tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78857187991278475302024-03-13T07:05:43.478-07:00Pettin'TalesTales of the lives and times of the Pettingill family, est. 2002.
Members: James Wayne, Marci Lyn Balser, Asia Elizbeth, Tyson James, and Lucas John.Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-35322105842284792452010-04-23T22:29:00.000-07:002010-04-23T22:42:08.805-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDuraxH3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/hfaUb-m7YKI/s1600/DSC_1918.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDuraxH3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/hfaUb-m7YKI/s400/DSC_1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463574135906049906" /></a>I love Friday's. It's the day that Ty doesn't have school, and we only have one therapy appointment. We usually have time in the morning to do something "fun". This day we went on a nature hike in the ravine behind our house, the kids LOVED it! In this pic, Tyson's at the top, and the little guys below are diligently trying to reach him. All the little guys are under 3 years old in this pic. Aren't they awesome. Gotta love boys!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDuJxZeZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/f6sm7hEJsog/s1600/DSC_1917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDuJxZeZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/f6sm7hEJsog/s400/DSC_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463574126874163602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDtbSCMNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tLy3_cI5Qug/s1600/DSC_1905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDtbSCMNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tLy3_cI5Qug/s400/DSC_1905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463574114394583250" /></a>Got a pic of most of the kids cheezin it for the camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDskBXTrI/AAAAAAAAA08/nw_I45OstL8/s1600/DSC_1902.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KDskBXTrI/AAAAAAAAA08/nw_I45OstL8/s400/DSC_1902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463574099560713906" /></a>They had to take their back packs to make it a "real" hike.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCYhgWpaI/AAAAAAAAA00/PgF2tHt00EY/s1600/DSC_1941.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCYhgWpaI/AAAAAAAAA00/PgF2tHt00EY/s400/DSC_1941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463572655776376226" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I asked Lukey to smile, this sort of worked.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCYLZ8eBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kn66663To_8/s1600/DSC_1937.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCYLZ8eBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kn66663To_8/s400/DSC_1937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463572649843914770" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tyson took saving cream "painting" to a whole new level.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCXhDSN3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/a9RN_IvF9Z8/s1600/DSC_1888.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S9KCXhDSN3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/a9RN_IvF9Z8/s400/DSC_1888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463572638474581874" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Even with a dirty face, Lukey is adorable!<div><br /></div></div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-85926521773512018922010-04-23T20:15:00.000-07:002010-04-23T23:06:42.146-07:00Blogging BoycottI boycotted the blog world for the past few months. I just couldn't take it, I would get online look at other peoples <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blog's</span></span> and they would just piss me off. Instead of feeling happy that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">someones</span> 9 month old was reading and someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">else's</span></span> 4 month old was potty trained, it would only make me feel sorry for myself and our situation. So realizing that that probably wasn't healthy, I went on a blog boycott. <br />
<div>Fast forward almost 5 months and I started wondering, "I wonder how __________is doing?" Instead of doing the what used to be normal thing and picking up the telephone and calling them and asking them, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">succumbed</span> to the communication of the modern day, and got online. I think that is so lame that I've totally fallen into the mentality of "it's been too long since I've spoken with so and so, so I can't call" but that's for a different post. ANYWAY, I was looking at my friend Michelle's <a href="http://krainichfamily.blogspot.com/">old blog</a> and if I could have kicked myself in the butt I would have. Here I have been all "my life is hard, everyone else only has to worry about if the latest photograph of their kids is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">photoshopped</span> correctly or if they posted the recipe for their amazing homemade 2 hour dinner w/ the correct photos, boo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hoo</span>". Then I catch up with Michelle (not on the phone of course, via the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">internet</span>) and think oh yeah Marci your life is tough, her little boy DIED 4 years ago. Really Marci? Really? Then I checked out her <a href="http://daysofmichelleslife.blogspot.com/">new blog</a> and read her words:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99aadd; font-family: Courier, monospace; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have at times wondered how it is possible for me to continue living and breathing. The grief and depression it has left me with has consumed me and dictated my life. I have been breathing, but simply existing. At times barely breathing. I described it to my sister yesterday as if I feel like my tears are drowning me inside and at any given moment the flood gates will give way and it will all come crashing out. However, Today for James, I start my new blog. No more existing. I am going to start living. I dedicate this blog to my new life. A life of living, of laughing, of remembering, of loving and enjoying. I give myself permission to live and smile and be happy.The average lifespan for my age is 81. From my calculations, I have 54 years left to live. I have lived 1,460 days without him. I have 19,710 to go. Far too many to go with the way I've been going. Join with me in my pursuit of happiness. Join me and commit yourself to a life of memories, fun, joy, and smiling. Life is too short to let it be so long by merely just existing.