tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43675990940265789122024-03-12T19:30:09.345-07:00The Monson ReportEric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-7875894208608567612013-02-04T17:51:00.002-08:002013-02-04T17:51:21.710-08:00I'm back!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had Thanksgiving with my fam this year and it was just great. I have realized that I Thanksgiving is a little anti climatic for me now. I don't really like turkey (I would so rather have a steak with a-1 sauce) mash potatoes are meh, don't really love stuffing, don't like green bean casserole, don't like canned yams, don't like sweet potatoes. Basically the best part is the homemade grandma rolls.And I don't like pie at all. So I enjoy Thanksgiving more for hanging out with the fam. It was a good Thanksgiving though. Nothing exciting to report. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was our turn to go to Eric's fam for Christmas this year and so we decided, since Eric hadn't been home in over a year and he had three weeks off for school, to go to Cali for three weeks. I was a little nervous about the amount of time just because of Trent. He really loves his bed so I was thinking he wasn't going to sleep at all but he actually slept really well so everything turned out great on that end. It was nice to relax and not have to worry about whiny tenants calling me or bugging me every second. Trent loved running around, seeing the dogs and going in the spa with Papa. Christmas was amazing and It was so much fun seeing Trent's reaction to things because he could express himself so much more than last year. I am so excited for next year because he will actually understand who Santa is. Cali was amazing and it's always so hard to leave but after three weeks I was ready for my house and my bed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is what Santa gave Trent. A chewie stuffed animal. In the bottom left pic he's giving chewie kisses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We got back home and hit the ground running! Apparently while we were gone there were huge snow storms and apparently our snow plow services for the parking lots didn't come so that was real fun to deal with + plus all the work I had to do + plus eric starting school + me being pregnant= a <u><b>VERY</b></u> tired me. But it was only about two weeks of being pretty hectic and then things started to level out. The next big event was Eric's 29th birthday. The man is old. But he's a hottie. I didn't do an epic Star Wars theme like last year. Instead I did a princess theme because I thought it would be funny and it was. I don't think Eric liked it as much as the Star Wars (obvi) but the dollar store doesn't really give you much to work with. He had a wonderful birthday and got everything he wanted. (Sorry if it bugs some people that I don't list what we get for birthdays/christmas but I find it tacky. I don't really need a list of everything other people always get. No, it's not that I can't be happy for other people but like for real I don't need to know/read every time other people get something they want. Rant over). January was over before I knew it and now we are onto the busiest month of the year for me. Contract signing month! I apologize in advance if I don't blog this month because it is sssooo crazy busy but I will try rrreeeallllly hard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yep. My ego is prego. It's a little (by like 6 months) closer than I wanted but refer to the "struggles" post about our pregnancy journey and why we decided to get pregnant now. I found out I was pregnant in Nov. Just in time to be sick for Thanksgiving. yaaay, <b>NOT</b>. I was not sick with Trent at all. I felt yucky one day but that was it. With this one I was really, really nauseous in the first trimester and on the day we flew to California I threw up. Talk about not fun. The nausea didn't get worse, thankfully, but didn't get better. Then around week 8, in cali, the smells really started to get to me and I just was really not happy. I had heard that being sick was a good sign because it meant you were "really" pregnant but it still sucked so bad. Eric and I were really excited but cautious because of the miscarriage before so when I heard the heartbeat when we got back from Cali it was such a sigh of relief. Things really started feeling better around 13 weeks. The biggest thing that has kind of sucked is with Trent I didn't really show until like 17 weeks but with this one I like instantly showed but it just looked like I ate way too many burgers. So since the beginning I have basically just looked fat and not pregnant. I am kind of over this in between stage and just want to show already. You all know what I am talking about. You look at a girl and you think oh is she just fat or is she pregnant? Yeah I have been stuck in that since the beginning. It's really lame. Hopefully I'll just pop someday soon. I am almost 16 weeks so..any day now. As for what I want this one to be I am kind of wanting another boy. I really enjoy Trent even though he has a TON of energy. I am loving the football, baseball, trucks, trains stage. But having a girl would be fun I'm sure. Then after that I don't want any more girls. Just want one. I think the biggest difference I have been able to tell with this one, other than being sick in the beginning, is I am WWWAAAAAYYYY more irritated. I get irritated so unbelievably fast. I feel really bad and because I know I get irritated really fast I try extra hard to work on it but sometimes It gets the better of me. It just happens. But I am excited to have another lil babe around because my number 1 is growing up so fast! I'm not looking forward to the no sleep nights, especially since it's so easy with trent now but It will all be worth it!</span><br />
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I'm not sure how many people know the story of how Eric and I got together. I'm not sure how many of you care or if anyone reads this but I thought it might be fun to tell. It might be long so I apologize. I'll try and condense as much as I can without leaving anything important out. </div>
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When I was 19 I decided to move to Provo, UT because it was time to be out on my own and Utah is cheap. I moved into the Riviera Apartments and I was so excited to be on my own and not have to worry about my Mom and Dad wondering what I was doing and where I was. I am not gonna lie, back then I was a <u><b>HUGE</b></u> flirt. Don't judge. It was so fun, which made living on my own that much better. HAHA. I went to church with my roommates that first Sunday and I don't remember seeing Eric at all. I think I was overwhelmed with the experience and I was trying to take it all in.<br />
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So the first time I can remember Eric was at ward prayer during that first fall semester. Someone was announcing that something was going on in their apartment ( I think) and then I remember Eric saying something to the extent of "you can only come over if you're hot." After he said that I totally thought he was arrogant and superficial which are like my biggest pet peeves in guys. Of course he was joking but at the time I didn't know him well enough to know he was.</div>
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A couple of months passed and I didn't see much of Eric and I didn't think much of his comment. I had found out a girl I knew from back home had decided to move to Utah and needed a roommate. She had bought a contract at the Riv in the same ward in an apartment that was 2 stories above mine. We moved in together and a couple of weeks after (I think) one of Eric's roommates (those details are a little foggy) asked us to watch Pride and Prejudice with him and Eric. I was a little hesitant on going but went anyway. We went over and watched the movie on their love sack. During the movie we were talking and laughing and the first thing I thought was hey.. this Eric kid is really funny and he has a really funny distinct laugh. The movie ended and I decided to get up and as I did I rolled off the love sack and kneed Eric right in the balls. It wasn't just a brush it was, I hit him so dead on he couldn't talk for a while. Talk about awkward.</div>
