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.