8Xm0UPb6T7IZ8Hrw9eS_sum3QCk7iChlgXFNqjL9y4tlZDFmprqmK3iYPxszbPu-Zzs79C4VFKvNW7qzprHGd/s1600/DSC04485.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHmiG_EjA8cX1t3xsRCC9tPskOuyzTvJUdtzSDJzI1931K95EKgWTm6P8Xm0UPb6T7IZ8Hrw9eS_sum3QCk7iChlgXFNqjL9y4tlZDFmprqmK3iYPxszbPu-Zzs79C4VFKvNW7qzprHGd/s320/DSC04485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568828873914343330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh889vi7KdYv77j6FO2uZaEJ2tqZKy6MpKeD9hbFUp6X7HvnmXeo1e1jOHBq1Vp8iDyFdQKNY_uI1ZCXw6n1v-wxfpCrSCdye8efgLzitcBqGXV1HrWiwNWH6BpRUSQZDttTsNUNuv_91Q3/s1600/DSC04481.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh889vi7KdYv77j6FO2uZaEJ2tqZKy6MpKeD9hbFUp6X7HvnmXeo1e1jOHBq1Vp8iDyFdQKNY_uI1ZCXw6n1v-wxfpCrSCdye8efgLzitcBqGXV1HrWiwNWH6BpRUSQZDttTsNUNuv_91Q3/s320/DSC04481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568828865275511138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuOtxsBfoiFaxlNmzh6a1IqiNtD3lZRqThNDO9OAkXztiB8-vJ8g4Xus7YYd8KwUqEHJT_QTL5UYbrGpygm2LyG0Fq88AJV22YzgcdW1-7k9CtBLNsbpEtCnL1EiU3FYyMDh_KWx7xxwz/s1600/DSC04489.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuOtxsBfoiFaxlNmzh6a1IqiNtD3lZRqThNDO9OAkXztiB8-vJ8g4Xus7YYd8KwUqEHJT_QTL5UYbrGpygm2LyG0Fq88AJV22YzgcdW1-7k9CtBLNsbpEtCnL1EiU3FYyMDh_KWx7xxwz/s320/DSC04489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568828854007653890" /></a><br /><br />Ugh! I hardly ever blog anymore. I guess I would rather just be lazy after the kids go to bed and watch a good show then blog. Not to mention my computer broke recently so I have to use Rob's old computer which is just not the same. A lot has happened since we moved to our house. So, I will just give you the quick version.<div><br /></div><div>- I was called to be the Relief Society secretary. I wasn't to worried about it till they told me I had to teach. Then I freaked out. I was so upset for several months. I know it sounds dumb but I had never taught adults before and I was terrified. When the actual day came I wasn't even that scared and everything went pretty smoothly. I wouldn't say I was awesome but I don't think it was completely lame. Hopefully, I won't be as scared next time around.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Rob started school again. He's getting his MBA. It's not too bad so far. He just goes twice a week in the evenings. He was off the whole month of December which was nice.</div><div><br /></div><div>-I went on a trip to CA to visit my friend Ashley. It was just a weekend trip and Rob stayed home with the kids. It was AWESOME! I think it needs to become and annual thing. We hiked, shopped, went to Hollywood blvd, and shopped at Downtown Disney, and just had some much needed girl time.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Christmas was spent in UT. Where Rob works (Lockheed Martin) completely shuts down for two weeks during Christmas. So, we spent the whole time in UT. We had a blast. And of course we all got spoiled. We got a Wii from the Grandparents and James is obsessed with it now. All he talks and dreams about is MARIO! I'll admit, I'm a little obsessed too : )</div><div><br /></div><div>-The kids have been sick sooooo much. Ever sense James started Preschool in September they have been sick with colds and/or throwing up off and on. Rob seems to catch it all and gets the worst case of it. I guess I should have done flu shots this year. I'm so sick of getting puked on.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Today it is freezing! Quite literally! It is -13 degrees outside. OH, and it was 65 degrees on Friday. We didn't get to go out though cause the kids were sick. We've been having fun inside instead. Yesterday we made salt dough and played with it. Then we cooked up what we made and painted them today. Those are the pics up at the top. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amy Kayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596168033756303067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-41137341485878165602010-12-07T13:17:00.001-08:002010-12-07T13:17:46.107-08:00Family photos…<p>We had some family photos taken recently.  I’m a huge nerd and realized at the end of the session that I forgot to put lipstick and mascara on.  You have to give me some credit though because I was throwing up the night before.  I guess I was bound to catch the stomach flu sooner or later since Rob had already caught it and the kids just went through it for the third time in the last couple months.  Anyway, I had to do some serious photoshop work to my face.  Here’s some before and after photoshop pics.  Tell me what you think.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/TP6kcoHDBsI/AAAAAAAAA44/X-7pCRSzTcw/s1600-h/2010_11_Richardson-18%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; 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Very exciting!  As usual, I thought I gave myself enough time to be ready and out the door this morning but I didn’t.  We were running about 5 minutes late.  But it turns out I wasn’t the only one, which made me feel a lot better until…</p> <p>I pulled up to the curb of his preschool.  My plan was to get James out of the car and send him on his merry way.  Hmmm…this did not happen. Leaving the car running, I jumped out and shut my car door and then went to open James door.  Except for James door wouldn’t open.  It was locked.  So, I went to open my door but it was locked too.  I JUST LOCKED MY KIDS IN THE CAR!  ON JAMES FIRST DAY OF PRE-SCHOOL!  Ok ok, I know.  everyone has done this one time or another.  I have.  So, I asked if I could borrow a phone to call 911 because “naturally” my cell was still in the car.  </p> <p>“911, what’s your emergency?”</p> <p>“I just locked my kids in the car”</p> <p>“Is the car on?”</p> <p>“Yes”</p> <p>“Are they in a garage?”</p> <p>“No, I’m at his pre-school”</p> <p>Bla bla bla…they got my address and told me the fire department was on it’s way.  </p> <p>Then, I think, James is probably scared and wondering what’s going on.  