Friday, April 9, 2010
Friday, July 31, 2009
Who does he think he is?
My husband is cheating on me. With the girl from my favorite reality TV show. All to get just a few minutes of fame. Jaron, don't you know that everyone knows you are married with a child and another one on the way? Get OFF of the TV! You are making a fool out of yourself. The fact that both you and Ed are 29 years old, Chicago Cubs fans, and like to wear "man-kini's" cannot be a mere coincidence.
Jill, I'll forgive you because you probably didn't know the truth before you fell in love with him. But he's MINE and you can't have him. Sorry. Good news though...Reed is outside your door hoping once again that maybe, you have had a change of heart and really DO want to marry him. So I say, Go for it! There is no need to live your life alone.
Jaron, get your a** home. The lawn needs to be mowed.
(Ed from ABC's The Bachelorette, 2009)
(Jaron, with his FAMILY...hint, hint, Jill)
Jill, I'll forgive you because you probably didn't know the truth before you fell in love with him. But he's MINE and you can't have him. Sorry. Good news though...Reed is outside your door hoping once again that maybe, you have had a change of heart and really DO want to marry him. So I say, Go for it! There is no need to live your life alone.
Jaron, get your a** home. The lawn needs to be mowed.
(Ed from ABC's The Bachelorette, 2009)
(Jaron, with his FAMILY...hint, hint, Jill)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Holiday at the Family Ranch
Our family spends the 24th of July holiday every year at our family ranch in Fairview, UT. My great-grandfather and my grandmother were both born at the house that my grandparents still own today! Not much has changed since I spent holidays here as a child...I am so glad that my own daughter gets to create these same memories! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!!!
Kawehi Ona Pua
She's so used to "Mommy the Photographer" that she automatically poses every time I take her picture...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
You know you've gained weight when...
(a twist on my "You know you're pregnant when..." posts)
Your 4-year-old daughter comes up behind you while you're putting on makeup, and insistently tries to pull and stretch your underwear over your "derriere" to make them cover a little more...area...
"uggghh, if they could just...errr, stretch a little this way...ummmm, nope. These are not going to work." ---Livia
Your 4-year-old daughter comes up behind you while you're putting on makeup, and insistently tries to pull and stretch your underwear over your "derriere" to make them cover a little more...area...
"uggghh, if they could just...errr, stretch a little this way...ummmm, nope. These are not going to work." ---Livia
I must be carrying the spawn of...
Chuck Norris.
He's practicing his karate skills on my belly button right now. He's probably chewing on tin-foil and contemplating his escape from solitary confinement.
I bet he even has a red beard and a little ninja suit.
He weighs barely over a pound is the size of a large mango, but has the strength of a full-grown man with a black belt in Jiu Jitsu. I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with a fractured rib or two.
I probably won't even have to push him out when he's born. He'll just karate-chop or round-house kick his way out of my stomach. I'm even considering throwing out the name we have picked for him and going with something like...Walker Texas Ranger.
Mmmm....I'm suddenly craving BBQ. Coincidence?
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I'm officially a soccer mom!
I'm a little behind with this post, but I can't move on until it is shared. Little L just finished with her first soccer season, and what the treat it was for all who witnessed.
She played on a team with 7 other adorable little girls, ages 4-6. Liv was one of the youngest on the team (we actually had to fib her birthdate in order for her to play...don't judge!) They had one practice before the season began at the end of April. One practice, that was it. Then they were basically thrown onto the soccer field and told to run, chase the ball, and kick it into the goal. No, not that goal...the other one. It was PURE entertainment for eight weeks. While Liv seemed to have a great deal of natural athletic ability (according to her coach), she was in la-la land most of the time, aimlessly running around the field, playing with puppies on the sidelines, huffing and puffing like "okay, when is it my turn to sit out?", and best of all, growling. Yes, she spent a good part of her time on the field growling and baring her teeth at the other team. Now, I have no idea where she learned this...her Dad and I definitely did not teach her this nor did we encourage it. The girls on the other team just looked at her like, "Jeez, who is this kid?" while the parents just laughed hysterically. At the end of one of the games, her coach said loudly, "Well, Livia definitely gets the spirit award!"