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier, monospace; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99aadd; font-family: Courier, monospace; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier, monospace; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Michelle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kranich</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(If you want to be inspired you should read her blog. Beware though, she'll tell it how it is, and if things suck, she'll say so. Maybe that's one of the reasons I love her so much) I'm not going to start a new blog or anything, but I am going to try and have a better attitude about the successes of other people. Also, if things suck, I'm going to say so. And if i can figure out how to do it, I'm going to make it so people can't comment on my blog. Isn't that mean? My friend Blaire did this with her blog and it totally bugged me, but now I "get" why she did it. I guess if you want to say something to me you'll have to email me (marcibalser@hotmail.com) , or even *gasp* call me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now that my lengthy introduction is over I'll get to the good stuff. I think the reason life has been a little hard is the reality of having two autistic children has actually hit me. As they get older, their delays and/or little quirks are becoming more obvious. I clearly remember a time in college when I was laying in bed one night talking with my roommate and closest high school/college friend Brooke. We were talking about our Bishops son Jamie who has </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Down syndrome</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. I said to her "dude, I hope I don't have kids who are challenged like that, because that is one thing I'm just not cut out for." That is where the irony sets in for me. My kids are not challenged "like that", if you look at them they look totally "normal" (what ever that is), in fact they look better than normal, they are so cute. The challenge OR blessing that I have is that they are high enough functioning that they have a real chance of normality we think, it just takes an incredible amount of time, effort, work and money. When I really think about that I feel an enormous amount of pressure and whole ton of "what if's" come to my mind. What if we don't provide them with enough therapies or opportunities? What if all the therapies and opportunities we're providing don't really matter? Is the fate of their entire lives in my hands? What if their abilities in life are just to be WalMart greeters? What if people say, what is that hot guy doing being a WalMart greeter? What if that ends up what we strive for? What if their potential is so much greater than that and I'm the one limiting them or not providing them with what they need to reach their potentials? What if they turn out completely normal and read this 20 years down the road and are extremely offended? What if I/we die, who's going to give them what they need? What if?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We have had so many decisions to make recently in regards to how the intervention that the school district is providing will effect them. I question myself all the time on if what I'm doing is right. Last year when we got Tyson involved with the district (they have to be at least 3) it wasn't a great experience. It was the first time I had heard the word AUTISM in reference to my child. I wanted to break the noses of every person in that room. Seriously, I was in there because I was concerned about his repetitive speech, and his inability to answer "Wh questions", not because I thought he was autistic. The kid had known his numbers and letters since he was 18 months old, he memorized books, he was loving and cuddley, what the crap were they talking about?! Then I heard them comment on Lucas & his tip-toe walking being a sign of Autism (at the time we were being told he was deaf), then they had the balls (yeah I said balls) to tell me with the two of them I should really think hard before having anymore children. Awesome, thanks. When we got into the actual class they assigned to us, it was all I could do to keep Jim from grabbing Tyson and running out of there. You should have seen these kids. They </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">l</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">ooked</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> autistic, they were banging their heads against walls, and couldn't talk, and hurting other kids, it was a nightmare. They were 5 & 6 years old twice as big as my barely turned 3 year old. Besides Tyson, there was only one other kid in there that could even talk. We had meeting after meeting after conversation after conversation with the district placement office to try and get him in to the other class where the teaches said he belonged (after telling us he would be in physical danger if he stayed in that class). They wanted him to go from 9am to 3pm. This was my baby, who still to this day takes at least a 2 1/2 hour nap. They told me that if I was a "good mom" I would put him in that class and be fine with their quiet time in lieu of naps. I told the placement office to suck it, and we filed a suit against the school district. Once we did that, the people who were involved with our school contacted us and we were able to work it out, getting him in the more appropriate class. And even to this day when I am speaking to someone involved with the school district or other services I get crap about not having him involved in a program where he is getting 25 hours of services/week. (Currently he goes to school 4 days/week which adds up to 10 hours, he has 1 hour of ABA therapy at our home on the day he isn't in school, and we take him to speech therapy once a week as well) Is it enough? Am I doing the right thing by letting him nap? Who knows? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lucas will be starting school the middle of May, they will also recommend an all day program for him that's 5 days a week. I will probably be pulling him out so he can come home and nap. I will get flack for that for sure. Is it the right decision? (Currently Luke has ABA therapy 2 times/week, speech therapy 2 times/week, Occupational Therapy once a week, a behavioral specialist once a week, and someone from the state 2 times/month) I don't know? According to the experts he should have more. We can't afford more. Am I doing all I can </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">to</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> afford more? I babysit a 9 year old who arrives at my house mon-fri at 6 am. We get him fed and take him to school, pick him up from school, and get his home work done. When we started speech and o.t. a few months ago, I started baby sitting a 8 month old baby girl who arrives at 5:30 am 4 days a week and gets picked up at 5pm. Should I find other kids to baby sit? I think if I had anymore, it would take away from my ability to serve my own kids. I probably just need to learn how to clip cupons or something and make the grocery stores pay </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">me</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> to take their food. I'm sure I read something on someone's blog about that. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This past week when Lukey was in his Occupational Therapy session I was talking to her about his recent need for heights. The kid is climbing on EVERYTHING, I seriously don't know how he gets where he does sometimes. It's a little scary. We talked about that being one of his sensory seeking needs. She recommended taking him places where he can get up high, like the play equipment at the park. I seriously almost started bawling right there. We used to go to the park ALL the time, like at least 4 times a week. I don't have time to do that any more. Our mornings are booked with therapy, we have lunch and naps, then pick the 9 year old up from school, and have to be home for the baby girls late afternoon nap. Then dinner, then it's too late. Are we doing the right things? And to be honest, on the days that we may have some extra time, I'm so freaking worn out I can't seem to find the energy to do that (although I may have found the solution to that in the form of ZipFizz that you add to your water from Costco :-) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">All I have to say is I'm glad I'm not a single mom. When my husband is home he helps out a TON! Although our house in not in a perfectly clean state, it's also not a total wreck and a lot of that is due to his efforts. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">PHEW! That was a lot of stuff, and I'm still not done venting. But, I do feel a little better, and I am tired. So for now I'll be done. Maybe I'll look at a blog or two and be happy for my friends and family. But before I go, I'll show you a few things that I'm happy about and proud of and you can be happy for me as well.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*March 22, 2010 Lucas said his first word "Nose" it was while working with one of this therapists and pointing to his nose. We were beyond words!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*Tyson continues to be a charmer, after one of his speech therapy sessions last week, he walked up to his therapist put his hand on her cheek, looked at her right in the eyes and said "Miss Mandy, I'm so glad I came to speech therapy today so I could see you." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Also, while my mom was tending the kids while we were in court in Idaho (oh yeah Jim got his parental rights for Asia appointed to him by the court, next post) they called my dad to tell them they were going to drive up to St. George. Tyson got on the phone and said "Grandpa can Tyson come to see you? And see Yapper Cat, and when I see you can you please give me a hug and a kiss?" I'm telling you, a charmer.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">* Lukey is tearing up sound imitation. In fact I won't take signs from him anymore when he is requesting something, I make him imitate the first letter of the word. Sometimes its hard for him and he works SO hard at forming those sounds, and some times I swear in his head he just says "screw it, it's not worth the work" and walks away. Overall though, he's doing amazing!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Stay tuned.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br />
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We decided that it would be funny to answer the door wearing what you see above, knowing that our friends would be dressed pretty low key. We had fun with our little prank, and loved seeing the surprised faces of our friends when we asked them if they had missed the memo on formal attire!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7uW2tOpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ta4LbmA3Xv0/s1600-h/DSC_1805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7uW2tOpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ta4LbmA3Xv0/s400/DSC_1805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422399618949134994" /></a>Asia ended up going over to a girls house from our ward and partied with a TON of 13 year old girls. I guess they had a blast, and we were glad she could hang with some girls her age.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7t5DdetI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CRfEamfS5RI/s1600-h/DSC_1802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7t5DdetI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CRfEamfS5RI/s400/DSC_1802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422399610949565138" /></a>My HOT friend Kim, the friendship we developed with her and her hub Ty is DEFINITELY one of the best things that happened to us in 2009!