tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47060302477311837392024-02-19T12:27:51.329-07:00A Day in the Life of a KearneyThat Bi%&h is Whack.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-82480817606949390202011-10-26T16:18:00.003-06:002011-10-26T16:18:40.271-06:006 Months!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Collin on the top and left, Casey second and right! Look at Casey's hair! Look at Collin's widows peak (just like his Mommy)!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-55654773017186972312011-10-13T19:04:00.004-06:002011-10-13T19:04:54.834-06:00My Nelly GirlHopefully writing about my Nelly will help me feel better...<br />
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Nelly passed away Monday in my arms. She had been diagnosed with a slight heart murmur a few months ago, to which there is no treatment for a dog. In most cases, it leads to congestive heart failure. It can take anywhere from 2 days to four years for a dog to pass from this problem. Unfortunately, Nelly was "most cases". Saturday night she started breathing very loud and raspy. Not panting, and not like there was anything caught in her throat, just very weird breathing. I had also been noticing her eating less, being more grouchy, and coughing a lot. Rian decided to take her into the emergency vet. She was in heart failure. Her heart was not pumping hard enough to make her lungs work as well, and fluid started building up in the lungs. The vet could give us medicine to make her life last a bit longer, but there was no guarantee for how long. Rian decided to bring her home that night and let us have one more day with her Sunday. We cuddled and loved on her all day. Monday was the hardest day I have ever had to go through, but it was the right choice. I was holding her and she went very peacefully. <br />
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With Rian traveling so much, I had no idea how much I rely on my dogs. I have noticed how much more lonely I am and I am struggling with that. She was also mainly "my" dog. She was VERY loyal to me, and I was her Number 1. Anyone that met Nelly, knew where I stood with her. I miss my constant shadow and am even sad when I go potty and she is not sitting there staring at me. <br />
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With that, here are some of my favorite pictures on my Nelly girl.<br />
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<br />Collin always on left and Casey always on right.
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<br />Collin has become the sweetest baby! He coos, smiles and sings to anyone who will listen. He will charm the pants off of any lady who crosses his path. He still is very demanding when it comes to meal time, and no one is in doubt when this kid is hungry.
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<br />Casey is more bashful. He talks to Rian and I all the time, but is wary of strangers until he is good and warmed up. He L-O-V-E-S his brother Cameron and tries to watch his every move. He has finally grown out of the major barfing spells and hasn't projectiled for two weeks (knock on wood)!
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-10742568516047896032011-07-21T12:31:00.004-06:002011-07-21T12:38:37.580-06:00July 4, 2011We have a little tradition going and have been spending July 4th with my bestie Whitney and her little family every year. Well, she had baby Braelyn less than two weeks before, and Rian and I were exhausted. Instead of bbq and fireworks, we all decided to go to Ted's Montana Grill and watch the NYC fireworks on TV. 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Braelyn Grace was born this morning!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984174271503938'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrafCUYL5Uhdbmor8JCLXnCfC01t0ne6i1v1lIIU3jRrURh1QuEfyRyw35Y9IiLjYHOdlLowlGW0f4P69DHgugdRTIk-bbIrSJzW3EtL-IImJYv4egxkxgTXZ6VnduY2IaQFndPUSiW-s/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Collin and Casey holding hands in their crib. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984188749089330'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUat-oTmDulttT48pQfvfNEPZqnnTfkStAa30c0HTrAxq7z5ceazqcKEr0lPVSUweCNUUx86PPdYf2KuLh9zFmdwlcYJyGeuqtBMP8tegCSm7GgzQ7ueY9vi_XsVj13UgqqUcwSKFfFhA/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Collin with his hat. He looks like he is doing the west side sign. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984218832162370'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Z30hiDhszPBxY85K5r9fRfgCJhyphenhyphen-pS2W9fv9ZakEScLFZX5XDO9GRaeDi2oKWjj7l5BdpR6t1BANofGp5pkUQwriDL3cwpJ4ijFlmyk_w1oZDKJV20SJSNe9JOJRa4_IkpEVKo8fydg/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lindsay and Cameron are ready for the zoo!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984280463701058'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwP6K9DQFl6sfbW14QD2CPHWuOu_UQwlzCAaO8_h9wsxOB0ugiAFVs59Q41jTHvTtYDCpLM4woOgpdk176hgxW4twnXWq6rLT3IgPXRSYEixxIzioGlpQgbvDmuVBYi1vwWb8LrubNUo/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Babies ready to go to the park. Collin in front, Casey in back. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984303050120850'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlPEtqcs32XNJMrm2Wa7SpS3O3yoUhKGJL_5jTWDUKUHrdeQNCmVBWdm7p4Dd2dNIwncus1VU6rs8KiCnb4xnFAhhy0PfFi8OlXHWsOfop4dwZLElRttqM4HLjRmP4UaxwUZLF0WCQM8/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Father's Day at Sam's #3. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5621984320232284834'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3acvuop0FtAQK8TX90YSauZYoQoXpZ5fOSLYo5a59yPZl4-7aCB0pgkE-BHb6YGuOiJqYsVJgldbB_RYQp1PVUb7m1G0fcx_qRbwDoQyGnvBt0U6iBcMK_q7DLpHCqZOLiaI8qsvaHtc/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-34618314519933282332011-06-19T17:01:00.001-06:002011-06-19T17:01:07.732-06:00My Babies' DaddyIsn't he so handsome?!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5620069783216922882'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5gE6dpvJnSLwfudWOl23QI7lkAML9h6NBqqP2sG2TvTiA7WXG6hpijvyJC3PN8ZTRdNUbdokwXvOxXryNsInm7xBawqijVMO6Uk_XXH0n_keOwVxOC4bPDmao117041FLuocLWn7eQ0/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-7986468927204035192011-06-17T19:11:00.001-06:002011-06-17T19:11:22.217-06:00iPhone Friday #3I know it is a bad pic, but it's Noah holding Collin for the first time! He was so proud of himself and grinned the entire time. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619292842422828802'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLtu6ujAmMLdXGrFnGhyNLSwz6El7rv4HVQWtN2DYo5vN6Ll-8oRcHEmQRf3-ag85HG67GR1dJZJxMM-tfFBea8HJvnPr4R1lZ2ScA6qaYWH_6IH5ghcKF5aHS_7dRNW0L1yxm3pxaRE/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cameron excited to be heading back home. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619293084152849682'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzeU2Fciv-w6axEk58Ao-xoCr13W-jYLBpptB47JlCzMd0MjZ6KkqBFPkqOYzhmKa7L0yb1RAqy5QI4elxsNDM4cbc4zRSzLQhk8nTdU9___Um3Eiru7iHnJmkQK2ENJg5LCw7jWiXf9o/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At a rest stop in Iowa. They are looking for animals down by the creek behind the stop. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619293117988972322'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHj0uyCYOtwW23nmJvssquS7hWznTQXCw21SNlBLCu68VHiY6JBLacUhNytgEeZgHlJFEcvXVPI1Is74xjBztB2sZaNzy26ey5-U24EPWpzRfF6G-dd2PrpzuDzY6z3YaQ5gl0K5d-k4/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Intensely watching a movie. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361100189683698'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxCqj7HrP8Xcxm6_n07whczTm1CLk3_o-JPS0FsUNkyplsPyg_gx1Ail79GK70oR-VwfyOpBQauUgoAV9GVgRkqxp2yNtbR5ROzU3cxzYWy_FycMRiq3kPelLjrz_kZ-peaXW6KwJpdY/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"It's not a pick!"<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361112881156898'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGk3N-wZ0_3D-KroDGef2YniufNjoRLBbUkEk5IuFHsr3Mw7px7G0dhTXz-H13-BdX_8dXQncULYNhee0l1oHVPGs0IBVpUD1ho-2DboeGBmwBO6PbgQAVNYo8Mex5F0H5T88nep4HqW8/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Collin holding his head up. He is such a strong boy!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361130317280514'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRJRiK2BHYV9e8VP-n20RQwRIxJs8ak5TeQr_tw_fKJpX-1DiySYFkSvxTkSB39FoaEm9Mo37YpqwPvw0YrkTamOiz4xLEFWgFBDHJBVFqNiLX0MymXkreRRhX-hEIKZDBauH5GTa650/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Casey giving Collin his best left blow. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361139385028130'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwvszLi82geMOYggvUwWAl47_Iqt4piDzKJZo4THKums4Wf1X9pf09iAW_wCGE6Xho45iLayF-YDusApANZumtrpoR3Sq0Drsaj6S4gMi-s9TCV1qs0wi-2tQvCA6dEOEr4t-f6zSD1s/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cameron was so worn out from our trip. He fell asleep at school during lunch. His teacher said they were eating lunch and she looked over and his head was in the table and he was out. So she moved him to the reading corner where he slept until I got there. When we got home he took a 3 hour nap!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361157139833042'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wm9DtKn5K_swXO2NjyB7jjKKlkHAS8_npUemSko_L-jSiMgl8QEkJKlhU8SaIYheknnVDsDbCnyBvvMxgjsIjJ_LgrtzTJ0QXHPzDGS77hPFxLwT8CrU2GP-zEXKbMEsRpyNwWycAjo/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The babes sleeping together for the first time in their crib. Isn't Casey's arms funny?<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5619361171044863522'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoD49VcRG6AeBpEZNmZb1yrEhS0zmSxirD1FqHyzPgc82hO3cg7ZV-iOCmU8O5wKMZ2Bni1JJ9dN13Svyd7Yr8UBA41K42X9m3oLBO4vOZUQR2Fv-sn0edBDSw9WeFzBpzmWDr1zEvicc/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-77998713982634813302011-06-10T20:24:00.001-06:002011-06-10T20:24:13.607-06:00IPhone Friday #2<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782211373698898'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC4HYGRv0vCXxJzytE5gELV6RCXh3OXhNbN4Ge3a3yWl3gA6_NgU4qCW0B-wMsXiRI_eJm4JOSTtkE2OiskxWWkI0SQyJpFAULSXMqudDfxbkkVmQ0faZcAjXe1xCFkbXyU_4f0lViG4/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At the People's Fair last Sunday. Tiger face to match the tiger shirt. He growled at everyone who passed him by. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782253517933474'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZosCfBIMINF6AE8iKxmu6Q6-7XUI2ccHZGVNvO8vEHlfnGOJZqs2m5ezBuiySzuirBaKM5sa50jj7v3-NlvKu6ifTfGpRGJmMdwwr1WDLr87mvO0O5Pb2_bnuLuutaqXZus8ISHBq5zQ/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />In Omaha at Old Chicago's waiting for our pizza from the world's worst waitress. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782277456540178'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7gx55_rOXRFwGG_5MFvl7p5SmEe0ZJpt5KdYXc2cYBoMq0SoGajDrenD7tNA16J32wS4hgGbLQyGcvNod_3oPPb2X_Ich3UFyqFSGtfUxwrjSpnEWqdKSMfeHpq_zx8GJ_YBSlhWaH0/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lindsay enjoying her very first Culver's Butter Burger. She ate like she has never ate before. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782302452603874'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSgenVrjPu-dGk7XSjtLgHAHO5w9yIBUR_-s7tw1Hgxz36wZJQF4Rqa4z0IlkNT3ZCrdsNOICT9LkkpsjjK4FeqHDPSRpgHCX_TenZHhmb4UbTFukANsEmGhgNhVIYVoOucQQervCrV0/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At a park in Omaha. Cameron played while we fed the babies. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782320677356210'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNZYAVVZFelbJntnA4F-D3wNPuWVUESquYA5J_vDG-R0FkbRiNA7Wbory2esNco3aXoc2iJOPKYEI3AmSx6G-BucIvlJyKZQLzu2gUPl6TDCkBnwgmtW649ep5yRp5ezSpbyaHzQ4kkw/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At the park still!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782337071546354'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bh16ueVDm9QDFnEVC5_fYnqTcoj-YXcik7895S4qJZMIJldMZQM8fEs35YejHmagR1Ur0ngF4Kni5dF6tlPj1DdUB7JTzXL1pP3w4x8zYRYJ1167-s9Rzl968IXwtfXH_MFPPtWboOc/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A lovely dump pick up service in Omaha. Lindsay used this service a lot in Omaha. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5616782347149454402'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSyszuO1HviHkbeBUEbbYqHOUWEycH0fEQV7pGWRo-htLlt7rhHLP0T2jYgzDH59oXUbupa2xXxoz2kkZ_mkFNziYWZAGwwY1QT5BQph_s7la0CkA8uj8BhhYep4roFLWOwvAfhK-AOg/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Got my hair done! Woohoo!!!<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-86917681598511481062011-06-04T16:07:00.001-06:002011-06-04T16:07:10.830-06:00iPhone Friday(This was supposed to be posted yesterday, sorry!)<br /><br />I thought it would be cool to post the latest pics from my iPhone every Friday so you could see cute babies and random stuff I take pictures of during the week. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5614489548680477538'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtp3ONRLRPXdEAMJlw7dgoMvOKY0cYJrt_CK4x8esMiYnhW4VG1Xp9rJiUUu4m65Rz2DUZYgsRxtaEZ_fPEXyjdo2mwQuq1zUFUiBVYHu7mLwnjBiYSHw1F2_IyStvoZJ6iiwNOpNpZ1g/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sorry, no rotating feature on my phone. Collin only needed to wear oxygen in the car, so Rian rigged up this system of using the sweat band to hold it on instead of putting the stickers on and off every time. It worked pretty well, but we don't need it anymore. Collin got off his oxygen Wednesday!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5614489567052628706'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwi9sOrMdInKr-iDnq0ueRLcv8Bt8Mfav9a3npQ3BJ8w7GLKXYhy0iNNvKihb9AeTD322ytnUJEtk8lLAR4eQbTykPqcQYZ2DXPBuqtxmF7eNcq9lwf9sAizcPodMrqy8tBoV-rAAaKik/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The best picture I could get of Cameron holding Casey for the first time. Notice Casey is wearing my favorite outfit "You're No Match For My Mom"<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5614489581661110962'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQaKvwwcLjTR44zdSjMD5lyvAq7Upz9GuqdAb2DghaPghuFpo3_bAKTLGgCHTGiVT6pDSqTJX5dD0NqEWnNo601RsvjCDTYI4foPQv-sN1CYHgIt2C3_RzdWf6gdtdIOVOpm8H70RSwlI/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Casey thinking about smiling. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5614489595870881938'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotT0qruYZt-C61Zusg99jmZhxe5dCQxuQzKz-BBL1NDjwWN3VMh0S303vGSTcjcgLLaK0XEjVTEcn72USR9kmZUV_dnasODgVbFVRmQEcUTn7rkGQ7LeEnWjGghztlx9Mhoa1P6tRIC4/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Collin grinning!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5614489609148471314'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_J93EJPrSphr2WjSJuLHIJ4x6AvxAe_mxXglQTPCqKldupLGIvnb9SL2LcEH_V8KfMA5OSTG1tevENsn5oGH4nFE003etpCjZc0XjCKbO3mHImYCAhpiN_XcmIxUEMsannWhDV9voKsg/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cameron and I on a golf cart ride at my parents house. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-44227486954988842462011-06-01T09:00:00.000-06:002011-06-01T09:00:14.071-06:00Spring Sing!At Cameron's preschool they put on a little singing program at the end of the school year that coincides with the older kids "graduating" from preschool. I think that I was more excited for this than Cameron was...I ended up making "Cameron's Special Day" to go along with the Spring Sing. He hasn't been getting too much individualized attention lately, so I thought this would be a good chance. My parents, Rian's mom, brother and sister-in-law came and then we went to a BIG SPECIAL DINNER at Olive Garden afterwards. Cameron loved every minute of it!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8734sakEQRUQmiCZUtXuEH2cf_hvhshIg3wYKoc962-oG_q8MpwX-nMLTxz5pY5YgrdYmgIVQbk0wbIokMA-1x5F8O_7tX3VrgVpENd1ylQz9fQzfqzIGPEJ_UhdcUkg8ygtTwU6bUU/s1600/DSC_0620.