We later asked her why she was doing this (and encouraged her to please, stop) and she said, "I'm a tiger!" Oh, now this all made sense...tiger's are her favorite animal of the moment. The soccer field just must have brought out her alter ego...
So, below are some of the pics of the first game, including her favorite part, half-time snacks! Sadly, I missed this game due to a trip with my sisters in California. Daddy took her to the game and got her ready (even put her hair up in a ponytail with a bow matching her uniform). I woke up in California on the morning of the game to a new text message from my mom...she was at the game and had sent me a picture. When I saw my baby girl on the field in her uniform, with her hair all done by Daddy, I just BURST into tears...how could I be missing this? Well, I didn't make that mistake again! What a fun season it was...now time to gear up for Fall!
You know you're pregnant when...
...you get up 3 times in the middle of the night to pee, wake up in the morning, go again, and are still able to give your doctor a full urine sample 20 minutes later. And all without having anything to drink in 10 hours.
Welcome to my day...so far. Glory!
Welcome to my day...so far. Glory!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
We're having a...
BOY!!! And more importantly, so far he's perfectly healthy...
Yes, Jaron is getting his son! We both feel so blessed we will have the opportunity to raise one of each, both a boy and a girl. And while we would of course been completely happy to have another girl, I can't say we aren't both a bit excited and relieved to find out this one was a boy. For Jaron, the excitement and relief comes from some added testosterone in the house along with the opportunity to be forever involved in sports. If you know him at all, then you know just what a jock he is...he loves every sport, and is good at playing almost every sport as well. However, I like to tease him and tell him that it is Livia who will be his little athlete...his son may just turn out to be a big, mushy momma's boy (actually I use another word, but I'll edit for crassness). And then there is the excitement and relief on my end...for the fact that this will most likely be the final addition to our family. We are pretty sure that two children is the perfect amount for us...two parents, two children...two open hands for each child...it just makes sense. Adding another element to that would seem to throw everything a little off balance. I know what I can handle, and I'd rather not test my limits. So, the fact that this baby is a boy means we won't have to continue trying for one, and who knows, ending up with only more girls! So, for now, we are satisfied with our little family. In the future? Only time will tell....
In Jaron's disbelief at the Dr's office, he kept asking the nurse, "So, you're SURE it's a boy?" And we all looked at him, laughed, and said, "Have you not seen the picture?" I, on the other hand, was not at all surprised. Just as I knew very early on that Liv was a girl, I've felt all along that this one was a boy. I don't know why...I just never pictured it any other way. Look to the left of the picture posted below...you will see a leg on either side of a rather large, turtle-looking thing. Yes, that is our proof. Jaron proudly carries this picture in his wallet and shows it off to, oh, pretty much everyone. All I have to say is, WHOA. How do I take care of that thing???
Can't wait to meet you, little one!!!
Yes, Jaron is getting his son! We both feel so blessed we will have the opportunity to raise one of each, both a boy and a girl. And while we would of course been completely happy to have another girl, I can't say we aren't both a bit excited and relieved to find out this one was a boy. For Jaron, the excitement and relief comes from some added testosterone in the house along with the opportunity to be forever involved in sports. If you know him at all, then you know just what a jock he is...he loves every sport, and is good at playing almost every sport as well. However, I like to tease him and tell him that it is Livia who will be his little athlete...his son may just turn out to be a big, mushy momma's boy (actually I use another word, but I'll edit for crassness). And then there is the excitement and relief on my end...for the fact that this will most likely be the final addition to our family. We are pretty sure that two children is the perfect amount for us...two parents, two children...two open hands for each child...it just makes sense. Adding another element to that would seem to throw everything a little off balance. I know what I can handle, and I'd rather not test my limits. So, the fact that this baby is a boy means we won't have to continue trying for one, and who knows, ending up with only more girls! So, for now, we are satisfied with our little family. In the future? Only time will tell....
In Jaron's disbelief at the Dr's office, he kept asking the nurse, "So, you're SURE it's a boy?" And we all looked at him, laughed, and said, "Have you not seen the picture?" I, on the other hand, was not at all surprised. Just as I knew very early on that Liv was a girl, I've felt all along that this one was a boy. I don't know why...I just never pictured it any other way. Look to the left of the picture posted below...you will see a leg on either side of a rather large, turtle-looking thing. Yes, that is our proof. Jaron proudly carries this picture in his wallet and shows it off to, oh, pretty much everyone. All I have to say is, WHOA. How do I take care of that thing???
