tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199041669174869162024-03-13T07:02:51.835-04:00Ryan, Katie, Joshua, Carter, Landon & ColeRyan Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543157310939255919noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-82346628580814554052017-01-01T18:32:00.000-05:002017-01-01T18:37:45.529-05:00Happy Birthday Landonator!Well.....it has been a while since I've posted. Seems like that's the first sentence in every journal entry I write, so if nothing else, at least I'm consistent!<br />
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Landon has just turned six. I get a bit nostalgic when I think that he'll never be five again. I want him to grow and mature and contribute to this world, but birthdays are a reminder that my children are young for only so long! And what a child he is!<br />
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We were planning on having a birthday party for him -on his real birthday!- this Friday. It was to be complete with nerf gun games, pizza, and karate chopping foam plates (a party favorite), but he woke up with a cough and sounded pretty hoarse. I debated on whether to cancel or not for just minute, but since I had been feeling a bit under the weather, I decided it would be best to postpone the party. Of course he was disappointed. Luckily, Ryan had the day off so he wasn't devastated, ha. We opened presents from the family, went out to lunch....I figured we weren't so sick that we couldn't go out, just sick enough to raise eyebrows of mom's dropping their kids off to our home....and went to see the movie Trolls, which I'm not a fan of by the way. It reminded me of the dream Dumbo had when he got drunk....the whole time. Anyway, the day wasn't all a bust, and since we plan on having the party on Monday, I think Landon was happy with how it played out.<br />
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Friday evening though, Landon woke up struggling to breathe. It's happened to both Josh and him before, so we knew more of what to do: hot shower and then outside in the cold. Ryan stayed with him on the couch the rest of the night, insisting he didn't need to go to the ER. Luckily, Landon survived the night and I took him to instacare in the morning. They gave him a steroid for croup and said he should be fine within the next 12 hours. It was pretty cute, he was so excited that he didn't get a shot that we called it a birthday miracle. Lucky things happen around birthdays, don't you know? He's still not feeling well, and today's Sunday, so we might be postponing his birthday again. I hope not, but it is what it is. This poor kid has gotten sick on his birthday before...I guess it comes with being born during the winter.<br />
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Here are some things I want to remember about Landon:<br />
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-He is super smart. He reads like it's nobody's business and loves school. <br />
-He is so social. I think one reason he doesn't get bored at school is because he loves people. He loves to play with his friends....it's been a bit hard for him to be separated from his Farr West friends and living away from the kids in Snowhorse Elementary (we are building our house in Kaysville -Snowhorse's boundaries- but are renting in Layton) because it means that I have to organize play dates for him instead of him being able to play with anyone at anytime.<br />
-He is very loving. Landon tells me he loves me and gives me the best hugs through out each day. He'll give me a little sideways look just full of love and happiness that makes my heart melt.<br />
-He is still a tough guy. He loves to wrestle and play rough. He loves to yank his brothers to the ground and can drive them crazy. He has another look that he gets when he's about to strike....if I see the look I know to hurry and step in.<br />
-He loves to dress up and fight with weapons. He got some cool nerf guns for Christmas and I think they have replaced his swords....he hasn't used his swords obsessively for a while now. He and his friends or brothers often will use bandanas or my thick headbands as masks and play some kind of war game.<br />
-He loves music and singing. We got him a karaoke machine for his birthday and he loves it, as do his brothers. He loves to have our electric piano play music, he loves to have my phone play music, and he loves to watch music videos (the approved-by-mom-and-dad kind).<br />
-Landon is very eager and quite well behaved in church and school. Because he's so active and rough with his brothers, I was a bit worried that he would be naughty in school and church. But he's very good. I'm sure the teachers have to remind him to behave every so often, but he listens. And he loves to participate.<br />
-Landon has a unique sense of style. It's quite endearing to me. He is so very particular about his clothing and what looks good. He's always tucking his shirt in, even when he's wearing basketball shorts....he has to roll up his pant legs at least once or twice or three times! He likes to wear socks with his sandals. He loves to wear Cole's small church vest. He doesn't like to wear his coat because it makes him "look fat". He loves his hair brushed flat to the side, like squished flat with his hands over and over. <br />
-Landon has such a good heart. This little boy of mine is full of energy and fire. He's active, coordinated, smart, and silly. He's a happy soul and so very good (unless he's hungry or tired!!). He is so attuned to spiritual things. I know he will do many good things in the world and I'm grateful to be given the honor of being his mom.<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-65978826783367509322015-08-21T09:18:00.000-04:002015-08-21T09:18:23.949-04:00Happy Birthday a Year Later!Cole turned two last week....so now seems like a great time to get started on blogging again. :)<br />
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Cole's birthday was pretty relaxed. The night before, on Friday, we went to the county fair. The boys loved it, minus the storm that flew in right as we were leaving. The rain and wind were so strong, and the dirt was pelting our faces. It was a long wait to get out of the parking lot, but we were just glad we weren't in the jeep that didn't have a top!!<br />
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The day of his birthday we opened his few presents, one of which was a helmet. The size was for toddlers up to age three. He was so excited to put it on. He tried really hard to, but his poor head is too big! He was crying and screaming trying to get it on and then get it off. I bought him a new one a week later, and it fits, but he's still a little wary of it. He doesn't like it on his head for long. <br />
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Then Ethan, a 14 year old boy from our ward, came over to babysit the boys while Ryan and I went tubing down the Weber river. I felt a bit guilty for going, but our friends invited us and I figure Cole doesn't really care right now. The tubing was fun....but too cold. It was probably in the 70s and the wind was blowing a bit, so on the quiet stretches of the river, it got really cold. I would like to go again if the temperature was in the 90s, but I don't think I'll go again if it's not hot!<br />
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Just last night, we had family over for dinner to celebrate Cole's birthday again. And we included Bree (our new sister-in-law) in the birthday celebrations, since her birthday is almost here. I made some lasagna and a texas sheet cake that I put in a toy dump truck (the bottom was covered in saran wrap). The others brought some salads, a fruit bowl, garlic bread, and another cake, so we had plenty of food to enjoy. Cole's sweet cousins gave him some gifts and it was a relaxed enjoyable time.<br />
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Cole is such a fun, sweet little boy. Here are some things I want to remember about him. <br />
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-He calls dogs "Ruff"s. He loves dogs, as long as they don't attack. :)<br />
-He loves turtles. Like Teenage mutant ninja turtles and the Tiny Tim turtle song.<br />
-Cole loves Mickey Mouse. I think his love started when I showed him his diapers that have Mickey on them and then he saw a Mickey Mouse show. He doesn't get to watch Mickey Mouse as much as he would like, because he has older brothers that hog the shows, but every once in a while we'll watch, "Mouse".<br />
-He is very easy going, unless you tell him no. He has now started throwing temper tantrums where he'll just scream and scream and try to hit you. It's so darn cute, but I try my best not to encourage the tantrums. But he's always been very chill and calm. If his brothers are around to play with him, he'll just go downstairs and play. When we are out and about, often he'll just be content in what we're doing. In fact, just until recently (now he's getting to be a bit more saucy) I would be thrown for a loop if he was ornery for a day. He was my rock, my calm baby, so when he wasn't, I didn't quite know how to take it! Usually I'd figure out he was teething or had an earache, because really, he wasn't a fusser.<br />
-He kind of likes to get other kids in trouble. He's really tough, but he won't "fight" for anything with other small kiddos. He'll let them take over and then he'll quiver his lip and cry, honestly, I think to help get them in trouble. When we had swimming lessons, if the other little boy was there (the one that would scream and be ornery a lot), Cole would sit at the top of the frog slide, instead of going down like normal, and just quietly watch the boy scream and holler at him, ha!<br />