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7tRhhtXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/2CIIOz2MISo/s1600-h/DSC_1801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A7tRhhtXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/2CIIOz2MISo/s400/DSC_1801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422399600338253170" /></a>Krystal and Bobby, he heads back to Iraq in February, we'll see if we can help keep her distracted while he's gone. We Love them!<div><br /></div><div>2009 in summary:</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say that we are RELIEVED to put 2009 in the history books. It had been a TOUGH year for our family, like it has been for so many others. We (like many here in Vegas) were hit HARD by the fall of the housing market. After many months of stress and anguish as we watched the value of our home decline $250k, we decided to short sale the sucker! It seemed to take FOREVER to finally close, but we were lucky to have the sale go through. On the upside we were able to move in to an amazing home this summer, and we are excited to be in it for many years to come. We doubled our square footage, gained a fabulous back yard and pool, and lowered our house payment!</div><div><br /></div><div>January of last year we began the seemingly never ending testing of Lucas and Tyson. We noticed that Lucas did not have any words at about 19 months and felt concerned. After many tests, doctors, specialists etc. it was thought that he was deaf. We scheduled him for hearing aids and went to get the final test at the hospital. He was sedated to be able to gage where to set the hearing aids. After the test, the doctor walked out and gave us the good and bad news. Good news: he apparently hears fine, bad news: that means a brain processing issue. More specialists, more testing, more waiting. In the end we found an amazing specialist, she is the only Pediatric Neuropsychologist in Southern Nevada, and is fantastic. After about 10 sessions with her, she diagnosed him with Autism. Since that time, we have had therapists in our home about 4 days a week. In the mean time, (while we were having Lukey evaluated by every resource available), we took advantage of one of the state funded resources and had Tyson evaluated for his "parroting/echolalia". He was diagnosed through the school district on the Autism spectrum as well. Tyson is very high functioning and actually displays a closer similarity to what is called "Hyperlexia". He is attending a specialized preschool program at the elementary school 4 days a week and on his day off, works with a therapist at our home. He is THRIVING! He loves his friends, his teachers, riding the bus home, having parties at our house, being the center of attention, etc. He learned to swim this summer all by himself and could literally swim across the pool a couple of months after his 3rd birthday. He is currently learning how to sound out words we read in books. He loves life and is a joy (and challenge:) to have in our family. </div><div>Luke has grown leaps and bounds. He still is with out words, but has progressed tremendously. He is a very smart little guy, he loves to do puzzles, sort objects, eat yo-go's, play trains, dig in the sand and kiss his mommy. He is learning to stick up for himself with Tyson, and I have to say I don't usually step in when he does:) He is gorgeous and sweet and we wouldn't trade him for anything! We are thrilled to have a functioning, smart, loving little guy, and are trying to find the keys to unlock his language. At times we get a little bit down with our challenging situation, but realize how blessed we are to have beautiful high functioning kids that with a little extra work will be on the paths to happy successful lives!</div><div><br /></div><div>This summer we were surprised with the information that Jim has a 13 year old daughter. This news was confirmed in July and we began communications with her at that time. I'm so grateful that we live in the day in age of the internet. We met her for the first time in August when she came to Vegas. We spent time with her in September in her home town of Twin Falls, ID, and then she flew down in October and November, and of course this past week with her. She is a gorgeous, amazing young lady, and I can't say how happy we are to have the opportunity to be involved in her life. She has all the the males in my house smitten, and as I've said before, I so LOVE having another girl around. It's been an adjustment of course, as neither of us (especially Jim:) have very much experience with 13 year old girls. We're happy to have the ability to see her each month, but so wish we could see her even more!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to lie, these "challenges" have taken a toll on Jim and I. And we are definitely learning that marriage takes WORK! We are blessed to have good friends, an AMAZING bishop, and a fantastic counselor to help us deal with these different trials. We have decided to "weed out" the things in our life that are not of utmost importance to us and our marriage. We are learning to make one another a priority above ANYTHING else (except of course our Heavenly Father and his Son). We are trying to find a way to serve one another each day. Sometimes it works, sometimes we fail. Sometimes we argue, sometimes we don't. We are striving to "fall in love" with one another again so we can have a solid foundation to deal with things as they come our way. I have learned that I literally hit the jack pot when I married Jim, I had NO idea how LUCKY I was, and what kind of man he would turn out to be. I'm grateful everyday (even on the sucky days) that I some how got to be his wife.</div><div><br /></div><div>Probably the biggest thing I have learned in 2009 is perspective. You can not control what life throws at you, but you CAN control the perspective you take on it-that will determine one's attitude and how they handle themselves. At different times in 2009 my perspective has been skewed and when that has happened it has affected my life in a negative way. My New Year's Resolution is to take the time to analyze and evaluate my perspective on what life throws at us. (it's also to kick some serious P90X butt and get Smokin' hot for my 30th birthday in August!) We are so grateful for the innumerable blessing we have in our life, and look forward to making 2010 our best year thus far!</div><div><br /></div><div>We wish you all a wonderful and prosperous Happy New Year!