tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91657344807921602042024-03-12T21:36:36.032-07:00Kuykendall KeepsakesThe Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-73350623377425060742010-08-05T22:54:00.000-07:002010-08-05T23:12:22.908-07:00Vacation7 1/2 years ago a bug was planted in Jason's brain that tells him every 2 or so years that it is time for a vacation. But not just ANY vacation... A cruise. We took a cruise for our honeymoon. 7 days to Key West, Belize and Cozumel. Two years later we took another (right after we miscarried). 7 days to Key West, Grand Cayman and Cozumel. 2 years ago we sold our house with a realtor who advertised a "Free" cruise. 5 days to Progreso, Mexico and Cozumel. <br /><br />We just booked our 4th cruise. 5 days to Progreso and Cozumel again. We sail in January. This will be the first time we go with Jake. Last time we went he was 1 and it wouldn't be a very good vacation for any of us. He'll be 4 when we leave in January. He's going to have a blast. We will be leaving Tabitha behind, though. Same reasons as before. She'll barely be 1. I hate leaving them because I feel it should be a FAMILY vacation, but a cruise ship is not a proper place for babies. <br /><br />My parents are coming with us again. They came with us on #2 and I'm sure it'll be much more fun this time. Mom wants to do a submarine ride in Cozumel and we're going to the Chichen Itza Mayan Ruins again.<br /><br />I am so excited. I can't wait. <br /><br />Now comes the determination and will power... I need to lose weight. Some where around 65 lbs. Part of it I can blame on Tabitha, but really it comes down to me. Choices. I've made the choices; I have to live with the consequences. Jason will be picking up the kids from daycare starting next week so I can go work out... he offered. I can't wait. I'm going to go sweat at Zumba... yee haw... and ouch...<br /><br />well, tomorrow is Friday and Jake is going to Nana's house for the weekend. I think I'll take Tabitha to have her picture made on Saturday morning. It is time.<br /><br />Speaking of time... It's bed time.. Well, WAY past... Good Night.The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-61946951431036218982010-08-05T22:38:00.001-07:002010-08-05T22:54:49.569-07:00TabithaOh, my little redhead... I should have named you Lucy.... <br /><br />You are such a sweet little girl. But could you stop the glass shattering squeals????? Please????? I'll buy you a pony....<br /><br />Tabitha is now 7 months old. Weighing in at a whopping approximately 15 lbs... I say approximately because I'm behind on the Dr. Visits. I am switching Drs for me and the kids due to Scott and White's decision to charge $88 for facility fees for any Dr. visits to their clinics... on top of the co-pay...<br /><br />She crawls, holds her own bottle, babbles.. a lot.... sits up on her own, pulls herself up on furniture, once she even went from sitting to her knees, to almost standing up... without holding onto anything.... <br /><br />She smiles so big when she sees me. She is very ticklish and LOVES bathtime. She gives very sweet open-mouth kisses.<br /><br />She wants to be a big girl and loves to bang her hands on the table when she's sitting by one.<br /><br />She has a natural, hereditary, fascination with cell phones and remotes... (from her daddy). but she's not too fond of Green Beans.<br /><br />Yes, she is still a red-head.... <br /><br />Tiny<br />Angelic<br />Beautiful<br />Ice Blue Eyes<br />Tender<br />Happy<br />A blessing to her family<br /><br />I get stopped in the stores all the time by people who are enchanted by her. They are always commenting on how beautiful she is or the beautiful color of her hair. I have to admit that I worry for her as she grows. If it doesn't change color... I know a lot of redheads that don't like their red hair... I don't want her to be unhappy with her looks. A lot of people pay good money for her color.<br /><br />My sweet girl.. thank you for insisting on joining our family. We didn't know we needed you, but you did. I love you.The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-7590259776116606442010-08-05T22:09:00.000-07:002010-08-05T22:37:56.725-07:00JacobI just love to watch how Jacob is with Tabitha. You can definitely tell that he loves her. For those who have been around him from the time Tabitha was born you know the story of Brenda. I hope his affection for her lasts forever, but I find it very touching and sweet to see how he is with her. He is never jealous of her. He shares his toys with her so freely. He is itching to share food with her. He'll do anything for me if it involves her. For instance... tonight I was cooking dinner. Tabitha likes to crawl into the kitchen and play with the dog food. All I had to do is call for Jake and say "come get Sissy". he comes in, picks her up under the arms and carries her from behind and gently sets her down in the living room. It didn't matter how many times I interrupted Dora.. he'd pause it.. come get her and watch his show again. I think I'll teach him how to make her a bottle and get her back to sleep at 3am....<br /><br />During dinner I was holding her on the couch and he walked past her and said in the sweetest voice "Hey there Pretty Girl". <br /><br />Every night after prayers Jake gives me and Tabitha hugs and kisses before he goes to sleep. He is always so gentle with her. <br /><br />He is one amazing son and brother. I am truly grateful for him in my life. I hope that Tabitha will appreciate him one day. <br /><br />Jacob is one smart cookie. We've had him at ACL since he was 20 months old and I have to say that it was the best move we could have made for him. He speaks so well. He has a very large vocabulary for a 3 1/2 year old. He counts to 15 in Spanish, He knows his shapes and colors. And right now he is taking swimming lessons. I spoke with his swim teacher today and she said that he is amazing in the water. I wasn't surprised. He is awesome at everything he tries. <br /><br />One thing I would like to indulge if he wants to do it is the culinary arts. We love crab legs and will buy them when they are on sale at HEB. Jason and Jake can eat 1 1/2 lbs by themselves (usually Jake eats the most). Well, one day I was making crab salad with imitation crab meat and Jake asked Jason what it was. Jason responded that it was crab. Well, of course Jake wanted some. So Jason gave him a small piece.. Jake's response... "THAT'S not CRAB." What a pallete. <br /><br />Integrity... Jake has a lot of integrity. When he gets in trouble at school (which I can count on one hand) The teachers don't have to tell me. Usually Jake will tell me on the way home. I would never have known.. But he tells on himself... <br /><br />Funny... Jake thinks he's funny... and he's right. His teachers are always commenting on how much of a hoot he is and how he is a riot. I love his sense of humor and the very expressive faces he makes... <br /><br />Music... He is my little songbird. He loves to sing and will often start singing at the weirdest times. He also loves for me to sing to him. He always asks me to sing to him while he brushes his teeth. Usually Old MacDonald and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Lollipop. This is my fault because I had heard once that the proper amount of time to brush your teeth is the length of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star sung twice. So I started singing it to him to make sure he brushed long enough. He's graduated to non-diluted mouthwash and flossing by himself. <br /><br />Birthday... I asked him today what kind of birthday party he wants this year... his response... Dora. <br /><br />Jacob is very in touch with his feminine side. He loves to be primped and painted. and his favorite color is pink. I'll let him have his fun for 10 more years.. then we'll have to have a talk...<br /><br />Growth... I can tell that he is growing up because in the last two weeks he has actually requested to go play in his room and watch his own tv. Oh, and he hasn't had a wet pull up in the morning in about a month, so we're going to try sleeping in underwear.. One night down... <br /><br />I just love my little buggy. He brings joy and frustration to me all at the same time. I know that as he grows older he will stop being as helpful as he is right now, so I will embrace his willingness and desire to help and be held. He's growing so fast. It's scary to think how fast time is going by. I'll try not to blink too many times.