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8734sakEQRUQmiCZUtXuEH2cf_hvhshIg3wYKoc962-oG_q8MpwX-nMLTxz5pY5YgrdYmgIVQbk0wbIokMA-1x5F8O_7tX3VrgVpENd1ylQz9fQzfqzIGPEJ_UhdcUkg8ygtTwU6bUU/s320/DSC_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933416433968690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cameron and Mommy before the Spring Sing.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYIy1JjCAb6Gji6JxDN5ybdVzC47aU1ZPtnYUQoA0d0p0mSP3p20cV13lerT2McLSfyTnXQLyffYcdgH006GK5D3JF8EB83XwAx3MIKoObqs-EpbZCl6x29Z0jq7mOWEWXKsIvjIPLys/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYIy1JjCAb6Gji6JxDN5ybdVzC47aU1ZPtnYUQoA0d0p0mSP3p20cV13lerT2McLSfyTnXQLyffYcdgH006GK5D3JF8EB83XwAx3MIKoObqs-EpbZCl6x29Z0jq7mOWEWXKsIvjIPLys/s320/DSC_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933426169617634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">What Cameron did during most of the Spring Sing. He stood there and gave dirty looks to people or made funny faces with his eyes. This was before he spotted me.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUyirGHcHCajG4PImX7c9dIbRqiq9AHvhfjai9D-bwFrZgVbWdV_BohJaAotQokm3AxT_FTBDX7WAtmJia1-qP1E8wv4_kvTspWSskFY0d1a-3rcdPZQjVyem_XhHBOSF47iMriHWLac/s1600/DSC_0640.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUyirGHcHCajG4PImX7c9dIbRqiq9AHvhfjai9D-bwFrZgVbWdV_BohJaAotQokm3AxT_FTBDX7WAtmJia1-qP1E8wv4_kvTspWSskFY0d1a-3rcdPZQjVyem_XhHBOSF47iMriHWLac/s320/DSC_0640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933436715301474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">After he spotted me, he got into Humpty Dumpty for a few verses.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8iriS7rLQ06zCIdvCxZom01LCG8pisw2hmMFAX-6q4r9aOK0vMn_d8YN5YrsSTmfOcCS__oWh-ZaotfUQD2fwCgOodvZgmFpFs1F9vhCQBB8F2xvJgjNahG2q04ZxH5pa8tepwPIO0o/s1600/P5260212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8iriS7rLQ06zCIdvCxZom01LCG8pisw2hmMFAX-6q4r9aOK0vMn_d8YN5YrsSTmfOcCS__oWh-ZaotfUQD2fwCgOodvZgmFpFs1F9vhCQBB8F2xvJgjNahG2q04ZxH5pa8tepwPIO0o/s320/P5260212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933445812081970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cameron's best friend at school, Sophia! They love each other.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko_i03jaODjl5SIOcU5TjgnrLXZLKo0-9J4jPTtXatSc2zuezB_4e7aWJI1ofRDNqDdsZL0Hol0LPovRFNFvRimuyLZGlbQb0jomAQSwi_wBF5wHjzeSUuJtTX29RSVAmNReYNOi9bgI/s1600/DSC_0641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko_i03jaODjl5SIOcU5TjgnrLXZLKo0-9J4jPTtXatSc2zuezB_4e7aWJI1ofRDNqDdsZL0Hol0LPovRFNFvRimuyLZGlbQb0jomAQSwi_wBF5wHjzeSUuJtTX29RSVAmNReYNOi9bgI/s320/DSC_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612933438933496162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Our special guy!</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-69057153830531845312011-05-31T08:00:00.000-06:002011-05-31T08:00:00.653-06:001 Month Old<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(This post is a couple weeks late, but the pics were taken on their month birthday!)</span><br /></div><br />Casey<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpce-tV1mGOQ_TGQcM8iA2qYh__AsdCD_MTEC3ITKejOj8U6FzYTQgcWSOxrU-CKNbFDAlyFbwdazCLNXe1sAsOPJDZ9mQY8ZbUbJLyeKohcVsSuyERG_XNoFjdEVvKtJVfNp7nlhiOM/s1600/DSC_0583.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpce-tV1mGOQ_TGQcM8iA2qYh__AsdCD_MTEC3ITKejOj8U6FzYTQgcWSOxrU-CKNbFDAlyFbwdazCLNXe1sAsOPJDZ9mQY8ZbUbJLyeKohcVsSuyERG_XNoFjdEVvKtJVfNp7nlhiOM/s320/DSC_0583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612734543894974786" border="0" /></a></div></div>Some facts and thoughts about 1 Month old Casey:<br /><ul><li>He is very laid back. I like to call him "Free Bird" because he is just so calm and easy going. <br /></li><li>He likes to lay down on his own rather than be held. We were at a party and people were passing him around and he started fussing a lot. After I got him back, I just laid him down on the couch and he was as happy as a clam.<br /></li><li>He can sleep through anything. This means he can sleep through his Collin and Cameron screaming and crying and our dogs barking.<br /></li><li>He cry giggles. When he "cries" it usually starts out as this tiny little whimper that sounds like "huh huh huh." That is usually the extent of his crying.<br /></li><li>He likes to stay up late. He is like his Mommy in this area. We would MUCH rather sleep in and stay up late.<br /></li><li>He usually stays awake after he eats for a little while.</li><li>He usually gets us with pee and poop. That stuff can fly!</li><li>He has much chubbier cheeks than Collin, that is how we tell people how to tell them apart.</li><li>Nicknames - FreeBird, Meatball, Whopper Jr., 40 ounce, Tub-o-Lub, Casey-Case (this one is the favorite).<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;">Collin<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirX7gdV25ZvSrb5Bt9M17vFfvzPW7I0Nq_nxqyYZb5Y1PkFG_BvU3cMncW4uXLeLXh0P5k8jt1o9DzTPoLO8fBQiAcESznGWE3Pi59MwA_Ts9Y1qEs0c8Y5wiR_i2ZH6jTd9QYG64pqY8/s1600/DSC_0592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirX7gdV25ZvSrb5Bt9M17vFfvzPW7I0Nq_nxqyYZb5Y1PkFG_BvU3cMncW4uXLeLXh0P5k8jt1o9DzTPoLO8fBQiAcESznGWE3Pi59MwA_Ts9Y1qEs0c8Y5wiR_i2ZH6jTd9QYG64pqY8/s320/DSC_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612734552591823922" border="0" /></a>Some thoughts and facts about 1 month old Collin:<br /><ul><li>When it is time to eat, it is time eat. No dilly dallying with this kid.