</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-59637692065651229732010-01-02T22:29:00.000-08:002010-01-02T22:34:02.014-08:00New Years with a 3 year old...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A502hv6kI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xyvOmzY2CcQ/s1600-h/DSC_1808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A502hv6kI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xyvOmzY2CcQ/s400/DSC_1808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422397531507124802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A50UltGFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x0jXJfP_UUM/s1600-h/DSC_1809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A50UltGFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x0jXJfP_UUM/s400/DSC_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422397522396911698" /></a>This is what happens when you leave a 3 year old alone upstairs. Nice. He does look a little crazy in the 1st pictures, but he was trying to tell us he got shaving cream in "the eyes."Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-1915680514403772252010-01-02T22:17:00.000-08:002010-01-02T22:28:48.878-08:00Freemont with Asia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3jaIMTQI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wH_sNq26xc8/s1600-h/DSC_1790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3jaIMTQI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wH_sNq26xc8/s400/DSC_1790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422395032802708738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3izdSHYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/lzpOL44v3P8/s1600-h/DSC_1784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3izdSHYI/AAAAAAAAAzk/lzpOL44v3P8/s400/DSC_1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422395022422187394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3iXClpeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ArylgwS5pPY/s1600-h/DSC_1783.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3iXClpeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ArylgwS5pPY/s400/DSC_1783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422395014794028514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3hx7x8DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/SdL91kb9Cw0/s1600-h/DSC_1776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3hx7x8DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/SdL91kb9Cw0/s400/DSC_1776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422395004833361970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3hSSjFsI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3ExdzOFQKnk/s1600-h/DSC_1775.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A3hSSjFsI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3ExdzOFQKnk/s400/DSC_1775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422394996338923202" /></a>Asia flew in the day after Christmas and was able to stay for a week! We went to church, hit Freemont street, did a little shopping, went to the Springs Preserve, had a new years party (she also went to one with some girls from church), had a great time playing games at the Harmons, and in between all of that we actually chilled and relaxed a ton! It was nice to get some one on one time with her, and have her involved with our everyday life. Tyson is already asking "where's Asia at?" and she's only been gone a couple of hours.Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-30635770233882951012010-01-02T21:57:00.000-08:002010-01-02T22:16:40.746-08:00Christmas 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0SRafPdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_IXIfC9j2bY/s1600-h/DSC_1734.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0SRafPdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_IXIfC9j2bY/s400/DSC_1734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422391439870868946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0RqAZfSI/AAAAAAAAAy8/03aCmE2-7gs/s1600-h/DSC_1745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0RqAZfSI/AAAAAAAAAy8/03aCmE2-7gs/s400/DSC_1745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422391429292457250" /></a>Tyson "helped" everyone open presents...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0RXk-sFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4SwJgi4j9Oc/s1600-h/DSC_1752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0RXk-sFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4SwJgi4j9Oc/s400/DSC_1752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422391424345616466" /></a>He helped daddy pick out a new robe for me and was proud that it is "soooooo soft mommy!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0Q7nBYwI/AAAAAAAAAys/J65b41jNwZk/s1600-h/DSC_1756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0Q7nBYwI/AAAAAAAAAys/J65b41jNwZk/s400/DSC_1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422391416837989122" /></a>Luke could have cared less about opening presents, he spent the whole time playing with just 2 toys...at least we knew he liked them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0QBz4rQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BEejhTgsILU/s1600-h/DSC_1770.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0A0QBz4rQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/BEejhTgsILU/s400/DSC_1770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422391401322687746" /></a>We had my parents and brother join us for Christmas this year, it was so nice. Last year we decided that we were going to stay home from then on for Christmas. So, we invited a few other families for over for a little party on Christmas Eve. Well, this year our 'little' party evolved into something bigger! We had a ROCKIN' time here at our house with a ton of great food, a priceless Nativity Play put on by about 15 kids, followed by some amazing singing of Christmas songs, and then each family performed a musical number. It was so fun and we can't wait to do it again next year! We had a ton of video, but I didn't get any pics on our camera. Dang!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-87586562917160140382010-01-02T21:50:00.000-08:002010-01-02T21:56:34.599-08:00Magical Forest @ Opportunity Village<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw3OiWrjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sZUZG3qev0w/s1600-h/DSC_1702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw3OiWrjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sZUZG3qev0w/s400/DSC_1702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422387676707204658" /></a>Kickin' it on the Choo Choo!