So, I knock on his window and tell him that I locked him in the car.  Then “ding” a light goes on.  James can unbuckle himself.  So, I yell to James through the window: “I locked you in the car.  Unbuckle yourself and unlock the car for Mommy” “Ok, Mommy!”  He does what he’s told and “Ta Da” the car is open!  I pull him out and call 911 back and tell them that my 3 year old got himself out of the car.  Yippy!  Then I shut his door and go to open my door.  This is when said “light” goes out again.  “Did I really just lock Katelyn in the car again?”  Well, I thought I did.  So, I call dispatch back and said “Never mind, I’m a total idiot.  I just locked the car again.  I’m having a bad morning.  Sorry!”  She said, in a polite joking voice: “maybe you should go back inside and start your day over.” Ha-ha, I wish!  At leased I have James out of the car now, right!  I took him inside to preschool.  Meanwhile…</p> <p>the Fire department was still on it’s way over from the first time that I called.  About 2 seconds before they arrived I tried James door again and it opened.  Ya, I really am that dumb!  My door was still locked but James’ was still unlocked from when he previously opened it.  Can you please just imagine how dumb I felt when this huge fire truck pulls up with 3 firemen to my rescue and I’m standing there with the car door open.  I apologized profusely to the firemen.  Thankfully, in a very polite and heroic voice they tell it was no problem and never hesitate to call.  That is what they are here for.  Firemen are so cute!  </p> <p>The rest of the day continued with a GINORMOUS poop blow-out by Katelyn and James peeing all over the bathroom floor. Is it just me or do days like this happen only when my husband isn’t going to be home till late. He started school orientation tonight for his MBA. Needless to say, this resulted in early bedtimes for both kiddos…sigh! </p> <p>The day wasn’t all bad though. I was able to get some groceries and a shower while James was at school.  </p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><font size="1">{James first day of preschool}</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ys1udReHi4YRal22sw7ieT2ZrrkaDR4cAxuUdONATyW-zOhMM6sWVU2926fY_KTbizafpO_eMDexQJe5wKctswtUxYAX1mtAGB5mQiG2DcAAgpOIT4Db5ku0RZRRwN01p4EunJ-lKoQ/s1600-h/End%20of%20summer%202010%20021%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="End of summer 2010 021" border="0" alt="End of summer 2010 021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixoOV1I9pzgbxUPS_JmQjfhbNkLmkfpxQxv-TLSX64VSIefoZLEWtbHa5mP6oIgBypOndW2xAnaDjlU0PnctVzhE2NnVgjBKDIS0EigAOSLlowNJprmJ5H_EnQCn3n3cvva08YKqe86bQ/?imgmax=800" width="212" height="260" /></a> <font size="1">September 1st 2010</font></p></blockquote> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-84331941356460385632010-07-28T21:37:00.001-07:002010-07-28T21:37:21.696-07:00It’s been a while…<p><font size="3">Since I last updated the blog.  I just haven’t been in the mood lately and I’m barely in the mood now.  It’s a bit rainy outside at the moment so I’m letting James watch a little Sesame street.  I figured I better do it now while I have the time.</font></p> <p><font size="3">Our summer has been full of fun so far.  To start my Mom came to visit.  While she was here we went to the CO springs Zoo (AWESOME ZOO!), Outlet mall, R ec center pool, park, and many other fun things.  We then met up with my Dad and brothers for some camping in Steam Boat Springs.  Rob had to go out of town for work for the next few weeks so I decided to go home with my parents to Utah.  I was able to spend two weeks there before flying home to CO.</font></p> <p>{side note: flying home with James and Katelyn by myself  was a horrible experience.  I won’t be doing that again anytime soon.  James was his usual self, pulling the tray table down and taking off his seat belt, but this time I didn’t have free hands to deal with him.  Once we were in the air it was all fine because I just turned on the portable DVD player.  But take off and landing are ridiculous.  It resulted in strangers holding Kate while I dealt with James.  Then Katelyn decided to poop.  Why do they always poop on the plane.  I’m so glad the flight from Utah to Colorado is a short one.  Ugh!} </p> <p><font size="3">We met up with my family again for some more camping in Durango, CO (probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.  I’ve seen a lot of places too!).  We spent the fourth of July weekend going to a Rockies game and then sitting out on the field to enjoy the fire work(I think we are going to make it a tradition).  Unfortunately James got a fever on the 4th so we didn’t do much.  After we put the kids to bed we enjoyed the fireworks our neighbors were doing with their children.  </font></p> <p><font size="3">James turned 3 on the 10th.  I know we all say this but it really is crazy how fast they grow.  We had some friends and family over for a small BBQ, cake and presents.  One of the presents I got him was a little travel Thomas train that we bought with the money his Great Grandma gave him.  He takes that thing every where.  I would highly recommend it for any little boy. </font></p> <p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B002YQU0TE/ref=dp_image_z_0?ie=UTF8&n=165793011&s=toys-and-games" target="_blank">Take-n-play Thomas</a></p> <p><font size="3">Then, we were asked to speak in church.  I really don’t enjoy speaking in church.  How many people do?  But I knew it was coming so I dealt with it.  My talk was on a conference talk by Elder Ballard entitled “Mothers and Daughters”.  I thought my talk 'written’ was really good I just felt the delivery could have been better.  Rob tells me otherwise.  He said I didn’t look nervous at all and very confident.  I suck at public speaking so I write my talks down word for word and read them. I try really hard to look at the congregation like you would see at General Conference.  </font></p> <p><font size="3">Anyway, this summer has been great and there is still more fun to come.  