-He loves to snack. All the time. If the pantry door is left open, he's in there grabbing something to eat, usually goldfish or fruit snacks. Just this last week, I walked into the kitchen/living room area, after having finished getting ready, to see Cole with stuffed cheeks, and two fistfuls of fruit snacks. I took them away while he threw a tantrum. Landon was kind and brought me all the fruit snack wrappers from the office....there were about seven empty wrappers!!<br />
-Cole is really starting to talk now. He knows so many words and cute little phrases. I love hearing him say his brothers' names, "Dosh, Darder, and Yandon". Sometimes he says, "Landon" and I'm pretty impressed. He loves to repeat words he hears, and he's very good at saying, "Tain-too" or "Tank You" if he's speaking well. :) He will say thank you right away when I ask, "What do you say?" and he'll often beat me to the punch and say thank you right when he walks up to you.<br />
-If he's in any kind of mood, teasing, or ornery, his favorite response is "No". Even for things he likes and/or wants.<br />
-He loves to tickle. He'll come up and say "tichkle tichkle tichkle" in this cute little voice while tickling your toes or neck. <br />
-Cole loves to bug Ryan. He'll come up and smack him to hear Ryan say, "Hey!" nice and loud. He likes to try and wake him up, sit on his head, anything to get Ryan's goat. <br />
-Cole absolutely loves to wrestle. Josh is so good with him and will let Cole pull him down, sit on him, and do whatever, minus biting. Cole did that to him today and Josh did not appreciate that! When I talked to Cole about it, it was so cute to see him so nervous. He quickly said sorry and was very "nice" after that. All the boys are really kind to Cole. He still gets to play the "baby" card, I guess, because although the boys ride each other pretty hard, they give Cole a pass.<br />
-Cole is a snuggler at bed time. And Ryan can get him to really snuggle in sacrament meeting if Ryan rubs him. I love to sing to him before bed and just have him lay on my shoulder or in my arms. When I sing to him, he'll say "more" after each song, so I've started telling him "last one" to prep him for the end. But he does love songs!<br />
-Cole loves to imitate. He'll repeat back phrases we say, and he'll dance the same moves if others are dancing, and he'll exercise like Mom if he sees me exercising. When Josh and Carter played baseball, he'd run over to where there team was standing, grab a huge helmet and put in on backwards, and steal a bat and try to go out and play. When I would cheer for the boys and yell, "Run, run, run!!!" Cole would be copying me saying, "Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh" as fast as he could.<br />
-One of my favorite things is when Cole passes some gas, he'll smile and say, "Toot". And he'll call out the rest of us too. Sometimes he'll say "Poop?" if he thinks you need to take that into the bathroom. :)<br />
-Cole loves his grandpas. He loves his grandmas, but Grandpa Farnsworth and Grandpa Allen are special to him. When we visit my parents in Cedar City, he's glued to my dad's side and loves to tease him. And up here in Farr West, we live around the corner and down from Ryan's parents, Cole will call out "Gampa!!" anytime we drive by their house.<br />
-Cole has the biggest blue eyes and chubby little cheeks and very blonde hair. He's just such a cute little stinker. I admit, I'll be a bit sad when his chubby cheeks go away. Hopefully they do someday, I'm sure chubby cheeks aren't as cute when your 17.<br />
-I treat Cole much differently than I did Josh. Poor Josh and poor Cole. I know I was a bit too strict with poor Josh, and I'm a bit too lax with Cole. Ryan often tells me, "And this is why the youngest kids are always so spoiled!!" because I never want to do something that Cole doesn't like, like take away his binky (dad's a dentist, so they are gone at age two at our house!), or tell him no more snacks, ha. With Ryan's encouragement :), I'm getting a bit better.<br />
-Speaking of binkies...Cole refuses to let his go. With Josh, we cut off the end of the binky, and he was done with it. Ryan cut off the end of Cole's and he was confused for a while and tried to fix it, but finally just gave up and kept sucking on it. So Ryan cut off more, and Cole kept sucking on it. Finally, Ryan cut off enough that Cole can barely hang onto it with his teeth, but Cole's doing his best to hang onto it, ha!<br />
-Cole loves tractors and dump trucks. And he loves digging in the dirt on the side of our house. <br />
-Cole has always been a climber. From the moment he could stand, he's been trying to get higher up. This has caused some injuries, like falling off the piano and slicing open his eye...or falling off the high chair...but he seems undeterred. He loves to grab the bar stool, scoot it over to the counter and climb up. Just like he likes to climb up on the computer desk and the fences, and rocks, and basically anything he can get a foot hold on.<br />
-And lastly, Cole loves to be the cream filling in our family "Oreo" hugs.<br />
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There's so much more to say, I guess that's what happens when you go a year with out posting. Regardless oh my lack of posts, there is no lack in my love and interest and excitement for this little boy. Cole, you are such a sweet blessing to our family. You truly are a peacemaker and a happy little boy. I love you so very much!!<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-83840817325520752592014-08-13T16:18:00.001-04:002014-08-13T16:18:38.047-04:00Cole's the Birthday Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Sweet Cole turned one the day after Ryan and I got back from Europe. And yes, I planned it that way. I felt guilty enough leaving the little guy for two weeks, I was not going to miss his birthday! The celebration was pretty low-key. Ryan and Josh went to Wal Mart to pick out a cake mix, and Josh chose the fantastic purple frosting. We had bought Cole a little push-popper thing before leaving for Europe, and it got played with the day of his birthday, so he had no present to open there....Grandpa Farnsworth had gotten him a couple gifts, though, and I have to say, I was a bit impressed and surprised. He got him blocks and a little toddler-safe sword and shield. Very fun and very age appropriate. Good job Dad!<br />
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Cole has been such a delight. He's very easy going. Sometimes I forget that and he'll give me a moment of orneriness to remind me how lucky I am to have such an easy-tempered 4th child. Here are some things I want to remember about my birthday boy:</div>
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-Cole loves to be outside. Loves it. When we go on walks, he's quiet and happy. But he has started throwing fits once we come inside and close the door. Sadly, we have a teeny, not-super-kid-friendly back yard, unlike my parents', so we're going to have to make an extra effort to get him some sun-time.</div>
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-Cole loves to wrestle and rough-house. He does really well being picked up, tossed around, bumped, and teased by his three older brothers. He's a tough little nugget and tends to frighten other babies a bit....heh. They aren't usually as interested in rough housing as he is.</div>
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-Cole laughs easily. He loves to be tickled, to play peekaboo, to be chased, and to have funny faces pulled at him. </div>
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-Cole is a really good eater. It didn't necessarily start out that way, but he's come to eat almost anything put in front of him. As long as he can pick it up and feed himself, he's good.</div>
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-We used to think Cole didn't like to read. He'd try and turn the pages or close the book anytime we'd read. But just a few days ago, instead of reading in order, I just let him turn to whatever page he fancied, and we ended up reading for quite a while. You'd think I'd have figured it out before now! So, I am happy to say Cole likes to read, as long as he can be in charge of what's read.</div>
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-Cole doesn't talk a whole lot yet. He says "Mama" and "Dada" and "Dall" (for ball) and "Da" (for dog) and maybe a few others, but that's about it! He signs dog and ball and more.<br />
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-Cole is a climber. He climbs the stairs, climbs on chairs and kid tables and basically anything he can step up onto. However, it hasn't carried over to him climbing out of the crib thank goodness! I'm hoping he's follows the trend of his brothers and doesn't learn that before age 2. :)<br />
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Cole, we love you so much! We are so happy that you're in our family. When you're daddy blessed you, he said that you'd be a peacemaker. That is so true. You bring such a calm, peaceful spirit into our home. Here's to many more birthdays!<br />
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We celebrated finishing up joy school by going to the zoo. Woo woo!</div>