Can't wait to meet you, little one!!!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
You know you're pregnant when...
So I've decided to start a series of new posts beginning with "you know you're pregnant when..." There are just too many crazy things that happen on a daily basis while you are pregnant to pass up sharing with others. Or, at least myself for later reference.
So, here goes my first one. And I'm starting with something I've already felt for a long time, nothing new...I've probably already shared this thought with a few of you.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE PREGNANT WHEN...
You no longer find shopping for clothes an enjoyable experience. Actually, it's quite the opposite...DREADFUL.
Ugh...
So, here goes my first one. And I'm starting with something I've already felt for a long time, nothing new...I've probably already shared this thought with a few of you.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE PREGNANT WHEN...
You no longer find shopping for clothes an enjoyable experience. Actually, it's quite the opposite...DREADFUL.
Ugh...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Baby Leake Countdown!
Interested in pregnancy? Read about being
10 weeks pregnant, 20 weeks pregnant,
30 weeks pregnant and 40 weeks pregnant.
...and baby makes 4!
The REAL reason I started "Dioring" again... ;)
Well, the cat's finally out of the bag! Most of you have probably heard that we are expecting a new little addition to our family! We waited until after my 10 week appoitment last Tuesday to tell everyone...I really didn't think I could keep my mouth shut that long! Quite amazing...
Most of you know of our two year roller-coaster trying to get pregnant with no success (including two miscarriages). After some blood work was done earlier this year, my doctor discovered that my progesterone levels were extremely low...basically non-existant. Progesterone is the hormone needed to not only conceive a baby but also to sustain a pregnancy. So, that is why we were having so much trouble conceiving, and when I did conceive, I wasn't producing enough progesterone to stay pregnant. I was then prescribed Clomid - a fertility drug - in January. Since we had already planned and booked a Disneyland vacation this coming October for Livia's 5th birthday, Jaron and I decided to hold off on getting pregnant for a couple of months so I wouldn't be due during this time. I never even picked up the prescription because of this. Well, God had his own plans for me... I got pregnant anyway! I was a little worried that I had gotten pregnant without the Clomid because of my low progesterone levels. I called my doctor after I got my first positive test result and I was immediately put on progesterone supplements. I have to take them every night until I am 12 weeks along and my placenta takes over making the progesterone on its own. Because it is a hormone, the side effects basically just exacerbate my normal pregnancy symptoms, making me more tired, nauseous, etc. But so far, they are doing the trick! As long as I stay pregnant, I am not going to complain.
Because of all of this, we were a little more hesitant to tell everyone so soon this time. We decided to wait until we saw the baby's heartbeat on an ultrasound. With my second pregnancy in 2007, we took Livia with us to that first appointment (which was on my birthday) of course not thinking that anything would be wrong. When the doctor did the ultrasound, there was a baby, but no heartbeat. This of course was an incredibly devastating situation to be in, but what made it unbearable was having Livia there with us. I was trying so hard not to get too upset (as I didn't want to upset her) but I couldn't help just absolutely breaking down. I wanted to make sure that we didn't put Livia, ourselves, or anyone else in that situation again. This time, we even kept Livia in the dark about becoming a big sister until we knew everything was ok (she was left with grandma for the first appointment). Thank goodness we had nothing to fear this time around. Not only did we see the little heartbeat fluttering away on the ultrasound, we also saw little JJ kicking his legs and waving his arms! Amazing, seeing that I was only 10 weeks along and the baby was no bigger than a grape.
So, JJ is the name I so affectionately call my little peanut, which of course stands for Jaron Jr). This will not be the baby's name, but until that is figured out, this is what I have decided to call him (much to Jaron's chagrin). I say "him" because this baby surely must be a boy. I have NEVER been so hungry, no starving, wait...no, RAVENOUS as I have been so far in this pregnancy. I get to the point where I feel so sick that if I don't eat I feel like I'm going to kill someone (well, not really, but you know what I mean). And then I get sick BECAUSE I ate...it's a vicious cycle. Every two hours. I must eat. There must be food available to me at all times, because I never know... Honestly, I feel like a crazy person.
