tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87297125562835260712024-12-18T19:23:37.574-08:00The HadlowsRyan, Jamie, Jaxon, Beckham, and KrewJamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-31405435525083932102011-02-24T15:34:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:48:17.351-08:00JB the ElfOne last thing about Christmas, I promise. This year my boys were visited about a week and a half before Christmas by JB Elf (stands for Jaxon, Beckham:)). He left this cute gift on the porch and rung the doorbell. He drew my kids pictures, and the box even had their last name on it!! My brother and sis-in-law did this for my kids, and they LOVED it! They took JB's visit VERY seriously, and all I had to do was remind them JB was watching and they were great kids until Christmas:). They also were constantly looking out the windows trying to get a sneak peek of JB! Thanks Jarod and Jess. You guys are the best!<br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404783839410130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-deXEg_JOJ4uHxKRMxCBQeG2-0V32eEByJjL4t5hMy7ONoyWxiAlMIPp3YkCwCAUz7E2u8NxTYoi4lCAFo4ZsfhuS-6r4ajMVIvv-34uBM8bbsBxabP7iftbACHG6dlvkiS6fuZioK8y/s400/023.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404773036720850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0jDGIogqzcUVbxEWWaMGZpeGns7jpUUC4jnJgu3ytw7GEjKvl1AjXIedMQd1PjYruJzEKu9wqFfqnWQrW9jWGA8L3hLEGR2xqbn-kIog16Fkmip1EdyFZFt7ZRsxjPDSviwY79zHdbqw/s400/020.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404777377135570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHLPUdU7kPaSmb_9MfPrCD845MsIywkUoo2_wUwYKMldJOqmXsxWvPYFSJkYpRH-cpJDiZqkp4bcDWl-MfK3DWa2ISto2zhxwvoxeBVSjH0Nv49OaNchB9zh_umgpBcrBol6H7oDBtsre/s400/021.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404768221074866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOZXuV8HclLEyUEDrwqJczMpCBWrh4ptSRowHzBtbZ_7IVr3xY2CX4v5GTXgI-8W0Etizh5sIdgrItbWivrhWFcR7quwMESSaA6sPhLCFqfTQCq6GAhb6M-_yc9-6IXiR-HGMUsscYCxC/s400/022.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-60189285068140190922011-02-16T14:59:00.000-08:002011-02-16T15:43:55.883-08:00Christmas in FebruaryWell, hello blogging world. Long time no see:). Sadly I haven't had much interest in blogging lately. It really is sad because this is my journal of our lives, and it's not a good sign when almost six months go undocumented. At some point I'll try and go back and post about my little sis' wedding, etc., but not today. Today is reserved for two Halloween pics, then a little Christmas. We are FINALLY in our new house, and loving it! We love our new area, and all of the new friends we have made;).<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> had actually decided to be a magician for Halloween, so we bought him a costume. He wore it to the trunk-or-treat, and then decided the hat with a rabbit on it was too funny to wear. Instead he became a ninja, for the second year in a row:).<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574429565651205938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCgvA6Mqb3XzCKwt0h5Uqys2ok9Z0DWVadY1CkO2189OsrZgeKlX3ZMm2EtQAVeibz7cZasx5YtpbhG3jw93fk2Jn4hvErooYOZ9QCVrAgrvpxgAbCI-Ez-SlV08LWtIBo9gNZ_wp5Q2x/s400/1-19-2011+061.JPG" />Isn't this the cutest skunk?!! He is kind of smelly though...seriously:).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574429567409024194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtr3lD2BWZhfYhPtGCIxTS1TBGclfNElLKjJ2Mjy6Hl6hB2Q_27QdbTsfw5Y2xLMSTvk-nsO-Fe_YUKArG0RSSKnh248QJ-juC642yVL3GKH_nHQqKzyI08rOsf8L-NAZzZh0iek4ub3tg/s400/1-19-2011+072.JPG" />Every Christmas eve we head to my Grandma Warren's house for a family party. This is my kids' only chance to sit on Santa's lap, since most of the time I'm too worried about germs to take them to Santa at the mall (they have been, it just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">skeeves</span> me out:)).<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427667449979922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUAiujb4WWxlyOTChZR4PdBcBLZjkxz9w2aJb4pikJ3U6_TsWjZeMZ9UkWQk0eQdIZS6SSTWktjt1w71lyVn81EDJoXKoJG7u66yPnJCiRhNI0eFAtPA7tq_VcmwCDNtTIZLErFoILwsx/s400/048.JPG" />This is as close as we could get to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beckham</span> sitting on Santa's lap. He's my most shy and timid child by far. Check out his face! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427686372849202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkx2BDJHdLwfBCTqrm7U4ygzsjcPbkLHasc5oywFi38ydZ4fgwUnK8s1irBMbAxM_aNSLefWfV-o5tszgQkUUArRrjlLBdgIx6gM68ZUmkOdfVIC2rzF74lv-FvmJkHDctrWQUPp6Namd/s400/057.JPG" /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> first time sitting on Santa's lap. At least he didn't cry:) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427678491075410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAuHDXfQcmeAs5fqvMWgpSbJZp7PDRVItJrsrLCBhqmo924-g6JVEYVRIeqGoG0p2Zjww29Ql8AG3Q3xG9sxVGlMPxqF3EIgE3Ij8QRJhrwxB5LimI5PgYMad-dLVxopXAZaU-DksE5wG/s400/054.JPG" />Next we headed home and got ready for Santa to visit us. We set out milk and cookies, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> wrote him a note:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427699069060226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-oW70YBN9qBC6ZLI1bUruPuCaVYH9MqEUDOZzpzR0IyDKM3RUPnP5tECXi-R-ino_5jda2XnZX_IfElQPlfbzYg3cx8TnKfJ2irEhqxbGKVmn-HXOBu0jCzsjWMiHY9oSdhcX14B6oHe/s400/069.JPG" /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> Christmas:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427706484183378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYOEdrEvYLIdIzXDcLAGCZLCepES9XCfmhnID0fd18umTYIzzc-egWpgUMvQ3osDp2m1_Da7sgzrc765hCku9Q2d84ZYQcFKX2BNHI_Or-TrwoU81KSxlFQxIyg0xSQVoAGCVcPj_48Sm/s400/071.JPG" />It was an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Imaginext</span> Christmas at our house. My boys are OBSESSED with anything <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Imaginext</span>. We now have almost complete sets of almost all of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Imaginext</span> toy lines. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaxon</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beckham</span> got these from Santa...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574428104155691170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktHY_QbE8Lq3ixXeqSg0UVDmPSRDnDUltbqG3DlRWoSfOw-eK4jqTqVlNgiUKhYLzApld4_cPnGDgrytRGqR1-gO6jfgC_Tm_QaG_Q7MRflgexzBIVcGnSNiXGQmC-GGWz1Yt-dR0NlqU/s400/072.JPG" />and these wrapped presents from Mom and Dad (almost all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Imaginext</span> of course):<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yhofLF6qbecUA9d8nPIS2Z4BhmCNl09zaP3MVH4AVOTBH2Yvb8H0-FrfFvRisy-Lm85sf6JLf-9WgXSQdl3UQOyhoKTANj8jET8eFyfK-RSrkSuU4VTlR-OXwHW7lbiwOlNBtABXcc9s/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574428117768183266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yhofLF6qbecUA9d8nPIS2Z4BhmCNl09zaP3MVH4AVOTBH2Yvb8H0-FrfFvRisy-Lm85sf6JLf-9WgXSQdl3UQOyhoKTANj8jET8eFyfK-RSrkSuU4VTlR-OXwHW7lbiwOlNBtABXcc9s/s400/075.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>I should have taken pictures after they opened all of their presents, but I was too busy with the camcorder. They were spoiled, and even more so at the end of the day! When asked, we clued everyone in to their love of superheroes, etc. </div><div></div><div>***Can I tell you how cute <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beckham</span> is right now?!! I will post pictures later, but he is COMPLETELY obsessed with superheroes. He goes throughout the day with the following in his pockets: Batman, Robin, Green Lantern, Joker, Two Face, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spiderman</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Riddler</span>, and Penguin. He even sleeps in his jeans because he has a meltdown if we even think of parting any superheroes from him. Once in a while, the superheroes are changed out for Wolverine, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ironman</span>, etc, but he mostly sticks to the same ones. He also wears a Robin mask all day EVERY day, and even makes me call him "Robin" half of the time. I love it!!!<br /><br /></div><div><div><div>I'll TRY to post again soon... </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-32034670215034022272010-10-19T21:33:00.000-07:002010-10-20T15:28:41.183-07:00Catch-Up #1 JaXoN is FiVe!!!Yeah, back on SEPT 8 my little baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> turned five. I can write "my little baby" on here since he can't read...he has officially banned me from calling him that:)! It was a little bit of a crazy time for us since my sis was getting married and it was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-wedding rush of to-do projects, but I wanted to make sure <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaxon</span> had a special day. He wanted a Sponge Bob birthday, complete with the pinata and all. He got it! Thanks family for helping us to make his day so special~!<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> getting ready to smack the pinata. My camera died right after this picture so I don't have one of any other kids and the pinata:).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHykFTK-kVL9H_YZdUEhteXsEoeRYV24hpINlKVZ_5s7ZD3iJrVf7jlBzLC8QYMNxiOnWggtdQcB5y0YHOAbE1eBq3e-4q6kFlohAZLYRifI3fTzOJs16Osza5Lx59jmVV_yO3nBl3UB2n/s1600/10-18-10+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529981301646257314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHykFTK-kVL9H_YZdUEhteXsEoeRYV24hpINlKVZ_5s7ZD3iJrVf7jlBzLC8QYMNxiOnWggtdQcB5y0YHOAbE1eBq3e-4q6kFlohAZLYRifI3fTzOJs16Osza5Lx59jmVV_yO3nBl3UB2n/s400/10-18-10+011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> also had an "under the sea" treasure hunt! Ryan made sure all the kids had their pirate hooks ready to begin. Then he gave the kids hints and had them running all over the park. The booty was next to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">pepsi</span> machine, and eventually they found it. They each got a Sponge Bob party bag full of prizes, and then Ryan distributed the gold pieces. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> got about a billion presents for his birthday, and loved our little family party. I told him before that he could have a friend party, but there just wasn't time for it. Instead, he got a family party with games he would have played at a friend party. It worked:). Pictures of cake and presents to come:). That's all my time for now (after bedtime and baby screaming in the background)!<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529981264803003538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCgoi4hyphenhyphen-NNayKnxh5oMyJC0Lpwr8futD_veLNVdp_mnk_zvPW4rHZKxbIN-DaLV4No-4LftxhX0FM-6lASt8e9KGzEiYFDfFuifnuPvBWc9RTQdSZ4hjxXo0nyny89DSW0XLXSdr-lR7/s400/10-18-10+001.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529981279598690946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfGBl_BoZJ1NQYLYaU3K4aq_L23AMD6J7G5nKS_qeGoMed1UjaaERCbkeNr9Mnli-IrAZd3m_7DC0y-ViPK7U_IMlJ508CXuZ6ZixmdmpRGopoNpy6o4J2OK-UllbwX7o6PkTJpKlS6gP/s400/10-18-10+004.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529981294758606802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BG875aTq_MEWqqQMqEACBLZOLSzextTe3eL4bFw4AR1BN25AfrC4tyVODMb63S5HL6EnVaz0IYyy28pSkGhCdmnLSDFuQaumejTB_heLIlDQ23Sh7ugYRK9E7WnN8hy3xM8CO1JZ1F3s/s400/10-18-10+009.