</li><li>He still is on oxygen. Hopefully he will be getting off sometime this week. He really only needs it in the car at this point because of how the car seat angle constricts his lungs.<br /></li><li>We thought he was a real grump, turns out he just hates having stuff shoved up his nose. We weren't driving anywhere for a few days, so we took his oxygen off. He was a new man! NO FUSSING! Put the oxygen back in...fussing. Poor babe. I don't like things in my nose either.<br /></li><li>He's his own man. We have no idea who he really looks like. Everyone else has an opinion, but Rian and I are undecided.</li><li>He has my coloring I think. More olive as compared to Rian's pasty white skin.</li><li>He has huge hands and feet. You know what they say about big hands? It applies in this situation :-)</li><li>He's the puker. While it is not very often, he'll get you with a TON right when you don't expect it.</li><li>Nicknames - Handsome, Collin-Collin (what we came up with after we got Casey-Case)<br /></li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpBLfaNxhtNY0QWzypZayKXCjN1_kxKazSbjTZtm0Adnm2YvPpe_KoVDW_gzV9cSXu1WvBkIEwCdd_4_oEq4lSLKGunhQ1JK_U_TcEtNxKqoegp5PBodb3Bee9hNMsBRxLG203cytW4c/s1600/DSC_0605.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpBLfaNxhtNY0QWzypZayKXCjN1_kxKazSbjTZtm0Adnm2YvPpe_KoVDW_gzV9cSXu1WvBkIEwCdd_4_oEq4lSLKGunhQ1JK_U_TcEtNxKqoegp5PBodb3Bee9hNMsBRxLG203cytW4c/s320/DSC_0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612734541068551794" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-58669259190382549282011-05-11T12:57:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:40:59.446-06:00Teacher Appreciation WeekTeacher Appreciation Week was last week, and I missed it. But, Cameron and I made up or it this week to his teacher, Miss Liz. A few times a student or parent has remembered this week and I got a few nice notes and small gifts. I vowed that when I had kids that went to school, I would do this every year!<br /><br />Here is what we did:<br /><br />1. I went to Home Depot and made a little pot of flowers for her. Nothing major, but it was pretty. I forgot to take a picture. <br /><br />2. I asked Cameron what he liked about Miss Liz and then I wrote this on Cameron's own stationery. I wrote it upside down and with my left hand (I'm right-handed) to make it look as childish as possible. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5605534552883212690'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiab36yPl-RST4XA_m0_AuPC3B8zoS8GwS0xc7swuTyhbKwAYb4ScPehJotrO8_G_-f_ZDbeRQiwoKJwA-G6hyK-0a8THDTse8F223IrZpsWdXMDsYGwHzIjJSO8mG469JwvDfthaFEz-Q/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5605534554871248114'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrtgnxJVXFE7nrFfNcRHik28UsDgtzy2GS7OOperkBP1ypCg52vZrQoiO3lcuGjyXJauVHIdy1FlV57-SuHskd_w26uIzHfmIRYo0yKO3JErCycytpVCck4EbsUhIOrQK-w2M5JFRrsQ/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />3. Cameron delivered it and posed for a picture with Miss Liz!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5605534557848447858'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaigv_cKQo2ialp6BMw-quQcTqw-i11F7EJS8026tWICFM5ZzmF6q26krYSeCIyrua83qkFzwMuy3mHJ9xxy_VF_gZc3M1VTxBWZySgk6Zn7dVP48X8ClfaZ7TegIdnfWtAyleqcTp6Ws/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-41642940848842981382011-05-03T18:45:00.001-06:002011-05-03T18:45:32.104-06:00For the first time....Cameron holds Collin! We'll work on Casey next...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5602655682422182514'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2LvOsq26o52nX_ku3DZPPnTr8EpvdVw5GKCxg7zUEmOiU4hCWyuO83AuD_Vznbpbl-AFd9Ripu9urGDKIFoF0VhjYeE_f_0qG5d01TpTMrSIG6p9EVUB-ff5uIcOOJS3-v9HV5jsEuOI/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-7533037158440583302011-05-01T12:12:00.001-06:002011-05-01T12:12:23.558-06:00Sleepy BabiesCollin in front and Casey in back. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5601812207073776274'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZfh9nnQe8h3KNRkxI0FncGwEJFKr7rXVF8yNHOx_MOONuG5dzIH79gjkWwqp3HI-k6gPc5wIaU9YcbZgn4RJoKIAyZeb4oYt3iuEK8cUNbhr_3uizeB67aPJFA7j8GhfGvLrrHDolAc/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-66528287998805033462011-04-28T20:01:00.001-06:002011-04-28T20:01:33.209-06:00Funny "Game Day" TextI have two former favorite students who attend CSU. Ben and James are awesome and I love them.<br /><br />They have been teasing me since I told them I was pregnant with twins that I needed to name the babies Ben and James. <br /><br />The day they were born (game day) I sent out a mass text that said "Collin Robert and Casey John are here!"<br /><br />Here is the text I got back from Ben: "That is a weird way of spelling Ben and James but congratulations!"<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-26004595676116352832011-04-25T22:23:00.001-06:002011-04-25T22:23:24.288-06:00Presenting....Collin Robert and Casey John!