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw2rAb3bI/AAAAAAAAAyU/7Gt1-mAOmE0/s1600-h/DSC_1715.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw2rAb3bI/AAAAAAAAAyU/7Gt1-mAOmE0/s400/DSC_1715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422387667169697202" /></a>Tyson competing in the Tricycle race, of COURSE he won! Look at that concentration!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw15r0g6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ju0UsO6sSUs/s1600-h/DSC_1716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Aw15r0g6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/ju0UsO6sSUs/s400/DSC_1716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422387653929894818" /></a>Lucas LOVED the slide! <div>We try and go to the Magical Forrest every year. We saw santa and all the decorated trees and rode the rides. I sometimes feel like it's a little bit pricey, but then I remind myself of the great cause the money is used for. Plus, the kids dig it!</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-7871523840005920002010-01-02T21:41:00.000-08:002010-01-02T21:49:21.319-08:00November<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au_ZVKt3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BO6TFug8rbQ/s1600-h/DSC_1672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au_ZVKt3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BO6TFug8rbQ/s400/DSC_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422385618020382578" /></a>Jim turned 34, we had his birthday with the Harmon's and his parents...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au-yrCjLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yK-eVi34lJM/s1600-h/DSC_1683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au-yrCjLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yK-eVi34lJM/s400/DSC_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422385607643139250" /></a>We hosted Thanksgiving, and for some reason didn't take any other pictures than the boys in the hot tub. (Lucas, Jim, Matt [my cousin], Brandon [my brother], and Tyson. We had a great time, and ate our feast at our house with my grandpa and his wife, my parents and brother, my aunt and her husband and 2 kids, and of course ourselves. It was SOOOOO Fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au-do7tVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/c9kS2tK2WqQ/s1600-h/DSC_1689.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au-do7tVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/c9kS2tK2WqQ/s400/DSC_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422385601997157714" /></a>Lukey's hair grew even shaggier (if that's even a word:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au97QQ37I/AAAAAAAAAxs/achzopQtgZY/s1600-h/DSC_1696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/S0Au97QQ37I/AAAAAAAAAxs/achzopQtgZY/s400/DSC_1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422385592766881714" /></a>And continued with LOTS of therapy. Lukey is doing a gesture that Marissa had him to in order to get a light brite piece. Busy month, we were thankful to have survived!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-45591730831953846932009-11-15T19:47:00.000-08:002009-11-15T20:12:33.895-08:00Murder Mystery/Birthday Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQA5LjvxI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PTTlV2m7bU4/s1600/DSC_1406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQA5LjvxI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PTTlV2m7bU4/s400/DSC_1406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404548266612473618" /></a>The Birthday Girls! Both girls are turning 13 with in the week (Asia and her friend Rush'l)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQAcr5ibI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OZbXrkxTkqU/s1600/DSC_1422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQAcr5ibI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OZbXrkxTkqU/s400/DSC_1422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404548258963491250" /></a>Ty (aka Joe) and Kim (aka E.C.) in character for our party!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQAKnktsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/h8jH8vWwzcE/s1600/DSC_1425.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDQAKnktsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/h8jH8vWwzcE/s400/DSC_1425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404548254113511106" /></a>Our three 13 year olds, Gabe, Asia and Rush'l.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMpJN3TPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-lWoB00a2A0/s1600/DSC_1441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMpJN3TPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-lWoB00a2A0/s400/DSC_1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404544560065367282" /></a>The girls: Kim (E.C.) , Rush'l (Pris), Asia (Penny), and Me (Dee)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMoSj1TgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ARXdaiNzqKE/s1600/DSC_1448.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMoSj1TgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ARXdaiNzqKE/s400/DSC_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404544545393561090" /></a>Dee and Rick<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMnVAePEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ALZHfAJ2Stk/s1600/DSC_1451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SwDMnVAePEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ALZHfAJ2Stk/s400/DSC_1451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404544528870685762" /></a>Our newest love birds Gabe (Del) and Asia (Penny)<div><br /></div><div>We had a murder mystery party while Asia was in town. For two reasons, one to give us something fun and inexpensive to do, and two to celebrate Asia and her friend Rush'l's birthdays. They both are turning 13. We had a ton of fun and I think everybody enjoyed getting in to character. I highly recommend it!</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-39274008700309632082009-10-24T20:30:00.000-07:002009-10-24T20:42:13.360-07:00Buzz and Woody!