We’ve been spending time at our community pool, running on the trails, story time at the library, and enjoying the parks.  We do anything to expend James’ energy so by the time 8 o’clock rolls around James is tuckered and we don’t see him till 8 am the next morning.  It’s been working great so far!</font></p> <p></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:6ab9d5e5-a147-405d-b539-b6825f8399f9" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-bb98b0efbfd2a090.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=BB98B0EFBFD2A090!106&type=5"><img style="border:0px" alt="View Summertime!" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYUQKW79XGjOZEQrMOM4HIomdgK_rLaB1xu-QeI6pga4DqRmvupPSdyQ33ccq5jzH1LSIqK5Qk7tTMygHp5oyqGYkTT44IzgPGT4bfw6ree6TaicnLWO3suWjHAmliQrxvpBEAV4gKpI/?imgmax=800" /></a><div style="width:451px;text-align:right;" ><a href="http://cid-bb98b0efbfd2a090.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=BB98B0EFBFD2A090!106&type=5">View Full Album</a></div></div> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-87593454071193684012010-05-09T20:56:00.001-07:002010-05-09T20:56:58.499-07:00The two best days of my life…<p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWpp0Kn1uRngDHZEHK15HPE7YIMnKuhT2wnQD3yTlWXsWzZNvSsLEUvv5gm5SEG5e3QarOBo4U_zGNz9Bzl2lxz37ASxU1IFQZTcMd-OlXxXee2HDMM8vhyutudO_gCD0Z3tUuI16V_c/s1600-h/Desktop%20pictures%202846%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Desktop pictures 2846" border="0" alt="Desktop pictures 2846" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/S-eEA1dHD3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/-3kBfdr1VVQ/Desktop%20pictures%202846_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" height="227" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYy7jkrI-tKq-RA-PX49CPnf4tdGhtCEgWsFm5YKy3PVWBVnV1TsfPcucBcIA5OBTRy-3QW0x4dXnhfqfahdNJpS0EMyDYiR3vJ31gpZl3eUV4t1YMyGgYcZjYlSkfSnm2zkiuNJOyp4/s1600-h/Katelyn%20hospital%20027%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Katelyn hospital 027" border="0" alt="Katelyn hospital 027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5s-G2gDb1KnevCyeOFJ7ScSRpUGLRaSAkjYOvYXp0kKDDgO-fraSA4nm9FQQ_GvoCkEZ56jJBbqRKJFDpMRIBrJUIJPtmTJuJpM98Hiu_7zdmBGiz3QXObYJntP8al27oFfnlJBII-s/?imgmax=800" width="210" height="210" /></a> </p> <p>The day I became a mom to James and the day I became a mom to Katelyn.</p> <p>I love being a mom.  For as long as I can remember it is something I’ve always wanted.  </p> <p>It is definitely NOT easy but is it Very worth it!</p> <p>The joy I felt the day my children were born and everyday after when I look at their beautiful faces is something I could never imagine…I feel like it gives me a small understanding of how the Lord feels about us.  </p> <p align="center">HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY…</p> <p>To all the beautiful mother’s out there.  I hope you feel the same joy I feel about being a MOM!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-41087016694762297432010-05-03T15:57:00.001-07:002010-05-03T15:57:55.747-07:00Life is happening…<p>FAST!</p> <p>I know, I’ve been really lame and haven’t taken the time to update my blog.  Do you ever feel like so much is going on that you don’t know what to blog about first?  That’s how I feel right now.  But here it goes…</p> <p>WE MOVED!!! We own a HOUSE!!!  Do you ever hit milestones in your life that make you say “Now I’m starting to feel like an adult” and you figure by the time you are 80 you will actually feel like a full adult and not just a 16 year old anymore?  Well, buying  a house was one of those moments. </p> <p>Here are a few small reason why I love living in a house…</p> <p>#1 The garage.  I love that I can pull my jeep into the garage and bring my children and groceries in with out walking through the rain or snow.  It is a lovely thing.</p> <p>#2  No more “hearing” our newly wed neighbors.  Need I say more?</p> <p>#3 The backyard.  We haven’t spent much time in the backyard because it still needs a lot of work but it was soooo cute watching James help Rob rake the leaves  this weekend.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSWhTAg751O974A2_V0AGrrSkSxI7VRysiNv0BSM8C2V-TyfAnC_Pue8zFyYVO3IVwBJlcMK6dlnZGBk3kmJ3WCV0ONiiGobKUaocL5QyCiLwvz3j8yFzJ7udhEssIYfMjOh0zBjCmLo/s1600-h/P1030612%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1030612" border="0" alt="P1030612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBX6ipHwU7hiqzCcw7P5JGzBq3NLfUKmzDbWWCo6JTH62Y10klyHv5vX8fv3fyfAWr_KQZBhttembpUmqPERg1tK9kDugKaqxGUmCNSyNMJfO5Uy6P6694zQ3vYcOu33viER6o1_UICM/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a>   </p> <p>There is so many other things I want to blog about and many other reasons why I love living in a house but for now I get to clean the kitchen and make some dinner : ) …</p> <p>Duty calls!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-57718395573750639652010-02-27T20:21:00.001-08:002010-02-27T20:21:36.469-08:00Counting blessing<blockquote> <p>and naming them one by one…</p> <p>1)  An awesome husband (with a good job!)</p> <p>2)  Two beautifully healthy kids</p> <p>3)  Katelyn sleeps 8-10 hours at night (I know, be jealous.  I will pray she keeps it up.) </p> <p>4) We’re buying a HOUSE!!!  What do you think my chances are of getting HGTV to come and decorate it?!</p> <p>5)  My amazing new stroller.  We just went on a family run yesterday.  James loved it and Kate slept the whole time.  It was AWESOME!</p> <p>6)   My Mom is planning to bring my Grandparents to CO this spring to help me put in a garden.  My Grandma has a delicious garden.  Hopefully I can have one too.</p> <p>7)  I am grateful for winter because it helps me to appreciate ALL of the other seasons much more.</p> <p>8) Katelyn’s blessing day…</p> <p>She was blessed on February 14th 2010 by her Daddy in Farmington, UT.  Thanks to my parents and Rob getting to do some work at BYU we were able to make a quick trip to UT for Valentine’s Day!