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There's Preston, Carter, Aliyah, Landon, Joshua, and Chloe. Carter did so well this year! He no longer gets discouraged with imperfection (tough when you're a 4 yr old writer) and writes!! He's also starting to read, which is always exciting. Last year when we did joy school in Oklahoma, Landon was allowed to join in (because of awesome nice friends) but was really much too young. This year, he did so well! He loved art the most and I believe he knows all of his letters! </div>
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Josh and Aurelois on the last day of school. It's kind of funny, a lot of people ask me how I handle having four boys, but I tell ya--on the last day of school the boys are always happy and filled with joy (Josh's words), and there are always at least three girls crying. :)</div>
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Joshua got the Golden Ram award for being super amazing....I don't actually know the true requirements, so we'll leave it at that. Landon and Carter were there too, but they were probably running a muck somewhere nearby.</div>
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Josh with his awesome teacher, Ms. DePace. For being a young spring chicken, she was surprisingly old school in quite a few areas. It was quite nice. Near the end of the year, (when I started becoming capable of doing things outside of home and family) I started coming to volunteer every other Friday in Josh's class. Ms. DePace was so excited and told me that she had never had a parent volunteer during her 4.5 years as a teacher. Never! I couldn't believe it! </div>
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And this is what we're doing now, going to parks or going on hikes or going to karate (karate's two nights a week and I'm dying here, ha!). Our goal is to go on 20 hikes during the summer....which now feels like too lofty of a goal, since so far we've only done five. Ha. </div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-25224393222838656692014-05-06T01:29:00.002-04:002014-05-06T01:29:50.109-04:00A Few Pictures...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You are 5 1/2 months old. We still don't have a little blog spot for you, so this will have to do. You are such a joy. When you were born, I felt your peaceful spirit right away. You have always had that peace with you. In fact, when you were blessed by your dad, you were told that you would be a peacemaker. <br />
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During the first few months of your life, you slept all of the time! That changed around three months. Now you take two long naps--one in the morning and one in the afternoon. You don't sleep through the night yet. Usually you wake up once or twice, but every once in a while (like last night) you put me through a doosy where you decide that sleep is at optional. :) <br />
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Your eyes are so big and bright. Everywhere we go, someone comments on how big your eyes are. It's like you want to take everything in. Especially faces. You are more content to look at people than to play with toys or read books. You love to stare at people. You love people. You smile at everyone with a big open-mouthed grin that melts my heart. You are quick to laugh. You laugh when you're tickled, you laugh when Josh does his funny dances for you, and you laugh when people look like they're going to "get you". Even when you're crying, I can get you to laugh if I tease you. Big belly laughs. They are so fun to listen to.<br />
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Talking about crying--you don't cry all that much, but when you do--I mean when you really get going--you sound like a little mountain lion. It's a mix between a screech, a yell, and a growl. <br />
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You like to cuddle. When you're being sweet--which is quite often--you lean your head into my face and stay there. And stay there. I'll give you a big squeeze and you giggle a little bit, like your simply happy to hug. You like to give big open-mouthed kisses that are very wet and slobbery. If you don't go in for the cuddle, you're going in for a kiss.<br />
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Let's see....you smiled at seven weeks, you rolled over from your front to your back a week before Christmas, and you rolled from your back to your front a week after Christmas. You started realizing that your hands are part of you about two weeks ago, and it's been just a few days that you've started to really reach for things and put them in your mouth. We got you a bumbo for Christmas (a little chair to help babies sit) but you only like to sit in it for a few minutes and then you start hunching over and whining to get out. You've started doing this cute little karate chop with your right arm--you can really get it going, and you love to shake your maraca. <br />
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You have really started to enjoy bath time, kicking and splashing up a storm. Sorry to say you're lucky to get bathed 2-3 times a week--I guess that's the story of the fourth child. :) I usually keep you in your pjs during the day. It's easier of course, and I figure it's the most warm and comfy way to go for the winter.<br />
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Cole, you just love your brothers. You think they are so funny, and they all adore you and are gentle with you. You have to put up with the boys wrestling next to you, them helping you punch them out, them running around you, and a mom that doesn't have as much time to focus just on you as she'd like. But you and I luck out when it's time for you to eat and sleep--the boys are pretty good at entertaining themselves now, so we get in a few good laughs and some great snuggle time. I love you so very much. You're so pleasant and easy going....but even if you weren't and even if you decide to turn into a little spit-fire--I will always love you. You are my Cole. <br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-41147346303880787392013-12-04T11:19:00.000-05:002013-12-04T11:19:27.363-05:00Fixer-UpperIt happened. We sold our house in Oklahoma. <br />
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What a project it was. I think when we bought the house we were a little naive about what it would take to totally renovate it. I'm glad that Katie went along with another of my crazy projects.<br />
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I can't believe all that we were able to learn during this process. What a blessing this house has been for us. I'm sad to see it go, and can only hope that someday we will have a house as nice as this one. <br />
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That being said, now it's time to show the fruits of our labors (and to be honest, brag a little bit about what we did).<br />
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Below are the before and after shots of the house. Enjoy.<br />
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<br />Ryan Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543157310939255919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-46321295465612017962013-10-06T23:21:00.004-04:002013-10-06T23:21:43.178-04:00Colorado SpringsWe made it to Colorado Springs in one piece. During our 14 hour car ride I wasn't quite sure it was going to happen. We did well the first 5 hours....but then Cole decided to rebel. He wouldn't nurse well and was fussy the rest of the way. We got stuck in major traffic at Vail, CO. The roads were super icy and we were stopped/inching along for about an hour along a 1/2 mile stretch. I will not admit to nursing a baby or changing an extremely poopy diaper of a certain toddler while stopped on the freeway... Finally pulling into the hotel parking lot was bittersweet. We were so glad to be there, but then we remembered we weren't actually inside with our luggage and in our beds! Anyway, the boys were pretty amazing--I think we've forced them into becoming pretty good little travelers--and I Ryan and I were still friends at the end of the road trip, so I call that a success!<br />
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We've been in our hotel now for a couple of days, and tomorrow we'll meet the movers at our new house. I really like our new place minus the fact that the owners left crumbs in their cupboards for us and forgot to clean their carpets and mop their floors and clean their oven....hah! There's a little park across the street and it seems to be quite the place to be. I'm excited for that, but I'm afraid that one of my kiddos is going to end up getting hit by a car after sneaking out of the house to go play. The back yard is fenced except for where the patio is, and the patio leads to the front porch...We have been working really hard on having the kids stop and look both ways before crossing the street. <br />
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The kids are doing so much better with their dad around. Josh has always been pretty much fine, but Carter really struggled with being sad or grumpy about nearly everything the past few weeks. Now he's much more pleasant and willing to do what he's asked! Landon has been much less aggressive as well. I'm sure part of that has to do with Carter being more pleasant and Ryan being around to help me prevent injuries. And Cole hasn't really changed much, he's still calm and content. (I guess if he's not riding in a car for 14 hrs). He is starting to coo though. I'm pretty sure that has to do with him getting older and not with daddy being home, although Ryan would beg to differ. :)<br />