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5599743129608910242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTaCviqwOwox_bxwjhFQlFC0Pi9c8o89ew7TUmweODBocTAv6d5AwrqykqK_UXqMKkEF-gFiPvK27OSRjTIlTo669Cuh7CxczuGvMbz5lNh7W6cjN5cucrojlM6Uam1kQFO1kR_FXrZk/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />They were born Sunday, April 17th at 1:22 and 1:23pm! What a beautiful day <br /><br />My very short, but sweet birth story:<br /><br />Thursday night I started feeling bad. I was having major rolling contractions from back to front (they hurt my butt, has anyone else had that?) and they were about every 5-6 minutes for about an hour and a half. I called Rian, who was at a work function, and made him come home to rub my head and calm me down. It worked. I didn't call my doctor that night. <br /><br />Friday night, exact same thing happened as the night before. I didn't call the doctor that night. <br /><br />Saturday. I woke up and could barely walk because there was so much pressure in my nether regions. I had been having a lot of pressure for about three weeks, but this was worse than normal. So bad in fact that while I was peeing that day I had a talk with the babies. I basically begged them to come out of me soon and that if they came the next day I would get their daddy to buy them a car when they turned 16. I was crying. I was done. Mentally and physically exhausted. So tired and so grumpy. My dad called me that night to check on me because I looked so terrible that day. On a whim, Rian decided to go to Dairy Queen that night. I decided on a Peanut Buster Parfait, totally forgetting all about the "thing". My mom ate a PBP The night before she went into labor with y sister and I. Apparently, about 4 others my mom told that too, worked for them too. Worked for me!<br /><br />Sunday. I woke up and went potty. I saw blood. Not a lot, but enough. I decided to wait and eat breakfast to see if more would come. More came and so did the rolling back, butt, vagina pain contractions I then decided to take a shower because each time I have been to the hospital before, I haven't showered and regretted it. I knew if I called my doc, he would make me come in, so I showered. I started having stronger contractions while I showered. Then Rian showered. And THEN I called my doc about 11:15ish. He said, "Come in and be prepared that this MIGHT be the day we meet these twins." Rian and I took our time. My mom came and got Cameron, Rian and I made our bed for the first time in history, we talked about what to pack. We made sure we had cameras just in case, etc. Basically, we took our time. Then about 11:50, we headed to the hospital....<br /><br />We get to the hospital at 12:15. While walking in, I say to myself that if this IS the day, then the babes will probably be here around 7pm. I had no idea. We get to the labor and delivery unit and the nurse takes us in our room and says "we were worried about you guys. The doctor even called your house to see where you were.". Hmmm...<br /><br />I get changed, do my urine sample (tmi- which wasn't pretty), and walk out. Rian asks the nurse what is happening. She says that I am going to get on the monitors for a few minutes and then surgery time. He says, "so what is the eta? I need to call parents.". She says, "your surgery is scheduled for 1:00pm.". It was 12:35. <br /><br />They frantically do everything to me. Trying to put an iv in so fast that the nurse blows vein #1, which still hurts today. They check me, I am almost dilated to 2cm. Get this. I am having contractions every 2 minutes! Ouchy! Now I know what that back, butt and vagina pain was all about! I ask Rian to check the camera. Guess what? I had charged the battery that week and forgot to put the battery back in. Rian had to race at the speed of light to the gift shop and buy a disposable camera! I was in the operating room at 12:58 getting my epidural. Rian came in at 1:10 and Collin was born at 1:22 and Casey at 1:23!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5599743138208156402'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cTnLkt3I-y-IB99zTNpT-70BW6j6-GDZdv2MXsSMPk9kq5W25JajCpnXgjR4neU2yDsSKUciyttpWO4jH_R116m_uKVnxuM-PHs1mi2Q8yJjy-F0gFidALhezkiDPjnF3kTJRLXyaCU/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Collin<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5599743149748305266'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGZyWjSKG9R4hk_7drjz5ZYXPGzgsXkVi6t9XZJ2NgiCGIt0Ck9sTgFYvSnW2Fnh1jD_eRArJH-VGhLtl9_q3z0FwEtBofAhV5tDvsqRVCJqvBHRsdgyBG4NBPwl2kcjwOVryNIV7I1Q/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Casey<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5599743153446208562'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtmJzs4XizrCaqFVD0x6j3sR07QWlyJ_2f-nbBE1wlSx6hg9nwTEjf17bHuuoan3HHYBdp2sK4Gb9sTsD5XZtKdzQrXILhRAvJJEDZE9W2izOVB1-piFGZYTGWE4xD04FKaX0zXBWxQc/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cameron taking a picture of the babies. We still haven't convinced him to be actually be in the pictures with his brothers quite yet. <br /><br />I guess we will be buying a car when these guys turn 16!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-50958882917693979432011-04-11T20:38:00.001-06:002011-04-11T20:38:33.615-06:00Meals for Bed RestAs prepared by Rian. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5594520867068174354'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAVBqZY29BJWu_gqHYQH8zqsnp3q10sA_hnIXxRGb02o2PemnldggFZ04za5hjM0dOG3TwL8ybKTSSMgHk-ZN01aHfTwttHZz2JJAdJG5P2DWTtl4tTXjGOz0rlS4Q3RL0RXLuT7fhO4/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Turkey sandwich, cheddar kettle chips, apples and peanut butter. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5594520905644709954'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9L_hEMebPKG5zCou_lEXvkifRnNaQGqWMz__mpP1xguPO9q93FZwobUmv5AuE-eURQXBM-1njVFSdKEEqwkw5Ox5XclXYh0jf3uWnOCoZEHPh6zDh2oM-faj2RF3aXIR4kOGbAtmACQ/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Patty melt, Funyuns and a Coke (picture taken after half my sandwich was eaten)!<br /><br />Rian serves me all of my meals on a pink tray in my bed! I love him. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/jkearney27/MyBlogPhotos#5594520938788542546'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkz5cBruSHbNw57Jw69EHaqDE_deyr3JZ7cUyG9b6GMSRE4YgsXV1ohhb2qGEd1SEmy5Qa73mPmIZGdnaT2MBNjotOC0_KnzIJ1KwMDHMTPfWLpSO0X0Yb7M_gkE1nYi55mb8BS8pZXpQ/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-27711115495796524042011-04-07T08:06:00.000-06:002011-04-07T08:07:47.002-06:00Thoughts on Bed Rest<div>I did have to go on strict bed rest almost two weeks ago. I had another (third) pre-term labor scare. This one landed me in the hospital for two nights and three days. I had to take a LOT of meds to stop contractions and get steroid injections in case the babes did come early. This way their lungs, heart and brain would be protected. While in the hospital, I got an ultrasound from the perinatologist (the preemie doctor basically). There was a certain level of concern because the smaller baby boy didn't have as much fluid around him as the bigger guy. Because of all these things adding up, I was put on strict bed rest. Staying in bed or my recliner most of the day, getting up to go to the bathroom, shower and walk around to make sure my circulation stays flowing. </div><div><br /></div><div>We did get a follow-up this week and the fluid looked better, so the bed rest is working. But that doesn't mean I get to go off of it anytime soon. I get checked every week from here on out. </div><div><br /></div><div>But... There are definite plusses and minuses to bed rest. Here they are:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. It isn't as fun as it sounds. Everyone says "oh you get to watch tv all day and stay in bed!". It's good for about two days and then you have to practically beg your husband to drive you somewhere so you can get a view of the outside world that isn't from your bedroom window. Also, there are many hours during the day that there is nothing on tv. I have to rely on DVR during those times. I am starting to run low. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. You are alone a lot. Rian goes to work, Cameron goes to my Mom and Dad's and to preschool (just started this week at our church). He wasn't going to start until fall, but they found out our situation and bumped him in! I do have a permanent little heating pad with my dog Nelly, she WILL NOT leave my side. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. You gain weight faster. I have been very good about my weight gain, but the past two weeks I have gained a lot more. No where to go to burn it off I guess!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. If you push it too hard one day, you are out of commission for almost two days after that. By pushing it too hard I mean, going to the doctor and dropping Cameron off at school. Tonight I am out of commission. I do not even have enough energy to go downstairs and get Cameron a glass of water. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. You realize how valuable your husband and mom are. They have done everything for me. Everything. If I asked them to wipe me, they would. Of course they would tease me about it, but they would. </div><div><br /></div><div>6. Cameron gives me a lot more kisses and hugs. I love it. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. Rian got me a new iPhone. I play "Words with Friends" all day with about 10 different friends, family members and old students. That helps keep my brain going!</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Texting is different than calling (ie. Communicating). Now most of you know I love a good text conversation. But...when you are scared and emotional and worried almost every time you stand up that your water might break, an actual phone call once in a while means a lot more than a text. Also, you can text me a thousand times that "I can call for anything." But the ones that mean the most are the "down to business texts and calls." For example, my mom called and said, "I am coming over to clean the bathrooms today, unlock your door.". Or Whitney called and said, "I am going to bring you Noodles for lunch. What do you want?". That means more because I don't have to think about it and it takes the pressure off. </div><div><br /></div><div>9. Bed rest is a more serious situation than many people think. Read up on it before you say to me some asinine comments about it being fun and that myself and the babies are so big that if they did come now, they would be fine. Yeah, fine. After weeks in the NICU because even though they are big, they aren't fully developed. I do not want babies in a NICU if I can avoid it. You shouldn't either, because you won't get to see them for a long time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can you tell I had a bad day?</div><div><br /></div><div>There is an end in sight. The babies will be here April 27th as long as the amniocentesis on the 26th shows that their lungs are mature. This means they will be delivered at 36 weeks and 2 days which makes me nervous, but I trust my doctor and the perinatologist whole heartedly. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-23088848227590759502011-04-03T15:11:00.003-06:002011-04-03T15:12:07.232-06:00EaglesMy Aunt told me about this to help pass some time while on bed rest. Check it out!<br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="utv250568" height="296" width="480"><param name="flashvars" value="autoplay=false&brand=embed&cid=3064708&v3=1"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf"><embed flashvars="autoplay=false&brand=embed&cid=3064708&v3=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="utv250568" name="utv_n_570612" src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="296" width="480"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.ustream.tv/" style="padding: 2px 0px 4px; width: 400px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline; text-align: center;" target="_blank">Stream videos at Ustream</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-18954055490041781402011-04-02T16:23:00.001-06:002011-04-02T16:23:36.620-06:00Cameron and the PiratesThere is a new show on Disney called "Jake and the Pirates" and Cameron loves it! Cameron wanted a pirate headband just like Jake, so I rounded one up for him (recognize it Vegas peeps?). <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/02/3198.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/02/s_3198.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We could only find a pink one for Noah to wear. Don't worry though. Since then, they have both acquired new camouflage pirate "headbands".<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/02/3200.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/02/s_3200.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/02/3201.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/02/s_3201.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-59842452193675821842011-04-02T16:10:00.001-06:002011-04-02T16:10:18.918-06:00Bed Rest at the ZooThis is what being on mandatory bed rest looks like when "you can't take not going to the zoo." <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/02/3174.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/02/s_3174.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Rian got me a wheelchair and pushed me all over the zoo. My parents and nephew went and they got to ride in the wagon. I got plenty of stares and only two nice comments. Oh well. <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-72620018839659107252011-02-25T12:45:00.002-07:002011-02-25T12:53:29.548-07:00Confession...I miss tanning. Tanning in a tanning bed when it is cold and dreary outside like it is today. I haven't tanned in about 5-6 years, and today of all days, I can't stop thinking about it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWvC999lEpF9pshOb-z99bUfpkKZwYyfwvbG1aaY3G4xsjDESBP5KC3H03uhzHeconLoeE4prtaKJwfgZSoqQTCrbCXD-14ZFM7_46ZuFORejQxCIcaToTpIiNBk5OhlWsnAwUEE7WKU/s1600/tanning_bed_3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWvC999lEpF9pshOb-z99bUfpkKZwYyfwvbG1aaY3G4xsjDESBP5KC3H03uhzHeconLoeE4prtaKJwfgZSoqQTCrbCXD-14ZFM7_46ZuFORejQxCIcaToTpIiNBk5OhlWsnAwUEE7WKU/s320/tanning_bed_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577717474403046530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The first time I "fake tanned" I was a junior in high school. Never regularly, until mid-college. I was working at the library on campus 15 hours per week, doing 15-18 credits per semester and I got another job. At a laundromat/tanning salon. I only worked there about 10 hours per week, but it was a good job and I got to tan on days like this. I worked there about a year, and never tanned regularly, but more than I ever had. The only time I realized I was tanning a lot was during the months of January and February that I worked there.<br /><br />Maybe I should go to a doctor and see if I have a small case of <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002499">SAD</a>.<br /><br />So today, when I am not feeling good at all, it is yucky out, and there are a few sad things going on around me, I really wish that I could go lay in the tanning bed. Listen to some country jams (my favorite music to listen to while tanning), maybe fall asleep, and get really warm and toasty.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706030247731183739.post-3144203819255870512011-02-22T15:20:00.001-07:002011-02-22T15:21:45.457-07:00A Sad Story that Affects MANY People I Know<object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="flashVars" value="omnitureAccountID=gntbcstkusa,gntbcstglobal&pageContentCategory=video&pageContentSubcategory=&marketName=Denver, CO:kusa&division=Broadcast&SSTSCode=&videoId=798485173001&playerID=34762914001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAB_wnNRk~,WN9MweAQd_tBaI99JKgDAcW3bUx7peWv&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true"><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="omnitureAccountID=gntbcstkusa,gntbcstglobal&pageContentCategory=video&pageContentSubcategory=&marketName=Denver, CO:kusa&division=Broadcast&SSTSCode=&videoId=798485173001&playerID=34762914001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAB_wnNRk~,WN9MweAQd_tBaI99JKgDAcW3bUx7peWv&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4