Priceless

I am so in love with this child! Kevin takes and sends weekly photos of Tripp.  In these he is 22 days old. Already he has such a personality!

Look at that smile! It's amazing how that little face tells you so much.  He is secure, he is loved and he knows it.

When I see this I hear Trip saying "That's a SPICY MEATBALL!"  Meg hears, "I am this close to being full mom...this close".  She is probably right! 

I'm "Glad" he's my dad

So I love Gladiolas. I am not sure why, but they capture a part of me other flowers can't.  Believe it or not I haven't made a huge deal about Gladiolas.  Whenever I have received flowers from my dad (and it's been pretty frequent) I usually get roses or daises.  I am happy to receive them whatever the occasion.  Apparently he was listening when I said how much I love Gladiolas because when he was at Lowe's getting supplies for his garden he picked up some Gladiola bulbs and proceeded to plant them in a "secret" place. So imagine my surprise when he took me over to the flower bed and there were Gladiola buds about to erupt.  I love how he thought of me and how beautiful they are.  Next year he plans on planting tons more because they turned out so wonderful this year.  I love my Dad and will always remember the Daddy Daughter Dates and the flowers he grew for me.

Bubbly Toes

Trouble (what I am going to start calling Tripp) enjoys a little bubble time with his mom. Kevin is such an artist!

Bubbles taste funny.

Belly button shot

Are you sure about this mom?

He is not quite sure what to make of this bubble situation

Are you kidding me? (my favorite)

I am seeking help...I promise!

OK so you all know how I like order in my life and stuff...well it has followed me to my "blog life" also.  Because I am such an important person and have so much going on BLAH, BLAH, vomit, Clear Throat...
I have created a blog just for my crafting. Yeah if you are keeping up that makes 4.

i carry it in my heart--the life and times of me and my family

Taming the Beast-- my story of recovery  (due to the sensitivity of this blog an invite is required)

Book of Mormon Stories-- My 100 Day Challenge to read the Book of Mormon and other Church goodies

AND MY LAST AND FINAL BLOG (my fingers are crossed)

Salt-- anything crafty I can get my hands on and yummy food I make.

I could probably tie this all into one blog, but were would the stress in that be?  Also not everyone who reads this cares about my crafts or how spiritually amazing I am.  So keep your judgements to yourself please, most of you have families to take care of.  I don't, blogging is my family. Blogging is my husband.  Blogging is my child.  OK super dramatic, but whatever.  I am just happy to be able to create and to get such inspiration from people all over.  Check back now and then, I have so many projects I am working on.


Nesting was my first post on Sel.

TROUBLE

At 15 days old Tripp ROLLED OVER and then just propped himself  up on his little tummy trying to see what what the world has to offer.  WOW!  Megan has no idea what lays in store for her with this sweet little trouble maker.  I can't wait... I have so much to teach him!

My Roger

Last year I was outside working in the garden when I found a baby bird.  He had fallen from the HUGE tree outside my house.  I felt sorry for the poor little creature so I went about making him a nest.

First I got a basket and after about 30 minutes of trying to build a nest I came up with this

 I still had to try and talk the little bird into the nest...by talking I mean I used a pair of tongs to carefully place him in the basket.  See I wasn't about to touch the thing even with gloves. My cold dead heart can only do so much.  Sneaky little guy was trying to hide from me.

If you look closely you can see the metal tongs I grabbed him with.

OK so you don't have to look that hard to see the tongs.  I feel that this little bird loved his home and that I was going to be the BEST bird caregiver ever (with the help of Ben because feeding it grossed me out) but my father felt differently. He went on a very comedic rant about how "it's just going to die soon," "It's mother left him" "I had no knowledge of raising a bird" and so on.  He even made a comment about how I'd get all attached and because I'd give it a name like Roger and be upset when it died.  So that is how the little guy got his name.  Roger was around for a few more hours and I realized what tough work raising a baby bird would be (mainly because I had no idea how) so we placed him back in the tree away from predators.  I like to believe he flew away somewhere and became the most wonderful father.  For the first few weeks after "he left" I would ask my dad whenever he said the prayer to say a special little prayer for Roger.  My days of rescuing birds or any animals are over.  They keep dying and it's just not fun. 

Sweet little Ella

Ella Ann-Cherie Ouellette

Born to Michael and Breanne Ouellette

6.10.2010

6lbs 11oz 19.5"

Sweet Ella with her Daddy.

Breanne one of my dearest friends and former mission companion had her first baby on the 10th.  She is perfect and so sweetly pink. I think she looks just like her Mom.  I am so excited for she and her husband Mike.

Neener Neener Neener

Didn't his mother teach him not to stick his tongue out at people...some peoples kids. FYI....LOVE IT!

SHAKING THINGS UP A BIT...

So I decided to change the name of my blog...I wasn't a big fan of  E to the R to the IN to begin with so I found something I like more. The title is a line from one of my favorite poems by E.E. Cummings. You can find it below.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
 
I hope the change isn't too confusing.

Sweet little monster

The theme for Tripp's nursery is "Monsters/Where the Wild Things Are" they have collected so many cute little stuffed monsters...the one in the middle is my favorite.

What a big yawn for such a little man!

I for one was worried that Meg and Kev's dog Hero would be super jealous of Tripp.  I'm OK being wrong about this...

The Newest Sooner Fan!

Of course he is a SOONER FAN.....

Grandma Carey

There is no way she is old enough to be a grandma!

HE IS PERFECT!

KEVIN RUSSELL NICKEL III

"Tripp"

Born to Kevin and Megan Nickel
06/03/2010

7lbs 4oz 19 3/4"

Amazing...

I love how he is looking at his dad...

Isn't he just the most perfect thing you have ever seen!

I am in awe....

Take 2

Last Sunday Megan was having contractions every 60-90 seconds so her doctor told her to "get to the hospital".  Meg was checked in and checked out only to find that yes she was having consistent, hard, labor pains, but no she was not progressing.  The admitted her for the night to see if she would progress on her own and to watch her.  She had hopes of being induced in the AM (a Dr told them that was the plan) only to find out the state of Washington won't induce until the mom is 39 weeks along.  Meg had like 4 days... This picture was taken right after she was told that they were sending her home....again...no baby.  She is trying to look so brave and OK, but as you can see a Popsicle can only do so much.

My mother was able to fly in on Tuesday and surprise Megan and Kevin.  She has been able to help around the house and share in the last bits of Meg's pregnancy.  This story does have a happy ending or a promise of one, Meg is at the hospital right now and they have promised her that in the morning they are going to induce.  As much as we wanted Tripp to be born last week I am kind of excited...I am no longer going to be the only June birthday.  We will only be 3 days apart. Tripp only has a few more hours in that cramped little space.  We can hardly wait!