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I'm excited and nervous to get settled. That means Ryan goes back to work and I'm on my own during the day. I'm sure we'll survive, I'm just hoping that I can remain somewhat sane. We shall see. We shall see.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-18405181478465102502013-10-01T13:05:00.000-04:002013-10-01T13:05:44.235-04:00We're All Together Again...So for the past few months life has been interesting for the Allen family. The boys and I left Oklahoma in July to live with Ryan's parents until baby Cole was born. A week and a half after Cole's birth, we came down to southern Utah to stay with my parents. (Ryan came up with this plan, since he didn't want me to worry about taking care of our home and trying to sell it while taking care of a newborn). Anyway, we've been with out a dad for 3 months, not counting the few wonderful quick visits he was able to make.<br />
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On the one hand, I feel like I've been on vacation for 3 months: Living out of suitcases, only making a few meals here and there, not having to clean the whole house, not having a church calling, etc. I'm so grateful for my in-laws and my parents for putting up with us for so long. Especially during the emotional-breakdown times! And especially now that I have Cole. I spend a lot of time feeding him and taking care of him, and my parents have really helped out. My dad's retired, so he takes the "older" boys out when I need a break. I know that once we move to Colorado later this week, I'm going to be in for quite a surprise. Life will be harder. My dad won't be there to clean my kitchen, do my dishes, and entertain my boys. My mom won't be there to hold Cole for me, to help out with the kids in the morning, and to take Josh to school. I mean, seriously! <br />
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On the other hand, it will be so nice to have Ryan with us. Even though I have great help, I'm the boys' mom, and when the boys are naughty or sad or tired, they only want me. So I might go crazy during the day, but having Ryan home for dinner and bedtimes will help so much! Having him there to help during the night when Cole won't sleep will be awesome! We miss him so much. Especially the boys. This whole experience has shown me the important role the father plays in the family. The boys need a dad to play with and rough-house with. They need a dad to be stern with them and tell them to listen to their mother. :) They need a dad to cuddle and read stories them. They need a dad to run to when mom's had enough. They need a dad to feel secure. I truly admire women who are raising their kids with out a father because it is hard! <br />
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I will say this: I feel that I have grown quite a bit. I tend to whine and feel sorry for myself if life isn't nice and easy--like the kids feed themselves and put themselves to bed and play well together. :) At first I prayed for life to ease up a bit, because I didn't want to deal with hard things. I soon realized that that wasn't going to happen, so instead I started praying for strength. I looked to my sister, my mom, my grandma, my great-grandma, and the pioneers for their examples of strength in being mothers. Now I tell myself that I can't throw my hands in the air and give up when I have a bad day because my kids need their mom. I think of the pioneer women who kept moving forward toward Zion, even when they faced so many hardships. I know they did it for their children and their posterity. Anyway, I'm so grateful that my boys have such a good dad. I'm so glad to be getting him back this week--and so are my parents!<br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-73532114109771861672013-09-08T19:14:00.001-04:002013-09-08T19:28:49.115-04:00Introducing Cole<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He was born at Ogden Regional Medical Center. We got to the hospital early in the morning, checked in and settled down. Katie got an IV, and the waiting began. We didn't have to wait long, however, as Cole was born in the early afternoon. True to form, after a few pushes, our little guy was here. Much like Carter, he came super-fast. Also like Carter, he came with a bruised face.<br />
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Everyone there couldn't believe his chubby cheeks, and shortly thereafter the pinching began. Aunts, grandmas & cousins just couldn't help themselves.<br />
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He was blessed on the following Sunday at my parent's house, with lots of family present to watch & participate. We were happy to have him there in Utah, with all of our loved ones close by to visit and support us.<br />
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We're excited to have this little guy with us. He is a sweet little boy, who seems to be pretty content - except for when he's hungry... WATCH OUT! His older brothers just adore him, and are doing there best to make sure he's loved and taken care of!<br />
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Here is Carter with Bella. We gave the dogs away, since we were planning on moving to Germany. Now we aren't heading to Germany....the army rejected us -me- because of my diabetes. We don't know if it's a new policy or what, but we're hoping to be heading to Colorado Springs instead. Not too bad a trade off, I might add. Anyway, whoops for getting rid of the dogs early! Sorry Sarah and Bella....kind of sorry. </div>
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Josh and Sarah. So cute!</div>
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Carter turned 4 in April. He had a Ninjago/Pirate party. Here, all the boys are blowing out the candles with Carter. He was too embarrassed to do it all by himself--he doesn't like being the center of everyone's attention--but he loved the idea of everyone blowing out the candles. We had about 15 little boys over and it was complete chaos and fun! </div>
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Ryan has been spending nearly all of his free time working on the house, now that we're trying to sell it before our unknown move. Here the boys had the chance to help him out a bit, putting rocks around the trees. And let me tell you, they were great helpers.</div>
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About a month ago, I took the boys to meet up with some friends at a really fun picnic area at the reserve (kind of like a natl' park, right?). It had rest rooms, fire pits, a field of grass, a little hike, and fun picnic tables. We loved it and have been back a few times since.</div>
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Ryan got to go shooting grenades, or something manly, with some army friends. I think he enjoyed himself. Looks pretty GI Joe here if you ask me!</div>
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The other day our friend invited us to swim at her pool, and the boys were so excited. Here Carter is giving me his best pirate impression. Arrgh!</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-61340177483742552032012-11-23T22:30:00.000-05:002012-11-23T22:33:13.385-05:00Happy Thanksgiving.Okay....it's happening. I'm scared of my blog. So much has happened (of course), so I'm not going to make promises I won't keep about writing about it all. Suffice it to say that we are all alive! And happy.<br />
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Ryan's done with his Army residency program and now works unsupervised on post. I know he is really glad that he did the residency, but he's also really really glad to be more on his own. We'll be stationed here in Oklahoma for 2.5 more years. When Ryan's not at work, he's working on our house here at home. Right now he's finishing up the master bathroom. He's tiled just about every surface there is. He's been doing so much around the house!</div>
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Josh is doing really well in school. He is such a good little boy. He told me that he told his friends that we're all brothers and sisters, and he was surprised that they didn't believe him. :) I can definitely tell he's learning little sayings at school, but so far he hasn't come home with anything naughty coming out of his mouth, so I'm grateful for that!</div>
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Carter is so sweet. He has become more timid the older he's become. He loves to laugh and play with kids, but he doesn't like being the focus of any adult's attention. He tries to avoid conversation and eye contact if he knows people are watching. I'm one of the lucky few that gets to know the whole Carter!!</div>
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Landon is still a firecracker! He goes to time out in nursery quite often for wrestling the other children...ha. I guess that's what happens when you're the third boy! Landon would much rather be naked than dressed. He's happiest running around in a shirt and diaper...only because I make him wear a shirt. :) He's really starting to talk, and it's so much fun to hear more of what goes on in his little head.</div>
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Here's the girls from Thanksgiving, minus Marianne. There's Jasmin, Catlin, Katie, Aleisha, Tiffany, and Michelle. We had a lot of fun!</div>
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And a bit late, but here's our Halloween picture. Josh was a ghost, Landon a construction worker (he wouldn't wear his race car costume!), and Carter a prince. The fact that Carter wanted to be a prince melted my heart.</div>