</p> <p> </p> </blockquote> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kate 5" border="0" alt="Kate 5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4PbCj3ZrsMxxlND2j77nHKAmhjibR9Db0l8yA5kHYI8vur8VCjalIvnzcQ1LEQf88HEE6oh3w5MREg853yoNdiB9tHRUmhoi76bMGRZUP6BKWI-ZRMK1929Zgfdl4TOsCvLh72K8U6o/?imgmax=800" width="235" height="160" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYQBfsnTSYIxV69sv6KFG-PKtuZ6lSO7RdQvZYRhKr27bgZRPXpbNMLpwOwzK5iRK955wLuqeYnBcuKByaTG0CHkpygEUWgBAz1VygDIbwfAztAtXMrs7wKEqBSG-UPVIo0G3jZcbFHs/s1600-h/DSC03076%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC03076" border="0" alt="DSC03076" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuJoxk7QbhcpBo-gRhDMvsE1vkdnm8hOWC5p3KvFNzfjrtk_Pyk67QewWIqKhu38Me81MV-z8Lz6jZcP4qLUs7TcplU3dkJfZbFHOcfcEzid5zoD4p5TPvdETv5gFp9e6y31Ux8A5NOo/?imgmax=800" width="150" height="218" /></a></p> <p>Life is great!  I thought having two kids was going to be dreadfully hard but it hasn’t been that bad so far.  My days definitely go by much quicker.  Not to say that it’s easy it’s just not as hard as I thought it was going to be.  That might be because I have refused to do any kind of shopping with the two of them.  It was hard enough just taking James.  Ever since he fell out of the cart and hit his head on the concrete floor in Walmart I haven’t wanted to take him to the store.  So here’s an update on the fam…</p> <p>Rob- Rob is doing great!  He’s enjoying his job although it can be boring at times.  But he’s building up the Marriott points and frequent flyer miles.  Hopefully he will take me on a sweet vacation soon.</p> <p>Me- I’m staying home with both kiddy poos.  It’s exactly where I want to be although I can’t wait for some warm weather so we can go out and play at the park again.  I started Weight Watchers about 3 –4 weeks ago and I have lost 5 lbs so far.  Only about 10 more to go.  I’ve also started to work out again.  I’m feeling great.  I just ordered an awesome stroller from Albeebaby.com  I can’t wait to get it.  <a href="http://www.albeebaby.com/phil-and-ted-four-in-one-sport-buggy-stroller-2008-with-doubles-kit-blue-camo.html" target="_blank">Click here to see it!</a>  I got an amazing deal.  </p> <p>James- At the moment James is sick.  He had a fever yesterday and then it broke last night.  I think he’s feeling better today but not quite back to his old self.  I think he’ll just spend the day cuddled on the couch, like yesterday, watching Blues Clues.  He loves is baby sister soooo  much.  He calls her things like, little girl and sweetheart, just like me.  He loves to hold her and give her loves.</p> <p>Katelyn- She is almost 7 weeks old and doing fabulous.  She is much chubbier then James was at this age.  She sleeps GREAT at night in her swing and she prefers the nuk binkies over the hospital ones.</p> <p>P.S.  We are looking for a house at the moment.  We haven’t found THE ONE yet but hopefully soon.  Wish us luck!  I can’t wait to live in a house.  No more dealing with noise apartment neighbors.</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-21075835146730762672010-01-19T07:12:00.001-08:002010-01-19T07:12:18.666-08:00House hunting…<p>We are looking for a house.  We put an offer on one yesterday but we aren’t sure if we will get it.  It’s a short sale.  Which is basically a house that is trying to stay out of foreclosure.  So, the bank has to approve our offer.  Which makes it a really long and difficult process. We will see what happens.  What ever the case I’m sure we will find something great!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-26826068139104568252010-01-03T21:20:00.001-08:002010-01-03T21:20:38.855-08:00A Christmas to remember…<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMPbxzCwiu3tagKxfO5_m8XdLfPOoYYxBjWmb5k6jmKO9wWPTPtcnAFKsC6G3kDeMpUeQzISQ8guNSyhEmbLHp544_ooxZAyZJAiinHZBiAWVFQAZC1-l1Fl75YnFY2clj6jia6i810A/s1600-h/Katelyn%20hospital%20037%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Katelyn hospital 037" border="0" alt="Katelyn hospital 037" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/S0F6nupgonI/AAAAAAAAA1E/wFVFMGVb1xc/Katelyn%20hospital%20037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" height="244" /></a></p> <p>We began this Christmas season with, nothing more fitting than, having a baby.   I arrived at the hospital for my scheduled induction around 5:50am.  I didn’t mind going in so early since I wasn’t planning to get much sleep the night before anyway.  Who can sleep knowing they are going to have a baby the next day?  The nurse started me on pitocin around 7:00am and then the Doctor broke my water around 8:00am.  The nurse asked me if I wanted to go ahead and get an epidural right away.  I wasn’t sure if I should wait until I started to feel contractions a little more or just go ahead and get one so I didn’t have to feel contractions at all.  Well, the nurse convinced me to get the epidural right away since my Doctor had to go deliver a baby at another hospital.  She said it would help slow things down a bit so the Doctor would have time to get back.  Well, it turned out to be the right move.  If I hadn’t gotten the epidural there is NO WAY my doctor would have made it back in time.  I want to say it was around 10ish in the morning that I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHfUYuxgN_QoQ7FNhnaiAxt6xN-4kJMspmcHXdDKv71YU25eWOUzD_Tvonbfr9D8xZxVr0fnt2GVAjNoT8cs4TYLQWvkk5H6RASjm-9Ch8blQBDKHQm-KyOp0uDXnfWGZq9iQVbFUbtY/s1600-h/Katelyn%20hospital%20020%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Katelyn hospital 020" border="0" alt="Katelyn hospital 020" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/S0F6oTqdYmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e_LbPtfc28s/Katelyn%20hospital%20020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a>started to feel a little bit of pressure.  Rob kept telling me to hit the epidural boost button.  I told him it was no big deal and probably a good thing since it would help me to know when I needed to push when the time came.  