For example, two weeks ago we went to church (I ate before we left but pretty early on in the morning) and of course, the service ran late. We then had to go to the grocery store to buy a few things for a salad that I needed to make for dinner to take to my mom's that afternoon. By the time we got to the store, I was starving. I was surrounded by all of this food that I couldn't eat. It was maddening. I started feeling really upset about this, but tried my best to get through it. We got in the car and I was silent the whole way home...I was afraid I was going to scream or cry or...start vomiting while my head twisted around in circles?? I wasn't sure and I wasn't about to find out. When we got home I unpacked the groceries, and just started bawling. I began to angrily make the salad, violently chopping up vegetables through my tears. Jaron walked into the kitchen and looked at me like a) He felt incredibly sorry for me and also like b) I was crazy. He didn't even have to ask me what was wrong...he just started to immediately make me a sandwich. I love my husband. He knows how to deal with the pregnant version of me so well...I don't know what I would do without him.
I was not this hungry with Livia. Not even close. Especially in the 1st trimester, when you're so nauseous it's almost impossible to eat. I have already gained 5 lbs this trimester...I didn't gain any weight during my 1st trimester with Liv and only 35 lbs. during the whole pregnancy. I'm terrified of where I am headed (weight-wise) but at the same time, I don't care! This is the only time in my life where I am completely justified to eat anything and everything that I want. I have been eating alot of cereal (which is at least, a little healthy). I go through a family-size box of cereal and a half-gallon of milk every 2-3 days. I was loving Honey Bunches of Oats at first, but now I've moved on to Grape Nuts...and of course, a little bowl of Lucky Charms every now and then. :) Yuuuuummmmmyyyy....
I hope I am not boring you to death with my pregnancy happenings...I am mostly doing this for family who is not nearby to witness all of my pregzilla behavior for themselves. Hahahahaha...lucky them.
So, the countdown to November 5th begins! And yes, I am still planning on going to Disneyland in October. I will be 36-37 weeks pregnant, and my Dr. pretty much already told me "No", but I am NOT going to miss out on seeing my daughter's face the first time she walks into Disneyland. Of course I can't go on any rides, but really, I don't care. I just want to witness the experience through her eyes. If I have to drive there in a bus, I'll do it. Ya'll are crazy if you think otherwise...
Thank you all for ongoing love and support! I promise I'll keep you updated on my next 6 months!! BTW, I am HUGE already for only being 11 weeks along. I looked like this when I was 4-5 months along last time (check out the pic below).
xoxoxoxo,
Brittany
Well, the cat's finally out of the bag! Most of you have probably heard that we are expecting a new little addition to our family! We waited until after my 10 week appoitment last Tuesday to tell everyone...I really didn't think I could keep my mouth shut that long! Quite amazing...
Most of you know of our two year roller-coaster trying to get pregnant with no success (including two miscarriages). After some blood work was done earlier this year, my doctor discovered that my progesterone levels were extremely low...basically non-existant. Progesterone is the hormone needed to not only conceive a baby but also to sustain a pregnancy. So, that is why we were having so much trouble conceiving, and when I did conceive, I wasn't producing enough progesterone to stay pregnant. I was then prescribed Clomid - a fertility drug - in January. Since we had already planned and booked a Disneyland vacation this coming October for Livia's 5th birthday, Jaron and I decided to hold off on getting pregnant for a couple of months so I wouldn't be due during this time. I never even picked up the prescription because of this. Well, God had his own plans for me... I got pregnant anyway! I was a little worried that I had gotten pregnant without the Clomid because of my low progesterone levels. I called my doctor after I got my first positive test result and I was immediately put on progesterone supplements. I have to take them every night until I am 12 weeks along and my placenta takes over making the progesterone on its own. Because it is a hormone, the side effects basically just exacerbate my normal pregnancy symptoms, making me more tired, nauseous, etc. But so far, they are doing the trick! As long as I stay pregnant, I am not going to complain.