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529981288481639346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqzJjpSWniW8-n9ZDYU7H-IsTuT5BRUrY9pO2e70uSpg_iQsYNRn4xiQhts8AFcy_ZyInIiH5_hoeE7V_ZGJcJB6vt0jQqMmIBYxoWoNj2mcDMJRKrm7fV04tmQirnbIZllnrTovOFL7O/s400/10-18-10+006.JPG" /> </div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-38221014998573933982010-10-05T15:24:00.000-07:002010-10-05T15:49:24.302-07:00Then and NowI remember being a teenager and looking at people my age now and thinking they were so OLD. I never thought I would reach the ripe old age of 28, let alone 29. Then came college, and my plans for my future evolved. I made career-oriented goals. I was going to become a lawyer, and maybe move back East somewhere. I stuck to this goal pretty much through college, only changing my mind at the end when I met Ryan. <div> </div><div>Once I met Ryan, my plans changed again. I loved being a couple, loved being married. We constantly went on newly wed dates. There was a time when we had seen every movie worth seeing at the theater (this sounds corny but it amazes me now since we're lucky if we see a movie every few months). A few years after getting married my plans expanded and I wanted to be a mom, to have a family. I started out thinking only one or two kids, and Ryan's plans were three or four (he won obviously:)). I could only see the fun part of having kids, where you got to dress them and play with them. I didn't really believe people when they talked about how hard kids were, the lack of sleep, etc. Wow, was I in for a surprise:)!</div><div> </div><div>Now, I am a mom of three boys, and a wife to an amazing person. I am busy constantly with building our house, and just the everyday stuff being a stay-at-home-mom entails. Back in the day I never knew how hard life could be, but also how great life would be. With trials come rewards. This is especially true with my kids. They are the hardest thing in my life, but by far the most rewarding. </div><div> </div><div>I love this season in my life, even if it is so different from where I saw my future going when I was younger. I'm turning 29 tomorrow, and apparently feeling a little nostalgic by the tone of this post:). Plans change, dreams change, but life just keeps getting better!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKpcnnqwC6bizLqmzQ55e4sbJH1WDAQwbXATjvIucoEusyVnPF5d0pwVhYJDoX0q3Bck-WJ7HX3R8sqaMCwgjLdMy4gN2isgtHTS8Z7SfwbNYy-4RGIrtTCfiiTU6Wxk4MeSsLgyA5FJT/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524692704580615794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKpcnnqwC6bizLqmzQ55e4sbJH1WDAQwbXATjvIucoEusyVnPF5d0pwVhYJDoX0q3Bck-WJ7HX3R8sqaMCwgjLdMy4gN2isgtHTS8Z7SfwbNYy-4RGIrtTCfiiTU6Wxk4MeSsLgyA5FJT/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxgl93Hek3vAUXTCPkikpzMfU2qFqbaMTq2wTA4KIX9G9WOvQqGyVRhWdOcNSJuw1o9hwnNk6PfPFd1P2igbChqaubP2M4ARRNUYIyqTrObyYSy9ofTWcOccW3mirZEOYLd72PbDNE-fG/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524692718806251362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxgl93Hek3vAUXTCPkikpzMfU2qFqbaMTq2wTA4KIX9G9WOvQqGyVRhWdOcNSJuw1o9hwnNk6PfPFd1P2igbChqaubP2M4ARRNUYIyqTrObyYSy9ofTWcOccW3mirZEOYLd72PbDNE-fG/s400/005.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfBlFpj1dirJHkjisbp33mhaeiw_yw_CHqWNZsfOpGDhvXpn9JrL3bNhFBG7_EpHKs63T99OUJpiD9LfacG8yut68wdyZJT7dVtDN4lC3_hpoFaSqyabvKOEYSwJ0_IsrtjujA7fsgtt_/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524692710130941970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfBlFpj1dirJHkjisbp33mhaeiw_yw_CHqWNZsfOpGDhvXpn9JrL3bNhFBG7_EpHKs63T99OUJpiD9LfacG8yut68wdyZJT7dVtDN4lC3_hpoFaSqyabvKOEYSwJ0_IsrtjujA7fsgtt_/s400/014.JPG" /></a></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-48562024264414651672010-10-04T19:12:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:21:53.049-07:00Dirty Dash<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKVu-p50w75bF4M-5kw63q3xA4rETPdXMvgbXOsx8tg7zTFPs9iE7NzkiSrXzd3Jcy6XT9Vg-LGrAaEQb73KVC9wGOVv_jjGI8RJEFxuB2LnvhZ2lJNoVYpfQYFwsae10UI8kEUyiXYsO/s1600/Dirty+Dash.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524379446280931202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKVu-p50w75bF4M-5kw63q3xA4rETPdXMvgbXOsx8tg7zTFPs9iE7NzkiSrXzd3Jcy6XT9Vg-LGrAaEQb73KVC9wGOVv_jjGI8RJEFxuB2LnvhZ2lJNoVYpfQYFwsae10UI8kEUyiXYsO/s400/Dirty+Dash.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeI4DhiwFEE4nlBAiFkBUyNJz52GRj_RG9aYRpg0h1Lv6c0JG6hEZuA6c3qpup8ZRh1Kl7GNXPBGVXG7tGZ_Zan66myVjuVZ_KQsxWR-J1MByxG6_I4TmPggZ-luGfWclUSLVayKHiQ9N/s1600/Jamie+Dirty+Dash.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524379449363176946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeI4DhiwFEE4nlBAiFkBUyNJz52GRj_RG9aYRpg0h1Lv6c0JG6hEZuA6c3qpup8ZRh1Kl7GNXPBGVXG7tGZ_Zan66myVjuVZ_KQsxWR-J1MByxG6_I4TmPggZ-luGfWclUSLVayKHiQ9N/s400/Jamie+Dirty+Dash.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br />I have so much blogging to do, but I figure this is a great place to start. September 25 my whole family (9 of us) ran the Dirty Dash. AWESOME! If you love to run, love to get dirty, or love a challenge, this race is for you! 6.2 miles of running through tires, jumping over walls, jumping over hay bales, running through a bogg, getting hit with snow machines, running up muddy hills, trail running, sliding down a huge slide being squirted by fire hoses, and crawling through a giant mud pool...GREAT! We all had so much fun, and will for sure be going back every year! Just don't wear anything you care about, and you'll end up donating your shoes because you'll never be able to get them clean yourself! We SERIOUSLY had an awesome time. Loved gettin' dirty! The second picture is me after my first fall, but still relatively clean from the front. The first picture is just after the finish line. Ry finished with my older brother Jarod, and I finished with my little bro and sis, and my shiny brand new brother-in-law. Good times:)Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-37789703612581597852010-09-07T15:58:00.001-07:002010-09-07T20:13:45.945-07:00First Day of School<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKInAGoogWYhDNYMKQIXSfb_YFW1drfav9em4KgUpAXaCaArqYXqyIaQfNJ8UGrXr7SONyUH4Fs-cqF8XOGrNj6qkTxY4yLwkYeskBfZe-iaUgC0XoT9vKGQCEK01jMeD-GWkH4UpyUZh/s1600/IMAG0034.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514310694144189346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKInAGoogWYhDNYMKQIXSfb_YFW1drfav9em4KgUpAXaCaArqYXqyIaQfNJ8UGrXr7SONyUH4Fs-cqF8XOGrNj6qkTxY4yLwkYeskBfZe-iaUgC0XoT9vKGQCEK01jMeD-GWkH4UpyUZh/s400/IMAG0034.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNysE60YPq6nssFcvtyqJFvMRYmNjpqc7FcYmrR4sjpH0KQN0K_Gb5Mj35anHzioHEB3p9hGf_Ngrpu6i2w30O0o1lVQY7PH7WUxCOnpcdBUlZzhSDKHRXp497ZGMD4tcNqLRXO2nyUdX7/s1600/IMAG0037.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514310682231124722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNysE60YPq6nssFcvtyqJFvMRYmNjpqc7FcYmrR4sjpH0KQN0K_Gb5Mj35anHzioHEB3p9hGf_Ngrpu6i2w30O0o1lVQY7PH7WUxCOnpcdBUlZzhSDKHRXp497ZGMD4tcNqLRXO2nyUdX7/s400/IMAG0037.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg581GmbcliSpbUqVVJWffL9IpqphSK49rtlr-OW16cNX9VYuikI5mNJvPO8bUXubHtvAiTp1ejhMBmAPwhV9VuzKZ2_7-s0kgVdxU2kDGHKe41X-awBTeJz86oGeRSEH6yG_OQgQ5O9alJ/s1600/IMAG0035.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514310674668125986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg581GmbcliSpbUqVVJWffL9IpqphSK49rtlr-OW16cNX9VYuikI5mNJvPO8bUXubHtvAiTp1ejhMBmAPwhV9VuzKZ2_7-s0kgVdxU2kDGHKe41X-awBTeJz86oGeRSEH6yG_OQgQ5O9alJ/s400/IMAG0035.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnFftlrUKc4L-CPbjzzDJ0zJnSgf6p103ZHUpSOaRWOpI4ROY9VeYd27mocKPKos4iPWBeLhYLNceJJoz4pxEb-hjQ3aL6v4sods3lm_gYRl9dDP5Vyv8SyNvezIyWIn_fqk_HvjJPeHq/s1600/IMAG0038.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514310665608664578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnFftlrUKc4L-CPbjzzDJ0zJnSgf6p103ZHUpSOaRWOpI4ROY9VeYd27mocKPKos4iPWBeLhYLNceJJoz4pxEb-hjQ3aL6v4sods3lm_gYRl9dDP5Vyv8SyNvezIyWIn_fqk_HvjJPeHq/s400/IMAG0038.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlC9NMaajoNyFx0lytlIm1J5gjt5yG7fKX_pKpe6TCdrifaxUT0A9PcfwjMCXYi0y2yOvt9GMf8vRQhidBx-QZwdEipI2w5EucrUlTMPwRYiOzsyurb0GqdUr2gR8I-hucKxh0fGRufq4/s1600/IMAG0030.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514310646990220354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlC9NMaajoNyFx0lytlIm1J5gjt5yG7fKX_pKpe6TCdrifaxUT0A9PcfwjMCXYi0y2yOvt9GMf8vRQhidBx-QZwdEipI2w5EucrUlTMPwRYiOzsyurb0GqdUr2gR8I-hucKxh0fGRufq4/s400/IMAG0030.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu6jgH09kUA1dU_j-nt_iD8V2Yz9zAfKrmHGEf4ZxHbhAIPTQewczrYnuZMalaauMSbYt4gIAf2ktzA0Lc8HKuocBDRxScCGEQVyZMxztXNXp6IjoJR2oW0qA-rpwFCEBzDWGpYfu-Fur/s1600/IMAG0031.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514375487389765026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu6jgH09kUA1dU_j-nt_iD8V2Yz9zAfKrmHGEf4ZxHbhAIPTQewczrYnuZMalaauMSbYt4gIAf2ktzA0Lc8HKuocBDRxScCGEQVyZMxztXNXp6IjoJR2oW0qA-rpwFCEBzDWGpYfu-Fur/s400/IMAG0031.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Jax had his first day of preschool today. He was so excited! He is going to school with our soon-to-be next-door-neighbor (a lot of hyphens:)) Peyton! Here are a few pic's of school, ending with random fun pictures from the garage last night:)! </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-61372356687928873922010-09-02T13:59:00.000-07:002010-09-02T14:21:42.414-07:00Love 'Em To PiecesCan I tell you how much I LOVE these faces?!!! Even though as I'm typing I have one crying because he's tired, one crying because he wants to nurse NOW, and one getting mad at me because HE wants to play on the computer, not me! Being a mom of three is definitely challenging at times, but I feel so blessed that heavenly father gave these boys into my care. I wouldn't trade them for anything!!!<br />If you can't tell, Krew got a haircut (it's not done in these pic's, but neither is Jax's or Becks'). We cut about an inch and a half off. It was traumatic for me (tears and all). Krew is keeping his darker hair, and his eyes are blue at the edges and brown in the middle. I love that he's a little different-looking than the other two. He is always grinning at me, (except in these pictures apparently).<br />Well, gotta go now. Beckham and Jax are now trying to punch each others' lights out...(IT NEVER ENDS:))<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIIC-aFymo_-fzcMbClZ0eBAf4me30L7IeF_Qr4_LiezXzF1JGi-TLwfn2TCPgV6cH0ATiWgD_wCoJ3TVcyf34rudi0cGYmFEF0tX678to_wY2WN9_YR3aB34WC1ZkKfYD6fHGVwK-vVc/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512426659098674178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIIC-aFymo_-fzcMbClZ0eBAf4me30L7IeF_Qr4_LiezXzF1JGi-TLwfn2TCPgV6cH0ATiWgD_wCoJ3TVcyf34rudi0cGYmFEF0tX678to_wY2WN9_YR3aB34WC1ZkKfYD6fHGVwK-vVc/s400/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms6EzREVbF-WWGwKDepFoNQuuS7y8pN4C2DvSZwcuAw9ePkM6I-O5AypODLp1F0LEqqVl2YTa2lY1MVbozNo3cY1dCvHzvWWcEHVVwlvuLM_YfjrmITwqmh_tweejX8VsWgJpo-4GaIkR/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512426691987183682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms6EzREVbF-WWGwKDepFoNQuuS7y8pN4C2DvSZwcuAw9ePkM6I-O5AypODLp1F0LEqqVl2YTa2lY1MVbozNo3cY1dCvHzvWWcEHVVwlvuLM_YfjrmITwqmh_tweejX8VsWgJpo-4GaIkR/s400/007.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpY93mEfTXn9Z-UwSlyUzeSyK4dZJYkIax4D0VjEj953d_ykVHz0bvMoT9mZ_SPE8vH-erGzdjkCE453lShgtK4h-mLZfFAi86an9DEVlLnoSnayNnS0FZKcQC65hmfEjgAhVGg4aILc3C/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512426674009414738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpY93mEfTXn9Z-UwSlyUzeSyK4dZJYkIax4D0VjEj953d_ykVHz0bvMoT9mZ_SPE8vH-erGzdjkCE453lShgtK4h-mLZfFAi86an9DEVlLnoSnayNnS0FZKcQC65hmfEjgAhVGg4aILc3C/s400/006.