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHKflP5jI/AAAAAAAAAwE/f2oYmfl4vXE/s1600-h/DSC_1297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHKflP5jI/AAAAAAAAAwE/f2oYmfl4vXE/s400/DSC_1297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396375761610335794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJzfDXZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZcOJ1z8uB0s/s1600-h/DSC_1293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJzfDXZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZcOJ1z8uB0s/s400/DSC_1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396375749773188498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJQgTxNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Ww2cG7wuyhI/s1600-h/DSC_1002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJQgTxNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Ww2cG7wuyhI/s400/DSC_1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396375740383216850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJGTqNPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/sJoFpB9Nl8E/s1600-h/DSC_1296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SuPHJGTqNPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/sJoFpB9Nl8E/s400/DSC_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396375737645806834" /></a>Tyson's school had a Halloween carnival Friday night. This is the 1st year that Tyson picked out a costume, he saw the 'Buzz' costume in Costco and wanted it. So, naturally I made Lukey a 'Woody' costume. I just took and old long sleeved onsie and drew in the red lines with marker, grabbed some fabric at Walmart and had my friend help me draw a vest. Then I just cut it out and hand stitched it (I don't use a sewing machine, come on). Borrowed the hat and holster, and pulled out Jim's cowboy boots from when he was little. I have to say that it actually turned out. Note to self, "if you need to re-use Woody shirt, do NOT use Washable marker, your child will for sure spill water on it and you will have to re-do it before halloween." The carnival was fun, we'll have to see how Trick or Treating goes next week...Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-33125159613837718442009-10-15T10:32:00.000-07:002009-10-15T10:40:10.906-07:00Asia's 2nd Vegas Visit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddiXgphWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D9BB-Cwczps/s1600-h/DSC_1265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddiXgphWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D9BB-Cwczps/s400/DSC_1265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392881923807348066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Stddh79OloI/AAAAAAAAAvU/hNNM0g31i1Q/s1600-h/DSC_1263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Stddh79OloI/AAAAAAAAAvU/hNNM0g31i1Q/s400/DSC_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392881916411025026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddhXbwpMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/b2dDoE9Rd-E/s1600-h/DSC_1260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddhXbwpMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/b2dDoE9Rd-E/s400/DSC_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392881906606974146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddgtVTN4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/eU39iG1IUGo/s1600-h/DSC_1258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/StddgtVTN4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/eU39iG1IUGo/s400/DSC_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392881895305590658" /></a>Asia came to visit us in Vegas a few weeks ago. Of course we were totally lame and didn't get the camera battery charged until her last night here, so these are the only pics I have. We had a GREAT visit, went to a football game, swimming, laser tag, two game nights, AND she and I got glitter toes, which are so fun and HOT! (Her's are the light blue one's ) We are excited to have her come and visit again the first weekend in November! I'll be sure to take more pics...Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-18572275967768519482009-09-21T21:49:00.000-07:002009-09-21T21:55:32.908-07:00"Touch your head"Lucas responded to a spoken command today. He was working with his therapist. She said "touch your head" (this was so he could get the toy he desired) and he did; with out any prompting or with out being shown how to touch his head. He hasn't done anything like this before. It was a good day.Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-34480178996151019132009-09-05T22:27:00.000-07:002009-09-05T23:10:49.246-07:00How/Where to start?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKY-U3ToI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yCrneGwqdUA/s1600-h/DSC_1027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKY-U3ToI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yCrneGwqdUA/s400/DSC_1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224172918328962" /></a>Asia's visit to Vegas in August.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKYS97fFI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WW_diGD6ArA/s1600-h/DSC_1116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKYS97fFI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WW_diGD6ArA/s400/DSC_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224161279409234" /></a>Tyson's 1st day of Pre-school at Goynes Elementary<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKXjDYcCI/AAAAAAAAAus/qhFBT284hm8/s1600-h/DSC_1198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKXjDYcCI/AAAAAAAAAus/qhFBT284hm8/s400/DSC_1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224148417376290" /></a>Laughing Luke...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKXK2rMyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oIN3rl1WEoY/s1600-h/DSC_1192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SqNKXK2rMyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oIN3rl1WEoY/s400/DSC_1192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224141921628962" /></a>Lukey, Marci, Asia, Tyson, and Jim @ Shoshone Falls, in Twin Falls, ID.