Because of all of this, we were a little more hesitant to tell everyone so soon this time. We decided to wait until we saw the baby's heartbeat on an ultrasound. With my second pregnancy in 2007, we took Livia with us to that first appointment (which was on my birthday) of course not thinking that anything would be wrong. When the doctor did the ultrasound, there was a baby, but no heartbeat. This of course was an incredibly devastating situation to be in, but what made it unbearable was having Livia there with us. I was trying so hard not to get too upset (as I didn't want to upset her) but I couldn't help just absolutely breaking down. I wanted to make sure that we didn't put Livia, ourselves, or anyone else in that situation again. This time, we even kept Livia in the dark about becoming a big sister until we knew everything was ok (she was left with grandma for the first appointment). Thank goodness we had nothing to fear this time around. Not only did we see the little heartbeat fluttering away on the ultrasound, we also saw little JJ kicking his legs and waving his arms! Amazing, seeing that I was only 10 weeks along and the baby was no bigger than a grape.
So, JJ is the name I so affectionately call my little peanut, which of course stands for Jaron Jr). This will not be the baby's name, but until that is figured out, this is what I have decided to call him (much to Jaron's chagrin). I say "him" because this baby surely must be a boy. I have NEVER been so hungry, no starving, wait...no, RAVENOUS as I have been so far in this pregnancy. I get to the point where I feel so sick that if I don't eat I feel like I'm going to kill someone (well, not really, but you know what I mean). And then I get sick BECAUSE I ate...it's a vicious cycle. Every two hours. I must eat. There must be food available to me at all times, because I never know... Honestly, I feel like a crazy person.
For example, two weeks ago we went to church (I ate before we left but pretty early on in the morning) and of course, the service ran late. We then had to go to the grocery store to buy a few things for a salad that I needed to make for dinner to take to my mom's that afternoon. By the time we got to the store, I was starving. I was surrounded by all of this food that I couldn't eat. It was maddening. I started feeling really upset about this, but tried my best to get through it. We got in the car and I was silent the whole way home...I was afraid I was going to scream or cry or...start vomiting while my head twisted around in circles?? I wasn't sure and I wasn't about to find out. When we got home I unpacked the groceries, and just started bawling. I began to angrily make the salad, violently chopping up vegetables through my tears. Jaron walked into the kitchen and looked at me like a) He felt incredibly sorry for me and also like b) I was crazy. He didn't even have to ask me what was wrong...he just started to immediately make me a sandwich. I love my husband. He knows how to deal with the pregnant version of me so well...I don't know what I would do without him.
I was not this hungry with Livia. Not even close. Especially in the 1st trimester, when you're so nauseous it's almost impossible to eat. I have already gained 5 lbs this trimester...I didn't gain any weight during my 1st trimester with Liv and only 35 lbs. during the whole pregnancy. I'm terrified of where I am headed (weight-wise) but at the same time, I don't care! This is the only time in my life where I am completely justified to eat anything and everything that I want. I have been eating alot of cereal (which is at least, a little healthy). I go through a family-size box of cereal and a half-gallon of milk every 2-3 days. I was loving Honey Bunches of Oats at first, but now I've moved on to Grape Nuts...and of course, a little bowl of Lucky Charms every now and then. :) Yuuuuummmmmyyyy....
I hope I am not boring you to death with my pregnancy happenings...I am mostly doing this for family who is not nearby to witness all of my pregzilla behavior for themselves. Hahahahaha...lucky them.
So, the countdown to November 5th begins! And yes, I am still planning on going to Disneyland in October. I will be 36-37 weeks pregnant, and my Dr. pretty much already told me "No", but I am NOT going to miss out on seeing my daughter's face the first time she walks into Disneyland. Of course I can't go on any rides, but really, I don't care. I just want to witness the experience through her eyes. If I have to drive there in a bus, I'll do it. Ya'll are crazy if you think otherwise...
Thank you all for ongoing love and support! I promise I'll keep you updated on my next 6 months!! BTW, I am HUGE already for only being 11 weeks along. I looked like this when I was 4-5 months along last time (check out the pic below).
xoxoxoxo,
Brittany
Monday, April 6, 2009
Up and Away!
Because of my lack of "Dioring" over the past few months, there are times when I may have to back-track a bit. This is one of those times. And since I finally took the time to upload pictures of my camera, I am discovering new things I need to "Dior" about.