At this point I was dilated to a 5.  Well, that little bit of pressure changed very quickly to A WHOLE LOT OF PRESSURE!  It was NOT cool!  I kept telling the nurse that I needed to push but my Doctor hadn’t made it back yet.  So, they suited up the Doctor that was on call while they gave me more meds and stopped pitocin to try to slow down labor.  In a half hours time I went from being dilated to 5 to a 7 and then from a 7 to a 10 in 15 minutes.  Finally the extra medicine started to kick in and I didn’t feel that, not very comfortable, urge to push anymore.  Of course my Doctor had arrived by this time.  So, there my Doctor was, ready to deliver a baby and I was just sitting there waiting for another contraction.  Anyway, I pushed for about 15 minutes before our little Katelyn made her appearance.   The first thing I remember is that her head was perfect.  No cone shape at all.  They let me hold her for so long.  She didn’t cry as much as James did but maybe it’s because they let me hold her longer.  I even got to nurse her a little bit before they took her to the nursery.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KNj0C4FU2uYp2zyyxr5v08nDroqS7fKhpkE5_3Px6KrhTjAgTr3Yj3xedIAD_dtMrRfqjc7hZe12PbiqzxluApm8kAqrsCstiVF3Ece3A3EbZnH-z8dJwvrl3eqAzqoZ9RyznrpSAuY/s1600-h/Katelyn%20hospital%20033%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Katelyn hospital 033" border="0" alt="Katelyn hospital 033" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/S0F6o9qit6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/u_qgJpnTcs8/Katelyn%20hospital%20033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" height="244" /></a>Besides that little bit of extra pain I felt, Katelyn’s deliver went perfect.  She was born at 11:15am.  The labor was about 4 hours.  She was born 7 lbs 6 oz and 20 inches long.  I got to nurse her right away, my Doctor was awesome, and I didn’t need any stitches which has made for an AWESOME recovery.  James was able to come to the hospital and meet is little sister, whom he LOVES, my nurses were great and I really liked the pediatrician at the hospital and the one we are taking her to now.  Overall, everything was great. </p> <p>It’s been two weeks since Katelyn was born and I still have a lot to talk about but I will leave that for a later post…  <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbZ5KH4OaQrKAOaV15ooScs0SzG4XND8zw7K18EMM9ReEbPifzLQZqQFQtqJFBoEEyd6AEYeUTiWe3HElcW2oov6hFkHWTf-OsQA7d8jKEPPpgbP0LqSHuxLZxNi7Xli68ODfbnEzAyk/s1600-h/Katelyn%20hospital%20047%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Katelyn hospital 047" border="0" alt="Katelyn hospital 047" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoAFaO8-8tvihkDPEczHzlFg_fK7qjI6uN93TI9rxoEWjlWPVFG-vyJoYWY8T2x4BNi3YzW1pd0VLGY6HxKWICCD3ftXR04ZJeuOcuqpfmSn0JwJ6EFvpz83oqxSXsudrlL6gOi-16zk/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a></p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-47461903430151454132009-12-18T21:30:00.001-08:002009-12-18T21:30:59.486-08:00Tomorrow’s the BIG DAY!<p>I was trying not to feel emotional when I was putting James down to bed tonight but there is this small part of me that is saying “he’s not your baby anymore”.   That is just a dumb thought to have because having another baby or not he will continue to get older but this way he has a sibling to play with and be an example too.  Plus, he will always be my baby. </p> <p>I’m really bummed about the fact that I won’t get to see him for two days since he’s not aloud in the hospital (Dumb swine flu).  I really wanted him to be able to come to the hospital and meet his baby sister but instead I will just be gone for two days and then come home with a new person for him to share me with.  Good thing he won’t remember it like that.   After tomorrow he won’t ever remember life without her.  I’m very excited to have my little girl.  I’m a little nervous cause you just never know what can happen but I have very high hopes that everything will go just as smoothly as James’ delivery.  I can’t wait to meet her.</p> <p>I’m so glad I am able to be induced.  It just makes things a lot less stressful. Knowing the exact day I’m going to have a baby is awesome.  Rob’s mom flew in today and she’s going to be staying here and taking care of James.  Now we don’t have to worry about calling a friend to come watch him.  How do you ask someone to be willing to watch your two year old even if it’s in the middle of the night on Christmas eve.  Thankfully, we don’t have to worry about that.  </p> <p>We’re supposed to be at the hospital by 6 am.  I don’t mind going in that early though.  The earlier the better.  I doubt I will sleep that well anyway.</p> <p>I’m bringing my computer to the hospital so I can skype with my parents and post pictures ASAP. </p> <p>Wish me luck!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-51233150204633398832009-12-14T18:58:00.001-08:002009-12-14T18:58:23.448-08:0038 weeks…<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9LSsOClvKj6PH9suilrRa7RDqgpbNY7H2GN_K35DxTGXw0V4zNQHN9OEHhisF0sYqcDu4oqOzt80CTvgJd_BsLjx6JPx3PnaVI0QMAhJs07yxTdR9JKhiXuvOa6Sga-YHLTOobdKirQ/s1600-h/Dec%2009%20008%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Dec 09 008" border="0" alt="Dec 09 008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSg3G05puEa3uI2o7U1KVtdAaSACGjZ1hS89S8jA_rCY0_kQFnB6d6i74IO9hHG_KnYG2PEjiNh__39jZr2bczSJEjxzGBWnQXmsrndI3mCN4HoI9oNHw4uU7uHpqK2Ro_aqUap48KPg/?imgmax=800" width="214" height="469" /></a> This is ME 38 weeks pregnant with baby sister.  I am sooo ready to have her out of my belly and into my arms.  SATURDAY IS THE DAY!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-59254674822879998282009-12-13T22:48:00.001-08:002009-12-13T22:48:50.308-08:00Last week of being pregnant…<p>As a Friday I was dilated to a 3 1/2 and 70% effaced.  Should make for a quick delivery…right!