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-22233507917300777162010-09-01T16:19:00.000-07:002010-09-01T17:29:58.723-07:00Our House...again<div><div><div><br />Over the next several months we'll be posting a ton of pic's of our house. Here's just a few more. The framing, rough electrical, rough plumbing, and rough HVAC are all done. Next week comes insulation and then the next week is drywall. Can't wait!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioePgCBxlCnx8u6xNQAQu1DaV4NlRULCWzxXHdA2-z6lzdns2d_PKqqWhINmQcW50_ltdom9meNKSftaXS0jPDWzUhr3YKyn2QIcez9rm1uAhIBHjAZ9A3d7fXvrGELWWz3ChCzIWGZEWy/s1600/9-1-10+008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512090688928472146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioePgCBxlCnx8u6xNQAQu1DaV4NlRULCWzxXHdA2-z6lzdns2d_PKqqWhINmQcW50_ltdom9meNKSftaXS0jPDWzUhr3YKyn2QIcez9rm1uAhIBHjAZ9A3d7fXvrGELWWz3ChCzIWGZEWy/s400/9-1-10+008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWzkVt8UnwU6JXPWzAKHlJOi-znGvVbPZDJ8_Brg4nxtBFGZuLNVPaYQZc1FbbU5pwCUdhyphenhyphenLIQfUpDnZPicFv9i6DMMBcCx3knOHoLbUxxUdkQ0BvXB0ddxVqLzZA0YHQSTGQaPtryuJ-/s1600/9-1-10+016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512090699370148050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWzkVt8UnwU6JXPWzAKHlJOi-znGvVbPZDJ8_Brg4nxtBFGZuLNVPaYQZc1FbbU5pwCUdhyphenhyphenLIQfUpDnZPicFv9i6DMMBcCx3knOHoLbUxxUdkQ0BvXB0ddxVqLzZA0YHQSTGQaPtryuJ-/s400/9-1-10+016.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVxsNlRw7ONsvwK57TVLV6DkvQhyxuTKeyLvncHnklvnY0lO71T1fmV0cwmCW88klZrsNbzfciqpXCEvJJpbqwO34bL6IQhEHl2JEfMS6uMA8giGl-a73qWAK2AJa7nbgIv3YdeF7Hra7/s1600/9-1-10+025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512090751172325090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVxsNlRw7ONsvwK57TVLV6DkvQhyxuTKeyLvncHnklvnY0lO71T1fmV0cwmCW88klZrsNbzfciqpXCEvJJpbqwO34bL6IQhEHl2JEfMS6uMA8giGl-a73qWAK2AJa7nbgIv3YdeF7Hra7/s400/9-1-10+025.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpiBuq7Ap_tpfdgLYr-h-HoWJMa8OlPGSs5WjMcrayGtFfenewmNWD_uQz69qWiCIfZh_TF1OBQo9P1XivwW-7kfJ-ID7oaqwBLYKy1rfjfaSNZ2VA7hWf5zipDERFOraB3bFM66nlBew/s1600/9-1-10+023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512090735685972562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpiBuq7Ap_tpfdgLYr-h-HoWJMa8OlPGSs5WjMcrayGtFfenewmNWD_uQz69qWiCIfZh_TF1OBQo9P1XivwW-7kfJ-ID7oaqwBLYKy1rfjfaSNZ2VA7hWf5zipDERFOraB3bFM66nlBew/s400/9-1-10+023.JPG" /></a></div><div>Also included are pic's that are proof that we have actually been to the park this year:)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdJaQa59HHyQKeGTIUcyRP1Mc396ajkqmQ2nnaC_j4XbTEf4FT5UukY5i1flx9_pa2Nxfo8kfSHM9UPRIR3jSagOdMwSclW5LS4tZI9esoMAJHJ7LQ1oO1zMN-XIcpQsxfIgvlQ9mvTVa/s1600/9-1-10+018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512090714826916674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdJaQa59HHyQKeGTIUcyRP1Mc396ajkqmQ2nnaC_j4XbTEf4FT5UukY5i1flx9_pa2Nxfo8kfSHM9UPRIR3jSagOdMwSclW5LS4tZI9esoMAJHJ7LQ1oO1zMN-XIcpQsxfIgvlQ9mvTVa/s400/9-1-10+018.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CtpJPA1NjmOGJX6xUc1wDEdzviQJz-NdvIJb6U9dBwzIJR2zK8Bqms6pM8aUpr8ZEAk-4XC7PdUsMHq2H9wmkpC0skNKoeM2bVhPR7y6KXUuhYn6vZbOfMqSpTOypXQSdRl1iKgy2_6C/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512093428050296322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CtpJPA1NjmOGJX6xUc1wDEdzviQJz-NdvIJb6U9dBwzIJR2zK8Bqms6pM8aUpr8ZEAk-4XC7PdUsMHq2H9wmkpC0skNKoeM2bVhPR7y6KXUuhYn6vZbOfMqSpTOypXQSdRl1iKgy2_6C/s400/011.JPG" /></a>This post ends with a little eye candy coming at you from West Valley courtesy of my husband. Sorry if he's your brother, or your boyfriend:), but the pic is just too good to go unposted. Man or woman? I'm betting on man, but you never know...</div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-25956744158859919252010-08-18T11:39:00.000-07:002010-08-18T11:47:03.534-07:00We're On Our Way!Here are some pic's of our house as of today. Tomorrow, they're putting on the trusses so it will change again (I'll post pic's again when the framing is done next week). We're finally on our way to having our own house again. Hooray!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8aEoyzjZILoEyIFtlPUxJx8KFUA5pbTRRwX0v7ZN17p_HUZDkw-ArPmfdzfG99CIflNE8b_WAUGhUIf5aPOObvISideqTjWYGb_J6BI3AJG4WN9plYTSN9m4ftba1F7UnhOZyJ5ndXh/s1600/House+framing+018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506822548474505794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8aEoyzjZILoEyIFtlPUxJx8KFUA5pbTRRwX0v7ZN17p_HUZDkw-ArPmfdzfG99CIflNE8b_WAUGhUIf5aPOObvISideqTjWYGb_J6BI3AJG4WN9plYTSN9m4ftba1F7UnhOZyJ5ndXh/s400/House+framing+018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYs8P8bF-AFFbr2HXp4d6i3tEqWX3dGAWis5NO8VQv6zzOMFrrmiUM4afqD-erq0H_q7ya8q4gMJ1mcRzaqo5tEb6HD0nT-JivYvDceh9bp9pJnhaVUZL16qTSpd_EEQqhG4Qh8A-HX-v/s1600/House+framing+014.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506822581743816114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYs8P8bF-AFFbr2HXp4d6i3tEqWX3dGAWis5NO8VQv6zzOMFrrmiUM4afqD-erq0H_q7ya8q4gMJ1mcRzaqo5tEb6HD0nT-JivYvDceh9bp9pJnhaVUZL16qTSpd_EEQqhG4Qh8A-HX-v/s400/House+framing+014.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKZNyqIoWInvoBPy5hNkeurEhCcGrMsUBgBsNcxsgqAoyPaE8deG2p4UN6SnVIwHhLw1XQ_UDbjSrOU1MjJIycLXvg_6Bd1ggRlVVs6sAdDn1KfWuVLU1sNikIO17KuJCEAn5ql73MsyC/s1600/House+framing+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506822576449098370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKZNyqIoWInvoBPy5hNkeurEhCcGrMsUBgBsNcxsgqAoyPaE8deG2p4UN6SnVIwHhLw1XQ_UDbjSrOU1MjJIycLXvg_6Bd1ggRlVVs6sAdDn1KfWuVLU1sNikIO17KuJCEAn5ql73MsyC/s400/House+framing+004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgrGvzo3L_LRmQoY5R4pqPfbR5u4jt3Wg3KN7fwp6EE1kKbTDBso5FqA84qCkvdBaWoZvJdjI5iXVRQEt5vNmUah95zNtg5RF50gvQOFdOBpK78pZ9H-Ybg9Mn-WKVVkDQ_ScIT1i5F5BA/s1600/House+framing+008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506822567555311106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgrGvzo3L_LRmQoY5R4pqPfbR5u4jt3Wg3KN7fwp6EE1kKbTDBso5FqA84qCkvdBaWoZvJdjI5iXVRQEt5vNmUah95zNtg5RF50gvQOFdOBpK78pZ9H-Ybg9Mn-WKVVkDQ_ScIT1i5F5BA/s400/House+framing+008.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEPEqZFa81WX7DDaIQw_r7Y5hkYGhnIZAOYNkQyD6S_jTcz8-PcUVXHKHXqhAt8paEAY0toWhYzrIaLHXsUrqHV9Td1nmDbGVeEGTLIxU4VTWs3EtIuS3qZfh6LfJkEFvOgNqKAoLbtgc/s1600/House+framing+016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506822557767613602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEPEqZFa81WX7DDaIQw_r7Y5hkYGhnIZAOYNkQyD6S_jTcz8-PcUVXHKHXqhAt8paEAY0toWhYzrIaLHXsUrqHV9Td1nmDbGVeEGTLIxU4VTWs3EtIuS3qZfh6LfJkEFvOgNqKAoLbtgc/s400/House+framing+016.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-58573182151369905302010-08-01T20:53:00.001-07:002010-08-01T21:05:33.537-07:00We Love You Tim!Friday night Ryan and I went with some of our friends to Lady Antebellum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3foyQdQNq8UtJw8fklDP_7rfC2vh4QruSk-sZCQ_bK5kySatINO8WaQdoC0M0NVQtFaXPKIPsB6JKilHYXC9cxrnDQ6azaTTPNbiT3ucFsPJEJKwLrLT9LKrBqzSGRFPEKdGs0tMQgEgZ/s1600/Summer+2010+047%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500656800949228658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3foyQdQNq8UtJw8fklDP_7rfC2vh4QruSk-sZCQ_bK5kySatINO8WaQdoC0M0NVQtFaXPKIPsB6JKilHYXC9cxrnDQ6azaTTPNbiT3ucFsPJEJKwLrLT9LKrBqzSGRFPEKdGs0tMQgEgZ/s400/Summer+2010+047%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> and Tim McGraw at Usana. It was seriously so much fun! I think we annoyed the peeps around us by how hyper we were. We danced and sung the night away! Ry and I kept laughing at the thought of what our kids would think if they saw us...guess we're not that old yet:0). It was also a prime people watching spot...we found some keepers;). Also all of the drunks were entertaining, especially the guy in front of us who couldn't even stand up straight and did some accidental flips through the crowd!<br /><div>Thanks Katie for the pic's!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXBzIE7m75bPtznCnVSZUkyazzQbBN4eCd_ZDhAXThbwfiSAejaZVUBOX5YObjA2OWkeRMlGk-bg2nDSIH9BcTKIRgA6C9fbEobqDWafdwteOvi-FbP5ajFd5Hu_2S_jpms5JNRjHtHoY/s1600/Tim+McGraw2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500656791252093218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXBzIE7m75bPtznCnVSZUkyazzQbBN4eCd_ZDhAXThbwfiSAejaZVUBOX5YObjA2OWkeRMlGk-bg2nDSIH9BcTKIRgA6C9fbEobqDWafdwteOvi-FbP5ajFd5Hu_2S_jpms5JNRjHtHoY/s400/Tim+McGraw2.jpg" /></a> Ry and I did some "special" dancing! We entertain ourselves at least! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcuLHjCuipS80t2o-sYMjUeRZ-bQd-o_uRWIkTFHkavcPINUrweE1kdhPnKoziTZ2ve6i44H5qKqyh1E3EspA4C5y81ywiiYfWHAIGMEB7cQpgrOP3wGEfv4auRceXgWCUx3cVvrx1XCW/s1600/Tim+McGraw1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500656790426581714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcuLHjCuipS80t2o-sYMjUeRZ-bQd-o_uRWIkTFHkavcPINUrweE1kdhPnKoziTZ2ve6i44H5qKqyh1E3EspA4C5y81ywiiYfWHAIGMEB7cQpgrOP3wGEfv4auRceXgWCUx3cVvrx1XCW/s400/Tim+McGraw1.jpg" /></a> In another pic, the boys decided to tag team Tim, since he wasn't so much for the dancing scene. Love Ryan's face!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAaGhom23e99oKhlCs7pCencpHlvy4CVWwZEe3L09RMR-FOx8DqGZHd6AbTanOSIEZSnwC5S0W8QU-rav-76wrbpoKNNjtOya9LmiTTg496vCl9sYVBlCILaT3G0RTRUXuRn1KIwadd4z/s1600/Tim+McGraw4.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655999437861490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAaGhom23e99oKhlCs7pCencpHlvy4CVWwZEe3L09RMR-FOx8DqGZHd6AbTanOSIEZSnwC5S0W8QU-rav-76wrbpoKNNjtOya9LmiTTg496vCl9sYVBlCILaT3G0RTRUXuRn1KIwadd4z/s400/Tim+McGraw4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFKI6RZeDXtSIQ2q-YfCBuVb1c6zaSzwQ5615hDjs6qDevfY3zq5P_1XvlEuyR4C9gXSvK_ZoKVJL24oLniYgu7mu9MF8SbAcYmddFADicd58L3uCuApwerxRyaC_GXJOJBELlNNyxwVu/s1600/Tim+McGraw3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655993348106834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFKI6RZeDXtSIQ2q-YfCBuVb1c6zaSzwQ5615hDjs6qDevfY3zq5P_1XvlEuyR4C9gXSvK_ZoKVJL24oLniYgu7mu9MF8SbAcYmddFADicd58L3uCuApwerxRyaC_GXJOJBELlNNyxwVu/s400/Tim+McGraw3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeSBfQbtHpTg4dVixTZCoj7zvSS2T8mwQDcvbaTEEhqTacYriNsW0DviIAqWUCa0RkY4z5uk31GdeGjToWAl1w55w0zjQwuwyElbQ4HuR9MQ8sSYfJtz07-AQpwx_A2PXpMHc0NjFqth1/s1600/Tim+McGraw5.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655989662191218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeSBfQbtHpTg4dVixTZCoj7zvSS2T8mwQDcvbaTEEhqTacYriNsW0DviIAqWUCa0RkY4z5uk31GdeGjToWAl1w55w0zjQwuwyElbQ4HuR9MQ8sSYfJtz07-AQpwx_A2PXpMHc0NjFqth1/s400/Tim+McGraw5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPqVL_mtcOxzQ8yr3MsHOC4zT6TYNQCEUY_k12SjPdGZJemCO1JwpkElKJ3cM5SB-0_z2y0aVVIu1eAPFjAX3_spr2vO5DNZ-KXglvpLCF2m7WNaMD4lBv0LjOumG5UN4ds9Gh2QgTC56/s1600/Tim+McGraw6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655991129161090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPqVL_mtcOxzQ8yr3MsHOC4zT6TYNQCEUY_k12SjPdGZJemCO1JwpkElKJ3cM5SB-0_z2y0aVVIu1eAPFjAX3_spr2vO5DNZ-KXglvpLCF2m7WNaMD4lBv0LjOumG5UN4ds9Gh2QgTC56/s400/Tim+McGraw6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNwz1hIPnpzkMGhfHdE0LKInt8RxscHflo2opRjtrztdki2jc88i9eR6gJxHyQy9a29VKd-7-_vnGzx9m3eQlZp8psLmVo3D-pTPFvm55xmCoAbZRjvjiEndMYSqRmBkoEtCcTdAJHdbG/s1600/Tim+McGraw7.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500655984567277090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNwz1hIPnpzkMGhfHdE0LKInt8RxscHflo2opRjtrztdki2jc88i9eR6gJxHyQy9a29VKd-7-_vnGzx9m3eQlZp8psLmVo3D-pTPFvm55xmCoAbZRjvjiEndMYSqRmBkoEtCcTdAJHdbG/s400/Tim+McGraw7.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-28920243972265019062010-07-24T19:47:00.001-07:002010-07-24T20:40:00.353-07:00Lately<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHn5AyUfLXH3oHa9jJAJexENsqhVvJ1LPRmTfgeHgXdPwHI0jSKxBjlF1qdxm9GL0rtRivJd-wewjQ2SzQSRdySAl6Dbuc7OU3pLkFolDE6Em9wrCSg2WbDh_don-VD4pecEBJHNcnjbaK/s1600/7-24-2010+052.