As many of you know, I surprised my sweet, darling hub-a-lub on Valentines Day (acutally, it was the day before, Friday the 13th) with a Discovery Flight in a Cessna plane over the Salt Lake Valley. The best part (which I kept a surprise) was that our pilot would be...Jaron.
Now, I was already a little nervous that we were going to be flying on Friday the 13th (I'm really not superstitious, but...) and was even more nervous that this would be the very first time that Jaron would be flying a plane. I had no idea what to expect when we got there...Would they give him some kind of lesson? Would we have to watch a quick tutorial in movie-form? Would we have to sign a waiver, handing over our lives to these people? No. None of this. Nothing.
We arrived downtown at Leading Edge Aviation, a small cessna plane/jet center at the south end of Salt Lake Int'l Airport. We walk in, give them our names, and were then greeted by our pilot. He hands us each a set of headphones, and says "So, you ready to fly?" That was it! We checked out the plane, Jaron hopped in the "driver's" seat and the pilot tells/explains to Jaron how to taxi out the plane. We stop and wait to be cleared for take-off, while the pilot is explaining to Jaron how he is going to, in fact, do this. So after an exhilerating and near-textbook take-off, Jaron proceeded to fly us around the Salt Lake Valley. We headed south and Jaron flew us right over our house...it was surreal! I was giddy-excited and kept poking Jaron in the front seat and mouthing "Oh my gosh!" I didn't really like talking in the headphone mic's because my voice sounded funny and it made my eyes water...plus it was weird to be having a conversation with Jaron with the other pilot listening. Jaron was so quiet the whole time...I was like, "Honey, are you having fun?" He just kept opening his eyes up wide and shaking his head YES.
Needless to say, it was one of the coolest things we have ever done together. When we left I asked Jaron why he was so quiet. He said "Babe, I was just freaking out! I couldn't believe I was flying a plane and I didn't want to mess up!" Anyway, he said it topped the list of cool gifts I've given him (right alongside with taking him to Chicago for his birthday to watch a Cubs game at Wrigley Field) and told me that it meant alot to him because it was a completely self-less gift...it was something that was really about him, not about US.
So, check out the pics!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
April showers bring May flowers...March snowfalls bring...leaky roofs
Being a homeowner is a great blessing. Being a homeowner of a 30+ year old home however sometimes brings about great distress. All winter long, our sturdy little old home gave us no trouble. And then we had to have just ONE more snowstorm in the midst of beautiful spring weather...and now my house appears to be falling apart. Leaky roof = wet walls, wet carpet = people coming into my home ripping up my carpet, cutting holes in my walls = insurance claims, insurance deductibles = one giant mess. We made it through the entire winter...why must this happen now??
At least I have one great story to come of all this. It has to do with my sweet daughter and teaching her a lesson...or so we thought. After a series of holes, leaks, ruined carpet, insurance adjusters and disaster clean-up bids, I thought we were on our way to getting this mess taken care of. And then yesterday, on a completely different wall on a completely different area of the house, I noticed another soft looking, baseball sized spot on the wall. I gently pressed my finger on it to see if it was wet...Yes, it was soft and surely wet on the inside. Great. My husband came home, I showed this new impending disturbance to him, and we left the room to make another round of phone calls.
Well, we came back to look at the wall and noticed a perfect little four-year-old finger sized hole right through the wet spot. Jaron angrily called Liv into the room and asked her if she had done this, and in tears she admitted that yes, she had, and was then sent to her room for time out. A few minutes later, Jaron went into Liv's room to talk to her about what she had done. He found her behind the rocking chair in her room with a notepad and some markers. He asked her what she was doing and she looked at him in tears and handed him the paper she had been drawing on. She had drawn a picture of our family with water leaking down on us from the top of the page. Underneath our family she had written in her four-year-old handwriting..."I sori." Jaron scooped her up in his arms and brought her and the notepad into me to read. We gave her huge hugs and told her how much we loved it and how proud of her we were.