<br /><br />Love you Jakey.The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-7922564129066174572010-06-19T09:01:00.000-07:002010-06-19T09:03:17.123-07:00So much to sayBut so little time... Sorry! Tabitha is sleeping so I better use this time to do laundry and dishes. I've already cleaned out the fridge. GROSS. Don't know how much more time I have, so I better not waste it. Hopefully more later.The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-47100145709266136562010-06-13T17:38:00.001-07:002010-08-05T23:35:24.722-07:0033Now that I am 33 years old I will try and list 33 things I have learned.<br /><br /><br /><br />1. No matter how in awe I am at modern technology I know that in 6 months they will outdo themselves again.<br /><br />2. Kids now a days have it easy.<br /><br />3. I should have had kids 10 years ago.<br /><br />4. I couldn't be a single Mom. I NEED help with the kids.<br /><br />5. I am selfish.<br /><br />6. I am blessed.<br /><br />7. No matter what I do, when I am in a hurry, everyone will be in my way...<br /><br />8. No matter how early I get up on Sunday, I'm still going to be late for church.<br /><br />9. I am rarely the one in control. I'm always at the beck and call of someone else<br /><br />10. You won't die from exhaustion after getting 5 hours sleep everynight for 5 1/2 months.<br /><br />11. You're never going to find the match to every sock in your unmatched sock bag/basket/drawer, etc.<br /><br />12. I have forgotten more information than I currently know.<br /><br />13. Two kids is perfect for me.<br /><br />14. Sometimes I just have to pick my battles. If Jake wants to eat junk food, let him. There are bigger fish to fry... <br /><br />15. If you are going to be picky about how something is done... do it yourself...<br /><br />16. No one in the world drives as well as I do. I'm the perfect driver. Everyone else is an idiot who got their license from Cracker Jacks.<br /><br />17. Even though I don't forward on the touchy feely emails I'm still going to get at least 3 per day...<br /><br />18. I need more than 24 hours in one day.<br /><br />19. My VCR isn't hooked up properly and I don't know how to do it.<br /><br />20. If God will take you to it.. God will take you through it.<br /><br />21. The most precious thing a mother can see is her children asleep.<br /><br />22. The most horrible feeling is watching your child in pain knowing there is nothing you can do for them.<br /><br />23. Heredity can really stink sometimes.<br /><br />24. I enjoy feeling all domesticated.<br /><br />25. I love searching the internet for recipes and helpful tidbits.<br /><br />26. I'm not a very good actress.<br /><br />27. I am very good at disguising my voice on the phone.<br /><br />28. I am imperfect.<br /><br />29. I prefer hugs over kisses.. unless they're kisses from my kiddos.<br /><br />30. I wish I could do more for my friends.<br /><br />31. I am really good at diffusing angry people.<br /><br />32. I love my family.<br /><br />33. coming up with 33 things is really hard.<br /><br />Happy Birthday to ME...The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-35723560115313444702010-03-24T12:50:00.000-07:002010-03-24T12:55:34.824-07:00Taking Donationsof Cornstarch!!!! I want to do this....<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKRYzYHUCzzRka1bfqND6U40g6nSDQeyBD4YWdqW8bRvuS0sHOgZE3qZy_ydL3yujvEhH5O2FEJI9VjhdBeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-45779803430089522232010-03-16T07:51:00.000-07:002010-03-16T08:59:57.529-07:00Allow me to introduce....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449244837708333234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNChaMsE3r0RahI_-6pNk3lvfj9tXfD1yNQNvHfS9_5HGU8xrzxnGQKZ2ZQ0SIeI_FAp-pcPIs38ewM_xyHZQTg968PWt3EnU6miomvmuyYPpWpfKKtSVSbqukoYYc0EJJswsZCTckGw/s320/STP64056.JPG" /><br /><br />In no particular order (because I don't know which is which) Donnie, Brent, Eleanor and Brenda. I actually think there is only one rooster in there, so I wonder if Donnie or Brent is going to be a girl.... <br /><br />Donnie is one of Jake's biggest fans. He is my Mother In Law's boyfriend and just LOVES Jake. He spoils him rotten. Jake loves hanging out with Donnie because what Jake wants... Jake gets... Donnie, if you're reading this I dare you to disagree. <br /><br />Brent is Donnie's son, who is a great "big brother" to Jake. <br /><br />Eleanor is a little girl in Jake's class. I tease and say that it is his girlfriend, because everyday just about they hug and I've seen a few kisses, too. She's cute as can be and her parents are so nice. She used to run up to me and give me a hug. <br /><br />And everyone knows that Brenda is actually Tabitha. (Jake decided before the baby was born that her name was going to be Brenda. We don't know where Brenda came from as he doesn't know any Brendas. We have explained to him that <strong><em>he</em></strong> may call her Brenda if he wants, but that Mommy and Daddy and everyone else is going to call her is Tabitha. He is ok with it for now. He has tried several times to tell people that her name is Brenda but Mommy and Daddy just call her Tabitha...) <br /><br />Jake and Tabitha spent the night at my mother in law's house Saturday. When we went to get them on Sunday these 4 tagged along. Donnie has been saying for a year that he wanted to get Jake some chickens to help teach him responsibility. That is fine because every now and then Jason decides he wants to hatch some chicks, play with them and then we would give them back to the people who supplied the eggs. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoaDX5Mi0taDZPlkcaDJxTxXD5zz9ueuowJSuW6SDCE74h8azZ3ej_F_pPnJb6voc1cDZ-xDHP-wp8SsYQ0XWbxCY4x9mQhyzpV63bFyYlKVHyQJzXyX5iDFxJSrhwC31OMVJgIFg2g/s1600-h/STP64052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449244991666556610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoaDX5Mi0taDZPlkcaDJxTxXD5zz9ueuowJSuW6SDCE74h8azZ3ej_F_pPnJb6voc1cDZ-xDHP-wp8SsYQ0XWbxCY4x9mQhyzpV63bFyYlKVHyQJzXyX5iDFxJSrhwC31OMVJgIFg2g/s320/STP64052.JPG" /></a>For those who do not have the benefit of being around baby chickens... They stink... They are cute as can be, but they stink. Also, because the weather isn't warm enough to put them outside and because we don't have anywhere outside to put them yet without the neighbor's dogs or coyotes eating them, they are in my house.. Actually they are on my dining room table in a rubbermaid tub. This is only temporary as Donnie has promised to return this week with a trough or bathtub or something to put them in outside. I changed the newspaper on the bottom of the tub yesterday morning and in just one day four baby chicks completely covered the new newspaper. Can you say Disgusting? They will probably stay inside for a couple more weeks until spring arrives and it stays warm enough for them to be outside permanently. Our dogs could care less about them, so they are safe in the house uncovered.<br /><br />Future Blog post: In about a year I'll have a blog post entitled "Free Eggs". Stay Tuned! (that is IF they survive my 3 year old who doesn't watch where he walks)<br /><div><br /><div> </div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-32913437300809905112010-03-11T11:44:00.001-08:002010-03-11T12:26:46.531-08:00Tabitha's 2 month Stats<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4KRjcUWgNN-APJvWBRXnMF7fJdGLfUt7R8u6VSqI-TU14elmXGZwZqkUbm_JMDy8onoi2HFnFMl5fjIbVcE8X104efmqlxrTjz2cuWm0JunBp6FvkNSmGi7jFRCpuV69tUNMn8Q3Eg/s1600-h/Tabitha.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447470614183826386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4KRjcUWgNN-APJvWBRXnMF7fJdGLfUt7R8u6VSqI-TU14elmXGZwZqkUbm_JMDy8onoi2HFnFMl5fjIbVcE8X104efmqlxrTjz2cuWm0JunBp6FvkNSmGi7jFRCpuV69tUNMn8Q3Eg/s400/Tabitha.jpg" /></a><br /><div>We took Tabitha to the Dr. on Monday and here are her stats. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Weight: 10lb 3 oz (+3lb 4 oz since birth) (Slightly below Average)</div><br /><div>Height: 22.75" (+2.25" since birth) (above average)</div><br /><div>Head: 15" (I don't remember what it was at birth.) (Average)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She will be tall and skinny just like her...... well... I'm sure it's in the family genes somewhere.... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She was healthy and happy and got 3 shots which made her very unhappy. She got one dose of vaccination orally and she even cried for that one. It must not have been the taste she wanted... </div><br /><div>(brag alert) We have made several outings and pretty much at every one someone will stop in their tracks and tell me how beautiful or precious she is... Made me want to put her in a beauty pageant right then and there... just kidding... I know she is beautiful and precious... but much more than that I am just glad that she is a happy child. She and Jake will make a great duet of loving children. He is empathetic and compassionate and she will be one of those people who can turn the world on with her smile..... and I hope she doesn't get teeth for a good long time because nothing is funnier than a huge gummy grin.</div><br /><br /><div>She is starting to reciprocate smiles and is starting to "talk". She still has bright red hair (which has all but fallen out on top, but is abundant on the back of her head) and a small "strawberry" on her right eyelid and a much larger strawberry patch on the back of her head near her neck. Lucky for her she will have hair to cover the big one and I think that the eyelid one will fade with time and growth. </div><div> </div><div>Her brother is still insisting her name is Brenda, even though we've corrected him numerous times. He calls her "Sissy" most of the time anyway. He LOVES her so much. He is constantly asking about her, hugging her, kissing her and being generally infatuated with her. He hasn't shown any jealousy toward her even though I can't respond to his needs as much as he would want me to. He HAS increased his whiney-factor by 564684651354%, though.</div><div> </div><div>Life is good. Sleep is a distant memory. But smiles are-a-plenty at our house. </div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-54466813027625118272010-03-11T09:59:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:06:17.576-08:00Karaoke Champion.Jake isn't THIS bad (or good) but he is getting close. I think they need to turn CMT off every once in a while.. lol Enjoy this video. It's the cutest thing I've seen all day...<br /><br /><a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1610699488?bctid=31812464001">http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1610699488?bctid=31812464001</a><br /><br />I'm hoping to get video of Jake singing along to "Defying Gravity" off the Wicked Soundtrack. He's pretty good.... Repeats words he doesn't even know... lolThe Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-49951944317224219132010-02-16T07:42:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:50:04.642-08:00A riddle...What do you get when you have your wedding anniversary on Feb. 8th, Valentine's Day on Feb. 14th, and return to work after maternity leave on Feb. 15th?<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438867755532882034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lVSfq1Glnw4X2IG7G_3vP0O7JwtrDZpxHmIdNLeE49z45vg2O0d56oAvVBNEZKPOKFnpGrLf1xz34qBg6EML0l0-YmXQtzDN74zAqpTSlJwwGkrAnNc5Gp6bRb__g082E51bDN0HXQ/s400/flowers.jpg" /><br /><br /><p></p><p>That's right.. you get 3 dozen roses, 3 carnations, and a bouquet of purple flowers! I've been a good girl and totally deserve it!!!! </p><p>Thank you, Dear! (and Lia for the idea for the flowers for "returning to work" I'm glad I left my phone at home now.)</p>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-63417407949914274882010-02-15T10:20:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:34:47.247-08:00Tabitha's BlessingWe had Tabitha blessed yesterday. Since my Dad is in town we took advantage of this rare occasion and had her blessed so he could be here for it. I love that it was Valentine's Day. I remember Jake was blessed on Superbowl Sunday and now I can remember that Tabitha was blessed on Valentine's Day. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438861495228857474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTW_wOffqyUubp5gLRyt8S0UBNuPvprHulgRwUtJVlbdNvFXHNs7pAfohyphenhyphenOc_cV0yQlisTtsxr4uE_fTOBxYt60lWFYL5qc8rdG-PbO296W2zf74uAqwA345ieMfKaRIALmxmveWCwA/s320/STP64003.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438861157033211634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5kilO_00JP_3ndvkorHRODQkTzPRoE1759k5pfQOwQMtTNdcH5Np0fj1DoTlD8V4nQJLyjFs_0XPE04O1_QKGDMhv2uHyE7dQUm-k5aEvl_wa-hCBOHd2O5jxRMai3Fq2dCjYjk2Vw/s320/STP64001.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438859682063464786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhah4Wtc9I5FaaJ0p5KumgTLcS6-oU4prU0R9RIxGzs0MVN8QuB-q0sPTAnib1GgpyIIUNV8JutxJ3M1rO5-zGmKxuvwTdm8mb5z-j-6X3pTTYW1URFMV9pTNqDfXwFZSZ1jBYfmyZN7g/s320/STP64000.JPG" /> Her blessing gown/bonnet was given to me by my friend, Davina. Davina has 4 children. When she was pregnant with her 2nd (a girl) a friend of her family took it upon herself to handmake this beautiful dress and bonnet as a gift to Davina. Well, her daughter got blessed before the friend finished (Davina didn't know she was making the gown, or she would have waited). Davina kept the gown for her next baby. She adopted her next child, who didn't fit the gown at blessing time... so she kept it. Her 4th child was a boy... so she had this beautiful gown, and no one to use it. Enter me. During a visit I got to talking to Davina and mentioned that I was going to go to JCPenney to look for a blessing gown and she pulled this from the closet. I thought it looked way too big for Tabitha. After looking around town and not seeing what I wanted in a gown I called Davina back. I picked it up and thought I'd have to have it altered... IT FIT PERFECTLY. The only adjustment I had to do was to the bonnet. I had to shorten it because it was too big. Easy fix. Thank you Davina for saving this beautiful gown for us.<br /><br />It was a great blessing. I remember it stressing that she will be a peacemaker. That's wonderful. Jake's called him a relationship mender and now my Tabitha will be a peacemaker. I hope I'm not the one they are sent here to control. It also said that she'll learn to recognize the Holy Ghost at a young age... It's amazing how different my children's blessings are. They seem to fit them perfectly, though. Jake's was spot on. He is certainly living up to his. </div><div></div><div>My brother in Law, Paul, gave her blessing and Brothers Milligan, Estrada, Hodson, Gustafson, Blackhurst, Sweet, and Castaneda stood in the circle. </div><div></div><div>It was a very special day. I did better this time.. With Jake I forgot to take pictures. I made sure to not make that mistake again.... I'm learning. It was a great day all around. Thanks to all who made it possible.</div><div> </div></div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-73793508612459562802010-02-13T09:41:00.000-08:002010-02-13T09:56:31.415-08:00I know Christmas is over, but Jake will sing these songs all year long. I had to record it for posterity sake. Enjoy. Don't mind the runny nose. I think it adds to the meaning of the song. lol <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTQSmekDVq36po1NblBBMi9wUJEWKVtR-O387Zi9at_nGsDKLrcN9G78ov3XT8-2nb3z0kHZQot4dYo38cMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-63996379521654972582010-01-29T18:16:00.000-08:002010-01-29T18:33:06.853-08:00<div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwr5MaLCuzVNdL0N7P68tQW32vT1f3sYd3VlFrCbweiMMBqfo5g7wfwHjXPFvA399QhyVN1Ja9oMrp8u7D91w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>The best big brother in the world.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x3x9QRSaBi33oiGFzmDFg6vXO-b3MLB7J7t-v1yBxsDwKmThXZnlSkVIHpNXXrcEAeAHUBSWPfSBZ0tG0QqCSebFxasMhna_rkgqx-9Wz4eNxZ6AVFR1ILdZet0g3K-rtZolAQ57wg/s1600-h/STP63924.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432352523345485442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x3x9QRSaBi33oiGFzmDFg6vXO-b3MLB7J7t-v1yBxsDwKmThXZnlSkVIHpNXXrcEAeAHUBSWPfSBZ0tG0QqCSebFxasMhna_rkgqx-9Wz4eNxZ6AVFR1ILdZet0g3K-rtZolAQ57wg/s320/STP63924.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353099193329650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsyNPyUqoMl-Jv5iYyMvF7bnGmgi6hE8QVffrHEKFMCQhZGmiAxnYuhJHNptfUfwfAPz86ZBOuAEAXT6KAZKn5plfhE0kGXjuRpbTTrU2CO6uv50XxOFe3FWvD-qVJbiH54FOTnnKyA/s320/STP63925.JPG" /><br /><div></div><p><br />Tonight we celebrated the One Month birthday of the person we call "Sissy", Tabitha, and Brenda. She has been such a wonderful baby so far. She reminds me so much of Jacob, it isn't funny. They were both great babies. She hardly makes any sounds. She is starting to smile more, and I'm hoping it isn't just gas. I will try in the next day or so to post more pictures of her since we now have high speed internet. Woo Hoo!!! Happy One Month, Princess Tabitha.