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After that night (I think) my roommate and I went over and watched movies with Eric on the love sack for like 2 weeks straight. I am not gonna lie, I get bored easily and after doing that every night I was like okay well that was fun but I'm over it. I think Eric caught on to that and one night he texted me and asked me if I wanted to go to the library with him. He had to do something really fast for school and said it would take like 15min or so. I went and we ended up being there for like 2 hours and we were in the basement of the library which meant no cell service. (Little did I know, he totally did that on purpose. He said he wanted me all to himself because he said I was always on my phone, not true!) He felt really bad so he took me to Leatherby's to get ice cream as an apology. Eric says that was our first date but I don't think so. Then a week (I think) later he asked me out on what I consider to be our first date. He took me to a BYU concert and during the concert he leaned over and said to me "at some point throughout this date I'm going to put my arm around you" TALK ABOUT MAKING A GIRL NERVOUS!! So I was sitting there anxiously waiting for him to do it not knowing when he would and it felt like forever but he finally did. At that moment I realized how much I loved how blunt he was. I hated the dating games and never was good at it so he was really refreshing. <br />
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This next part is confusing. After that date I knew I liked Eric and he obviously liked me but I kind of freaked out and didn't want to date him exclusively because that's what I thought he wanted (which wasn't) and I still wanted the freedom to flirt. I know I'm a terrible person. So Eric and I decided to have a mini dtr and after that talk we didn't talk for a couple of days because I told him I didn't want to date him, meaning exclusively (yes I should have clarified). In that time I realized that Eric was so different than anyone I had ever dated and I really liked him so why not take a chance. Not knowing he wanted to date me and other people I go over and tell him I would like to date him. He then thought I meant exclusive which is not what I meant. Could we say miss-communications! After he told me he didn't want to date me (because now he was thinking I meant exclusive) we didn't talk. So I started to kind of date someone else and Eric did the same thing. Neither relationships were exclusive just a fun fling. After about three weeks the fling I had ended and on the day I was having issues Eric texted me randomly asking if I was doing okay. I texted him back saying I had been better and he then asked if he could come over and talk to me about it. I said sure and we talked for 2 hours. It was so nice having Eric back in my life.</div>
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The next couple of months Eric would come over and talk to me about his girl drama. I would give him my advice and then we would talk for hours about anything and everything. He became my best friend and I always looked forward to talking to him. Winter semester ended and I moved back home to get ready to be an EFY counselor. The day before I was suppose to leave Eric's sister got married. He had invited me to go to the reception with him and I of course said yes. I was suuupppperr nervous to meet his family especially since we weren't even dating. We get there and his mom and I started talking. I asked her where she was from and she said Oregon. I then proceeded to ask her where in Oregon and she said Forrest Grove. I thought hmm weird that's where my mom is from. I told her that and then she asked me who my mom was and it ended up that my mom and his mom totally grew up together. My Grandma had been Eric's moms seminary teacher and our mother's had been in the same piano class together. The craziest thing is that I later found out that in one of my mom's scrapbooks there was a picture of his mom and my mom together at one of their piano recitals. Talk about small world.</div>
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A couple of weeks later while I was at EFY I freaked out. I called Eric up and told him I didn't want to talk to him or see him when I got back. I know I know what a jerk Chelsea. I was just not ready to get married and at that point I could see myself marrying him. I did love him and I think that's what freaked me out the most. I obviously handled it the wrong way and completely ruined our relationship. Or so I thought.<br />
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I don't remember how but after that we started talking again. I don't know how he did but he forgave me and we started to rebuild what I had crushed. We talked the remainder of my time at EFY and things returned to the way they were before I was crazy. I then returned home and was so excited to see him but couldn't because he had gone home to California for a couple of weeks. After 3 long weeks we finally were able to see each other. It was the best day and kiss of my life. That day we decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend and I couldn't have been happier. We dated for 7 months before he proposed. Then on August 9, 2008 we were married in the San Diego temple. He is my match in every way. He is my everything and I couldn't imagine my forever without him. I love every minute I am with him and am so thankful for the wonderful man his is. I am so lucky.<br />
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I apologize if this is blunt and to the point but If I gave you guys the real version with drama and everything involved, this would have to be in like 3 posts! Hope you guys enjoyed our story! </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last weekend part of my family (Jamie couldn't go because of just having a newborn and Josh doesn't like the 49ers, LAME) went to San Fransisco to go to a 49er game! This all happened because one Sunday, about a month and a half ago, I was thinking that It would be fun to go to one last game before Jessica moves to Maui this summer. I called Jess and told her my idea which she instantly loved and we started looking at tickets to see if there was a game on a weeknight and if we would be able to afford tickets. Luck had it that they were playing the Seattle Seahawks on a Thursday night and it just happened to be UEA weekend. (For those non Utah folk that's basically a weekend where kids in school get a Thur and Fri off because teachers are doing something those days). We called up our good family friends Mike and Kari </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Berejkoff that live in the area who are actually basically family (my Dad grew up with them), asked if they wanted to go and they did so we booked the tickets and prepared to go. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was so fun to walk all around San Fran with the Berejkoff's and then go to the game. I wish we still lived close to them! It was so fun to be there and experience a football game live. If anyone who loves football and hasn't gone to a live game, you need to go! It's such a fun experience. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun and was so glad we went. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am especially happy that they are building a new stadium cause Candlestick is old school!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The game was on Thursday and then on Friday we decided to head to Apple Hill since we were kind of in the area. I absolutely <u><b>LOVE</b></u> Apple Hill. I love all the vendors that come and all the food that they have! The best carmel apple I have ever had is called Apple my Apple from Abel's Acres. IT IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD! It is a carmel apple (obviously) with white fudge and cinnamon. It sounds simple but for real, it is the best thing. They also have the best pies and apple doughnuts. I sure do miss my home area and everything about it but it was a fun, short visit. Next time I hope I can bring Eric and Trent with me on these adventures! </span></div>
Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-28183805845213371052012-10-14T17:43:00.000-07:002012-10-14T17:43:52.404-07:00Me. <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> You would know that I love to travel. My dream is to travel all through Europe. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that I love reality T.V. My love of reality t.v. started with The Hills, even though I am pretty sure that show wasn't really "real".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know I have this really huge fear of sharks and I will not go in the ocean deeper than my ankles. I blame the movie Jaws for this fear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that I love pizza. I could eat it every week and one time (on a dare) I ate a WHOLE large pizza hut pizza without throwing up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that my biggest pet peeve of all time is people who are cocky. I hate people who take a million pictures of themselves and then say "I look so good today". There is nothing wrong with being confident but telling everyone every day that you look sooo good and then taking a picture of it is going a little too far. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know my favorite candy is Milk Duds. I could eat those things every day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that one of my favorite movies is You've Got Mail. Such a timeless classic. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that I really like white, straight teeth. Weird, I know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that I can make a face like Mad Madame Mim on Disney's The Sword and the Stone. Yes, I am kind of a freak. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know I have a cat voice and my sister Jessica can do the same exact cat voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know I love Disneyland more than I can ever express I don't need a map anymore because I have gone so many times I know where everything is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You would know that I am a huge people pleaser. Which is funny because with my job, not everyone will be happy with me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a more private person so when I struggle in life I tend not to talk to anyone about it except Eric (obviously), maybe my family and some close friends. I don't like to feel like people should listen to my problems or what I am going through because they are probably going through some hard times as well so who am I to be a downer and make life harder for them. But this last thing has been a little harder for me to handle. For people who don't follow my blog Eric and I were not planning on having Trent. He was a very big (wonderful) accident. So I just assumed that when we did start to try and have baby #2, it wouldn't be hard/take us very long since we seemed to be just fine in that department. I didn't want to start trying for baby #2 until March of this year or around that time because those of you who know Trent know he is A LOT. He just has so much energy and I love it, but at times can be exhausting. I figured if we started trying for baby #2 around March and if we were to get pregnant right off the bat, they would be around 3 years apart. Sounds wonderful to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But things don't always happen how I would want them to. Long story short, Eric and I decided Trent needed a sibling closer than 3 years apart. So since the beginning of July we have been trying. Yes, I realize that I just basically announced to the world that I am having a lot of sex but you will get over it. (I always hated those people who would tell others they were trying because you just told everyone that you are doing the dirty a lot and no one wants to hear that.) Anyway, the hard part about this is I am not a 28 day gal for my periods. They have always been sporadic and that has made the process harder than I expected. The worst part about this process (which no one ever told me about) is it is basically a waiting game. Have lots of sex, oh but don't be stressed out, try and plan out which days I think I might be ovulating while at the same time trying to make our sex life interesting and not just a chore and then wait and hope you are pregnant and then if it doesn't happen do it all over again the next month. The other part to this is I am a member of a family which means my life in many ways does not revolve around me. There are people and things to consider and since I try not to be a selfish person I take those things into account which makes the pressure worse even though I have everyone around me saying "don't plan your life around others". Easier said than done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we played the waiting game for 2 months and finally I found out I was pregnant. Oh how exciting! But at the same time I was cautious. With Trent we told people right away when I was 5 weeks. Never a doubt in my mind that anything would go wrong but for some reason with this pregnancy I wanted to wait until 10 weeks to tell the world. We told our family and some really close friends but that was it. One morning I called my mom because I was so anxious about miscarrying for some reason. Something just didn't feel right but after talking to my mom, she reassured me and made me feel a ton better (that's what mom's are for right?) The next day Trent got really sick with hand, foot and mouth and we had to take him to the doc that night because he had a fever of 104.4 with Ibuprofen in him. The doc advised pigybacking Tyelonol with Ibuprofen every three hours since his fever was so high and she didn't want to know what would happen if the medicine wore off. So, that night, I woke up every three hours to give Trent some medicine. The next morning my Mom came down to help with me Trent since I was exhausted and he was really not feeling well. I went to go take a nap and woke up to some cramping which isn't usually a reason for concern. I got up and went to the bathroom and found that I was bleeding. The realization hit that I was having a miscarriage. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The rest of the week was a range of emotions that follows with a miscarriage. I would be fine one moment and then the next bawling. I felt like I had done something wrong or that it was my fault even though I know there was nothing I could do. I was 5 weeks when I miscarried. These past couple of months have not been easy for me. It's been hard to go through the process of trying, succeeding and then losing. It can be a really defeating process and the thought of going through this all again is a little daunting at times. It's hard to not wonder if there is something wrong with me or if we can have any more kids. Maybe Trent was a miracle. Those thoughts are always in the back of my mind but I try really hard to not let them get me down. I think the biggest reason why I am taking this so hard is, I never thought It would happen to me. I always assumed that since Trent was an accident that I would get pregnant right off the bat and everything would be just roses and candy and everything would work out perfectly. I for, some reason, didn't think it would be this involved or this hard. Joke's on me I guess. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't usually share things this personal with the world but I felt, for some reason, that I needed to. I know things will get better and hopefully easier. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sorry for being m.i.a peeps! I really have no excuse. I have just been lazy and since it's been a while I figured it was time for an update. After the 4th of July the next exciting thing was celebrating my niece Kaena's 2nd birthday. We all went up to Jessica and Mika's house to celebrate and it was so fun. She is so adorable and is ALL girl. I just love it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On my actual birthday my parents came down and we had a little bbq and had a fun time relaxing and watching the olympics. Originally, the plan was to have no one come down on Sunday because I felt like making people drive twice would be unfair and no one besides my parents were suppose to come, but Jessica, Nicole and Trevor ended up making it down. It was such a fun time and a great way to spend my 25th birthday. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The following Thursday (August 9th) was our anniversary. 5 years of being together and 4 years of marriage. How crazy time flies! We ended up not being able to actually celebrate it on our day because of work but decided to celebrate it on the 13th because that was a day that my Mom could watch Trent. But before that we celebrated my Dad's birthday on the 11th of August. We drove up and had a fun day spending time with family. Can't believe how old my dad is! haha. Then came the day to celebrate our anniversary. We dropped Trent off (without him caring at all because he loves g-ma) and walked around City Creek which is really really nice! I love the views of the Temple. It's really pretty. Then we went and saw the movie Prometheus at the dollar theater in Sugarhouse and it was amazing!! It shouldn't have been rated R though. There was nothing in it. But it was a really good movie and Eric loved it. Then we headed to Salt Lake to eat at Tucano's. I eat like a MAN when I go there. I just love it so much. Such good food. I originally wanted to go to the Roof Resturant at the top of the Joseph Smith Buidling but then decided 2 things. The first was, I didn't really want to pay 41.00 a plate for a buffet. The second was, I heard the portions are tiny and I say boo to paying a lot to get nothing. I would rather eat at Red Robin or some place like that than pay a ton for food and get nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fourth of July is one of my favorite holiday's. We always end up doing something really fun and this year was no disappointment. This year my Dad, brother and I signed up to run the Freedom run 5k. The night before I was really getting amped up for the race and wanted to get some good sleep so I would have enough energy to run. PROBLEM. I live right on 800 N which is a main street and with people camping out for the parade that meant A LOT of cars/motorcycles driving and then fireworks were going off all night so I basically got like 5 hours of sleep. Oh well. I woke up on the 4th, tried to force myself to eat a protein bar (I never eat that early so my body's not use to it) and then my dad, Josh and I headed right out my front door to where the race began. Pretty convienent. Although last year I wanted to rip the freedom race apart because they put the speakers right outside my front door and blasted their music which totally woke Trent up and he was only 3 months so yeah I was pissed. Anywho, we went to where they had the 10 min mile runners and waited for the race to begin. Now, don't be judging. Yeah I am not a fast runner BUT my time has been improving. When I first ran 3 miles my time was around 35 mins but I have been able to get it down to around 32. So the announcers counted down and we were off! I started out pretty strong and felt really great. It was awesome to see all the different people dressed up in red, white and blue costumes. I didn't really start feeling tired until 2.5 miles. The last part of the race was up a hill and the stupid girl I am didn't train on hills so I was a little nervous I would have to stop. But when I would look to my left and see freaking 8 year olds zooming past me or look to my right and see fatty's making it up the hill I knew I couldn't stop. I pushed and finally made it to the end and got my personal best of 31.19 mins! I was pretty stoked especially since I am not use to hills. It was such a cool experience to run it with my dad and my bro. Well actually, Josh is a much faster runner than my dad and I so he didn't really run with us at all. But I loved every minute of it and want to train for the 10k next year! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My little man is 14 freakin months old!! I haven't done a post about the little squirt so I decided I would. We call him destructore because all he does is knock things over, pull things down and get into EVERYTHING. His new new favorite thing is to color and not only on coloring books, but on my dishwasher, walls and oven. It's just splendid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His favorite snack is gold fishies. I will open the cupboard and then in a high pitch squeal he says "fishies, fishies fishies fishies" about a billion times until I give them to him. He loves to say aw man, ouch, cup, again and my personal favorite touchdown. Whenever he says touchdown he raises his arms in the air. We are totally training him for football season. He loves to climb on the couch and jump up and down. I hate it though because he hasn't really learned how to get down the right way so if I don't watch him he will just fall off. He loves swimming almost more than anything! He could be in the water all day if I would let him. My favorite thing that he does now is he will randomly come up to me and give me "loves". He puts his arms around me and gives me the biggest hug and while he's hugging me he pats my back. It's the cutest thing. If it's a good day and you catch him at the right moment he will give you kisses which consist of him sticking his tongue out and basically licking you but I love it. One thing that he loves more than anything is the movie "Tangled". He will sit and watch that every day for about an hour. The best part is he will start laughing at the funny parts! We get a kick out of it. Although, I basically have one of the songs from that movie stuck in my head all day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Trent is turning into such a little independent thinker and it's so fun to watch him grow. He brings such a joy to my life and I can't believe how big he is! </span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-90461630060074183942012-06-20T16:24:00.000-07:002012-06-20T16:25:19.630-07:00Life's not fair.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If I were to sum up this year in one phrase, that would be it. As I get older this concept is one that is becoming harder and harder for me. This past year there has been some drama and this saying keeps creeping back up with said drama. I try to be a nice, caring, honest, forgiving person and so when people do things that are the complete opposite of that just because they can, it just blows my mind. That's the hardest part of "life's not fair." Who said just because you are trying to be a good person doesn't mean that stupid/immature people won't try to do mean things to you and spread lies about you? I for some reason thought that because I'm a nice person no one would want to do mean things to me. But there you are trying to be a good person and BAM something happens and someone spreads some lie about you that is completely false. Yet if you were to say anything to correct that wrong you are the bad guy and you aren't the adult because you said something to try and correct it. Then even if you did say something to try and correct it that person has probably made up some delusional reality and won't believe you any way. The hardest part is knowing that you have done absolutely nothing wrong yet now you are labeled as the bad guy, the one who has issues and the one who can't let anything go. And if you do say something then you have to deal with the consequences of that choice and the drama that will most definitely ensue after. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am not a confrontational person but if it needs to happen I will do it. I generally don't let people walk all over me but I also let go of things pretty quickly. I don't like lingering on what's happened because once something has happened, there is no way to take it back so, why obsess about it. But these past couple months I feel like it has been one thing after another that I am having to let go of or try to be the bigger person. It gets so tiring and all I have to say is that it sucks. Sometimes being the bigger person sucks. Sometimes I would love to just give the person who's creating drama and being a complete liar/manipulator a piece of my mind. But then I think of a line from the movie "You've got mail." (One of my ALL TIME favorites)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know that if I were to say exactly what I wanted to, it would only make me feel worse. Even though this person probably deserves to have me give them a piece of my mind, it's just not worth it. Then I think, I am happy. I do have a happy life and I will be a better person for learning this lesson of "life's not fair." I know it will make me a stronger person and that those people who are like that will end up alone, bitter and unhappy. I just wish that I didn't have to loose relationships and have people believing false things about me to learn this lesson. But once again I will be the bigger person, suck it up and put a smile on my face because that's the right thing to do. Right? </span> </span></span></span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-49397278684415797612012-06-05T16:07:00.000-07:002012-06-05T16:07:08.659-07:00Updates<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well it's been almost six months since I posted my New Year's resolutions and I thought I would give a quick update on how I am doing mainly to help me stay motivated. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The first on the list was to loose weight and be at what I was before I had Trent. I am happy to report that I did it! I have lost 12 pounds and I'm not stopping there! It's been really hard to stay motivated and count calories all the flippin time but it has been worth it. The funny thing is even though I have lost the weight I am still depressed about my body. I carry like all my weight in my lower stomach area and always have so when I got pregnant I thought, well there is a little extra cushion so I shouldn't get too stretched out right?<u><b> WRONG</b></u>. At the time, I didn't realize that I was going to have a 9lb baby and how big I would get but I got very large with Trent. Which now equals, yucky, stretched out skin that is just all in my lower stomach that I feel like won't go away. This also means muffin top. The problem is I don't have a butt so jeans that fit me around the waist are baggy in my butt, but jeans that fit my butt give me muffin top. I realize as I am writing this that I am major complaining and I should be happy that I lost weight but when you are use to being and looking a certain way your whole life it's really hard to accept the new body you have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The second one was to cook more and once again I am happy to say I have accomplished this one as well! The month of January wasn't the greatest and was a little rough in the beginning but we only eat out once a week now and I must say I have been enjoying finding new recipes to cook with. I still love baking way more than cooking though. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am sad to say that being more laid back and giving people the benefit of the doubt has been harder for me than expected. I don't mean to sound mean or offensive but people are just plain stupid! I'll just leave it at that and say I am still working on this one..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The last three resolutions were to go outside more, which Trent and I go for a walk every day weather permitting, try and be more appreciative of Utah, haven't really worked on but it hasn't gotten worse and have a better attitude about life. The have a better attitude about life is an ironic one for me right now simply because life has been a struggle lately. Things aren't planning out the way I thought they would and there have been some set backs but I know that as long as Eric and I work together everything will be okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">5 out of 10 accomplished so far. Meh not to bad but hopefully I can accomplish the rest these next 6 months! </span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-51196850214573493102012-05-10T18:38:00.000-07:002012-05-10T18:38:14.216-07:00Running<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's always been a love/hate thing for me but (ironically) as I was running the other day I realized I have been running since the 7th grade. In 7th & 8th grade, for P.E., they would make us run a mile once a week. Then my freshman year they would make us run around the track for an hour and a half (our high school had a block of 4 classes each and hour and a half long and then at the end of the semester we would switch and go to different classes). Then Sophomore year every Tues and Thurs we would have to run a cross country sprint. That SUCKED. Then Jr & Sr year I did aerobics. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The point to this long background history on my running is before Trent I was pretty healthy. I tried to not eat out as much and tried to work out here and there but nothing ever consistent. After I had Trent I realized that as the mom I have complete control over how my children will turn out, health wise. If I don't set the example on being healthy my children will only learn bad habits and acquire a taste for unhealthy things. <u><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I</b></span></u> have to be healthy and <u><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></b></u> have to teach him how to be so he can be active and lead a healthy life. The desire to be healthier all started after new year's. I made resolution's to cook more and loose weight. At first I was only planning on doing this until I had lost the weight I wanted but as I have been doing this since Feb I realized that it's a lifestyle change that I need to stick with. Being active 4 times a week does not only keep me physically fit but it also gets me out and makes me a better mom. I use to hate running and to be honest it isn't my favorite thing to do but I do love how it challenges me and pushes me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The concept of wants and needs has always been a hard one for me. I feel like I <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>NEED</b></span> everything but when I stop to think I realize It's probably just a want. When I was single and making the cash I didn't feel bad at all when I would blow all my paycheck on clothes. I had a horrible jean obsession (14 pairs</span>). <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Which looking back on it now, why couldn't it have been a shoe obsession because can I fit into all those jeans now? NOPE. Now that I am married and it's <b><u>our</u></b> money instead of money it's really hard to justify spending money on things I actually really need. I have never been a huge shopper. Don't get me wrong I love buying things but I don't like to be shopping for hours on end. I get in, get what I want and then leave. It's even harder for me to spend money on myself now that I have Trent. It's so much easier for me to justify buying him clothes especially when his clothes are a ton cheaper than anything I would buy. You would think with Mother's Day right around the corner my problem would be solved. I can buy myself something and not feel guilty! Nope..I want/need so many different things. Like this makeup:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My hair has been going brown (not hatin against the brown haired folk) but I want it to be really blonde again. My hair use to be soo blonde and it's fading. It makes me sad. I also really need a haircut. That is straight up a need. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />You see my problem? All of these things are not cheap and I really need/want them. The one good thing is my birthday is coming up in August along with my anniversary so hopefully I will be able to get some of these things. Let's just hope I don't spend it all on Trent though!</span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-89708318828298865112012-04-16T22:01:00.000-07:002012-04-16T22:01:49.037-07:00Trent turns 1!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My baby boy turned 1! It's crazy how fast time flies and It has been one of the best years of my life. I have been so excited for his birthday that I bought decorations and had everything all planned since the beginning of March. I decided to an Elmo theme (or as Trent says "melmo") since Elmo is his <u><b>ABSOLUTE</b></u> favorite. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We spent the morning/afternoon playing, napping and getting ready for the party that night. For his birthday dinner </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we took him to Pizza Pie Cafe since pizza is one of his favorite things. He can eat a whole piece. Yeah he's kind of a porker.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh he also LOVES soda. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He points to EVERYTHING and say "dat" which means that. He wants to know what everything is and gets angry when you don't tell him what he's pointing at.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He can tell you what the lion, sheep, monkey and cow say. He can say the words duck, nana (which is grandma) heho (hello), go, mama, dada, night night, that, uh oh and oh wow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He didn't have any teeth until two weeks ago and then all of a sudden his bottom two came in and now the top two are coming in at the same time. He has been super grumpy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He will eat anything you give him. He has tried sauerkraut and pickles and loved both. When he wants food that you have, he starts saying "oo oo oo" really loud and clenching his fists. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When Elmo's world comes on he starts laughing and clapping his hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If he has something and you ask him "can I have that?" he will start smiling and give you what he has in his hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you ask him to give you loves he will put his arms around your neck and put his head on your shoulders.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yesterday we (finally) took Trent to get professional pictures done. I was <strike>really</strike></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">extremely worried because Trent finally cut his first tooth so he has been a little grumpy/clingy lately. But I was determined to get them done so I put some Ibuprofen in him, brought down the Grandma for backup and off we went! At first Trent was kind of okay but then once the lady started taking the pictures and the camera started flashing he was <b><u><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOT</span></u></b> having any of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is how he was for the first 30 minuets of the shoot. Then my Mom with her Grandma powers got him to calm down and was able to refocus him. I then decided to give him some goldfishies since he loves them and food generally calms him down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">1. What is with girls taking 5 million hours to get ready to go to the gym. I had a roommate who took 45 mins to get ready to go to the gym and I am not even lying. I just have never understood why girls have to get all gorgeous when they are just going to sweat it all off. Plus the fact that the guys at the gym aren't all that great. They all look like tools to me while they look at themselves in the mirror and work out. You know those guys are thinking to themselves that they are b.a.m.f.s because of there muscles and by how much they can bench. Yeah no thanks. I'm not saying you have to look like a frump but do you really have to put on mounds of makeup and do your hair? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2. When I was pregnant I got to a point where I just wanted Trent out. Big is an understatement of what I was in the end. I was a huge heffer that could barely get out of the car, bed or off the couch. But no matter how uncomfortable I was and no matter how much I wanted Trent out, I realized that he would come when he was ready. I had a friend tell me a story about a women who went to the hospital to be checked at 38 weeks and then was told to go home because it wasn't time. Most people would have been bummed and just left but she refused to go home. SHE wanted the baby out right then because that was more convenient for her. So they induced her and I'm sure everything went fine but I just didn't understand that. Motherhood = sacrifice. The second you get pregnant you start sacrificing. You start being super moody, for most people throwing up on a daily basis, feeling like super crap, not sleeping because you have to pee every 30 seconds, for most you gain more weight then you have ever in your life, you worry about if you have felt the baby or not, you spend a lot of money and time to make sure you have everything necessary for when the baby comes. Then when the baby comes you sacrifice your sleep, energy and everything else. So I just don't understand when women do things like that because THEY want the baby out when it's convenient for them. Well welcome to motherhood folks. Your life is no longer your own but revolves around that baby. Now I'm not talking about people who need to be induced because of health reasons or because they are overdue (like I was) but the women who purposely are induced because they don't want to be pregnant anymore. It's just not something I will ever understand. You are a mom and things are never going to be on your time frame again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 3. Construction is my worst nightmare. Ever since I moved here there has been construction on the I-15 somewhere. First it was up in Davis county where they built legacy. Then up in Layton. Then (where my sister Nicole use to live) off the Alpine/Highland exit, then the American Fork, Lindon, Pleasant Grove, Orem, Provo, Springville, Spanish Fork stretch. <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">HOLY DANG</span></b>. Will it ever stop!?! Oh probably once I move. The worst part is my family stretches from Saratoga Springs to South Jordan to Farmington and Fruit Heights. So who gets to drive in the lovely construction? Me. An example of how this stupid construction makes my life so much worse is last Wednesday we headed to my sister Nicole's new house in Saratoga Springs. There dishwasher wasn't working and since Eric does that kind of a thing we decided to go out and install their new one that they had ordered (which is an entirely long different story. If you want to read about it and see pictures of there new house head on over to Trevor and Nicole's blog http://theperfect-pace.blogspot.com/) we were driving (not during rush time) and all of a sudden traffic just comes to a complete stop. I quickly look on my phone and see that it is red for miles which usually means an accident. We exit and take the back way to her house which added an extra 30 min to our trip. I was annoyed but not that much because accidents happen and there was nothing I could do about it. But on the drive home I looked over and saw that there was traffic and realized that it wasn't an accident it was dang, darn, freaking construction! They were taking the lanes down from 4 to 2. It's the most frustrating thing in the world. I don't think it would be that bad if it hadn't been almost 5 years of constant construction. CAN IT PLEASE END!? If I move before the construction is over, I will come back when it's finished and do a dance because I will be so happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I have come to realize that St. Patrick's Day was a lot better when I was younger. My mom would put little green glitter everywhere and tell us that the leprechauns came and that we had to follow the glitter to get to the gold that he left for us (which was usually the gross chocolate gold coins). But it was still exciting. Now that I am older it's just an excuse for people to get drunk and seeings as I don't drink it's just kind of a meh day. I'm sure it will become better when my kids get older and I do things for them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But this year it was a very exciting day. My sisters and I decided to take the kids to the Living Planet Aquarium. It was such a blast!! It was so crazy with people since it was raining and a Saturday but it was still fun!