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672331534201490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHn5AyUfLXH3oHa9jJAJexENsqhVvJ1LPRmTfgeHgXdPwHI0jSKxBjlF1qdxm9GL0rtRivJd-wewjQ2SzQSRdySAl6Dbuc7OU3pLkFolDE6Em9wrCSg2WbDh_don-VD4pecEBJHNcnjbaK/s400/7-24-2010+052.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Isn't this the cutest smile you've EVER seen?!! I LOVE it! I see it all the time now, usually directed my way:). This is great for me since both of my other kids are Daddy's boys, so I'll take what I can get! Krew is getting so big. Here are some pic's of him today at my parents' house. Here is our newest and craziest piece of news: <strong>Krew is teething</strong>! Seriously, I had no idea this could happen at two months, but he has a tooth trying to come through. Not looking forward to this since I'm nursing;). Krew constantly coo's and grins, oh yeah, and cries. That's about all he does besides eat and sleep.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNokYKyuoYJLSarjKtd72mChM-mzJ7dxHGzfSUca9esfvpCzi5DMbxWQiePARwG-cjhOufsDmWuCw1gwY4D2ZjXwzAwoOxnc8Rt_9P31cSEGWzXhoa4vY8Fcqsjej5iDc2spahbhD4mmxk/s1600/7-24-2010+046.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672324701700498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNokYKyuoYJLSarjKtd72mChM-mzJ7dxHGzfSUca9esfvpCzi5DMbxWQiePARwG-cjhOufsDmWuCw1gwY4D2ZjXwzAwoOxnc8Rt_9P31cSEGWzXhoa4vY8Fcqsjej5iDc2spahbhD4mmxk/s400/7-24-2010+046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbdbZLJPmQBLMjff0XEeMm-ylC_qJgjPxaD_BgDzm27q1OIADda9BGBWO1ZhrnUYlYBiJkN5ZGJM02rDge3UpBLENLL4VdujdYmUx-Z6hPeer5p6LZWkRxM7s7WfxnBgbfk7yRKY9M6JO/s1600/7-24-2010+044.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672317095817538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbdbZLJPmQBLMjff0XEeMm-ylC_qJgjPxaD_BgDzm27q1OIADda9BGBWO1ZhrnUYlYBiJkN5ZGJM02rDge3UpBLENLL4VdujdYmUx-Z6hPeer5p6LZWkRxM7s7WfxnBgbfk7yRKY9M6JO/s400/7-24-2010+044.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8JbjXeCkAShpo1YEJOT7RVCsV_-vU9bC8Z-5cd0ul7hrLL_ygoYcK4FprLv8-kNgU55j3Yti8ufMAU1pn9ObfnMmuwFf7fKrR1WcxDBsbjGI7GIO0IxI25Gfx5fv8VSKSiU_mCZEVZzS/s1600/Nancy+and+Krew.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497679252596172818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8JbjXeCkAShpo1YEJOT7RVCsV_-vU9bC8Z-5cd0ul7hrLL_ygoYcK4FprLv8-kNgU55j3Yti8ufMAU1pn9ObfnMmuwFf7fKrR1WcxDBsbjGI7GIO0IxI25Gfx5fv8VSKSiU_mCZEVZzS/s400/Nancy+and+Krew.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Above is a picture of Krew and my mom. She informed us today Krew looks just like her as a baby. I see Ryan's dad Jon. Hmmm...we'll have to see.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Here is a pic of Krew with my mother-in-law Nancy at the 24th parade in Bountiful last night. He loves his grandmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOYjSebQqCY-JShAsAvWPFok4Q3Y2ZFkfkm2pTzVzWejeSMUm5cI8nHHl35DTtGs9A4HrdaKzMh3ScY7tDGrt-rMr8AzIAd6flRz9ziNOm5au6sdVzkvgnX2dI5q8Bp88EggzOMGzdBjy/s1600/7-24-2010+035.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672301881379874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOYjSebQqCY-JShAsAvWPFok4Q3Y2ZFkfkm2pTzVzWejeSMUm5cI8nHHl35DTtGs9A4HrdaKzMh3ScY7tDGrt-rMr8AzIAd6flRz9ziNOm5au6sdVzkvgnX2dI5q8Bp88EggzOMGzdBjy/s400/7-24-2010+035.JPG" /></a><br />My dad got the boys a 4-wheeler, and Jax spent some time test driving it around the yard. Jordyn's going to LOVE me for this picture;)<br /><br /><br /><br />Below is Beckham while Jax rode the 4-wheeler. He is my chicken:0).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3kAA1pmEhws7GBl5N2JIbzld2x2pybsYNgc_DaWxV6UAn-g77zII1IhEfOVTdmRnrZ4dKKxmV4VoRpt3t0ePWr3HKZUwtKQywdch_NDPUQ2VFa33D3282TGweyb2Dox2n2SwEFmesRm7/s1600/7-24-2010+036.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497672311504217010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3kAA1pmEhws7GBl5N2JIbzld2x2pybsYNgc_DaWxV6UAn-g77zII1IhEfOVTdmRnrZ4dKKxmV4VoRpt3t0ePWr3HKZUwtKQywdch_NDPUQ2VFa33D3282TGweyb2Dox2n2SwEFmesRm7/s400/7-24-2010+036.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0FQfBCA1BaWPKV0W_Zvok6jHi5jkedrjy8fJR5k18bAoRVpVAvrhRXN1SWZzfpT9FKEuh1UAyG-qV7EPpQGQzy6HEwTzVduQ6WcCIK2jEMXfRocZmAwBkxIG-Myr45iOn1E3vLuvI0nx/s1600/7-24-2010+028.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497671160555241890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0FQfBCA1BaWPKV0W_Zvok6jHi5jkedrjy8fJR5k18bAoRVpVAvrhRXN1SWZzfpT9FKEuh1UAyG-qV7EPpQGQzy6HEwTzVduQ6WcCIK2jEMXfRocZmAwBkxIG-Myr45iOn1E3vLuvI0nx/s400/7-24-2010+028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>My little brother Jace turned 22 on July 16th. He really wants me to start setting him up with some ladies, so if any of you know of any cute girls let me know!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXhoSyZ5X2ZZJ7mF9Zr26zMtvQPLYpGlIIboYZaf_x996uHT3Rx9EG-bQkDT5GGSVIbzVFcBoE-SF4uZ8vHM8ViYA8tvMTndftzjOn6yK47nejHWPNN_F-ONO54iSF7PzTi30aFmoXU5Z/s1600/7-24-2010+024.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497671147732256146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXhoSyZ5X2ZZJ7mF9Zr26zMtvQPLYpGlIIboYZaf_x996uHT3Rx9EG-bQkDT5GGSVIbzVFcBoE-SF4uZ8vHM8ViYA8tvMTndftzjOn6yK47nejHWPNN_F-ONO54iSF7PzTi30aFmoXU5Z/s400/7-24-2010+024.JPG" /></a><br /><br />A pic of Ry and me relaxing at my parent's cabin in the coolest chairs ever!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VzwekQNAqYMGxFgvKW6WzZzLQfvrIpqB777UECz4z9ubGLQFGeNUGoG_qE0PSfOCXIQd8jhmG2Z0GbfBMWYYD4K5Sq2M0vNP48HTUkvqSR6o_UdwQ73B6TSL6MhhoFE29oPs6jAF4xWM/s1600/Evanston+fireworks.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497676070695575954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VzwekQNAqYMGxFgvKW6WzZzLQfvrIpqB777UECz4z9ubGLQFGeNUGoG_qE0PSfOCXIQd8jhmG2Z0GbfBMWYYD4K5Sq2M0vNP48HTUkvqSR6o_UdwQ73B6TSL6MhhoFE29oPs6jAF4xWM/s400/Evanston+fireworks.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9lMJLX2AAp4VpcvecLCelxaphx8l46O_CqdoZ6j1y6Ykki8MH-YJnUGlvPcaVK5tFsnhYQVtOD4-KsIe3b4J9RVlNsVlmNDozwTYg-lF4Yb8rkdwdV_I55RNS8VX-cXXVSY7m6zUDNWx/s1600/Evanston+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497679256175712114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9lMJLX2AAp4VpcvecLCelxaphx8l46O_CqdoZ6j1y6Ykki8MH-YJnUGlvPcaVK5tFsnhYQVtOD4-KsIe3b4J9RVlNsVlmNDozwTYg-lF4Yb8rkdwdV_I55RNS8VX-cXXVSY7m6zUDNWx/s400/Evanston+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAW1N0z61jjUP39oANk8odiDr6fT9myx0EFwavBoz207r-up1DNmVlxetZ05h1i600tX5HLVibxvKeP1OM2TN9VOnr-7ziiaO_VEwkuDGRfvk6_GU_kuQ_LJVla7o4IH9AFdBJRv-OGZo/s1600/Evanston+on+the+4th.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497679247873753634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAW1N0z61jjUP39oANk8odiDr6fT9myx0EFwavBoz207r-up1DNmVlxetZ05h1i600tX5HLVibxvKeP1OM2TN9VOnr-7ziiaO_VEwkuDGRfvk6_GU_kuQ_LJVla7o4IH9AFdBJRv-OGZo/s400/Evanston+on+the+4th.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>We also went to Evanston for the 4th of July, since Riverdale's celebration was on the 3rd. It was awesome! I couldn't believe how many fireworks people up there light. We had ash hitting our car randomly while driving through the city. The whole town looked like a war zone! We spent the night at my parents' cabin. <br />Awesome story: When we were trying to get out of the parking lot, we saw a guy's car on fire. A firework had flown into his trunk and started a fire. He ran over to pull stuff out, and as he was pulling stuff out, his pants fell down. Coolest part was that apparently he didn't believe in underwear, and he apparently couldn't stop to pull up his pants. He showed the world his bum for quite a while. I'm just glad we weren't on the other side of him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSXn1QUDAaPTw4lTE6BAKGkzzhrnkr4AiYFXlGiJ_zhyhTE0sC2BhnXkVFCNovlQMT1T7UbQECGv6HzQ0Vte7fJpZB7_qDf-QDou2cPIbIV-LMzvgoJEwRJq3hhScrwopL0VbfCX9XB6E/s1600/7-24-2010+023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497671136234515282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSXn1QUDAaPTw4lTE6BAKGkzzhrnkr4AiYFXlGiJ_zhyhTE0sC2BhnXkVFCNovlQMT1T7UbQECGv6HzQ0Vte7fJpZB7_qDf-QDou2cPIbIV-LMzvgoJEwRJq3hhScrwopL0VbfCX9XB6E/s400/7-24-2010+023.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Here are the boys on the 3rd at Old Glory Days in Riverdale. These are all I took that day. I kept forgetting to bust out the camera!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WXaefF_rXZCIzvoEtxJXRMDYq3LbGJYpXs3CMUwgoNXmhZkIP8oYVAj5dxPK0IGXyiX_i55iszI6xDLVOy9AlI-0cE21XxRYjyvUOSovPTkwJJEA-qES231MVLAI1-lYEXKFwRMMpiPY/s1600/7-24-2010+017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497671129850191810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WXaefF_rXZCIzvoEtxJXRMDYq3LbGJYpXs3CMUwgoNXmhZkIP8oYVAj5dxPK0IGXyiX_i55iszI6xDLVOy9AlI-0cE21XxRYjyvUOSovPTkwJJEA-qES231MVLAI1-lYEXKFwRMMpiPY/s400/7-24-2010+017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVinXMC0ep1R-4lvtduQp4CSZLd884XuLUEOZfP5FMzJ4BfE4ThgO3GiUgI4I2ZkRo4YMg1dJSmLarZDhSMCG611YkwPgBMQTYVZ03GJO2wFgYLh2HKutP6OagbxBLUAsp0R_z5A1cyb2D/s1600/7-24-2010+008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497671121622575906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVinXMC0ep1R-4lvtduQp4CSZLd884XuLUEOZfP5FMzJ4BfE4ThgO3GiUgI4I2ZkRo4YMg1dJSmLarZDhSMCG611YkwPgBMQTYVZ03GJO2wFgYLh2HKutP6OagbxBLUAsp0R_z5A1cyb2D/s400/7-24-2010+008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here was Krew at one month. It's been a while since I posted a pic of him, so here's one I missed:0).</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>We are finally breaking ground on our lot on Tuesday, hoping to be in by Christmas. Hooray!</div><br /><br /><div>I wrote this on facebook, but it's so cute I'll post it here too. Last night Jax's wish upon a star was this: "I wish that I could have lots of new toys every day, and I wish Mom could work at the dollar store." This wish better never come true! He used to tell me he wished we could live there!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-57760160927682044522010-07-20T18:13:00.000-07:002010-07-20T18:23:19.969-07:00Good Times...Today is one of those days where I am barely refraining from PULLING MY HAIR OUT. Most of the day has been spent listening to at least two kids crying at a time, sometimes three. Jax is at an age where he thinks it's really fun to make fun of everyone and say stuff to me like, "Duh" and "Are you deaf?!?" Good times...<br /><br />Krew is getting better at the needy thing, but still cries a ton. He's actually crying as I'm writing this, but being the good mommy I am, I am acting like I can't hear:). Jax is crying too because Ryan won't turn on his shows. Krew refuses to take a bottle or a binky and I am seriously open to suggestions on how to remedy this bottle thing. Btw, Ry is now telling me Krew is hungry, when he just ate a half hour ago. How come every time a baby cries the dad gives the baby to the mom and claims he's hungry. What about the fact that he could just be bored?!!! (there's my rant:)). Good times...<br /><br />Beckham, who is usually my hard one, is actually my best one right now. He's always telling me, "Yub ooh Mommy" (love you Mommy). It reminds me this parenting this is really worth it:). Today, he was sitting in the back of the car talking to himself, and I overheard him count to 15, without missing a number. Holy cow, the kid just turned 2 the end of May! Then when we got home I started feeding Krew. Beckham sat next to me and pulled up his shirt and said, "Kew eat." I told him no, that only Mommy could feed Krew. He then pointed to himself and said, "Mommy eat." Yeah, I had to tell him Mommy couldn't eat from him either;). He then said, "Me eat," and bent his down and started saying, "Num-num-num-num." It made me laugh, on a day when laughs were few and far between. Good times, really...Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-41676907034641797852010-07-13T15:42:00.000-07:002010-07-13T15:57:27.772-07:00Jordyn's Engagements<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZr570WhkrnQx02zvuQL7DaS9L1iftyiOksXCi0vlUu1Ifwwgedc-e0gUz9PvNVr6FI0XEl3zt6om_2NJLhgjAhDXh0-_bxLnoafYhg8jCyxtHqYmNmBJERnEXw1xrqJdRG4j_Npi0xfS/s1600/36961_411866202087_765647087_4368224_7840666_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493526171658803250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZr570WhkrnQx02zvuQL7DaS9L1iftyiOksXCi0vlUu1Ifwwgedc-e0gUz9PvNVr6FI0XEl3zt6om_2NJLhgjAhDXh0-_bxLnoafYhg8jCyxtHqYmNmBJERnEXw1xrqJdRG4j_Npi0xfS/s400/36961_411866202087_765647087_4368224_7840666_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Lot's of pictures here...but I couldn't pick just one. My little sister, Jordyn, is getting married September 16. Her fiance is working in Alaska for the summer, and came home over the Fourth to visit and they had their engagements done. How cute did these turn out?!! They are so happy and so in love, and I am happy for her. I am her maid of honor, so this gives me 2 months to get the last 15 lbs off! Better get crackin'! Anywho, these two are so cute together. They are pretty much the same person, just a male and female version. Very laid back, go with the flow, and always fun to be around. Congrats you two!~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m_gVK32XBF611rd8cAbZFT_3ajcfrXFXIwXkx9J4I_zDDnQOgvkPQtXI_zJtCSvFGSmjy1vmMJS0f8K-nRy_OLnQ1wG2WR_3qhGJEOacd3cu7sjUCHP-yLVhsXjPeM9TeuiUHxD-7TnP/s1600/36221_411866437087_765647087_4368237_6791514_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493526167545185602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m_gVK32XBF611rd8cAbZFT_3ajcfrXFXIwXkx9J4I_zDDnQOgvkPQtXI_zJtCSvFGSmjy1vmMJS0f8K-nRy_OLnQ1wG2WR_3qhGJEOacd3cu7sjUCHP-yLVhsXjPeM9TeuiUHxD-7TnP/s400/36221_411866437087_765647087_4368237_6791514_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAB2QQSQ00NWdUmbVZPTecFNq29CiRlDjzzgCdfwoK_u8v65RzSPKuS_3ekpzaxLCslU_0fxBN4LP50tRe5dsaqLKO3vw8uxktUR0rNljGwKPxKpRiuGqVsun_bTVrs4UZn-cZBF6hJ1t3/s1600/Superhero.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I have to say, adjusting to three kids has been heck. It is a lot harder than I thought, and I thought it would be hard! I think it would help if Krew thought sleeping was worthwhile. Apparently since he doesn't like it, unless it involves a swing, he doesn't think I should be a fan either. He is so cute, though, that he's forgiven. He smiles at me all the time and tries to talk tons. We kept wondering who he would look like, and for a while it was Beckham, then it turned to Jax. Now, he's his own little man. He's keeping his brown hair, and his eyes are going either brown or hazel. Definitely different for us!</div><div> </div><div>Good news though: Our lot is FINALLY done! We are so excited. We applied for our building permit today, so we should be underway shortly!</div><div> </div><div>Jaxon is still making me laugh also. I walked in on him staring in the mirror today chanting, "Baby teeth, come out! Baby teeth, come out!" Guess he wants a visit from the tooth fairy:). Also, he is my health nut. Whenever I exercise, he does it with me. He also does crunches and push-ups like a champ. Yesterday, he planned a picnic for Beckham, me, and him. He called it a "healthy picnic" and the only things sitting out on the blanket were: carrots, strawberries, apples, and a Diet Mountain Dew for me. He knows the way to my heart:). Every time Ryan or I eat something we shouldn't, he says, "That's not healthy. That won't help you grow." Maybe I should listen a little more and my weight loss will improve;).</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-21031143294277427462010-06-02T15:57:00.000-07:002010-06-02T18:15:36.453-07:00Beckham Turns 2!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwjHoNvUCFWlh5MPtvlVXGb80rYbGEULawrddUfYEhemIDk5QZz92ykW9B3HNN19FKcaRLsxzpDYmfnSMKDwWVp1hEJI3v1_B8GeaiujAQwD73DjLqKk-2mLnDjopfcl5_HGBGfnftrOw/s1600/Pic's+2010+676.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478317075126170018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwjHoNvUCFWlh5MPtvlVXGb80rYbGEULawrddUfYEhemIDk5QZz92ykW9B3HNN19FKcaRLsxzpDYmfnSMKDwWVp1hEJI3v1_B8GeaiujAQwD73DjLqKk-2mLnDjopfcl5_HGBGfnftrOw/s400/Pic's+2010+676.JPG" /></a><br /><br />May 27 my big boy turned 2! Jax had a T-Ball game, so we celebrated Becks' birthday Friday night. Beckham's favorite show in the world is Yo Gabba Gabba (or Gabba as he calls it), so he got a Gabba cake. He was shy when everyone was singing to him, so he held on to my leg. LOVE HIM!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-qW1tb-PcSStdUt8WOWuT2DjwTxjeCUthylYoL5NBn9Uun6pKKGmBaf2TwrvRYgBJZNMuMAFEexAEXwDIXjH1RtO8xcr0Goo9xXmjLNPVm2LBNCyjlCpeBv5V-kmuuCGC2rEBXqhRt0b/s1600/Pic's+2010+679.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478317066355754770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-qW1tb-PcSStdUt8WOWuT2DjwTxjeCUthylYoL5NBn9Uun6pKKGmBaf2TwrvRYgBJZNMuMAFEexAEXwDIXjH1RtO8xcr0Goo9xXmjLNPVm2LBNCyjlCpeBv5V-kmuuCGC2rEBXqhRt0b/s400/Pic's+2010+679.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />The best part of Beckham's cake, as you can see on the left, is that Walmart wrote "Happy birthday Deckham." Seriously Walmart? How hard is Beckham! I guess it's something to laugh about!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeMs6t9WkHvhiNM0uE47cv5lQ0M-4fZ7LIlSH6KPBer0q_2qtSm2sO6IapmDi9y1wbFDBhtYdyPLoUpgRkaLKBf6p4ARwH2KnhPp8QvSEaEA8cSG1U2I4XQZEpCpMPQrpyaeJK9CHPcKH/s1600/Pic's+2010+709.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478317060052534674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeMs6t9WkHvhiNM0uE47cv5lQ0M-4fZ7LIlSH6KPBer0q_2qtSm2sO6IapmDi9y1wbFDBhtYdyPLoUpgRkaLKBf6p4ARwH2KnhPp8QvSEaEA8cSG1U2I4XQZEpCpMPQrpyaeJK9CHPcKH/s400/Pic's+2010+709.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Beckham's face whenever he eats. He is the messiest kid I know. My mother-in-law has nicknamed him "Pig pen" like on Charlie Brown, because the kid is never clean. I clean his face a million times a day, and I turn around and he's dirty again. Half the time I can't figure out what he got on himself because he hasn't even eaten anything!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5TSwBEEvZy-yhp5RX8er5qkuNul1GlF3y0NExbCQ-eM4HSgarphxcP5_T8Uqby-RDB0ZgUm7QErJjmwtuvjj7mJHoCtmq11DM5hG0SDsgKpkENbBx4bXhCNNZrUcuFoo5lCWY01Xo4Ep/s1600/Pic's+2010+699.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478317052507343730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5TSwBEEvZy-yhp5RX8er5qkuNul1GlF3y0NExbCQ-eM4HSgarphxcP5_T8Uqby-RDB0ZgUm7QErJjmwtuvjj7mJHoCtmq11DM5hG0SDsgKpkENbBx4bXhCNNZrUcuFoo5lCWY01Xo4Ep/s400/Pic's+2010+699.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beckham loved all of the toys everyone gave him. Thank you so much family!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJF4R0p7VW-wgxsGGNQHH32M1SWLarM4gmsIqoEES7b17dM8h0jc3Dxd8FzvfvU0GdpRyZQG_mYStv4yVC9IZR6fXrSbxnumBZRwujaw3Z17PY0YhnhCZOBcFZwujTqf1_9E7Nkb_AEuxk/s1600/Pic's+2010+716.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478317042122165586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJF4R0p7VW-wgxsGGNQHH32M1SWLarM4gmsIqoEES7b17dM8h0jc3Dxd8FzvfvU0GdpRyZQG_mYStv4yVC9IZR6fXrSbxnumBZRwujaw3Z17PY0YhnhCZOBcFZwujTqf1_9E7Nkb_AEuxk/s400/Pic's+2010+716.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jax took this picture of the other boys and me. Not a half bad pic for a four-year-old!<br /><br /><br /><p><strong>About Beckham:</strong></p><p><strong>*</strong>Like I said, the kid is never clean. I love it 'cause it's just part of what makes him who he is.</p><p>*Beckham loves mischief. He is my biggest trouble maker by far.</p><p>*Beckham LOVES to eat. Rarely do you see him at home not carrying around a bag of something. His favorite is fruit, but he LOVES junk food. He hates all veggies but carrots. If it's green, he won't even try it.</p><p>*He knows most of his colors.</p><p>*He can count 1-5, then skips and starts 10-13. So cute:)</p><p>*He has the cutest lisp. Fam members always ask him to say words with "s" in it because it's adorable. He also can't say "K" sounds in the middle of a word. He can say "Kew" (Krew), but pocket comes out "potsie." Even cuter with the lisp! Almost everything he says ends in an "ie" sound. It gets confusing for people who don't hear him talk all day:).</p><p>*Everything he asks for, he asks for in two's. ie: If he asks for cheese, or you ask him if he wants some, he yells, "Two cheese!" If you agree, then a lot of times he'll up the amount to 3 or 4.</p><p>*He loves guns. They are by far his favorite toy.</p><p>*Beckham loves his brothers. He especially looks up to Jax and wants to do anything and everything Jax does. Luckily, Jax is a good sport and lets him tag along:).</p><p>*Beckham has the sweetest smile; it always melts my heart!</p>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-12244796369135824932010-05-29T17:14:00.000-07:002010-05-29T17:46:39.414-07:00Preschool GraduationThat's right, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> is now an official graduate of Alphabet Train Preschool in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Riverdale</span>. He graduated on May 21. Miss Michelle, his teacher, did a great job. They sung songs, then she had each child come up where she shared something about them. When it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaxon's</span> turn, she shared how <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaxon</span> is her little perfectionist. He had to make sure everything was just right in all of his assignments, often having to redo things to make sure they were perfect. She said he was definitely going to be a straight A student. Then she presented him with his "diploma", as well as a scrapbook that was specific to just him. It had pic's of him on the first day of school, then on each of the field trips. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> has looked at it every day and takes time to tell me the same stories over and over:). After graduation was done, Miss Michelle held a carnival in her back yard. There were different stations with games where kids earned tickets. At the end they traded their tickets in for prizes. She finished it off with lunch. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> told me it was his "lucky day" because he got to go to a carnival, then get graduation presents from his grandparents and parents. It was a special day for me too. I will blame it on the hormones left over from the pregnancy, but I was definitely teary-eyed watching my Baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> singing songs and looking so big. I was such a proud Mama! My mom also took Becks and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> for me so that I could spend some much-needed one-on-one time with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span>.<br /><br /><div><div><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> has grown up so much during this school year. The first two pics are from his first day of school, and the last three are from preschool graduation.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vgudmjTls3n4OqmpA69krK2Jq8E1j6TfGKND4kTTMvxNVNylZOUhemQvC1YdR9UkLZlYhEOBfWaZiEhBECy5W1aFbHa4tG_rqyyvkxGJSOiQItjjZe2MVz9-w0VKzuUvSl0VqgHU2Fno/s1600/Pic's+2010+242.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476851720275549346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vgudmjTls3n4OqmpA69krK2Jq8E1j6TfGKND4kTTMvxNVNylZOUhemQvC1YdR9UkLZlYhEOBfWaZiEhBECy5W1aFbHa4tG_rqyyvkxGJSOiQItjjZe2MVz9-w0VKzuUvSl0VqgHU2Fno/s400/Pic's+2010+242.