<br /></p><br /><br /><p></p></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-4710038211475796292009-12-24T06:58:00.000-08:002010-01-22T10:45:43.773-08:00Pictures with SantaI took Jacob to see Santa before Christmas. He has seen this Santa since he was 1. He does a lot better every year. He was only nervous for a few minutes and then seemed to be OK with the "stranger". He has been singing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" for several weeks now so at least the concept of Santa Claus wasn't terrifying for him. Enjoy the pictures!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26nLsjTcosTvRaiQBK0GH3Zsp2VSmsj0vhtsoagAyGue0BMOPNj3s0NHTESh-BhWT6A2l38kcgHkNXCJTJahlZlw8rBE4Hjvj0Ng1vdq1XOCGWAnNWY4vpwqc5JsiKWc1EUoX_YnwFg/s1600-h/STP63799.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429634879662480114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26nLsjTcosTvRaiQBK0GH3Zsp2VSmsj0vhtsoagAyGue0BMOPNj3s0NHTESh-BhWT6A2l38kcgHkNXCJTJahlZlw8rBE4Hjvj0Ng1vdq1XOCGWAnNWY4vpwqc5JsiKWc1EUoX_YnwFg/s320/STP63799.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbLzk6uhOQHXJBv3NnnxcnbdaR5vm9OTKZH63JHQYdXH40PeR-iH2vOIne5VuenJIkKVUS9cKmvlSlpXiQb8u2LbdPLBSoGy0kKcXcHuww3TpzM0isJuEKWPbnU2hpCSNPJHkRSwRNA/s1600-h/STP63812.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429634365605115874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbLzk6uhOQHXJBv3NnnxcnbdaR5vm9OTKZH63JHQYdXH40PeR-iH2vOIne5VuenJIkKVUS9cKmvlSlpXiQb8u2LbdPLBSoGy0kKcXcHuww3TpzM0isJuEKWPbnU2hpCSNPJHkRSwRNA/s320/STP63812.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT8AABvTdtSe-AkpCOpAaBv7dUNAXYQBtNTbliCHlWvbozWOzTK3-Ct3rMmf2A4onjfYdzWDzRoS_TZ2a9zXVO-FOc6K6UlGtgDzD2_gBdVktqKcLp7WZDXq4Zc01aKvTtQC_IpaZXw/s1600-h/STP63802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429634053582824482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT8AABvTdtSe-AkpCOpAaBv7dUNAXYQBtNTbliCHlWvbozWOzTK3-Ct3rMmf2A4onjfYdzWDzRoS_TZ2a9zXVO-FOc6K6UlGtgDzD2_gBdVktqKcLp7WZDXq4Zc01aKvTtQC_IpaZXw/s320/STP63802.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-1339172242997220522009-12-10T06:54:00.000-08:002009-12-24T06:50:13.959-08:00It's Beginning to look a lot like ChristmasNote: This is an old one that was never published. sorry...<br /><br /><div>Well, for several weeks I have listened to my son tell everyone how much he loves their Christmas Tree. It's always said in a way that I can tell that he really LOVES their Christmas Tree. He will be one of those grownups that looks forward to the Christmas so he can decorate. I can see a bit of Clark Griswold in him... </div><div></div><br /><div>Jason got the Christmas decorations out of the shed and last night I put the tree up. Jason is going to finish it off with icicles. (which HE will take off the tree at the end of the season). Jake looked at me afterward and said "I LOVE our tree". </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413692043606499154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG40xLduMANmd__REz7_wqbHOOqCQ4oWD0fJ8ZA4ABVxEbOTxN4fe5kn0htnHywvjj80MgLWZf-N3OPJU6tUAQljNv_b8a1sdoLKBNiW62lPcBoL2y0l-vLm4XedqgcO8ZgwcUylEeug/s320/STP63775.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>If it was just the two of us we probably wouldn't decorate this year. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413693273087156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAYAChYNTLImNNTk7zklNLq3THoFAcVSk6EiqT097yn1x0uv40j7dnachIw7fjFt1Ev2eJIN6l3lKJ9YI5y8633d83wgO0YhYhfGBtZSdSDYjozRcmiPfaIm4OS8YblBAZDa5QYM0Zw/s320/STP63737.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>I'm feeling very pregnant today. No wonder, because I'm HUGE!!!! I'm not as "big" as I was with Jake, but I'm definately not tiny. Everyone at work gasps everytime they see me and makes comments about when I'm going to POP. It doesn't hurt my feelings, it just gets old after a while... </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I have less than 18 days left until this baby makes an entrance. I am scheduled to be induced on the 28th, but I highly doubt that my body will hold out that long. I've had two small contractions today. Nothing regular, though.</div><br /><div></div><div>Complaints: It is sooooooo hot in my office. While everyone else around me is in blankets and coats, I'm chewing on ice to cool down... The baby's current living quarters are apparently getting a little cramped and so I don't feel as much movement as I used to. I kinda miss it. If this was my pregnancy with Jake I'd only have 6 days left..... </div><br /><div></div><div>Excited about: one week from today is the start of 8 weeks of maternity leave. I'm so ready. I'm hoping to use those few days off work before the baby comes to get things done around the house to get prepared.</div><br /><div></div><div>House on Oklahoma: We are 99% done. We are waiting on the weather to be kind, so the nursery can cut the sod for us to install and we still need a tiny bit of touch up painting done, and cleaning.. Then it can go on the market. But we'll probably put the signs out before the yard is in. </div><br /><div></div><div>Jacob turns 3 on the 19th. I want him to have a great birthday party. I have it all planned and if I am not able to be there then I still want the show to go on. It is all about HIM after all. NOT ME!!! This is <u>his</u> last hoorah before he has to start sharing Mom and Dad. I want him to enjoy it. </div><br /><div></div><div>OK, random thought session is over. I will try to peruse my camera to remind me of more exciting things to share....</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-63618465518798357332009-11-23T06:54:00.000-08:002009-11-23T06:59:32.263-08:00Conversation with an almost 3 year old<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKNSfaXxp1kDh1Yvzs0R8Gu966K3QloxGAUGLtdawLCsWtEcnJ2XaHm5bAWsMnuy9GttcMjaUkwmcMA4afAvKvITZIVraLdm2R2lDFVJ6yTrzYGc2MhdSFcUvemsASxdHo8yRhS5B5g/s1600/word+to+your+mother.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407313643960309154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKNSfaXxp1kDh1Yvzs0R8Gu966K3QloxGAUGLtdawLCsWtEcnJ2XaHm5bAWsMnuy9GttcMjaUkwmcMA4afAvKvITZIVraLdm2R2lDFVJ6yTrzYGc2MhdSFcUvemsASxdHo8yRhS5B5g/s320/word+to+your+mother.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Last night as we were coming home from my Mom's house for dinner I was talking with a friend of mine on the phone. Jacob made a comment about the moon and my friend told me to ask Jacob if the man on the moon was sad. This is the conversation...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mom: Jake, is the Man on the Moon sad?</div><br /><div>Jake: Yeah, he's sad.</div><br /><div>Mom: Is he sad because he is out of cheese?</div><br /><div>Jake: Yeah, he needs more cheese.</div><br /><div>Mom: How does he get more cheese?</div><br /><div>Jake: He just says "Trick or cheese". </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-32112739107005734812009-10-26T03:06:00.000-07:002009-10-26T04:01:54.836-07:00What's a mother to do?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzpLOrQ6GNd808Q03oa0zm-H34yLPC-6Ke09ZJ_2xsBTGY_bme4ICv8lplgwWFzWLuL4FyLMiCn-H9kHqrm5hXy_xSbBxTiy0v8CScmepfkwmuxrmMyoeZI69S4uuTPsOOHwNbwpUzw/s1600-h/microphone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396860156051960866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzpLOrQ6GNd808Q03oa0zm-H34yLPC-6Ke09ZJ_2xsBTGY_bme4ICv8lplgwWFzWLuL4FyLMiCn-H9kHqrm5hXy_xSbBxTiy0v8CScmepfkwmuxrmMyoeZI69S4uuTPsOOHwNbwpUzw/s320/microphone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last month: Our ward had a Hillbilly Hoedown complete with a "No Talent" Show... Complete with armpit noises. While Brother Vance was doing his performance Jacob declared to me that he wanted to go on the stage and "talk". Trying to discourage him (because we hadn't signed up) I said "well, what would you do up there?" He said, "Sing". So I asked him what he would sing. "Lollipop". So my mother said to go let him sing. I went and talked to the coordinator and she was fine with the last minute entry. As soon as I returned to my seat she called us up. After I received my award for best Hillbilly costume she told me that Jake was up next. I thought that I would have to gently start his song for him, to get him singing. We went right out on the stage, and I handed him the mic. He instantly belted out his "lollipop" song complete with the finger pop and "ba domp bomp bomp" at the end. Everyone loved it. I was so proud. That's where it started....