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The best part was every fish he saw he would say "oooooo" "ooooo" and then point. One time he started gibber jabbering at them and then said "oh wow." It was the funniest thing ever! The cool thing about the Aquarium was they had a jungle part and they had an anaconda! I had never seen one in person before and it was freakin huge! I would shart my pants if I saw that in person. They also had this spider called the "Bird eating spider" and it made me want to die because I kid you not it was bigger than my hand. Spiders just need to all die and go away. They also had penguins and otters. The otters were sleeping so we didn't get to see much of them but the penguins were so fun! They had just fed them so they were diving and going all crazy. Trent was just staring at them in awe of what was happening. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was such a fun day. I can't imagine what he will do when we take him to the Zoo this Summer. I can't wait!</span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-49063506845699874852012-03-06T17:36:00.001-08:002012-03-06T17:36:58.263-08:00Month of first's<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To say I love warm weather is a <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>HUGE</b></span> understatement. I can't even begin to describe how much I love Spring and Summer because it means warmth. So when yesterday was predicted to be 60 degrees I almost died with happiness and new I had to get Trent out of the house. Before it got cold Eric and I would take Trent out for walks all the time and since we live seconds away from a pond that has ducks in it we tried to take advantage of the warm weather before it turned butt cold. Trent loved being outside and looking at the ducks, turtles, leaves, cars, grass and everything else. So with yesterday being the first warm day of the season I decided we should take Trent to the park since he had never been. He loved, loved, loved it! The swings were his favorite thing. He was just meh with the slides and when we got down the slide he would take Eric or my hand and pull us towards the swing. He only lasted about a half an hour because nap time was close but we had so much fun. I can't wait to take him back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Our little man is 10 months! We are really glad that last month is over. With a gastrointestinal virus, diarrhea because of the virus, diaper rash because of the diarrhea caused by the virus, the flu shot and a yeast infection it was not a fun month. He handled it all like a champ though so I really shouldn't complain. We had A LOT of naked time to air out his neither regions and I am pretty convinced he LOVES being naked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He says mama, dada, uh oh, wow and night night. When he says wow he doesn't just say it once it's more like wow, wow, wow, wow. We are currently working on hello and bye bye. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In baby sign language he knows more, all done and food/hungry. It's so nice he can communicate when he's all done eating. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This month has been crazy with contract signings so I don't have any pictures but I will try and take some. I am not gonna lie, I can't wait for this month to be over!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">6. I love watching chick flicks. I think my favorite all time is the Holiday (even though Jude Law is a jerk in real life he still is nice to look at). I just love the cute love stories and that people over come things and obstacles and love prevails. I know they aren't realistic but it's my guilty pleasure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">7. Speaking of guilty pleasures my favorite one is Jersey Shore. I freakin love that show. I know it's trash but I can't help but love it. LEZbehonest. TAXI SONO QUI!</span>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-11987479931867985862012-01-21T14:57:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:57:25.863-08:00A long long time ago....<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Like I said before, I was on a budget but I was pretty proud and really excited for Eric to see it. I was so excited that I couldn't wait for him to wake up and see it the next morning so I had him see it like right after I was done decorating because I couldn't wait. He loved it and said it was awesome. The next day everyone, except for Trevor because he had to work (we missed you Trevor!) came down for brownies and presents. Eric got his Star Wars quilt, an amazon gift card and his golf bag that he had been wanting for almost a year. All in all Eric told me that this was the best birthday he had ever had and that just made my day. I can't believe he is 28! 2 years away and he is 30. CRAZY! I love Eric so much and was so excited and happy he had such a great birthday. Happy late birthday babe!</span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My sweet little boy is 9 months! I am so blessed to have him in my life and watching him explore the world is such a joy. He has been walking along things for about 2 months now and any day he will take his first steps. He can stand on his own for about 4 seconds and then falls down. I am pretty convinced that he can walk on his own but just doesn't want to. Crawling is effective, fast and he already knows how to do it. I am totally fine with him not walking yet because I just know it will make my life a littler harder because he wants <b>EVERYTHING </b>he can't have, as most babies do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He loves loves to dance. Eric and I recently watched all of the Big Bang Theory episodes (not all in one day and only a couple a day) and every time the song came on he would start flapping his arms up and down and get the biggest smile. He loves music and loves when I sing to him. When he is grumpy or mad it always helps calm him down. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He still has no teeth! It's hilarious when he smiles wide and I see just gums. He has started giving this cheesy smile and it's hilarious to see with no teeth. Although, I am pretty sure he is teething right now because he is just biting down on everything. He has always been a drool bucket from the start so that is nothing new but anything he can get his gums on he will chomp on. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He loves shoes and socks. It's really funny because he will take his sock off of his foot, put it in his mouth and leave it there while he crawls around and plays. He gets really mad when I take it out of his mouth and put it back on his foot.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> He <b>LOVES</b> baths but I have to be honest, I don't! He gets so excited and starts laughing when I get the water running and can't wait to get in but once he does all hell breaks loose. I have toys and toys but nope. All he wants to do is get my shampoo, the soap, the faucet, stand up, stand down, crawl around. When he doesn't get those things, he screams at me so by the end of it I am exhausted. I don't know if that is just Trent or if that is typical baby but I pray he grows out of it but I have a feeling that he won't.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Trent loves people. He use to be really shy but if someone walks up to him and smiles he will give them the biggest smile and wave. He loves to wave hello, goodbye and to point. He points at everything. He is my little social butterfly. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He loves Sesame Street and especially loves Elmo. If I let him, he would probably watch Elmo all day. I'll admit, sometimes when I need a break I will put it on for 10-15 mins and just rest. When the song "Elmo's world" comes on he will start dancing and start laughing. He laughs a lot and has recently started making himself laugh. It's so cute. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't have any stats since his appointment is next month but I do know how much he weighs. He is 21lbs and going strong. I love his chunky thighs. He is such a sweet boy and loves to give mommy hugs and I love getting them!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So in the spirit of the new year coming up I thought I would write down some of my resolutions. I have never been a big "resolution" kind of a person but it's never to late to start. 