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LfuSQYgG8-aZXbqjXSQwt1lD5UGFLDlZJuUSVeXU8NgLiQCJQlLXPyysPbxizaZA5ZlklpOKguUlL_eBmp-l2mLtS3Du50Fn9MwCiCFKbBql8QLBrP5Hzv3_9MOTJG-V8t9WD-laudkf/s1600/Pic's+2010+252.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476853583691828530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LfuSQYgG8-aZXbqjXSQwt1lD5UGFLDlZJuUSVeXU8NgLiQCJQlLXPyysPbxizaZA5ZlklpOKguUlL_eBmp-l2mLtS3Du50Fn9MwCiCFKbBql8QLBrP5Hzv3_9MOTJG-V8t9WD-laudkf/s400/Pic's+2010+252.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO24lI5cFaJxp5yTlbO8oayQnOnxGyEAgYhYlWcS6vV3C9JHK54fMZUkFzU3aDJHc_cOsIQJY8Il1pKPyBe4mTFEETKLlNAiuQovqudwNbWk_EfzKacrhChPf1RJx0bWyGpVHpDUvY3QZ0/s1600/Pic's+2010+663.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476853601653316338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO24lI5cFaJxp5yTlbO8oayQnOnxGyEAgYhYlWcS6vV3C9JHK54fMZUkFzU3aDJHc_cOsIQJY8Il1pKPyBe4mTFEETKLlNAiuQovqudwNbWk_EfzKacrhChPf1RJx0bWyGpVHpDUvY3QZ0/s400/Pic's+2010+663.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjws8sB1-n8NhmYHYAZvKet7V10g62F3B-L3UncaMFfS07zt36b5HJkrpI4YIHL01FEiEZ3XRSoaq9mLaM0ioobz2F7X5anXyuc_wmifBwvXq-XLXS5R6YM0HvBmyNuKn4FJDHHcPIHjkab/s1600/Pic's+2010+658.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476853595776832386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjws8sB1-n8NhmYHYAZvKet7V10g62F3B-L3UncaMFfS07zt36b5HJkrpI4YIHL01FEiEZ3XRSoaq9mLaM0ioobz2F7X5anXyuc_wmifBwvXq-XLXS5R6YM0HvBmyNuKn4FJDHHcPIHjkab/s400/Pic's+2010+658.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNTAdwLgjbAqUKV8ZD7YEelq9NHPF2TU7vLTvhWqummJgQx1PeJTVGbrcS2p4VVx2J7R2mrvBlytFHP4H7tW26tkIgixftt1ESbSpd6YaauBPErdRs1GgdNOZwQv8yqd9bwGAuwAP4Wxz/s1600/Pic's+2010+669.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476853612420206786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNTAdwLgjbAqUKV8ZD7YEelq9NHPF2TU7vLTvhWqummJgQx1PeJTVGbrcS2p4VVx2J7R2mrvBlytFHP4H7tW26tkIgixftt1ESbSpd6YaauBPErdRs1GgdNOZwQv8yqd9bwGAuwAP4Wxz/s400/Pic's+2010+669.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> and his buddy Jake. We couldn't end the school year without a pic of these two together. Jake's mom and I have plans to keep these two friends even though we've moved. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> has been asking to have a "play-date" (his word, not mine:0)) with Jake constantly since school ended!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Some of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jaxon's</span> accomplishments at the end of the year: he can count to five in Spanish, he writes his name very well, he can write any letter you tell him. He now asks how to spell random words, then shows me when he's done. They're always right! Besides his name, he can write Mom, Dad, and Beck without even asking how anymore! I know all parents think this, but I swear my kid is a genius! He can tell you anything about any animal or dinosaur. He is always coming out with random facts for me. </div><div>A while ago, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> and my older brother <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jarod</span> argued about where the Dodo bird was found before it became extinct. Jax kept insisting it was from the Isle of Mauritius. We looked it up, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> was right! The Island of Mauritius. That was fun to rub in my brother's face;)!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-80199528736351078672010-05-27T15:41:00.003-07:002010-05-27T15:47:41.575-07:00NewbornsMy extremely talented friend Sharstin took pictures of Krew this past week, the day he turned two weeks old. Here are a few. How great is she?!!!<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084103874938722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdXNyA5YBBvmHUbNpa_ZNyanwrA6be4pvfWwzbtdZYX4okdwb-4ol0-NZLNm3CoznJBtkmyG1JhyVRoI46W5jWHqk-BCVINFcA3-yblKRF2ZZsvg65GudrotdNyRqJEAeEWf_x-k6lLxN/s400/Image+6.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084099543502322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDqGM7EL6foEQI4FW8S-IvOSo8Wue_62Lj589NyhUBHWwRiens4QGa76gza0qeKSaMMxHmoYNKtba0WCjImMM2t6GN8h7H7WArHFqKCm_XrzDqiop53f5RZl0aeeVYnnJUOa8RAiA3kh2/s400/Image+3.jpg" /><br /><br />Love this bowtie pic:<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084085268317746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FDhH3xdqCbqHqk6688TXAJr-GspBtjqWiMXUKSyG-J1cC88x22Yp9H8Xt7kYHXFSMLu831rtizd1ael-JzclWo6Z4LzMS6SaS4Y7BcwJ4n47H33_KlugmhB9BbGBuw95ug4BXHk8-0te/s400/Image+7.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084094959210914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaOV6hivqdRt00W5hz2O9zTg53Il4a7DCrNkLeSBuQmr2qZwY581svQ2efApi1dOnvqYPDaPhzl9A-qDrR72zs-A7JH6jsQst42bty4GvnjRHHNmxI8XxNdz6rbPzX8ETAd-Y1PGCfWwI/s400/Image+4.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084081311023250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBMznne_46yNDuOs8io34qo0w8azjt1pYm2C_fkOLluHmhoGUrPGLv8FGjOsksIniNWLneMISZQ_6EAmJHsdQa_9pUe7ArpHzIl99mkykU0v7-yl1bzxAegnaT9EVGi8t65U6gbx8jwgH/s400/Image+5.jpg" />Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-84012483489642609912010-05-21T14:34:00.001-07:002010-05-21T14:37:45.236-07:00Love This FACE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2C0Vp1nwnzu9W2DYcQfPPKZ_8kPPTZSTH9vOrofmvmp2J5hA2HTqrTamnwxmPQWJSGr4ser0x2M2Yv35qA-PMnBpeucfoRnQYE9V70w4J4EDSWkf5fyyy3yqBEDgS_3Ae4MY962hCGwF/s1600/Baby+Krew+from+mom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473840544487727026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2C0Vp1nwnzu9W2DYcQfPPKZ_8kPPTZSTH9vOrofmvmp2J5hA2HTqrTamnwxmPQWJSGr4ser0x2M2Yv35qA-PMnBpeucfoRnQYE9V70w4J4EDSWkf5fyyy3yqBEDgS_3Ae4MY962hCGwF/s400/Baby+Krew+from+mom.jpg" /></a><br /><div> Just another random picture of my new little snuggly guy. Can I tell you how much I LOVE being his Mommy?!!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-87628222836492867162010-05-18T15:37:00.001-07:002010-05-18T16:21:22.890-07:00Meet Baby KrewFINALLY, on May 11, 2010, at 12:47 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> Scott <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hadlow</span> made his appearance in the world. He weighed 7 lbs 3 oz and was 19 1/2 inches long. We are so happy to have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> in our family, and I already LOVE him more than words can say! He is the sweetest little baby ever (as long as you feed him RIGHT when he's ready;)).<br /><br />Birth Story:<br />I went in at 5:30 to be induced, and I was already having contractions consistently about 10 min apart (which had gone on for 3 days so could have gone forever:)). Julia came in and broke my water at 7:45, and then I asked for my epidural. I'm not so much into pain if I can help it:0). The anesthesiologist was in a C-Section, but I was assured he would come when he came out. An hour and a half later, he came. By then I was doubled over in pain. Just before he got there, they gave me some pain <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> through my IV to take the edge off, which just plain knocked me out. He came in and did the epidural, and I had a hard time even focusing through that. The next thing I knew, it was noon and I had been having feeling pressure below for a while. The nurse checked me and let me know I was ready and she was calling Julia. Julia didn't show up for 3o or 40 minutes, and the whole time I was telling Ryan I was holding <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> in. I could seriously feel him trying to slip out! Julia got there, and as she was gowning up she told me to go ahead and try to push and rock the baby. Receiving wasn't even there yet for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span>. Well, one push and his head popped out. Another half a push and there was his body. I heard Julia say, "Look at that hair!" I thought it was a joke because my kids are born bald. Not this time! Anyway, a nurse ran in the hall and yelled for receiving. It was pretty funny, and I loved that this part was fast. I don't love pushing. Julia told me that was shocking, and that it was one of the fastest deliveries she's ever seen:). <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> came out SCREAMING, and didn't stop for a while. Once he got a bath, he calmed down and has been pretty great ever since (as long as I don't eat sausage and cheesy things:).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvAWSdp1omCHLwSXDOIyyM2r6sc_4Lm5QKVJX1v1eQNVanCHdwsDBChpedEbu_RvuJ-Vx8kfUXcLdy_CmjnZ330i9ybST9ArRbLhvhAHdt8L-vHByfFfW39kgaUkOdg44URS_GsGgZ3yV/s1600/DSCF0648.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472748764702644242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvAWSdp1omCHLwSXDOIyyM2r6sc_4Lm5QKVJX1v1eQNVanCHdwsDBChpedEbu_RvuJ-Vx8kfUXcLdy_CmjnZ330i9ybST9ArRbLhvhAHdt8L-vHByfFfW39kgaUkOdg44URS_GsGgZ3yV/s400/DSCF0648.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472747344155874162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb40UIQl9Yzcn182bKig0K6V3mq12NQLVP2EG0eAFQnQ5a0bmtKgE6MdIf54Lp9wEXFcnVGaRxn57kkJsONEFad7PwReSsdzeAVQ_hXmYEg-kQI0u7foXIDae47A0kLXLP6BzwHr92uCB/s400/DSCF0652.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472747380679304898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNKN0dD36iP8DxDA6GLLmgPSefNJNfYljPqTE88MUVakLCE46KgS0Q1-jK5U-E2pLslq__MpOgixzTXq75dgWKyE7qVchgqDP2y76y2WAhwxEeoGMwwTCV1WHQf_Ps7cv50nthWC3cz3s/s400/DSCF0690.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickIl_YgCs8qWGSCXt3nJIbkEGHxc1zmL_2biilPt2Xup2wS9439TXWVnpk7BpgHlsv33RPGRAHxeEEd2pLL6wQgLcXCaqxioQPVJyYpDKiMR25tFlKFbnjPP6bFK0NIzQNOzTI_h02RIk/s1600/DSCF0692.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472748755712286898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickIl_YgCs8qWGSCXt3nJIbkEGHxc1zmL_2biilPt2Xup2wS9439TXWVnpk7BpgHlsv33RPGRAHxeEEd2pLL6wQgLcXCaqxioQPVJyYpDKiMR25tFlKFbnjPP6bFK0NIzQNOzTI_h02RIk/s400/DSCF0692.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472747372167556594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfa5nqXrckBc1UM3gizwrTsEj2LPpp9goKwYAOD9ER79U0gv1qPUETxJyru98Vkbw3piFt8dluO_lL3kYemXHq2fZaUzsT36_SXbKs98LXbJKE0FL-_VVxiQ7oS9UYMI2Mr6GA9PtMZoDu/s400/DSCF0684.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472747368134346306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2cJrMyF6fR7wdG8vzqJsu_AJRIoroRgiQuWOyWh-P5OV0n2RN5TMcb4Mk51Y1kBP37LQEzmNo_8ImEOU2oLg3O2XTsX754s3nTpL90vxyP-2ABijg28UbdMsCoW6JE4b8m5qcWVsQhFC/s400/DSCF0682.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472747355783788018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXttG1P_DX-WkTvj3cElHV-JVif55KgOBVE_gzAMYPOSWTsen2mgN756o5OvzbIXmu4__TmG10ji-OHKCfbEg6PV0btLJs3WswJJ0jaEDs7Y5xrZLr7xUcxjmKcKcpVOZb1LdiyZwtuMqh/s400/DSCF0674.JPG" /></div><div>When <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> hair dries right after a bath, this is what it looks like. Automatically! It stands on end EVERYWHERE. It looks like a monkey, and I LOVE it! He also sports a rockin' mullet!</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472748731119616098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuRPNpTnI5KB7lpls8SkW21rPnUaUxwVXn4TErdntfIFIYJ7VXvXitVOBrh9ee4at2ZgekSB_XVBk6g6QwkMFX5IxR3PQLVK0d680MuFOLJZt-NMHc1ZYOZtYE_NwhZE809_BNtlOnyfm/s400/DSCF0705.JPG" /></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472748740053204290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW-OwpmZXFQaQssclDYcp-2ziJfImykeG-RXTOSIQT_Fw0cPuryblM6ZVY64EWt5hoMshQr4Rp1VC6yg0Hd8oR1qBDDXBSuQq1Ca42Gv04xm1DM6vVcacyqRJq4DJKDrLu9EZZU4hum_h/s400/DSCF0709.JPG" /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Kara had her baby Brynn the next day in the room right next door to me. It was fun having her so close, and being able to visit each other! It is also great having a friend who is going through the same thing you are at exactly the same time! Here is a picture of our little bundles in the hospital. Maybe it can go in their wedding video!