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last Week: was the Heart of Texas Fair and Rodeo. I try to go every year. It's no fun for me this year because I'm pregnant and don't get to ride the rides... but since I have an excuse to scarf down all the fair food I go anyway. I offered to take my sister's kids. 3 of them accepted the invitation. Bek wanted to do the "Hypnosis" show. She didn't really get hypnotized as it is very difficult to completely relax at the fair and (according to her) her biking injuries and the cold weather caused her hands to shake, so she couldn't relax her body. Anyway... while she was on the stage, Jacob declared that he wanted to go on stage. I told him he couldn't and he had a meltdown right there. I should have known.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yesterday: was the Primary Program at church. Jacob is in nursery, and their only part was to sing "Happy Family" at the very beginning of the program. I started practicing with Jacob a couple weeks ago so he would be prepared. All last week we discussed how he was going to go on the "stage" and sing Happy Family. He spent Friday night with Jason's Mom (Nana) and he told her that he was going to go on the stage and sing. When asked what he was going to sing he would reply "Lollipop". All week long he told everyone that he was going to sing "Lollipop". I would correct him and tell him he was going to sing the "I love Mommy" song. Well..... Because I teach in Primary I sit in the stands with the kids. Jason had Jake for Sacrament meeting and I told him when he would send Jake up for his song. (all of this preparation is because I know several children who are scared to death to go sing on the stand during Sacrament Meeting, and I didn't want Jake to be scared). The program begins and I nod to Jason, so he releases Jacob and sends him to the stand. By the time he gets up there his side of the stand is already lined with other children, so my friend Taylor asks Jake if he wants to stand on the stepstool that is there for the children to stand on to talk in the mic. Of course he accepted her generous offer. Then he slides down in front of the mic. He reaches for the mic, but can't quite reach it. GOOD, right? Well a member of our loving Bishopric sees Jacob's desire to make sure he can be heard and reaches over and lowers the mic to Jacob. and then it happened. I saw what was happening. (everything turns to slow motion here for me) I told Taylor that it wasn't a good idea to let Jake have the mi------- and I hear the "Lollipop" song start. People were swift to act and he didn't get to finish, but EVERYONE, children and the congregation, was laughing. Jason said I turned beet red, and I felt it. It was instantly 20 degrees hotter in the chapel and I looked at Jason and his reaction was "Oh Well"... The show went on, and they sang their song. Jake looked around most of the time, but managed to get half of the last verse out. It was a "proud" day for us...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, what is a mother to do? He obviously craves the spotlight. I've mentioned it before that I know he will be the class clown in school and we will have to curb some of his desire to make everyone laugh. I want him to be comfortable on stage, talking and singing to everyone. I don't want him to have a fear of public speaking. He's almost 3. The only things I can sign him up for is gymnastics and art. They don't have acting classes for 3 year olds around here. How can I foster this talent? I want him to develop as a creative person, but if I have to wait until he is older then he may lose this desire. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I guess this is where as a mother I step up. My friend mentioned to me that her son, who was 3 at the time, asked questions about what people were doing during a Testimony meeting one Sunday. She explained it to him and he wanted to go up on the stage and do it, so he did. I guess the only way for me to be the example to Jacob right now is to start bearing my testimony more during the 1st Sunday meetings. I certainly don't want him to grab the mic and start singing "Lollipop" during Testimony time, but it is the only way I can think of to keep him comfortable in front of a crowd. (I do not share his love for the spotlight) My hope is that he will be able to share his own testimony up there on his own one day. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I need to set the example. In his baby blessing it said basically that I am to be his example and I am responsible for raising him in a Christ-like home and he will become a powerful witness of Christ. It is a huge responsibility. Who knows what the future holds for him, and if I don't do what I've been told to do, I could be responsible for huge missed opportunities for not only him, but others who are seeking Christ. </div><div> </div><div>Next Sunday is Fast and Testimony Sunday. I will pray all week for the courage I need to be as brave as my son and to go share what is in my heart. I just hope the "Lollipop" song doesn't come out of my mouth during my testimony.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-14587166981824521432009-08-25T07:12:00.000-07:002009-08-25T09:17:46.122-07:00Health ScreeningWhat a bad time to be pregnant.... My work has decided that since we are a fitness company we need to walk the walk and set the example. Up until July they paid 100% of our health insurance premiums. Starting July 1st we had to contribute $59 a month for insurance. Now they are doing health screenings to see what we will have to pay starting January 1st. If you do not participate in the screening, our contribution jumps to $149 per month. If we participate in the screening and depending on our screening results we will pay between $39 and $89 a month. We will have another screening in 4 months to see if we have made improvements. After the second screening we will know how much our premium will be.<br /><br />So... how does this work for me? I have no idea... I am due a couple weeks after the second screening. I've asked my boss how this will affect me and apparently they are going to have a special meeting to discuss "special cases"... ie.. the pregnant people at work... Until then... my scores are as follows: REMEMBER.. I'm pregnant...<br /><br />Blood Pressure: 113 over 69 GOOD<br />Glucose: 76 GOOD<br />Cholesterol: 211 BORDERLINE HIGH<br />HDL 56 BETTER (should be higher than 59)<br />Trig 182 BORDERLINE HIGH<br />LDL 119 NEAR OPTIMAL<br />TC/HDL 3.8 OPTIMAL<br />WEIGHT: 149.4 (I weighed 150.2 when I found out I was pregnant)<br />BODY FAT: 42% (If I weren't pregnant it should be less than 33%) Right now I am Very High<br />BMI: 28.5 (Overweight) I need to get it back below 25 after the baby comes...<br />Waist Circumference: 37.5 inches... In December they'll need a second tape measure.. lol<br /><br />They told me that I am at .07% risk for Heart Disease within the next 10 years. <br /><br />I guess everyone had OK readings... I didn't hear sirens from any ambulances outside....<br /><br />Anyway.. I hope they come up with a reasonable plan for the 2 women that are pregnant here. I just want it to be fair.<br /><br />Any suggestions?The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-51149648797242006072009-08-14T06:39:00.000-07:002009-08-14T07:27:34.533-07:00Happy Half-Birthday, BABY<div>This is what Pregnancy Weekly had to say today!<br />Welcome, Tonya<br />20/40 weeksThis is day number 140 and you're 20 weeks pregnant!You have 140 days or 20 weeks left, and are 50.0% of the way there.Baby's age since conception is 126 days or 18 weeks. You are due on <a href="http://www.parentingweekly.com/myaccount/mypregnancy.asp?action=edit">1/1/2010</a>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Your baby is now about 5.6 to 6.4 inches and weighs approximately 9 ounces. Your baby is now big enough that you may be able to tell when he or she is awake or asleep based on the level of activity. You can also see a lot of movement in the ultrasound image. Looking at ultrasound images of other babies can help you figure out what you're looking at when you see your baby's image.