</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-72692376668000016542009-12-05T15:17:00.001-08:002009-12-05T15:17:19.817-08:00BIG surprise…<p align="center">So, Wednesday night Rob, James and I had sat down to a dinner of homemade pizza when Rob got a phone call and walked into the bedroom.  I thought it was kind of strange but he came back and said that the home teachers wanted to stop by.  I wasn’t too excited about them stopping by randomly because I was feeling like such a scrub.  When I asked Rob why they were coming now he said probably cause it’s the end of the month(should have been my first clue something strange was going on).  I said, “No it’s not, it’s the beginning of the month.”  But he just ignored me.  The home teachers hadn’t shown up yet and I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long.  So, Rob called and asked if they found it ok.  This should have been my second clue (Our home teachers have been to our house before AND one of them lives in the neighborhood).  Then Rob decides he has to go to the bathroom just as they are coming to the door.  Then the doorbell rings and I go to answer it and "Much to my wondering eyes did appear” it wasn’t our home teachers at the door it was my DAD!  I totally freaked out…</p> <p align="center">My Mom came to visit me a few weeks ago just for the heck of it and apparently my Dad got a little jealous and decided to surprise me and just showed up at our door.  He ran into a small snag when he got to our apartment complex and they wouldn’t let him through the front gate cause we never called him through.  That’s why he had to call Rob so he could still surprise me (also, the reason Rob went to the bathroom causing me to be the one to answer the door).  You can’t believe how shocked I was to open the door and see my Dad instead of our home teachers.</p> <p align="center">I’m feeling very spoiled.  My Mom came a few weeks ago when Rob was out of town and we just got to hang out, work on craft projects and be totally lazy and then my dad surprises me by showing up at my door step, cleans my house while I was visiting teaching and then treated me to a much needed massage at massage envy.  IT WAS AWESOME!  I’m a massage therapist and that was the first time I’d  EVER gone to a spa and had a professional massage.  </p> <p align="center">Sadly, my Dad had to leave this morning but James had soooo much fun hanging out with his Grandpa.  He doesn’t get very good sleep when his grandparents come to town though.  He’d rather fall asleep on Grandpa’s belly while watching “The O’Reilly Factor”</p> <p align="center">…My Dad’s belly is one of my favorite spots too.</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-38532231459049498012009-12-02T12:36:00.001-08:002009-12-02T12:36:18.604-08:00Doctor appointment…<p>Only 1 or 2 more appointments left.  I’m already dilated between 2-3 cm and 50% effaced.  The Doc said it should be an easy inducement.</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-87052940517742958362009-12-01T13:33:00.001-08:002009-12-01T13:33:47.391-08:00…<p> So, I know it says I have 25 days to go but it’s more like 19 since I’m being induced on the 19th.  I haven’t really thought much about the whole birthing process this time around since I’m basically going in to be induced the exact same way I was with James.  I decided to watch a few videos anyway just to remind me of what it’s all like.  I’m still pretty set on never doing it naturally if I can help it.  I watched an epidural birth and it reminded me of how wonderful James’ delivery was.  How easy, pain free, and quick it all was.  Then I watched a natural birth…all I can say is no thank you.  I’ll just take a repeat of last time.  4 1/2 hours of virtually pain free labor and my beautiful baby boy was born…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpzjSi3lVVzZfcGF9_QL_kfEGucTo0FMDRHIEqJJ1kpW5P4rFpCzJzebm96a9hK8GdaTQCTFMX-P3VZ6EA0-A-TE16wKgNFvq0J9AL_37BH-KzxGfpreoICnmVs0AF7x2tEnnAWZVSBo/s1600-h/Desktop%20pictures%202900%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Desktop pictures 2900" border="0" alt="Desktop pictures 2900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmaT9Waye9YDy5-oJiwzbeSRkKJt3bQDuGbAb9wXkDq4B0GBHw_F7CN_YdE63e_tNC-V8j7HAav810f-tlaXJNrAPbW4qtkxEKDlAcd61PSbVRNzDKS47s6WI9Ly5R7BY44Wd1ubyVlg/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p></p> <p>…now don’t laugh at me if it doesn’t go that way this time around.</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-63758548779474205672009-11-25T11:14:00.001-08:002009-11-25T11:14:23.711-08:00Oh, the joys of pregnancy.<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/Sw2CB3-2TFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/zLcmzKPrIkE/s1600-h/Nov.%2009%20074%5B2%5D.jpg"></a><font size="1"></font></p> <h6 align="center"> <font size="1">32 1/2 weeks (most recent prego photo)</font></h6> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaANedjaxNbv5EGQxcQ9eMG5o42efxtzrT380VL1qsx2R2gIc4a_JUxlk3UVkx3hTK1oLk6Ze31OaVhfWssPieqJ_DxBd6Y9p1qhAWmA-_oaRLvDgot0eH2HBOX02rCsfnrkb0aDB9Qss/s1600-h/Nov.%2009%20074%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Nov. 09 074" border="0" alt="Nov. 09 074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5B3p8S-8FxwrAVNEbKO9HPZZwvUlNHI6wjCoOHaCNOCCulu__2RShjnvWPdMeHL-Bhth1GSoDtZi0Cqnm8jBj5oTnJN6MYjdThOLpy82DD2NdKd5soC-3OcG1oDQqhShL8_vmo-3N1M/?imgmax=800" width="357" height="470" /></a></p> <p>Now, don’t get me wrong.  I love being pregnant and feeling my baby kick around inside me.  I love the excitement of it all.  But let’s be honest.  They are WAY better out than in.  I have about a month left till my due date but since I’m being induced on the 19th that’s about 24 more days.  Boy, am I feeling it.  There is nothing like have a little one kicking you in the ribs or bladder.  I have this relentless knot in my back that pretty much hurts whatever position I’m in.  I usually end up with my back in the corner of the wall trying to rub it out which usually results in more pain and bruising the next day.  I can barely walk any where without getting incredible exhausted and my hips and thighs are killing me. UGH!  