</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFbnHxMHd3hnUm1byVEhVrwkf2Pb-_Mq60r23jtdBW8gzqU2jWofRVNG82i8rj-e6aR7ysuhtto6LRSvEKXzb63RxE-CTUQBCVZRn7eO2piilw91SOCrX4mJiGsPW4KsX12ccAgkkgZtW/s1600/DSCF0696.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472748748199750642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFbnHxMHd3hnUm1byVEhVrwkf2Pb-_Mq60r23jtdBW8gzqU2jWofRVNG82i8rj-e6aR7ysuhtto6LRSvEKXzb63RxE-CTUQBCVZRn7eO2piilw91SOCrX4mJiGsPW4KsX12ccAgkkgZtW/s400/DSCF0696.JPG" /></a> </div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-72422222909537174442010-05-10T15:04:00.000-07:002010-05-10T15:22:50.956-07:00Tomorrow...Tomorrow, my life is going to change. I am so excited to meet my little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span>. I'm excited to see the feet that have bruised the skin just under my ribs. I am excited to see the elbows that pop out my sides. I am excited to kiss the little face I haven't seen since 22 weeks, the mouth that has a bad case of the hiccups about 10 times a day:). Over the last few weeks, these little things have felt like such a burden, but I know after tomorrow I will miss every second of feeling <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> move inside of me. I'll miss the closeness of literally sharing the same skin.<br /><br />Tomorrow, our little family of four is going to change to a family of five. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> is so excited to meet his little brother. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beckham</span> is still pretty sure <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> is in his belly, so it will be quite a surprise to him after he comes out of mine:). Ryan can't wait to meet his son and is so curious to see what he looks like. I just hope I have the energy to spread my time around three boys (four, if you count Ryan:)). I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> can't wait to once again be my helper, and will love every second of it. I just hope that I can show <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beckham</span> that just because there is another baby I'm holding, it doesn't mean that I love him any less. I hope he doesn't feel cheated, and knows how big a part of my heart he still holds. He gets jealous if I even hug <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> and not him, so I'm hoping he doesn't take my affections being split too hard.<br /><br />Tomorrow, all of my questions will be answered. Is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> fully healthy? How will the delivery go? What does <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span> look like? Is his nose mine or Ryan's, does his head shape take after his mom or his dad's? What's his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">temperament</span> going to be like? Will he have hair? Will he be fair or olive-skinned? So many things I have wondered about over the past nine months will no longer be a mystery.<br /><br />Tomorrow, I will feel guilty for leaving my boys for a few days. I am excited to have the time with just my little Baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew</span>, to be able to bond with him. I have only forty eight hours before we go home, and my attention has to be split into thirds. I just hope I'm up for the task of my three boys. Tomorrow, my naps end:). Tomorrow, eating what I want ends:). Tomorrow, I will be able to breathe again:).<br /><br />I can't wait for tomorrow...Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-9538375338018011272010-05-05T13:57:00.001-07:002010-05-05T14:20:49.960-07:00Field Trip To the ZooJax's preschool took the last and best field trip of the year on April 21. My little sis Jordyn was nice enough to come with us since there was no way I could be 9 months pregnant and chase two kids around. We divided and conquered, each of us taking one at a time. I haven't been to the zoo since four days before Beckham was born (why I go just before my kids arrive I really don't know:)). The zoo wasn't as cool as I remember it. The baby giraffe died, the zebras died, and they are doing some sort of renovation on the bears exhibits so they're in Oregon. Not a great season for animals at the zoo, though there is an adorable baby elephant. Jax and Beckham had the time of their lives even with the lack of animals. It was so fun to watch the joy on their faces!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT48qr1h1maMmAlH1iha5L2CRRj-X6HShDUU1JbNmevohyphenhyphenPaTDAQYBscOdrTnWUB8fZNcXbmwgMihaLqCGDIY1hsNbmHZI18tR6o27B2U_L-KGPp9CgUv_rz26jWNLEM7TWjCir6DG3xGQ/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894992150109266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT48qr1h1maMmAlH1iha5L2CRRj-X6HShDUU1JbNmevohyphenhyphenPaTDAQYBscOdrTnWUB8fZNcXbmwgMihaLqCGDIY1hsNbmHZI18tR6o27B2U_L-KGPp9CgUv_rz26jWNLEM7TWjCir6DG3xGQ/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" /></a><br />Rarely did I see more than the side of Jax's face, since he was always looking at the animals:)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkAjsEl8uTivXt6P1NNIY75988uBLqGeXUmVilEKCd2gnt5Xv_3ITx1gcsuuQOgCzyZEWZeHGNCN89AxrcGMiQVOQjqDGp44QQdDMlpRU2k-Fq772OjIlQS-cweuPJDfsyr5mRMjxTwAY/s1600/Jax2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894985909580722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkAjsEl8uTivXt6P1NNIY75988uBLqGeXUmVilEKCd2gnt5Xv_3ITx1gcsuuQOgCzyZEWZeHGNCN89AxrcGMiQVOQjqDGp44QQdDMlpRU2k-Fq772OjIlQS-cweuPJDfsyr5mRMjxTwAY/s400/Jax2.JPG" /></a><br />My little sis Jordyn and the boys by the giraffes (I know, obvious)</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06MGU72UfAwldOuU1DrPhXeWIpbmoCgiLiuSnfDZPddlsn_wMC8-tnQqXMb4A1vy7HtDWlcLUSinY8sdG7b0S-cEGvBGzbYaJHos5_DqLNOCoa9o7Kly4t5u7zxwjiTRs8C87sf7CqzQd/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894975748961794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06MGU72UfAwldOuU1DrPhXeWIpbmoCgiLiuSnfDZPddlsn_wMC8-tnQqXMb4A1vy7HtDWlcLUSinY8sdG7b0S-cEGvBGzbYaJHos5_DqLNOCoa9o7Kly4t5u7zxwjiTRs8C87sf7CqzQd/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5c91EnoSibq7_SDy_pEnFjtD4p226EaZXeWLUup4pLbw_5zX-8sJNaiZldZ9cBcNEYo1gG8QutROFCrDA_rdGHkERFMtAj2QjdjkrPaH3gg2n8WapaEL7JWOdSvEPZuDD7_PfTbqj09t/s1600/IMG_0585.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894962483803954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5c91EnoSibq7_SDy_pEnFjtD4p226EaZXeWLUup4pLbw_5zX-8sJNaiZldZ9cBcNEYo1gG8QutROFCrDA_rdGHkERFMtAj2QjdjkrPaH3gg2n8WapaEL7JWOdSvEPZuDD7_PfTbqj09t/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" /></a><br />I'm pretty sure it's a requirement every time you go to the zoo to get a picture by the gorilla picture...</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UG5irdNEILyrwqFKkxEZf3zmDQo2_3wOPJwFuZz_qKear3IwJOSBAuZQeM8_vPm-OyJmJQhsM4X3fUD_Ic3aQ5FuzcVaDBNSv6Np_96VrDmA-3mKnYOXsaeaiF33Z-foJ1JdlxJv7DOR/s1600/Jasx3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894952718879330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UG5irdNEILyrwqFKkxEZf3zmDQo2_3wOPJwFuZz_qKear3IwJOSBAuZQeM8_vPm-OyJmJQhsM4X3fUD_Ic3aQ5FuzcVaDBNSv6Np_96VrDmA-3mKnYOXsaeaiF33Z-foJ1JdlxJv7DOR/s400/Jasx3.JPG" /></a><br />Jordyn was a sport and carried Jax on her shoulders a ton. Good thing he didn't want me to:)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgRLtidv2HetaAGU72TGvYskZ-uG5mI4uhQoAlFRqd7iiW4mRV0nnzaDJDIe9hGgpKO-skiJs6L5jUaQ4R5ervd9q6GdnaAbKVMehOnoCj_Xy3zEY9fQ6dJcMvcQNlQ_40USb1_isu_IH/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467893644299868914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgRLtidv2HetaAGU72TGvYskZ-uG5mI4uhQoAlFRqd7iiW4mRV0nnzaDJDIe9hGgpKO-skiJs6L5jUaQ4R5ervd9q6GdnaAbKVMehOnoCj_Xy3zEY9fQ6dJcMvcQNlQ_40USb1_isu_IH/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" /></a><br />This is the only picture I have with me and both boys...I couldn't get them both to pose in a picture with me. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRyaJAjNsZP31kX1xYwU2Xj4JBDu2OSxJyIJ5cnjurSdvacS6a-FTO40cja5VhGGThFhLnX_kVDq7cGZls1K_py5TZFnYevwuo8Ft9iizV0g9YzCJTOoV0LLU3YwmcScgS5b513YC8-x5/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467893634884532514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRyaJAjNsZP31kX1xYwU2Xj4JBDu2OSxJyIJ5cnjurSdvacS6a-FTO40cja5VhGGThFhLnX_kVDq7cGZls1K_py5TZFnYevwuo8Ft9iizV0g9YzCJTOoV0LLU3YwmcScgS5b513YC8-x5/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" /></a><br />Jaxon's cute Alphabet Train Preschool. This is four classes worth of four and five-year-olds:). Can you say CHAOS?!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphvGBOePvhTIxew270vfJPruILKsjzXPbbVE5gaplGiYQz4kvCPDfCRD6SP8jnIKmbaLfrNIHzSS2GM0D6ceiNyo-IRcUfxda-YUar2v8sEbwDxJoRRZsbgHw3D8-ebJ_yzHDKbRCq0yE/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467893626770394642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphvGBOePvhTIxew270vfJPruILKsjzXPbbVE5gaplGiYQz4kvCPDfCRD6SP8jnIKmbaLfrNIHzSS2GM0D6ceiNyo-IRcUfxda-YUar2v8sEbwDxJoRRZsbgHw3D8-ebJ_yzHDKbRCq0yE/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" /></a><br />Can I tell you how much I LOVE this face? I feel so blessed to see this smile every day...even if it is covering an extremely mischievous side;). He so doesn't look old enough to be a big brother!<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467893605380641090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQdEBlgKWWX9AQuWZz2SwJhqjPamsHNmr3uZtNSdK3GTXhgrcYQhZY-sb79F_Vx0dhnjmZdLCiRy4td0P9PCX7R6_E4VLvmQCiq4LNmqEH1FIyo65QSS5bXXHxajOwSMVScw6I6BBGxoQ/s400/Beckham.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w9kXIX4CTPmvVlonp4-OpIWhLEGBduVJWMsQVpZ-n3uIJqn6j1HKJ-BGzVvY45J1IMSi2m_1yXU4YeBh-NNI7h9yn5TNyuEo0Sv-4cz3uzMbfrypmmJGJ4yemT3KFXjycqM62xzSVJoL/s1600/Becks.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467893613956004706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-w9kXIX4CTPmvVlonp4-OpIWhLEGBduVJWMsQVpZ-n3uIJqn6j1HKJ-BGzVvY45J1IMSi2m_1yXU4YeBh-NNI7h9yn5TNyuEo0Sv-4cz3uzMbfrypmmJGJ4yemT3KFXjycqM62xzSVJoL/s400/Becks.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Well... six more days until Krew arrives, if he's not here before. I am being induced May 11. So far I am having some contractions (nothing consistent or serious), but I just know I will be able to hold on for only six more days. I have too much to do before he can come! Famous last words, right? This kid is SERIOUSLY painful in my belly. He has given me bruised ribs on both sides, to the point where it hurts to even slouch, and he's not afraid to still kick those bruised ribs. My aches tell me it's time for my body to get with the program and start the evacuation plan, but my mind says NO WAY. Three kids still sounds a little intimidating.</div><div> </div><div>Also, my little brother Jace came home from his mission last night. Pic's to follow as soon as I get them from my mom...