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is what I look like today! </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816632943262450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8aSEhuXzkyI-wSpZ9x9-SdC91Q-PJEgzw68rFBaWsQ4J518nKfZZbDZ98NOG-YOgaDZCVe1Ols0C3n8yu0h5YutmbP8zngncgyUoI7ZS4gEBEZhspswCfdtps-DOIt-jGZeoy0LL9g/s320/STP63512.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>We have our BIG ultrasound today. In true Jason-fashion he doesn't want to know the gender and doesn't want anyone else to know, either. We're still working hard to change his mind. I'm too much of a planner. I want things in place for my girl or my boy. I don't want to spend my 6 weeks maternity leave shopping for clothes and making all the cute little things (if it is a girl). If it is a boy we're all set. I'll just buy more bugs, trucks and tractors for the second baby... lol</div><div> </div><div>I'm starting to feel more movement. This baby is still pretty calm and quiet. Jacob was definately more active at this point, and I'm not sure if this is a good sign or a bad one. This could just be the calm before the storm.. I'm still pretty nervous and scared. I was truly spoiled with Jacob. He was so easy and wonderful, I am hoping that this one follows suit, but every child is different. Who knows.. This one could come out with Fire Engine red hair and a temper to match. If that happens we know that he/she gets it from their father. :o)</div><div> </div><div>Jacob is doing well. We're still working on the potty training. He knows that he is supposed to go in the toilet, but never tells anyone unless it's #2, and even by that time it's a little late... His favorite book right now is one that talks all about potty training. He wants to read it several times a night. I wish it were a magical book that would automatically potty train any reader... oh well. Onward and hopefully upward.</div><div> </div><div>We've told Jacob that there is a baby in Mommy's belly and he can recite that to you if asked... "Where's the baby?"... His response... (most of the time) "In Mommy's belly". Sometimes he says that it is in HIS belly. I'd let him carry the baby for me if he really wanted to... He understands when I am not feeling well and I tell him my belly hurts, he'll sometimes kiss my belly and tell it not to hurt me. He's so sweet.</div><div> </div><div>Jason is working hard. He's started a new phase in the Security Company. They are now installing alarm systems. He is also trying to get another monitoring service up and running. It is geared toward the elderly or challenged. It will be a monitoring system where if they fall or need help in any way, they can push a button and call for help. Kinda like the "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up" system. If you know anyone who could benefit from this, send them our way. </div><div> </div><div>The house is coming along beautifully. Yesterday we got together with the guy who will be refinishing our countertops. We have formica countertops, but when they are finished they will look like stone. They're even adding a rounded edge to them to make them look even more authentic. I'll take before and after pictures. We'll be spending the night there tonight so I'll be sure to get the pictures done... lol. We are getting so close to the end. I can't wait. I'm hoping to get TONS done tomorrow because the next Saturday I'll be in Austin with the girls to watch Wicked.. I'm so excited. </div><div> </div><div>Well, that's about it for now. I'm not sure of anything else that needs reporting. Oh, one more thing.... What do you think of the name Abbey Dawn for a little girl? </div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-32435942957487968332009-08-10T13:59:00.000-07:002009-08-10T14:38:47.306-07:00So KindJust something that I want to write down before I forget. Jacob is very concerned about me being happy. Because we are trying to get the flip house done (new pics to come soon. I promise.) My Mom has lovingly taken him on Saturdays so we can get tons of stuff done. When she showed up the first time to get him I pretended that I was so sad that he was going to be gone with Grandma... He came to me and told me to "Don't be sad, be a big boy". The next Saturday my Mom showed up again to get him and he automatically looked at me and told me to "Be a big boy, don't cry".. I didn't even have to get out my crocodile tears.. So this morning, I'm driving to school to drop him off and he asks "Mommy, what's wrong"? I didn't realize I was giving off sad vibes considering I wasn't sad... so I responded "Nothing is wrong, honey". So then he said, "Mommy, be happy". He is so concerned about my emotional well being... I guess I need to smile more when I'm driving...... especially on a Monday....The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-91583112096306958102009-07-28T13:40:00.000-07:002009-07-28T14:25:40.681-07:00Wow..<div>Where did the last month go???? Wow.. Well they are working me very hard at work... I worked 55 1/2 hours last week.. I'll enjoy this Friday's paycheck.. yee haw. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the baby front I am 17 weeks along. I am definately out of my normal clothes, but luckily not very far out of them.. :o) I go to the Dr. on Thursday for a checkup and to schedule my "BIG" ultrasound... So prior to my appointment news I thought I would give you my stats. I have LOST 3 pounds... can you believe it. I don't have much of an appetite. Apparently this child is watching its figure... who knows. I'm sure that will change in the next few weeks. I am not feeling movement regularly. I have felt a few flutters, but nothing consistent or strong. I have felt the baby roll to the front of my belly and push. At least I get a reminder that I am pregnant every now and then since I am having zero other symptoms... The morning sickness has been gone for about 2 months.. Thank goodness. I get complimented on how beautiful my skin looks. If you follow the old wive's tales this would be an indication that I am having a boy. They say if you are having a girl you will know because she will steal your beauty while you are pregnant. So I must be having a boy, right? I have only had one dream that showed the gender and it was actually a girl, which falls in line with everyone else in the world's premonitions about this baby's gender. I want a girl. I think a Daddy needs a Daddy's Girl. It makes them a much more sensitive man. :o) Jason could use more sensitivity.. lol I am happy no matter what the gender is. We refer to the baby as "she" because Jason is convinced he can't be lucky enough to escape having to raise a "girl" {insert shudder here}... Maybe you fathers of daughters out there can give him some advice.. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jake is trying to potty train.. My sister potty-trained using M&M's and I remember one time she expressed to me that she wishes she hadn't used candy as a motivator, so I found some really cheap stickers and was going to use them to coerce Jake to go potty, but his school uses Skittles and he gets so excited about the Skittle... I guess there is something to candy.. Much better than a stinkin sticker.. Yesterday he went ALL DAY without wetting his diaper and he used the toilet all day, so they gave him a starburst. That's all he talked about. So he told me this morning that he wanted another Starburst, so his goal was to earn another Starburst at school. I'm all for getting him out of diapers since I've already spent $30 on training underwear for him... I may have to hit up my Mars friends for skittles and starburst.... ;o) Desperate times call for desperate favors.. I'm willing to donate some of my 18,000 stickers to the children of their choice.. lol</div><div> </div><div>We went to the waterpark last Friday and I'm happy to announce that Jake is starting to resemble the child that proves that he could be mine... He enjoyed it a lot more this year than in the past. I bought him a swimsuit that has the built in floatation pads. He was leary about putting it on at first, but then we tried to get him excited about wearing it by play-hitting it to show that it doesn't hurt and he thought it was funny. He didn't have any problems wearing it after that. He wanted us to hit him more.. lol such a boy... </div><br /><div></div><div>I have been subbing in the Primary for some friends who are out of town for the summer. The poor primary children have had to endure a very inept Music and Singing time leader for the past month... I'm surprised that they are learning anything.... I don't read music or sight read very well. I'm also at a disadvantage because I didn't go through the primary program myself, so I don't know the songs or actions. I had a "Snowman" disaster last Sunday. Not fun... at least it was in front of the Junior primary who will forget about it. right?