I am feeling so ROTUND.  The funny thing is I’m not even as big as I was with James.  The Doc said this baby probably will be less the 7 lbs.  A little petite baby girl.  How cute!</p> <p>Oh boy, is James life about to change.  I’m so excited for him.  I’m sure it will be a huge adjustment but what is better than having siblings.  Life would be so boring without them.  I’m sure James will be a great example to his baby sister.   He won’t ever remember life without her. </p> <p>Rob thinks he needs to run out and buy a shot gun but trust me (I have an older brother)  there is no need for a shot gun when there is a big brother looking out for you.   That’s the real reason why I never really had a boyfriend till Steve left on his mission.</p> <p>Anywho, life is so exciting.  There is actually a lot going on in the weeks before the impending arrival.  We’re not going to be a lone for Thanksgiving anymore.  I actually had a friend from WA that lives in CO invite our family to her family’s house for Thanksgiving.  I’m so excited that it won’t just be the three of us.(and I don’t have to make a whole Thanksgiving meal by myself)  Then we have ward parties, cookie exchanges, bow making, and a baby shower.  There is a lot to look forward too.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/Sw2CC9e3YiI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9rOwcaMMFGA/s1600-h/P1030357%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1030357" border="0" alt="P1030357" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/Sw2CDOmV34I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jqtTvXOZHd8/P1030357_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="247" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_432sCXvlH7M/Sw2CDYkWsnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/01ZRyUMpA3k/s1600-h/P1030358%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1030358" border="0" alt="P1030358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ourVa5jtdxMaraIyUh_FdcnUr_bf1qD5A1WQt6tUviMBKeljPw0nivZFBuGQd77Ruqw1uzhYwG6vfu2fhScuhhZ0XlhpRVaUu6NPl000lBA9MpCIWX7hJ1jq8D4s0PjlEeYkKVI_Pyk/?imgmax=800" width="332" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>Sweet baby James</p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-51176904334131437532009-11-11T13:49:00.001-08:002009-11-11T13:49:52.880-08:00Journal Entry #2<p><font face="Century Schoolbook">Where did you live as a child----town, country, suburb, etc.  Describe your childhood home.</font></p> <p><font face="Century Schoolbook">I thought this would be a fun question to answer since I didn’t have a “childhood home”.  Let’s start like this…</font></p> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">How many states/countries have I lived in (these are just as a child)?  </font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">I have lived in 5 different states and two countries (U.S. included).</font></li> </ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">How many times have I moved? </font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">From birth to 18 years old I have moved 10 times.  This does not include moves within the same state.</font></li> </ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">What states and countries have I lived in?</font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">I will go in order (stay with me)</font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Utah (born)</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Georgia</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Germany</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Georgia</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Arizona</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Utah</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Arizona</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Kansas</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Arizona</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Washington (my senior year)</font></li> </ul> </ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">How many different school have I attended?</font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">5 elementary schools</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">2 middle schools</font></li> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">3 high schools</font></li> </ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Which place was my favorite to live?</font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Washington for sure.  It is beautiful and so green.  We lived in a beautiful house on 5 acres.  We had 30 elk on our lawn every morning.  I love the city of Seattle.  If you’ve never been you should definitely put it on your list of places to go.  There is so much to do.  Also, this is where I met Rob.  Thanks to moving to Washington I was able to meet my eternal companion.  Thus, I would not have my sweet babies (precious!) </font></li> </ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">Describe my childhood homes?</font></li> <ul> <li><font face="Century Schoolbook">I have lived in some wonderful homes.  I had my own room.  Sometimes I had a bathroom in my room, sometimes we had a pool, and sometimes we had a forest surrounding us.  But since I never had one specific house growing up I guess the best way to describe my childhood home was where ever my family was.  Because family is what makes a home, right!</font></li> </ul> </ul> <h5 align="right"><u>North bend,WA in the winter</u></h5> <p><img src="http://cdn-2-service.phanfare.com/images/6275082_4367684_82498129_Web_2/Image-6275082-82498129-2-Web_0_f5811e9552c5771316938beb7308f2f3_1" width="435" height="327" /></p> <p>Isn’t it amazing?!