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-54986690309823179282012-04-06T08:16:00.006-04:002012-04-18T15:38:27.526-04:00Happy Birthday Dear Carter<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7lC-n_5HMQ/T48UZmJUMSI/AAAAAAAABQU/4tVCB8TaTpQ/s320/IMG_4560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732823280634835234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Carter is an official three year old now! And what a three year old he is! We celebrated with a pirate birthday party-with about 15 kids in total. I find it hard to knowwho to invite and when to stop. So we tried to invite school and babysitting co-op friends, but then we couldn't forget our good friends who are moving away soon, and then we couldn't leave out one of our best friends, and so the list got rather long. It was a lot of fun though, and I didn't have to do a lot of planning, because just feeding the kids and opening the presents took up a lot of the time. Carter did a really good job of thanking and hugging all of the kids--he gets rather bashful when he's the center of attention.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXMS34nptQo/T44ez-1XEcI/AAAAAAAABPk/acmj90uk9Nw/s320/IMG_4534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732553254078190018" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>It was pretty cute when we sang happy birthday to him. He was a bit apprehensive when we told him to blow out the candles, but once we told everyone to blow them out with him, he got a huge smile on his face and blew out the candles with his friends.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5tuJx1rSAw/T48XeLFSepI/AAAAAAAABQg/7dam7L-Ea4I/s320/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732826657804417682" /></div><div>For Carter's birthday dinner, he wanted to go to the pirate restaurant. It was actually called The Three Amigos...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hah</span>. I loved it; probably because I ordered the best dish. At the end, the waiters/waitresses came out and put a sombrero on Carter and sang to him. He hid behind it the whole time--it was pretty funny. He must get that bashfulness from Ryan or something, because being sung to was what I liked best as a kid--being the center of attention for a whole minute while all the other kids looked on jealously.</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsDYpeCO8wk/T48UZIc158I/AAAAAAAABQE/MP2TBDIt1lY/s320/IMG_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732823272663672770" /><div><br /></div><div>Carter has such a sweet personality. He is the best 3 year old sharer I know of. At least when it comes to food. He loves to laugh with friends, to be entertained by them. He absolutely loves getting dirty in any way. He is a good sport about trying new things, whether it be some kind of play, new food, or new whatever. He loves to hide from people and jump out to "surprise" them. He loves to dance and color. He absolutely loves little figurines, especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Legos</span> right now. He's into anything that has to do with pretend and loves to dress up. He loves <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Spiderman</span> and transformers, not that he's seen any shows with any Superheroes in them...:) He loves to wrestle and go on dates with his dad, but I think he's still a mama's boy. I just love him and his sweet smile. I don't know of anything cuter than seeing that on my sweet boy's face. </div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-68138063091164012132012-03-11T22:18:00.010-04:002012-03-11T23:56:04.367-04:00Army Ball and....<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3ArBFNYxAs/T11gm3BEvgI/AAAAAAAABNU/1Pilyy3clQA/s1600/IMG_4457.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3ArBFNYxAs/T11gm3BEvgI/AAAAAAAABNU/1Pilyy3clQA/s320/IMG_4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718833322550148610" border="0" /></a>Ryan and I <span style="font-style: italic;">after</span> the army ball. We forgot to bring a camera, whoops! The ball was a dinner with a lot of talking, traditions, power point presentations, and a little bit of dancing at the end. There were a lot of laughs, a lot of me getting in some good people-watching, and good company, but I was definitely ready to end the dinner part and start the dancing part. We had a sitter that was expecting us home at 10:30pm, and I wanted to get a few real not-dance-by-yourself-in-your-house dances in. But I loved going to something fancy and formal with Ryan. I still get that shy/excited feeling when we go out, when he opens my door and guides me with his hand on my back....That's either a good sign, or a sign that we don't go out enough!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQsuE4xpdKM/T11m8UkS5fI/AAAAAAAABO0/obIuA6U-jyY/s1600/IMG_4485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQsuE4xpdKM/T11m8UkS5fI/AAAAAAAABO0/obIuA6U-jyY/s320/IMG_4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718840288329524722" border="0" /></a>I'm trying to get more pictures taken of me, because I'm usually the one breaking out the camera. I feel a wee bit stupid for saying, "Hey, take a picture of me!" but I figure it's better to have documentation of me with my boys than to worry about maintaining any sense of pride.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQO54ardFOs/T11lmRE2OjI/AAAAAAAABOo/kI5Lr4f7Vn0/s1600/IMG_4481.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQO54ardFOs/T11lmRE2OjI/AAAAAAAABOo/kI5Lr4f7Vn0/s320/IMG_4481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718838809923566130" border="0" /></a>Landon really enjoyed his cupcake for the first half, then decided it wasn't as great as he first thought. That's how I usually feel after my second-or third-handful of skittles.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxauVJ3qovM/T11m8mxgruI/AAAAAAAABPA/NbAYbHw_9wE/s1600/IMG_4500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxauVJ3qovM/T11m8mxgruI/AAAAAAAABPA/NbAYbHw_9wE/s320/IMG_4500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718840293216792290" border="0" /></a>Landon all clean and sweet as can be after his bath.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaGrjkdTEW0/T11jpGyi6_I/AAAAAAAABOE/OO7qiXVf7L4/s1600/IMG_4475.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaGrjkdTEW0/T11jpGyi6_I/AAAAAAAABOE/OO7qiXVf7L4/s320/IMG_4475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718836659678800882" border="0" /></a>Some of my favorite pictures of my two younger brothers are of them in their church clothes when they were little, so I thought I'd take Josh out to do a quick photo shoot of him in his shirt and tie. He didn't disappoint. And if any of you know Ryan's family, I think you'll agree that Josh is an Allen through and through. Sometimes he looks like Ryan, sometimes he looks like uncle Scott, and sometimes he looks like uncle Matt. Luckily for Josh, all of them are good looking, so he shouldn't have too many worries about his future prognosis as a stud muffin.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJPymRtVV4Y/T11joiOyWtI/AAAAAAAABN4/rx2uizB5g9w/s1600/IMG_4473.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJPymRtVV4Y/T11joiOyWtI/AAAAAAAABN4/rx2uizB5g9w/s320/IMG_4473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718836649865140946" border="0" /></a>This is why moms are so attached to their boys! I just think he looks so sweet and innocent in this picture. Don't grow up, Josh! Don't do it!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLTRSI2QzkA/T11jpf75V3I/AAAAAAAABOQ/v2DPtvOHSZY/s1600/IMG_4477.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLTRSI2QzkA/T11jpf75V3I/AAAAAAAABOQ/v2DPtvOHSZY/s320/IMG_4477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718836666428905330" border="0" /></a>Eh, he did it. He's no longer a little boy. He's a pre-teen.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lIc3jwtB_o/T11joFP07lI/AAAAAAAABNs/OKJKHKKJkmk/s1600/IMG_4448.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lIc3jwtB_o/T11joFP07lI/AAAAAAAABNs/OKJKHKKJkmk/s320/IMG_4448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718836642084875858" border="0" /></a>Carter has a determined (code for stubborn) side to him, but he also has this near-angelic side to him that makes me want to just eat him up. He and Josh have to sit right next to Ryan at dinner time, so Ryan's always squished while Landon and I have the rest 3/4 of the table to ourselves. Works out quite nicely!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpQKuZsSV9o/T11gnf3kpmI/AAAAAAAABNg/26dWmNfopdc/s1600/IMG_4447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpQKuZsSV9o/T11gnf3kpmI/AAAAAAAABNg/26dWmNfopdc/s320/IMG_4447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718833333516150370" border="0" /></a>Look at that love! That is one happy and lucky boy.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlDehbZ3mxc/T11wn_-XSoI/AAAAAAAABPM/Dazvh5xzajQ/s1600/IMG_4441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlDehbZ3mxc/T11wn_-XSoI/AAAAAAAABPM/Dazvh5xzajQ/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718850934320614018" border="0" /></a>Dinnertime. Lucky Ryan, isn't he?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwFAVKujpO0/T11gmZ6FSAI/AAAAAAAABNI/e4hVJbarOJY/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwFAVKujpO0/T11gmZ6FSAI/AAAAAAAABNI/e4hVJbarOJY/s320/IMG_4453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718833314736195586" border="0" /></a>And one last picture just for kicks. Carter is all ready for his hair cut.