</div><div> </div><div>The house is coming along. We had to take about 3 weeks off from working on it because the A/C went out in there and 100+ degree weather does not make for fun home renovations. I could only work for a couple hours before the heat would make me nauseas, so we've been spending the night there for the past couple weekends to work hard on it now that the A/C is fixed. The painting is almost done. We have replaced a few light fixtures and next is the countertops and a few things on the outside... then carpet and landscaping and up for sale... I'm happy with how things are looking so far.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's the last month in a nutshell. I've included a picture of my growing belly for you all to laugh at. I am going to dig out some pictures from when I was pregnant with Jake because I'm sure I was well on my way to being big as a house by this point last time. If I find a picture from this timeframe I'll post the comparison... until then.... </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363621945848895938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL4l7LE9to8NMD3SizzY4FWski4wOIpppAkO-uelCZi7rUcVWt6f8skfMOGr0W00_INAVbqwYhwYT-VXU1cWJKmxI_GTD-O57VTBQAbYfp9nELDmr68_9HCrNDr8JtmgWjIhB1MTJfg/s320/STP63510.JPG" border="0" /></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-5361396696635278602009-06-22T06:55:00.000-07:002009-06-22T07:48:08.567-07:00Say Hello To My Little Friend...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AQbKn_x90C9YcENI7jlOGXEWlPul7IvVbuuG7P45ELajzjyTMLW1amWVqOwOPl0dh1acFJIobUntyDsDgDNLUwt7EvVUfoeUOAJw_LiYVinxFWQumhyDddDNfSS-V2VjU5kz688Hdg/s1600-h/ultrasound+May+21+2009.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div>I'd like to introduce you all to our little friend... </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350151271466360578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxdJn_CNAaWHddq44T9Ko16mriFXjUe06rDIBib8CE-UZ2YUhtfU2zU1uikqvZdQ7ouuBjxji5b6jTcToralAZd_R5wET4kkSYvwhlLdvNjr5gr5UT6oXQKBqxjTpcIhc0U6DIcKqGg/s320/ultrasound+May+21+2009.bmp" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>That's right... I'm pregnant. 12 weeks along which makes me due on New Year's Day. We are excited and looking forward to the new addition and new challenges. </p><p>We don't have a preference of gender one way over another. Our wallet wants another boy. Jason wants another son (mainly because I think he's scared of girls) I want either. I've always wanted one of each, but I'm scared of girls... Jacob wants a sister. We've asked him several times and he always says the same thing. The dogs just want us to move out and leave them be. </p><p>I personally think I'm having a girl, and several other people have professed the same thought, but only time will tell. I'm over the morning sickness part and actually there are times when I forget that I'm pregnant.</p><p>Jason is insisting that this one be a surprise, but of course I want to know so I can shop and plan. </p><p>I'll keep you all informed. Or at least try to...</p>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-1755605401709541902009-06-22T06:10:00.000-07:002009-06-22T06:54:22.709-07:00I guess everyone needs a vacation now and then...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVX2W4EFo0qv1OCD1V0EJm3w0_6tZLKRG3m3qx6ztPcOjat4zwbob4_EGkdor8Z4MpAgmwJzyD8OOCOLQJxIcll464z7qqjWOQkEkXvLDH3l3xnxMimmPURTri3-31Pr5Xi0GPaMaaA/s1600-h/STP63019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350149635338791522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVX2W4EFo0qv1OCD1V0EJm3w0_6tZLKRG3m3qx6ztPcOjat4zwbob4_EGkdor8Z4MpAgmwJzyD8OOCOLQJxIcll464z7qqjWOQkEkXvLDH3l3xnxMimmPURTri3-31Pr5Xi0GPaMaaA/s320/STP63019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last night while Jacob was saying the night time prayer I heard the following:</div><div></div><br /><div>"Please bless Jacob that he doesn't have to go to school. Bless Jacob that he can go to Emma's house. Bless Jacob that he can go to Papa's house. Go to Grandma's house. Go to..."</div><div></div><br /><div>At this point I interjected because his list of vacation spots can be lengthy. I steered him more toward others' needs. I had him pray for his great grandmother who is very ill.<br /></div><div>I found it very hard not to chuckle at his prayer as he normally loves school and has a great time there. He is often the center of attention since he puts on shows for everyone to see. He is their entertainer. I have shown up many times to see the entire class sitting down watching Jake who is doing his one man comedy show... I just hide and watch as long as I can until my presence is known.</div><div></div><br /><div>I'm grateful for Jacob and the wonderful, sweet, innocent spirit he brings into our home. I refer to him as our family conscience. He's always telling us to behave and to be nice. I guess we still have a long way to go.... Maybe our parents shouldn't have turned us loose so quickly.. Or just maybe we need to take a vacation... I'm all for that one.</div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-72919032616397222182009-06-15T11:23:00.003-07:002009-06-15T11:46:20.580-07:00Last Thursday was my birthday. The girls at work went above and beyond to make sure I had a good day. First they decorated my cubicle...<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuANHczSbi1mQAIvrupgScLTmIVo3qjQn8tJkWjn3ZwYdJHrL-2ZCX-AgBaziEiaRzz9PtXTd428_9SxRdDDmqwYo_8Gatnu-sfZ0rZJVhUsQDmtKgFWHzMEsNnZEcFC7HkzpnGFPNg/s1600-h/STP63349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347622548465630786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuANHczSbi1mQAIvrupgScLTmIVo3qjQn8tJkWjn3ZwYdJHrL-2ZCX-AgBaziEiaRzz9PtXTd428_9SxRdDDmqwYo_8Gatnu-sfZ0rZJVhUsQDmtKgFWHzMEsNnZEcFC7HkzpnGFPNg/s320/STP63349.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiX5voT9JUxwpPIVGdwJaUNpGgSa38EbVm_YKEjF4F5gFxHty4aIkdasRfm_KZMIvtwnIvzxp_IAKmh1ao5h-hUID9WPm5K-tl_ot5B4G4DUtP2R-LwzhS1-BXZ0rB2lwbado0lh3mA/s1600-h/STP63348.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347622413116824722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiX5voT9JUxwpPIVGdwJaUNpGgSa38EbVm_YKEjF4F5gFxHty4aIkdasRfm_KZMIvtwnIvzxp_IAKmh1ao5h-hUID9WPm5K-tl_ot5B4G4DUtP2R-LwzhS1-BXZ0rB2lwbado0lh3mA/s320/STP63348.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3iU0NHr7pCdfK1Q0uC2iIfr4xqKo9-kc9UY4cNlsvziPPtPqBSXOxjUkA5dzCfne0b8zD_4lbv1_w6DhYGta1wmhNvWrDIaUFnNaE6a4rKGNaD0P5z-8-NT4Y5SnHl0fs2eEuYpmPg/s1600-h/STP63347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347622254181956482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3iU0NHr7pCdfK1Q0uC2iIfr4xqKo9-kc9UY4cNlsvziPPtPqBSXOxjUkA5dzCfne0b8zD_4lbv1_w6DhYGta1wmhNvWrDIaUFnNaE6a4rKGNaD0P5z-8-NT4Y5SnHl0fs2eEuYpmPg/s320/STP63347.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpun3vLcP4q9OWYWrrJTu_LGQUMQGrRY7x5fFqVnGCrG7625Z_xzTTE4X0yPQ0t2GH9Z2It7bj5y5u1mEqFgYr5BQO4XHTSeM4p2qOavwrEiSYMBLMwPToek3Wy9DsfdxGi3QcakDtJQ/s1600-h/STP63345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347622111051154882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpun3vLcP4q9OWYWrrJTu_LGQUMQGrRY7x5fFqVnGCrG7625Z_xzTTE4X0yPQ0t2GH9Z2It7bj5y5u1mEqFgYr5BQO4XHTSeM4p2qOavwrEiSYMBLMwPToek3Wy9DsfdxGi3QcakDtJQ/s320/STP63345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs28-8KrBr1NLi4A7Bs6rtU2WPykLIIWypyPEPCMtZv27OPZ58iL8ByqDbqbBS_hKYpspaM3Bw_cn5H_TCS4KGZDXlBVQkFP4mSpRbF4idWrjin6sB2N7meSbPwe_bKLpvHlG-tJ4PA/s1600-h/STP63344.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621962524848034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs28-8KrBr1NLi4A7Bs6rtU2WPykLIIWypyPEPCMtZv27OPZ58iL8ByqDbqbBS_hKYpspaM3Bw_cn5H_TCS4KGZDXlBVQkFP4mSpRbF4idWrjin6sB2N7meSbPwe_bKLpvHlG-tJ4PA/s320/STP63344.