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-5202423535367568892010-04-25T16:12:00.000-07:002010-04-25T16:25:20.680-07:00Pregnancy Dreams...And Over the HillI don't know about the rest of you, but one of the funniest parts of pregnancy to me, (and I don't find much to smile about being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">preggers</span> except for the priceless result:)), is the dreams I have. I wake up giggling to myself all of the time. Sometimes I tell Ryan about them as he's getting ready to go to work, and sometimes I forget them. I always think when I wake up from a dream laughing that I'll be sure to remember in the morning, but it hardly happens. Here are three fun dreams I've had lately:<br /><br /><ul><li>A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that I was forced to marry a "little person" in a giant tub of spaghetti sauce. Ryan was there watching and was okay with the whole thing. It was awesome!</li><li>Last week I had a dream that Donny Osmond was convinced we were dating. He followed me around, and everyone I saw that I knew he would say, "We're dating. Come along Honey." I remember thinking he had great teeth, but getting really annoyed when he wouldn't quit following me around.</li><li>The next night after Donny, I had a dream that President Obama called me and told me all of his favorite restaurants, then proceeded to tell me the best food to order at all of his favorite spots. Good stuff.</li></ul><p>Now to the best part of this post...</p><p>RYAN is officially <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">OvEr</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">tHe</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hIlL</span>. He is no longer on the downward slope to thirty. It's official...he's <span style="color:#ff0000;">30</span><span style="color:#000000;">!!! It's so weird that he was only 22 when we got married; it doesn't seem that long ago.</span></p><p><strong>Note to Ryan:</strong> I love that I have spent almost eight years with you! I look back at all of the great times we've had so far, and all of the things we have accomplished, and it makes me so happy to be your wife. I love that you are the most fun person I know, and that I think you are hilarious (even when I am rolling my eyes at you:)). I count my blessings every day that you chose me to be your wife and the mother to your boys:). I LOVE you so much, and can't wait to see what the future holds with YOU!!! Happy big 3-0!</p>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-21368045138017551202010-03-15T15:25:00.000-07:002010-03-15T15:42:53.559-07:00Jaxonism's and MoreI have now borrowed my soon-to-be sister-in-law's camera cord, but my camera is dead so now I have to get batteries before I post pictures:). I just thought I'd post some quickies about the boys and what they're up to.<br /><br /><strong>Beckham: </strong>Becks is getting so big. He is now 21 months old. We took his Bink away about 3 1/2 weeks ago, and he's finally getting over it:). "Bee-bee" was his best friend in the world, so it was a hard break up for him. He's just barely stopped waking up at night and asking for it. Becks sleeps in our bed with us, which definitely needs to change quick since we'll be having a baby in the next two months.<br />Beckham is constantly making us laugh. He is so sure he is as big as Jax, and can do anything his big brother can do. He gets daily wounds trying to be a big boy. Today it is a big bruise on his forehead since he was sure he could go up to the door and ring the doorbell by himself. He fell off the step and hit his head on the corner of the rock exterior of our house. He's tough, though. He only cried for a second, then stopped and said "I 'kay" when I told him we should go inside.<br />Becks is also the dirtiest kid you have ever seen. He is always dirty, even five minutes after getting out of the tub. I am constantly promising people I really do bathe him. Germs seem to be his favorite. Last week I walked in on him sitting on the ground licking the bottom of Jax's very dirty shoe. He was so sad when I took it away. Apparently germs taste good;).<br /><br /><strong>Jax: </strong>Jax is growing up so fast. It makes me sad to wonder where my little boy went, but I love the kid he is turning into. He's my best little friend, and the best big brother Beckham could ever ask for. He includes him in everything; even when he's playing with his friends he makes sure Beckham is a part of the action.<br />Two quick <strong>Jaxonisms:</strong><br /><strong>-</strong>The boys were in the tub last week and I was doing my makeup at the vanity next to it. Jax stopped playing and said, "Mom, Baby Krew is getting big. You look really pregnant. Man, I better start watching <em>I Didn't Know You Were Pregnant</em>." ("I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" is one of my favorite shows). I laughed thinking he was trying to be funny. He gave me a dirty look and said, "Mom, it isn't funny. I'm serious." Apparently there's lots to learn about babies from that show;).<br /><strong>-</strong>Today, when we were driving home, Jax and I had this conversation:<br />Jax: "Mom, my five-head is hot."<br />Me: "Jax, you don't have a five-head. It's called your forehead."<br />Jax: "<em>No Mom</em>, <em>not</em> my forehead. Above that where my hair is is called my five-head."<br />Now, randomly throughout the day, Jax keeps coming up to me and showing me where his five-head is located and looking at me like I'm not very smart since I didn't know where his five-head was already.Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-76747445234555866922010-02-26T15:39:00.000-08:002010-02-26T15:49:40.007-08:00Large Head...Oh Boy...Still no pictures from this front. Either I am going to have to find the camera cord soon (so far it looks as if it has vanished into thin air) or buy a new camera.<br /><br />We went to the doctor this week as usual, and as my doctor was measuring <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> head she said, "Looks like your little guy has quite a big head." She then proceeded to start laughing and say, "Like, a really big head." His head is now measuring over two weeks ahead! Oh great, that's what a girl wants to hear about the son who will soon be squeezing that head through her to make his entrance into the world!<br /><br />I do realize while posting this, I promise, that my two other boys have quite amazing head sizes themselves. They have not been below the 95% in head size since they were three months old. I can handle that, since their heads became large AFTER I brought them into this world!<br /><br />Here's to hoping <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> head miraculously goes back to normal size within the next two months:). There's nothing wrong with wishing, right?! I'm sure he will be adorable, big head and all. Other than that he is looking great. He kept his tongue stuck out of his mouth pretty much through the whole ultrasound. We took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> and Becks to the Dr's appointment, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span> LOVED it. He kept wanting to hear baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krew's</span> heart beat. He can't wait to meet his little brother any more than I can!Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-76351742425441964972010-02-15T12:15:00.000-08:002010-02-15T12:23:33.956-08:00Happy LOVE Day to the LOVES of my LIFE!!!I just wanted to post a little Valentines' Love for the most important and wonderful people in my life. I know this is a day late, but my WONDERFUL hubby let me take a girls' trip this weekend with my fam to St George for the Parade of Homes. Needless to say, it was a great weekend filled with lots of LAUGHTER and fun! I didn't get home 'till last night, just in time to spend some much needed time with my three BEST LOVES. They're my world!<br /><br /><strong>A little note to my hubby while he's at work:</strong> Ry, I just wanted to say how I love you more and more every day and how much I appreciate you for just being the great person you are. Who knew eight years ago that I would get to spend my life with someone who kept me laughing every day and who makes me happier than I ever dreamed. I love you and the life we have created together (and the three little people we've created together;)). I wake up every morning feeling like the luckiest girl alive. Thanks for being my VALENTINE!Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729712556283526071.post-78636658756918297692010-01-26T11:29:00.000-08:002010-01-26T11:39:35.866-08:00Targeted UltrasoundTwo weeks ago we had our targeted ultrasound with Baby Krew. Everything looks great. He is healthy as far as they can tell. I was 22 weeks, so obviously the pictures aren't that great, but we can see some similarities. Baby Krew definitely has Ryan's and Beckham's head shape. He's looking like he has my nose and lips (Jax has my lips too),but we'll have to wait and see when he gets here. I am getting so excited for my little guy. He is quite the mover, always bouncing around. He also doesn't like anything pushing on my stomach. If anything pushes into him, he pushes right back constantly until it moves. Even a seat belt bugs him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HRz_Dp98mNLs9LbFo6jMLF6tw4Pc5oKB3IBgqNaGI7t8RynemNG0TKyubFZvvOLGVvAynNJUl6VzMSdoSggKGbGnCT2auB-BbLdno3WoqGhsj34E-OGMuoTlFOW37MTx_nZVtb27MuK8/s1600-h/Krew%2520Pic%2520nbr%25203%2520rev%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431133628616194194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsOl-eHxj-5jCvRlOSMKrC0wBMFP0VCfRfaDdH8-TeIQlhvVHHFyvVKifDBIPQuB7mW1w1qKea3NFAsgGjb0AaFl_01vCP9J7NQEscfDnKql-LE8gBBK_XEWndHS5vBPg2e0dYWWE2rny/s400/Krew%2520Pic%2520nbr%25201%2520rev%5B1%5D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431133651930944434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HRz_Dp98mNLs9LbFo6jMLF6tw4Pc5oKB3IBgqNaGI7t8RynemNG0TKyubFZvvOLGVvAynNJUl6VzMSdoSggKGbGnCT2auB-BbLdno3WoqGhsj34E-OGMuoTlFOW37MTx_nZVtb27MuK8/s400/Krew%2520Pic%2520nbr%25203%2520rev%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1fH1qqnDOkX_IXg6UShMHBxsawjVPVuYohRVZU8z80V0vuFDgIVhta9-4X1Kh3lAoAwI44GLMXthvS-NPhm4mqCs1un8GqdTHEdp3JYl3OXBfeSTnvMLzYrNtdiDf9Zw66ToPygiRr_g/s1600-h/Krew%2520Pic%2520nbr%25202%2520rev%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431133646891060866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1fH1qqnDOkX_IXg6UShMHBxsawjVPVuYohRVZU8z80V0vuFDgIVhta9-4X1Kh3lAoAwI44GLMXthvS-NPhm4mqCs1un8GqdTHEdp3JYl3OXBfeSTnvMLzYrNtdiDf9Zw66ToPygiRr_g/s400/Krew%2520Pic%2520nbr%25202%2520rev%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXd1_cLgapPPesmvUAdsGTTBt1lvfTsbAw7V3myB1IaWixHvWVHilv83n4YRO6tv17b8NXUnoEQtjeP0LPQueq1kNju9kYvKXWqf4BD9dzmdBXYOKKclxWXHxi7rFGZWZUg9HofGiRNxQ8/s1600-h/Krew%2520pic%2520nbr%25206%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431133636591294402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXd1_cLgapPPesmvUAdsGTTBt1lvfTsbAw7V3myB1IaWixHvWVHilv83n4YRO6tv17b8NXUnoEQtjeP0LPQueq1kNju9kYvKXWqf4BD9dzmdBXYOKKclxWXHxi7rFGZWZUg9HofGiRNxQ8/s400/Krew%2520pic%2520nbr%25206%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoJe-lsshCnVq4ZiiUXoDkGAaSAfUUXFgBkTQPCM6SDJQJNj78hTQiBuZM8NRFb_r9Brwpg7yIQSvVU6psFdaW9JBRjxF4AwcW4w6c46vutstpIJ809fUN4Bq75uM97wFbGia2if5AV6x/s1600-h/Krew%2520pic%2520nbr%25205%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431133633006839746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoJe-lsshCnVq4ZiiUXoDkGAaSAfUUXFgBkTQPCM6SDJQJNj78hTQiBuZM8NRFb_r9Brwpg7yIQSvVU6psFdaW9JBRjxF4AwcW4w6c46vutstpIJ809fUN4Bq75uM97wFbGia2if5AV6x/s400/Krew%2520pic%2520nbr%25205%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> ***I am still missing my camera cord, so no other pic's right now. I took a pic of my belly at six months, and I will post it eventually...when said cord is found.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Hadlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870860944174769523noreply@blogger.com7