<br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-68088295629878036652012-03-05T15:19:00.006-05:002012-03-07T23:41:02.230-05:00Life in Lawton<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzKpCFsnKEY/T1fI_Dw3e6I/AAAAAAAABMY/qhcBeNIj1hk/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzKpCFsnKEY/T1fI_Dw3e6I/AAAAAAAABMY/qhcBeNIj1hk/s320/IMG_4342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717259237637716898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Kissable little Landon.<br /></span></div><br />So life is going well for us here in Oklahoma. We were able to close on the house that we wanted so we are really excited! We got an amazing deal and feel extremely lucky to have gotten it. With it being a foreclosure that needs work done, we'll close on the house mid April and then move into it the first of June. That is if everything goes according to plan...<br /><br />We just finished a fun run of pink eye in our house hold. Luckily I don't think we passed it on, but we had all the boys taking medicine just in case. Landon was the main sufferer of the group though. Let me tell you, putting eye ointment in your 4 year old's eyes and almost 3 year old's eyes is no joke. Putting it in four times a day along with eye drops every three hours for your baby is simply hilarious. I am so glad to be done with that!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChfToqBKZ_M/T1gTHR8ejYI/AAAAAAAABM8/JjxBfSCLhSc/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChfToqBKZ_M/T1gTHR8ejYI/AAAAAAAABM8/JjxBfSCLhSc/s320/IMG_4377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717340742743920002" border="0" /></a><br />This Friday is the army ball for dentac, and I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty excited! It's nice to have a reason to get dressed up, and it's really nice that it's something that Ryan basically has to go to. We're going dancing and I'm not forcing it on him...basically because it's the army forcing him to go instead. Hah.<br /><br />It seems like the kids are growing up so fast. Life really has a way of sneaking past you when you're not looking! I'm loving this stage of life. Landon's starting to talk and get this little toddler personality, Carter's acting more and more like he's four, not almost three :), and Josh is ready to start kindergarten...or junior high, one of the two. <span style="font-size:85%;">And just now, I took a break to chew out the kids for being nosy while they're supposed to be asleep. So much for that touchy-feely moment I was having!</span> Someday I will be that perfect mom...maybe that's what a grandma is.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wp6zOjbTXA/T1gTG3bek_I/AAAAAAAABMw/KF_PfidO2Fk/s1600/IMG_4392.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wp6zOjbTXA/T1gTG3bek_I/AAAAAAAABMw/KF_PfidO2Fk/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717340735626187762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The boys went to play outside during our one big(ish) snow storm. The snow was melting pretty fast, so the boys ended up playing in lots of mud.<br /><br /></span></div>Ryan's doing really well with the residency. I'm quite proud of him. He puts a lot of effort into his work, and he's just naturally good at it. It's fun to see his professional side, and when I do, it often makes me think I don't have a clue as to how great a guy I got married to. Do you ever do that? You ever see your spouse in a different light and think, "Huh. I'm pretty lucky to be attached to this one"? I do. It's nice to have those moments.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-uK8o9y2vo/T1fI_QX1WvI/AAAAAAAABMk/Uz_h-lpT-C8/s1600/IMG_4373.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-uK8o9y2vo/T1fI_QX1WvI/AAAAAAAABMk/Uz_h-lpT-C8/s320/IMG_4373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717259241022380786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Bowling night with the kids. I almost beat Ryan! (Or maybe I got a 41...)<br /></span></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-2005185791067007282012-02-05T22:25:00.009-05:002012-02-06T15:12:50.921-05:00A few pics<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1XtkFzzka4/Ty9VjLDpBjI/AAAAAAAABMA/OE9d3yfhyKw/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1XtkFzzka4/Ty9VjLDpBjI/AAAAAAAABMA/OE9d3yfhyKw/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705873315653551666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a picture of the home Ryan and I really really want to get. It's a foreclosure, so we have these grand ideas of buying it cheap(er) and fixing it up. We'll see about that.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKZxctomJBk/Ty9ViwC_rLI/AAAAAAAABL0/_xJR4C9dPVU/s1600/IMG_4292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKZxctomJBk/Ty9ViwC_rLI/AAAAAAAABL0/_xJR4C9dPVU/s320/IMG_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705873308403084466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so happy we started a babysitting co-op group! Now I can force Ryan into taking me out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYxYzGNU2Po/Ty9Nmf_0SOI/AAAAAAAABLQ/FD5R80S4-sY/s320/IMG_4266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705864576721242338" /><div style="text-align: center;">I told Josh and Carter to show they love each other. I think they did a pretty good job, don't you?</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i14l_5YoPPY/Ty9NmiXZC0I/AAAAAAAABLc/bhmJ9icZ6Pg/s320/IMG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705864577356991298" /><div style="text-align: center;">Then Josh wanted to have a picture showing love for the pillow pet, but Carter wasn't done showing "brotherly" love....hah, he still wanted to hug Josh.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAY0MrkDFtQ/Ty9Lgy6mA7I/AAAAAAAABLE/MFtEA9HT2Mk/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705862279697138610" /><div style="text-align: center;">I jog on our treadmill every Saturday morning while Ryan watches the kids. Well...Ryan let Landon out of his high chair, went to wipe it off, and in that smidgen of an amount of time, Landon ran over to the treadmill and face planted it. It was pretty sad! He is so tough though. No joke. I think it's probably because he's always getting injured from running and falling, walking into things, etc, etc.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-659MBOOFa3U/Ty9NnEK8nhI/AAAAAAAABLo/3zoziJSHlag/s320/IMG_4278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705864586431602194" /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a picture of his sad little face a day or two after. I knew it would look messy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ukltfi8SU/Ty9LgZwIshI/AAAAAAAABK4/RxaXOgC1ujQ/s1600/img_22134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ukltfi8SU/Ty9LgZwIshI/AAAAAAAABK4/RxaXOgC1ujQ/s320/img_22134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705862272942387730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love Landon's laugh and smile. He's such a tease and loves to be teased.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hal40v10tC8/Ty9LgMVgKEI/AAAAAAAABKs/DCAbCtrAbJM/s1600/IMG_4229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hal40v10tC8/Ty9LgMVgKEI/AAAAAAAABKs/DCAbCtrAbJM/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705862269341018178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Landon and his birthday cake, or what's left of it. He went to town on it! I think he enjoyed squishing it and destroying it -with out getting in trouble- more than anything else.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0wsrScnDgU/Ty9J3jdMuGI/AAAAAAAABKU/j8dOmNwLyvU/s1600/img_22097-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0wsrScnDgU/Ty9J3jdMuGI/AAAAAAAABKU/j8dOmNwLyvU/s320/img_22097-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705860471661049954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My dad took some pictures for Landon's birthday, and right before the pictures, he fell on his face on the concrete. :/ If he survives to age 5 we'll be lucky!!</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPKHiyOpJ1I/Ty9J3Q7vQJI/AAAAAAAABKI/Wn2ZT7Cnf0Y/s1600/img_22104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPKHiyOpJ1I/Ty9J3Q7vQJI/AAAAAAAABKI/Wn2ZT7Cnf0Y/s320/img_22104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705860466688868498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture. Would it be bad to cut out sweet, little, not-paying-attention Carter?</div></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-37475556195724956252012-01-09T21:07:00.001-05:002012-01-09T21:07:50.335-05:00While the Cat's Away...We've had a bit of a busy time here in Lawton. My mom came to visit first, then my dad and sisters <a href="http://zacherika.blogspot.com/">Erika</a> and Nicole. <br />
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We also visited the areas Scott lived in. An average home in Southlake, TX...<br />
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My cousin <a href="http://ginosgang.blogspot.com/">Becky</a> and her family were nice enough to let us stay at their place, which was a lot of fun.<br />
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After my brothers went home, I got a nice phone call from my buddy Charles from NYC. It seems he was dying to see Lawton and its numerous attractions. So he came and stayed the weekend. Always stylish, Charles drove up in his dream car:<br />
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Beautiful car Charles, beautiful...<br />