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>Then they surprised me by organizing a departmental lunch... Hot Dogs with chili, sauerkraut, relish and all the other fixins... plus chips and Chocolate chip cookies, low fat chocolate pie, low fat key lime pie and full fat red velvet cake. It was really nice. I have the super easy recipe for the pies if anyone is interested, too.... </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DzMuIR7ipXoohx7sMYFfPgPUjXBQcIvSx4Ah-XqDzygMFytXCD7gh0zUMIEZFlVFKSuEmClgLzLAacRKqjF1MpKRyVs_ReLVM2L1TIMExgCSo7H-MClf_IbFgt8tJLiiQdY6dBXaqA/s1600-h/STP63367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626608923748962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DzMuIR7ipXoohx7sMYFfPgPUjXBQcIvSx4Ah-XqDzygMFytXCD7gh0zUMIEZFlVFKSuEmClgLzLAacRKqjF1MpKRyVs_ReLVM2L1TIMExgCSo7H-MClf_IbFgt8tJLiiQdY6dBXaqA/s320/STP63367.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN365A9uX3hSkQdMenFjKkgHO7v8V_8A67L_DmrsijQUjntqgQdGQPV_h8o3XIoq9x0Gac6jo90RtqgmFEykpp99fieQpFZo3b9MR9w-0SqDIat8v9E54ATH3QubjobvEwIq1OVosBGg/s1600-h/STP63357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626029979073346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN365A9uX3hSkQdMenFjKkgHO7v8V_8A67L_DmrsijQUjntqgQdGQPV_h8o3XIoq9x0Gac6jo90RtqgmFEykpp99fieQpFZo3b9MR9w-0SqDIat8v9E54ATH3QubjobvEwIq1OVosBGg/s320/STP63357.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWLQfrRMJpvHmH-YpI1e9crkGMHzHi15Sjhi38ssJYwtekpjRj9YpcUm8LyY9AL9uATsZcbxXG7Z-9tGIuUTe7DLlsk5mUZR9xQtKAg2483n5UXRZhL9JcSGXEAojhC_fEmf3S6T8Vg/s1600-h/STP63362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626333616340930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWLQfrRMJpvHmH-YpI1e9crkGMHzHi15Sjhi38ssJYwtekpjRj9YpcUm8LyY9AL9uATsZcbxXG7Z-9tGIuUTe7DLlsk5mUZR9xQtKAg2483n5UXRZhL9JcSGXEAojhC_fEmf3S6T8Vg/s320/STP63362.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_i-bOBC4ND96Gm0oFs4VGgJOE2NAqjl6qYNDTaez6e3NpArgj4EtDfqanemkrHci2m9gKt8H1loUKVflEU4V_eWLCalCPRkrHAi4eiEnIIse2QlV9s7eZz7Knv0Co44tdryUukFl5OQ/s1600-h/STP63363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626470358478098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_i-bOBC4ND96Gm0oFs4VGgJOE2NAqjl6qYNDTaez6e3NpArgj4EtDfqanemkrHci2m9gKt8H1loUKVflEU4V_eWLCalCPRkrHAi4eiEnIIse2QlV9s7eZz7Knv0Co44tdryUukFl5OQ/s320/STP63363.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>It was a great day. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165734480792160204.post-69700109403314206362009-06-10T14:12:00.000-07:002009-06-10T14:46:13.837-07:00Cousins Make all the differenceThere are times when I wonder if Jake is really my son. I'm a very adventurous person. I LOVE amusement parks and carnival rides. I have gone skydiving and bungee jumping. There are many more daredevil things I'd love to try if I ever get the chance. My father was in the Navy, so no matter where we lived you can be sure there was water close by and he made sure we were well aware of all the fun you can have in the water.<br /><br />Jacob.... not so much.... I thought I was being a great Mom when a couple years ago at the age of 8 months old I introduced Jacob to the wonderful world of the waterpark. Needless to say.. He hated it. I was destroyed. But I chalked it up to him being so young and the water was too cold and we'll get him a little older and try again...<br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhOIlSB0Hnbl75AZABx7soQRB6BL6C2TFnDYNtozbG4_SgT3Xhcm8pzmzfQdlIhmTiXRZ_dJVLwOJdIpVHpq73piOVaJHmisi-HLlcps7D39BA0JKY7wfwdktWcin6xNbtJ-Q-8ZelA/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345818196761571650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhOIlSB0Hnbl75AZABx7soQRB6BL6C2TFnDYNtozbG4_SgT3Xhcm8pzmzfQdlIhmTiXRZ_dJVLwOJdIpVHpq73piOVaJHmisi-HLlcps7D39BA0JKY7wfwdktWcin6xNbtJ-Q-8ZelA/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>One year later... I took him to Spray Park... I couldn't get him to play in the water. I told my Mom where we were and she and Bekah were down the road, so they stopped by. Viola!!!! Bekah + Spray Park = good time to Jacob. Who knew??? I thought for sure that he'd have a great time at the Water Park later that summer, but it took him a LONG time to find his happy place... and that was being with his Daddy and his cousins...<br /></div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>Memorial Day (this year) my sister and her husband set up the big inflatable waterslide my parents own and told their kids to have fun. Then they called me and told me to bring Jake... At first he didn't like it much... </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdgGeDOUnF6FiPRXId3tjQye2lfqLuOKZtrf2YwFoza3inoIP5bKptCirrx5_977HR42M5LS2jyi3XcQt8RphyH2lh9bXxEjaTZwIOlZVljDl1CGToFlf2F4J1pnzirkQCzsA8lWm1g/s1600-h/before.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345812573670879474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdgGeDOUnF6FiPRXId3tjQye2lfqLuOKZtrf2YwFoza3inoIP5bKptCirrx5_977HR42M5LS2jyi3XcQt8RphyH2lh9bXxEjaTZwIOlZVljDl1CGToFlf2F4J1pnzirkQCzsA8lWm1g/s320/before.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But after lunch and more time to get used to it all he started having a great time.</div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNCD2R-xPJWR5jIyZJcaX9T57a9NOEeTwro46QWEnt_wza0qNxPoT-feT3cToKfFXFZwWZvuVjKgzC6Tku4StyAcD5qk3o11uWCl3Xr718ZSrtdVKU1hTlGRBVoK1QH7M7rDFqhgKVw/s1600-h/STP63318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345815705476670482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNCD2R-xPJWR5jIyZJcaX9T57a9NOEeTwro46QWEnt_wza0qNxPoT-feT3cToKfFXFZwWZvuVjKgzC6Tku4StyAcD5qk3o11uWCl3Xr718ZSrtdVKU1hTlGRBVoK1QH7M7rDFqhgKVw/s320/STP63318.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO6tQWYAUJOs_J3J-xJPwFmjhpqslsZ6Lx6potNz_Pqh7uYIL5Nbrhsw5nv4CDWALktgKds8Fb259ZsA2lk7h0s374RxJoV5-rSsIqlGa5Y2YwSPNs1hIDaJkuxbVE90oezupeTN5MA/s1600-h/after.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345816026759620050" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO6tQWYAUJOs_J3J-xJPwFmjhpqslsZ6Lx6potNz_Pqh7uYIL5Nbrhsw5nv4CDWALktgKds8Fb259ZsA2lk7h0s374RxJoV5-rSsIqlGa5Y2YwSPNs1hIDaJkuxbVE90oezupeTN5MA/s320/after.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>Jacob loves his cousins. At least I know who to call at the Water Park this year... </div><br /><div></div><div>Here are some fun pictures from Memorial Day.. Enjoy.<br /></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1J9K3x1duV6Zs4j6tLzfTFQJG1VUd3vVG9D88KUAKJ8bblpIyqA7oN3Bp6r9fyCpd3MuqrcBZUyAFu3uxh6LUim6_qu0YKgfkF1fpPzHmh7xzfs5g31k3LDjxlN7CZK-M3fbbb5kBOQ/s1600-h/STP63316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345813576164701554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1J9K3x1duV6Zs4j6tLzfTFQJG1VUd3vVG9D88KUAKJ8bblpIyqA7oN3Bp6r9fyCpd3MuqrcBZUyAFu3uxh6LUim6_qu0YKgfkF1fpPzHmh7xzfs5g31k3LDjxlN7CZK-M3fbbb5kBOQ/s320/STP63316.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78ln_NONzsMzzvDZ3Hzuw9lRngLKK7adAn8Xq6QzOOmgS9ovWfX9fFBLtK_9gvNJcpSvPzMJjhupUv-3-mHeX_B_UIpoqKdslykvPmp61p2Ulok_qSQGPcaOkGaudfi4E2QH6axyZKA/s1600-h/STP63321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345814002016024578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78ln_NONzsMzzvDZ3Hzuw9lRngLKK7adAn8Xq6QzOOmgS9ovWfX9fFBLtK_9gvNJcpSvPzMJjhupUv-3-mHeX_B_UIpoqKdslykvPmp61p2Ulok_qSQGPcaOkGaudfi4E2QH6axyZKA/s320/STP63321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBSYLHwRLm53xRzm5A-39sVqLORxSGyOLKSt7dF3MR3_9z0wGsWrEgZWmDfhdewIACbhbVhojd6T9O5cpqRPEKR_VYsME8f4OMbkT7-yjKz8QJxYfaMFDSjyzuqu2J6cYXI74tYAWvw/s1600-h/STP63304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345814397325828802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBSYLHwRLm53xRzm5A-39sVqLORxSGyOLKSt7dF3MR3_9z0wGsWrEgZWmDfhdewIACbhbVhojd6T9O5cpqRPEKR_VYsME8f4OMbkT7-yjKz8QJxYfaMFDSjyzuqu2J6cYXI74tYAWvw/s320/STP63304.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLu0RuYTD75K55wt9fSwzZ68eI59uUIOyOzXSSf3Wn8bg_jn28zEPwxWhX7dtoaeFYe-6vN5o-KaSJgXsURlh6Idc67SC8r-payE_At8UqeV2VRFHiqAwlR-PEw4I1f9SlorERWgHwGA/s1600-h/STP63325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345814830877196258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLu0RuYTD75K55wt9fSwzZ68eI59uUIOyOzXSSf3Wn8bg_jn28zEPwxWhX7dtoaeFYe-6vN5o-KaSJgXsURlh6Idc67SC8r-payE_At8UqeV2VRFHiqAwlR-PEw4I1f9SlorERWgHwGA/s320/STP63325.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kuykendalls...http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860486999604648799noreply@blogger.com1