</p> <p align="left"> </p> <blockquote> <p><font face="High Tower Text">Nov. 11th 2009</font></p> <p><font face="High Tower Text"> entry #2</font></p> <p><font face="High Tower Text">Journal of Amy Richardson’s history</font></p></blockquote> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-27284922660221762192009-11-06T11:54:00.001-08:002009-11-11T13:14:23.228-08:00Something new…<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">So, a while back for a Relief Society activity we made these journal jars. It’s basically a jar full of questions to answer and record everyday to help you write your own personal history. You might think it’s boring but I thought it would be fun to record it onto my blog. So…here’s my first entry.</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">What kind of music do you like? </span><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Do you have any memories associated with music?</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I’m just going to start off by saying I love all kinds of <br />music. Rock, Emo, Grunge, Country, Rap, Pop, You name it <br />I like it. I have no talent for it but I sure appreciate people <br />that do.</span> </span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Favorite music: Dave Matthews Band, Snow Patrol, <br />Cold Play, U2(the old stuff) </span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Music I Dispise: Duran Duran, Nickelback, and She’s like <br />the wind (you know, that song from Dirty Dancing) </span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">First Concert: <strong>N’sync!</strong> My Dad got free tickets through <br />work and I was able to take a bunch of friends. We later found out we were suppose to have dinner with them but someone forgot to mention it to my Dad. <strong>I know, I could have met Justin!</strong></span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Other memories: </span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">On my first date with Rob he took me to a RadioHead laser show in Seattle. It was an awesome first date. We had our first smooch that night too.</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Fast forward a few years later…</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">When I was about 5-6 months pregnant with James <br />Rob and I went to a Snow Patrol Concert. It was awesome, <br />except for the fact that I almost past out. (Tip: Don’t go to <br />a concert at a standing venue when you are pregnant.) It was hot and crowded. Not to mention the RUDE 6 feet something people that push their way in front of all us short people making it so there is no way on earth we can see anything. It’s not like we asked to be vertical challenged.</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">That concludes my first journal entry. Now you know a little more about me and hopefully my children and grandchildren will too.</span></p> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:100%;">Nov. 6th 2009 <br />Entry #1 <br />Journal of Amy Richardson’s history</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Harlow Solid Italic;font-size:100%;"> </span></p>Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384196204761965560.post-9366585139015118422009-11-04T12:38:00.001-08:002009-11-04T13:02:37.149-08:00The moments we live for…<p><font face="Harrington"></font></p> <p></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 689px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:0e1b94a4-ddde-4c20-ad64-f282843c47e9" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-184bbaf63aa0a861.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=184BBAF63AA0A861!142&ct=photos"><img style="border:0px" alt="View Fall '09" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMiYmmBvgd6Kg8umnHZ2ECG0DP2gpUBWJVUCKVxJYyGy6e1EH3eirPavZVcEQy8kFmtm8h3U-nRKQZ1ZQU2mbIooBIKmi_BPRuhOlKIaBVUzu5eTDYH_vSt6eZOXNHlWP8muvLkdne3s/?imgmax=800" /></a><div style="width:467px;text-align:right;" ><a href="http://cid-184bbaf63aa0a861.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=184BBAF63AA0A861!142&ct=photos">View Full Album</a></div></div> <p></p> <p>October has gone just as fast as it came and I expect the next two months will as well. </p> <p> The most exciting thing about the month had to be the snow.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen it snow that much without a break in my whole life.  It started snowing at around 7pm Tuesday evening (Halloween week) and did not stop till Thursday evening.  We got 2 feet of snow.  Rob came home early on Wednesday in anticipation that the roads would only be getting worse.  So, half of Wednesday and all of Thursday Rob just worked from home (another reason I love Rob’s job).    We tried to go eat out on Thursday but all of the restaurants were closed because of the weather. Thanks to the grocery stores we were able to pick up a Digorno pizza. (Rob, sorry we weren’t able to satisfy your green chili craving.)</p> <p>Thanks Target for being open as well?  Because of you we were able to get snow boots and gloves for James thus allowing us to frolic in the snow on Friday morning.  I’m not normally a huge fan of snow and cold weather.  Especially this early in the year.  But Friday was amazing.  We bundled ourselves and James up in our snow gear and went out for some snow filled fun.  The weather was perfect.  James had a blast.  We took him sledding down a small hill in our neighbor hood and then he played on the snow covered playground.  </p> <p>Then…that night we had the ward Trunk-or-Treat. It was James first time really understanding the concept of Halloween.  He was diggin it.  Then of course Halloween was the next day.    We went over to my cousins house to celebrate.  They had a huge group of kids go tricking-or-treating together(James included).  We only went around one block but that was plenty for me (being pregnant and all) and James.  It was getting pretty cold too.  We then indulged ourselves in hot cheesy soup and sour dough bread.  </p> <p>There is nothing I enjoy more than all of the memories we have been able to create together as a family.  </p> Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00953034939888971503noreply@blogger.com0