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We have had a lot of fun, and to be honest, I've been surprised at how many visitors we have had lately. Ashley, now it is your turn.<br />
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However, now I'm all alone. I don't remember the last time the house was this quiet... or this clean... :)Ryan Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543157310939255919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-43964295914587789262011-12-30T21:59:00.003-05:002011-12-30T22:19:09.838-05:00Happy Birthday Baby!Today was the day. Landon turned one! We didn't do much today--I've been sick with a stomach bug, Ryan's back in Oklahoma while we're here in Utah, and Grandma and Grandpa were taking Uncle Tom, Aunt Sissi and baby Sam to the airport, but we were able to squeeze in getting some yummy cupcakes at a little place here in town. Luckily we were able to celebrate with Ryan before leaving for our Utah trip and we opened presents, ate cake, and did the whole chi-bang. Not that Landon really cared. :)<br />I just love my little Landon. He sure is a busy little thing. He is getting into everything, especially here at my parents' house, where they aren't so baby proof! He's always opening the cupboards and pulling everything out that he can, trying to get into the bathroom, pulling toys out of their places...basically trying to get into whatever he thinks he shouldn't. He'll be about to do something he thinks is naughty, look back and wait for my reaction, and then go ahead and do it. He is super tough. He loves to wrestle and fight dirty, such as going for the hair or skin. He has such a great laugh. He's gotten this belly laugh that he'll use when I'm teasing him; I love to hear it. He loves to dance and he loves music. He also loves to be read to and will cry every time I close a book or any time he thinks we're done. I love him. Happy birthday my baby!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-63586515159590523262011-12-19T00:19:00.002-05:002011-12-19T00:35:45.622-05:00Happy<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXInHnLM_H8/Tu7KBdI4yuI/AAAAAAAABJk/5XZtNlC8sus/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXInHnLM_H8/Tu7KBdI4yuI/AAAAAAAABJk/5XZtNlC8sus/s320/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687705505766099682" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-67737000819007271472011-12-04T21:51:00.002-05:002011-12-04T22:05:28.430-05:00Family PicturesRyan's mom was here for Thanksgiving time, and we absolutely loved having her with us! The time passed way too quickly, but we were able to squeeze in family pictures. And I say squeeze because the one and only day that worked (before Linda left) to take them was on Thanksgiving. We were able to get a few good ones I think!<div><br /></div><div> <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC4HPewMlms/TtwzqWC1_oI/AAAAAAAABJA/eJHkZ0lmOnI/s320/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682473632399752834" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PllkBNvtzps/TtwzptZM8sI/AAAAAAAABIc/pT5xRoklJP8/s320/IMG_4094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682473621487678146" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmek_hPiyGs/Ttwzp7sFcSI/AAAAAAAABIo/ZFQ2EnvFQgM/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmek_hPiyGs/Ttwzp7sFcSI/AAAAAAAABIo/ZFQ2EnvFQgM/s320/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682473625324974370" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNWdhYsDFN4/Ttwzqd5n7kI/AAAAAAAABIw/Swh1IRcn84E/s320/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682473634508566082" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyd_wHqE9sc/TtwyZcyDX1I/AAAAAAAABIM/LxnVeqLRFNY/s1600/DSC01134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyd_wHqE9sc/TtwyZcyDX1I/AAAAAAAABIM/LxnVeqLRFNY/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682472242638970706" /></a><br /><div>I love these last two pictures so much!<div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0wFehBvBGk/TtwyZDyHgxI/AAAAAAAABIE/NFeroVdsiVw/s1600/IMG_4116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0wFehBvBGk/TtwyZDyHgxI/AAAAAAAABIE/NFeroVdsiVw/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682472235928355602" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaprrreE9Js/TtwyY1sWgMI/AAAAAAAABH4/3J3JnBtoWPk/s1600/IMG_4119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaprrreE9Js/TtwyY1sWgMI/AAAAAAAABH4/3J3JnBtoWPk/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682472232146075842" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-56181079999361240262011-11-21T21:07:00.004-05:002011-11-21T21:40:12.890-05:00Quick update<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_P4cAnt4So/TssFfI6_zMI/AAAAAAAABGk/rBuu1HGsxaI/s320/IMG_3967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677637787759660226" /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is little Landon in his bumble bee costume. I think this is the only time he smiled for the rest of the night. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJKJquMrBvQ/TssFeR4-lqI/AAAAAAAABGY/NhP2PvmnUa0/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677637772987242146" /><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are at the Simmon's house ready to go out trick or treating. Ashton was a firefighter who didn't want to wear a hat, and little Capri was a cupcake. Oh, and my boys were duct tape knights.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRTrhrqV9r4/TssHYs0RgkI/AAAAAAAABHI/flxTWTq7D-8/s1600/IMG_3993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRTrhrqV9r4/TssHYs0RgkI/AAAAAAAABHI/flxTWTq7D-8/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677639876159308354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The other night I had the boys spit out their gum before dinner. Josh gave me his teeny piece, Cooper (our next door neighbor friend) had his medium sized piece on his plate, and then Carter pulled out this huge honkin' piece of gum out of his mouth. It just kept coming and coming. It was about the size of his tongue. Hah. I told him that he had a pretty big piece of gum in his mouth and his reply was, "I have big teeth." We got a good laugh outta that one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U53cMpFwnRQ/TssHYf98a2I/AAAAAAAABG8/_KE03RiIGnA/s1600/IMG_3981.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U53cMpFwnRQ/TssHYf98a2I/AAAAAAAABG8/_KE03RiIGnA/s320/IMG_3981.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677639872710208354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know if I should have intervened, but Josh tying himself up in his kite kept him entertained for a nice amount of time...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTMEyDw2pp8/TssHYOfSiXI/AAAAAAAABGw/Gq3wJnk7XtA/s1600/IMG_3976.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTMEyDw2pp8/TssHYOfSiXI/AAAAAAAABGw/Gq3wJnk7XtA/s320/IMG_3976.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677639868018231666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who doesn't love seeing their kid's face squished up against the window? I know I do!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEVRoKdboM/TssFeGGpJcI/AAAAAAAABGM/Z_uSIjaFRR4/s1600/IMG_3953.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEVRoKdboM/TssFeGGpJcI/AAAAAAAABGM/Z_uSIjaFRR4/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677637769823331778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Angels. Little sneaky angels.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-22662234693190883342011-11-05T22:23:00.012-04:002011-11-09T00:18:59.877-05:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">More pictures to come...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZs88OmRksA/TrX3ueNZFJI/AAAAAAAABD4/he2BHIsKx8w/s320/IMG_3870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671711683498284178" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had a lot of fun for Halloween. In preparation, I asked the boys what they wanted to be. Josh said he wanted to be a ghost. (This would be the third year in a row...) Carter said he wanted to be a witch. Hah. Ryan said there would be no witches allowed for his boys, so Carter, Josh, and I looked online for costumes under the name of "boy witch". Carter didn't want to be a wizard, and he only wanted to be a warlock for about 5 minutes, until he decided it was too scary. So that idea went out the window....luckily, we saw some knight costumes online and viola! Both boys wanted to be knights. I typed "how to make knight costumes" into youtube -isn't the internet a crazy thing?- and knew that all this cardboard breastplate creating stuff should be handed over to Ryan. What we ended up with was a helmet, a breastplate, swords (from Ryan's previous creative moments) and boot covers all made out of card board and duct tape. They were so cute! I wanted Landon to be a dragon, but the boys wanted him to wear the bumblebee costume we have. They seem to think that it's some right of passage for each Allen baby to wear the bumblebee for their first, and maybe second, Halloween. Since I had yet to attempt making a dragon costume, it didn't take me long to agree.</div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvlrgUQn1zo/TrX3uiE-aXI/AAAAAAAABEE/OKUeWu6gesU/s320/IMG_3868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671711684536723826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">The beloved bumble bee costume.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NAHTff0qfs/TrX3vMZOFaI/AAAAAAAABEU/ognVX7A1448/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671711695895926178" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Josh and Carter with their buddy Ashton.