2011 has been a really good year. I had a baby, bought a new car (which desperately needed to happen), my sister got married and my brother in law went on a mission to Japan. So I am hoping that 2012 will be equally as good. Trent will turn 1, my husband will turn 28 (weird) and hopefully our future will become a little more secure. I think one of the reason's why I don't really like resolutions is if I don't accomplish them, I feel like a failure. But it can't hurt to try! So my resolution list for 2012 is:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">1. Loose weight. I only have 10 pounds to be at what I was before I had Trent but I carry my weight differently now and it makes me depressed because my jeans fit differently which makes me feel like a hippo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367599094026578912.post-10008704203064313422011-12-26T20:52:00.000-08:002011-12-26T21:13:22.029-08:00A Christmas story<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Trent's first Christmas was a success! He didn't really understand what was going on and he was more excited about the wrapping paper and boxes (which I knew he would be) but it was still so much fun seeing his faces. He got a TON of new toys. We were especially excited for the walker that he got because he has been walking along side basically anything he can and so this will help him with the motion of putting one foot in front of the other. I know I shouldn't be pushing him walking as much as I am but he gets so frustrated that I know he will be happier that he's walking even though I probably won't. He also loves this little baby piano that we got him and this light up phone. Christmas came and went way to fast, as it always does, and I can't wait until next year already! Next year will be way more fun because he will understand things a little better. A little Christmas present for me from Trent was him being able to do the hand motion of "more". I have been working on baby sign language with him and one day I did it and then he did it right after me! It was so cool to see him put the two together. He has been doing it every day since and it's so exciting. We have been working on "all done" for a while and he watches me very intently when I do it but doesn't quite have the had motion down yet. But "more" is enough for me right now! If that's all I got for Christmas that would have been fine with me. For Christmas this year we went up to my parents house and it was really fun to be up there with all my family. We all spent a couple of days up there and even though it was really loud we always have the best time. I love my family so much and am so thankful for them. I love them more than anything in this world and am so glad I have them! I love how much we laugh when we get together and how many good memories we have. I love Christmas and the spirit it brings and am sad it's already gone but now on to the next thing which is Eric's birthday. I can't believe he is turning 28. What an oldie! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Last weekend my Mom, sisters and I went down to Vegas for my sister Jessica's birthday. Her birthday is in November but her husband bought us all tickets to Phantom and a hotel room at the Paris hotel. I was super stoked since I had never been to Vegas before. (Obviously when we drive down to Southern Cal we drive past it but we never stop and look around.) It was a quick trip just like Disneyland. We drove there Thursday and came back on Saturday. Everyone told me to be prepared as there are basically naked girls and smoke every where and man were they right. By the end of Friday I seriously could not handle the smoke smell anymore. That and the STUPID PEOPLE ON EVERY FREAKING CORNER TRYING TO GIVE ME A CARD WITH A NAKED CHICK ON IT. I yelled at one of them "I DON'T WANT NO NUDIES." The best was my oldest sister Jamie screaming "If I want to look at boobs I'll look at my own!" Stop trying to get me to go to a club and stop trying to get me to take your nasty cards cause it ain't gonna happen. Just let me walk in peace and enjoy my time! Anyways, other than that Vegas was a lot of fun. I enjoyed seeing the fountains at the Bellagio, the decorations inside the Bellagio, the lions at MGM, the M&M factory, the Venetian (which I think was my favorite hotel) and everything else. Our room at the Paris was awesome and the best part was the Sugar factory which not only had everything sugar you could imagine but it had an amazing restaurant. The other really fun place we ate was in the New York New York. It was this sports place that had giant tv's and good food. Phantom was seriously SO good. I recommend everyone seeing it. I had seen it before when I was 8 in San Fransisco so I didn't have the best memories of it but I had obviously seen it recently because we own the movie. Anyone that hasn't seen it live should because it is 10 million times better live. Overall it was one of the best weekends of my life. I love getting together with my mom and sisters because we are always laughing super hard and having such a fun time when we do. We always are silly and goofy and it's so fun just to let loose. I know we won't always be living this close so it was a wonderful memory that I will always have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This year for Thanksgiving we went to Southern California to visit Eric's family. I was so excited and ready for the 70 degree weather but I was not excited on how we were getting there. Instead of paying a ton of money and flying we decided it would be smarter to drive. Which meant a 10 hour drive with a 7 and a half month old baby. So we packed up and left at 12:00 in the afternoon and to my delight Trent did pretty good except at the very end. 9 1/2 hours of driving + sitting in traffic for 45 min = a <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>MAJOR </b></span>melt down. He ended up crying himself to sleep despite all of my efforts in trying to calm him down. So needless to say I was really happy when we finally made it to Eric's house. It was a wonderful, relaxing, uneventful week filled with mouth watering food, family and warm weather. It's always so fun to get away from it all and not have to worry about anything. Trent loved it because obviously Eric's parents house is a ton bigger than our tiny apartment which meant Trent had a ton of room to play and crawl around. He loved being with his aunts, uncles and especially Eric's mom. She would sing this one song in french to Trent (no she's not french but just took a lot of french classes) and every time she did Trent would always get super calm and just stare at her. It was really cute. I was really worried because he is getting into the stranger danger age and he is really shy but he took to Holley (Eric's mom) really fast. As always Thanksgiving day was so awesome and I stuffed my face way to much but loved every minute of it. It was really weird not having Eric's younger brother Troy there because he is on his mission in Japan but Troy had sent home pictures so that helped. Before I knew it the week had passed and it was time to come home. I was really anxious about the drive back but we decided we would try something different. Instead of leaving at 12 in the afternoon we left at 3 in the morning and it was so much better. Trent basically slept the whole way and It was a much easier drive. I hate that we only get together with Eric's family twice a year but with all of our schedules it gets to hard to try and get together more than that. Especially since the next time we see them Trent will be over a year old. He is already pulling himself up and walking along side the couch and can stand up for about 3 seconds without any support. We still don't have any teeth yet but I'm sure they will come in soon. Sorry this isn't the most exciting post, I never take pictures when I go to Cali mainly because we don't really do a whole lot. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Now on to the<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> BEST PART OF THE YEAR.</b></span> Christmas. Oh yeah I was so stoked for Christmas that the night we got home from Cali I put up our Christmas lights and decorations even though I was so exhausted. I LOVE CHRISTMAS. </span></div>Eric and Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730334340001202301noreply@blogger.com0