Yes, we were surprised that she could actually sound out the word "sorry" and write it down on paper at age 4, but we were even more surprised and proud about her huge heart and ability to understand what she had done. We thought we were teaching her a lesson, but it was Livia who taught us a lesson! We hardly ever have to get mad at her...she rarely gets into trouble and when she does, she immediately feels bad about it (as you can see)! I love her so much...Here are some fun pictures that help tell the story:
At least I have one great story to come of all this. It has to do with my sweet daughter and teaching her a lesson...or so we thought. After a series of holes, leaks, ruined carpet, insurance adjusters and disaster clean-up bids, I thought we were on our way to getting this mess taken care of. And then yesterday, on a completely different wall on a completely different area of the house, I noticed another soft looking, baseball sized spot on the wall. I gently pressed my finger on it to see if it was wet...Yes, it was soft and surely wet on the inside. Great. My husband came home, I showed this new impending disturbance to him, and we left the room to make another round of phone calls.
Well, we came back to look at the wall and noticed a perfect little four-year-old finger sized hole right through the wet spot. Jaron angrily called Liv into the room and asked her if she had done this, and in tears she admitted that yes, she had, and was then sent to her room for time out. A few minutes later, Jaron went into Liv's room to talk to her about what she had done. He found her behind the rocking chair in her room with a notepad and some markers. He asked her what she was doing and she looked at him in tears and handed him the paper she had been drawing on. She had drawn a picture of our family with water leaking down on us from the top of the page. Underneath our family she had written in her four-year-old handwriting..."I sori." Jaron scooped her up in his arms and brought her and the notepad into me to read. We gave her huge hugs and told her how much we loved it and how proud of her we were.
Yes, we were surprised that she could actually sound out the word "sorry" and write it down on paper at age 4, but we were even more surprised and proud about her huge heart and ability to understand what she had done. We thought we were teaching her a lesson, but it was Livia who taught us a lesson! We hardly ever have to get mad at her...she rarely gets into trouble and when she does, she immediately feels bad about it (as you can see)! I love her so much...Here are some fun pictures that help tell the story:
Friday, March 13, 2009
You have spoken, and I have answered
Gone since September, I've been gone since September. Gone since September, I've been gone since September...sorry, I got distracted. Where was I?
Oh yes. Here I am. Back in the world of social networking. I don't want to say that other four letter word. I am not making any promises, but I am back to give you valuable information and insights into my fascinating life. At least temporarily.
There are a few reasons I stopped doing this...this...bl...ing.
1) People started expecting me to do it. If you know me, then you understand that when things are expected of me, I have a startling desire to do the opposite, repelled by the very thing I may have once loved. For example, if I ever feel that I am "expected" to cook or clean, I will direct you to the location of the nearest McDonald's or give you the phone number of a great housekeeper I know. However, if these things are not "expected" of me, I will cook and clean up a storm, even finding pleasure in the tasks at hand. My husband had a clear understanding of this the day I met him almost 8 years ago.
2) I got a job. And I was busy. And I have a child. When I come for work at the end of the day, I run to her, not my computer. In my mind, this became one more thing on my to-do-list and was no longer enjoyable.
3) This reminds me of scrapbooking, in a way, only in a more technological form. And again, if you know me, I have a strong distaste for scrapbooking. Actually, I think people who scrapbook are clinically insane (no offense to anyone of you who scrapbook, really. This is just my opinion, which really means nothing). I have these horrifying visions of moms scrapbooking for hours on end while their children are crying and screaming in the background. Just slide some photos into a nice album, and stop. Play with your children.
4) I hate the word...blog. I hate having conversations about blogging..."Have you checked out my blog?" or "When was the last time you blogged?" and "This would be a perfect topic for my blog!" Dumb. There has to be a better, prettier word for what we are doing here. Actually, I just decided that I am going to start calling this my Christian Dior. Dior sounds much nicer, and is much, much prettier. "Have you checked out my new Diors!" and "When was the last time you Diored?"...yes, much better.
While this may sound like a negative post to some of you, most of you will understand that this is just a sampling of my dry, warped sense of humor. I am really smiling and laughing. On the inside. I feel obliged to speak the truth, and you won't find any sugar-coating here.
So I'm not making any promises on how often I will update this. It may be once a week, it may be once a month. And you may find the content of this Dior to be a little different than before. All I have to say for now is......I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
xoxoxo,
Brittany
Oh yes. Here I am. Back in the world of social networking. I don't want to say that other four letter word. I am not making any promises, but I am back to give you valuable information and insights into my fascinating life. At least temporarily.