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>We first went to our ward "Fall Harvest" party, which was a chili cook off. Umm, I tried to make some chili for this thing. First bad idea was substituting ingredients for the ones I didn't have. Second bad idea was trying to fix the resulting chili by using my new "figure-out-what-flavors-are-missing-and-add-them-in" policy I got from watching the Food Network show Chopped. (I usually can't figure out what is missing, and then make very interesting flavor combos...) Anyway, after a lot of sweat and near misses, I finish the chili and ask Ryan if it's edible or too embarrassing to take to the ward cook off. He tastes it, thinks about it for a minute, and says, "Well, it's nothing to write home about, but it's okay for chili. Just don't get it judged." Awesome. Well, I end up getting it judged, and guess what? It won for "best traditional" chili. I might add that most of the chilis won for something...but at least I didn't win the "tootie frootie" or "best smelling" certificate!</div><div>On the actual day of Halloween, we went over to our friends Tiffany and Aaron's house for dinner and then went trick-or-treating with them. They live in a nice neighborhood...and man it was busy! Here in Lawton you can trick-or-treat from 6-8pm. Once 6pm hit, Aaron was at the front door giving away candy. They had a huge line from their house bending back down the street, three to four people thick! Ryan stayed with Aaron while Tiffany and I headed out with the kids. Her son Ashton is three and was a fireman. Her little baby Kapri was a cupcake. We had fun, but didn't get a ton. Landon had had a enough pretty soon into the whole process and was screaming and fussy and trying to get out of the stroller. Carter kept tripping and having a hard time getting up because his breastplate doesn't bend. So I had a screaming baby in the front of the stroller, by the handles sat a squishy-face-uncomfortable-in-his-unbending armor-Carter, and Josh, walking along, barking, very loudly, like a dog because he figured it would calm Landon down. And I was in some sort of la-la land I guess, because I was walking around like we weren't crazy. It was a lot of fun, actually. Fun memories.</div><div>Talking about memories....I have one Halloween memory that stands out. When I was little, I was into anything princess and anything that made me gorgeous. So naturally I was anything beautiful and girly for Halloween. One year, I must have been around seven or eight, I was a ballerina. (I just typed ballet dancer, hah.) I had the pink leotard, the tights, some shoes, and the perfect tutu. I was so excited to go and look pretty for everyone to see. Sadly for me, though, Halloween ended up being on a freezing cold day, with plenty of snow. And now we come to the point in the story where I disagree with my dad's view of it. He says that I refused to wear a coat because "ballerinas don't wear coats". I think I probably just suggested that I go with out one and see how I felt. Whatever the case, my dad came up with this horrific (but genius, I concede) plan to make me a fat ballerina. He had me first put on snow pants and a sweat shirt. Yes, you read that right. Snow pants. Then he put my tights and leotard on <i>top</i> of those snow pants and then bulked up my middle by adding some stuffing. I looked hilarious, but I was so mad! As we went trick or treating, people got a kick out of my "costume". I was walking down the street and someone yelled out, "Hey look! A fat ballerina!!" I was not happy. To have such high hopes of being so so cute literally blown up in front of my very eyes was truly tragic....Luckily for my vanity, my dad let me be a normal ballerina at the school fair which was more important to look good at anyway. It almost made up for the trick or treating part.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjAioCW1Se4/TroKhfXUzAI/AAAAAAAABFc/6LLDInOguYk/s320/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672858251097852930" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Is it just me or does everyone else look a little underdressed? </span> </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-47535438701329373992011-10-16T23:21:00.006-04:002011-10-17T00:23:12.379-04:00Pictures galore<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uiwv2Duulo/TpuqGQVOrMI/AAAAAAAABCU/zTxTFxr55I4/s1600/IMG_3826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0uiwv2Duulo/TpuqGQVOrMI/AAAAAAAABCU/zTxTFxr55I4/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664307980788477122" border="0" /></a>I found this "amazing deal" at Wal Mart...beach balls for two bucks. Little did I know how big they were! I blew one up and let the other one hang out in the garage. I think the first one sprang a little leak, though, since it was half-way deflated by lunch time. The boys had fun with it though, rolling over it and smashing their faces in the grass/dirt.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6N8tdw01ps/TpuqG1UronI/AAAAAAAABCg/_UC31MOsXAE/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6N8tdw01ps/TpuqG1UronI/AAAAAAAABCg/_UC31MOsXAE/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664307990718292594" border="0" /></a>Carter's face post smash. I love this picture of him. It sums him up completely.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6TI6FTjTAs/TpuqHBbZZNI/AAAAAAAABCo/GrVxYaFff4c/s1600/IMG_0186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r6TI6FTjTAs/TpuqHBbZZNI/AAAAAAAABCo/GrVxYaFff4c/s320/IMG_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664307993967682770" border="0" /></a>Josh has really started to enjoy drawing. He's become very meticulous with his pictures. I mean, look at those fingers! Look at those earrings! It looks just like me!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFSjg5cIOMQ/TpumiAQy-GI/AAAAAAAABBw/1LvWz0vHJfk/s1600/IMG_3800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFSjg5cIOMQ/TpumiAQy-GI/AAAAAAAABBw/1LvWz0vHJfk/s320/IMG_3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664304059464743010" border="0" /></a>We decorated a "Halloween House" during General Conference weekend. (For those of you who might not know, that's when the leaders of the LDS church speak to all the members of the church. It's broadcast on radio and television).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzRCsCql02g/Tpumi2__86I/AAAAAAAABCI/jtS8usB95bk/s1600/IMG_3823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzRCsCql02g/Tpumi2__86I/AAAAAAAABCI/jtS8usB95bk/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664304074158240674" border="0" /></a>Landon loved Josh's jawbreaker sucker that dad the dentist gave to him....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaJeEW2RQSA/Tpuj5Ek6zfI/AAAAAAAABBc/GNpe5kWt5jU/s1600/IMG_3788.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaJeEW2RQSA/Tpuj5Ek6zfI/AAAAAAAABBc/GNpe5kWt5jU/s320/IMG_3788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664301157224992242" border="0" /></a>Some of the boys' new friends, Ethan, Mason, Ashton, and Sloan. Josh calls the Gailey boys (the three blondes) his cousins. Little Ashton and Carter are little buddies, especially when it comes to chasing after the neighbor's cat.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEhThP78yHQ/Tpuj5Bua7uI/AAAAAAAABBM/n0xM9OTOAwU/s1600/IMG_3783.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEhThP78yHQ/Tpuj5Bua7uI/AAAAAAAABBM/n0xM9OTOAwU/s320/IMG_3783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664301156459540194" border="0" /></a>Landon also appreciates Carter sharing his juice box....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHZjL0PxuAY/Tpuj6Gx6gJI/AAAAAAAABBk/7baIrOXVRDU/s1600/IMG_0212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHZjL0PxuAY/Tpuj6Gx6gJI/AAAAAAAABBk/7baIrOXVRDU/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664301174996238482" border="0" /></a>Ryan's superior officer gave him tickets to an Oklahoma Sooners football game, so he and Josh had a daddy date. Or a dad-son-hang out-cool time.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3rbO9vs9C8/Tpuhvp1rhfI/AAAAAAAABA0/9NEh6pjAR5U/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3rbO9vs9C8/Tpuhvp1rhfI/AAAAAAAABA0/9NEh6pjAR5U/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664298796405458418" border="0" /></a>It wasn't until later that I realized Josh was making goofy faces. I still can't look at this picture with out busting a gut. Next time I'll take the gum out first....maybe.<br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419904166917486916.post-45989180667217462582011-09-26T15:44:00.005-04:002011-09-26T15:56:53.314-04:00Cute Missionary<div style="text-align: left;">My baby brother Jeff, I mean, Elder Farnsworth is on his mission in the Philippines until January. He asked me to start a blog for him so that friends from America and the Philippines can read it if they'd like. So, <a href="http://papafarnsy.blogspot.com">here</a> it is, for anyone interested!</div><div>By the way, this guy, this Elder, is hilarious. Ryan teaching him to how drive a stick shift is one of my favorite memories ever. :) He's also one of the nicest guys I know. (Even though he probably wouldn't want me to say that). I'm proud to be his big sister.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH0WtXfDgtU/ToDXqnA1HnI/AAAAAAAAA_0/YAh4PNKC-mo/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656758259004284530" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-mission photo. </div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06031014960069292294noreply@blogger.com1