There are a few reasons I stopped doing this...this...bl...ing.
1) People started expecting me to do it. If you know me, then you understand that when things are expected of me, I have a startling desire to do the opposite, repelled by the very thing I may have once loved. For example, if I ever feel that I am "expected" to cook or clean, I will direct you to the location of the nearest McDonald's or give you the phone number of a great housekeeper I know. However, if these things are not "expected" of me, I will cook and clean up a storm, even finding pleasure in the tasks at hand. My husband had a clear understanding of this the day I met him almost 8 years ago.
2) I got a job. And I was busy. And I have a child. When I come for work at the end of the day, I run to her, not my computer. In my mind, this became one more thing on my to-do-list and was no longer enjoyable.
3) This reminds me of scrapbooking, in a way, only in a more technological form. And again, if you know me, I have a strong distaste for scrapbooking. Actually, I think people who scrapbook are clinically insane (no offense to anyone of you who scrapbook, really. This is just my opinion, which really means nothing). I have these horrifying visions of moms scrapbooking for hours on end while their children are crying and screaming in the background. Just slide some photos into a nice album, and stop. Play with your children.
4) I hate the word...blog. I hate having conversations about blogging..."Have you checked out my blog?" or "When was the last time you blogged?" and "This would be a perfect topic for my blog!" Dumb. There has to be a better, prettier word for what we are doing here. Actually, I just decided that I am going to start calling this my Christian Dior. Dior sounds much nicer, and is much, much prettier. "Have you checked out my new Diors!" and "When was the last time you Diored?"...yes, much better.
While this may sound like a negative post to some of you, most of you will understand that this is just a sampling of my dry, warped sense of humor. I am really smiling and laughing. On the inside. I feel obliged to speak the truth, and you won't find any sugar-coating here.
So I'm not making any promises on how often I will update this. It may be once a week, it may be once a month. And you may find the content of this Dior to be a little different than before. All I have to say for now is......I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
xoxoxo,
Brittany
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Nappi Clothing Shoot
So, the first opportunity that I had to work with Eric was amazing, to say the least. I got to observe a photoshoot (and take a couple shots myself) with Danny Nappi Clothing for Black Chandelier. We took the models out to the Great Salt Lake and shot them juuuuust as the sun was setting. Beautiful pics, and an amazing first experience getting to know Eric and some of his crew.
Here is one of the shots I took (models- Chris and BriAnn from Elite):
Here is one of the shots I took (models- Chris and BriAnn from Elite):
Trabajo? Mi?
Yes, yes...I got a job. Well, kind of. More like an internship, actually, but nevertheless a GREAT opportunity that I could not pass up. I am working with a local photographer, Eric Hamilton, who basically does the same kind of photography work that I want to do. He specializes in nightlife, fashion, and beauty photography and has a very beautiful, unique style. I am really excited to learn lighting techniques, because that is where I am....lost. Also, not only will I get to do photography (my obvious passion) but I get to work on the marketing, promotions end of things as well. Yay, I am using my degree!! This job is meant for me because I am doing the very things that I enjoy and love...can't ask for more than that, right? Thanks Eric...I am looking forward to working with you!!
Check out his website: http://dilvie.com
MUAH!
Check out his website: http://dilvie.com
MUAH!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
WHAT is that green stuff you are drinking?
This, my friends, is liquid chlorophyll. I am sharing a great, great secret with you. Feel lucky. There are many great benefits of drinking liquid chlorophyll...here they are:
1) Cleans your blood
2) Replenishes red blood cells
3) Helps with arthritis and bone disease
4) Aids your immune system
5) Purifies your liver
6) Great for DIGESTIVE problems
Basically, it is a very powerful detoxifier. Also, it gives you more energy than coffee ever will...
And last, but certainly not least...my favorite benefit of drinking liquid chlorophyll is...
It is an INTERNAL DEODORANT. That's right. You won't stink anywhere, ever again. Just pour a couple tablespoons in a glass of water and drink it EVERY DAY. It is very green and has a slight mint flavor...it's actually very refreshing! If my 3 year old daughter will drink it, you can too. Just do it.
Cheeeeese!
L taking a picture of me, taking a picture of her and me taking a picture of her....well, you get it. :)
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