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We have had a couple of months full of CRAZINESS! I haven't blogged about it because 1. I haven't had the time and 2. didn't quite know how or where to start. SO, I'll just go for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of months ago, we found out that Jim has a 12 (almost 13) year old daughter from his first marriage when he was 20. Although a little shocking at first, we are so happy to have Asia in our lives. She is gorgeous as you can see, is super sweet and has Jim completely smitten. He's head over heals in love, exactly how a daddy should be with his daughter. I'm just happy to have another girl around once in a while and just wish we could spend more time with her. Of course it's a little bit more detailed of a story, but I'm not going to "detail" it on the blog. We really are just so lucky to be a part of her life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lucas finished up all of his testing with the pediatric neuropsychologist, it was a long process. He has been classified as being on the Autism Spectrum. Highly functioning, but still with out any speech. He/we will be involved with intense therapy with different specialists almost everyday, and I will be learning how to be a therapy mom as to teach him through out the day. We already had a breakthrough this week, with him intentionally mimic-ing 2 different sounds I made multiple times. It was major. We are hopeful that he will continue to progress to get where he needs to be in regards to communication.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tyson also participated in testing at the beginning of the summer that places him on the Autism spectrum as well. Also highly functioning. He "parrots" language. He can say everything and anything you say, often times repeating what is said rather than answering/asking questions. He has almost a savant ability for memorization, its really unbelievable. He started a "preschool" program that the school district provides at the elementary school to help him in the areas that he struggles with; such as "Wh" questions (i.e. who, what, when, where, why, etc.) He has also made progress in the last week, when I picked him up from school I asked him <i>What</i> he had for snack, he answered "grape juice and crackers" where as in the past, he would have just repeated my question. He also tells me about his new friends, Dion and Logan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although we feel a little "gipped" having two boys on the Autism Spectrum we are really so lucky. They are both "normal" boys that have some challenges that are different from other kids. The great thing about it is that they have both responded amazingly to "intervention" and therapy and they both have tested to be super smart kids, we just have to learn how they learn. Time to gear up for the challenge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim is really busy. Besides being involved in our families issues, he is trying to keep up with his Master's class, can't help him there. His work let one of the pilots go, which means that he has to work a little bit more. We can't complain, we're just so happy he has a job in this crazy economy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me? Well, let's see. I'm a semi-blonde now. It seems fitting because I honestly feel a little ditzy lately. I'm trying to figure out how to stay sane and productive right now, sometimes it feels a little like I'm in survival mode rather than productive wife/mom mode. I'm hoping that I can actually get a grip in the next day or two so when we start our different therapies next week I'm geared up and ready. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next few months ought to be interesting...stay tuned!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-53818058881974604812009-08-09T18:55:00.000-07:002009-08-09T19:17:06.296-07:00Finger lickin' good!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CX029lPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TWemgFN-mbs/s1600-h/DSC_0971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CX029lPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TWemgFN-mbs/s400/DSC_0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368152626686694642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CWxvK_PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/G3FbqqGCyis/s1600-h/DSC_0978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CWxvK_PI/AAAAAAAAAuU/G3FbqqGCyis/s400/DSC_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368152608668843250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CVoUzQDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2Wkf6jgiCSY/s1600-h/DSC_0979.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn-CVoUzQDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2Wkf6jgiCSY/s400/DSC_0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368152588962447410" /></a>The other day I was making brownies and had to leave the room to help Lucas with something. When I came back this is what I found. Ty had pushed a step-stool over and helped him self to some finger lickin' good brownie batter. This confirms it, he is indeed my child.Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-83713149403044130082009-08-09T17:08:00.000-07:002009-08-09T17:30:42.860-07:00Nursery Success!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pVLoN3DI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rZ30fC1tA24/s1600-h/DSC_0915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pVLoN3DI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rZ30fC1tA24/s400/DSC_0915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125093468560434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pUgowphI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JtoB_K_vUJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pUgowphI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JtoB_K_vUJ4/s400/DSC_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125081928115730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pUe1xC5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/juVn1OpqwlA/s1600-h/DSC_0917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Sn9pUe1xC5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/juVn1OpqwlA/s400/DSC_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125081445796754" /></a>Lukey had 2 count them TWO weeks in a row of nursery success! We are so happy and proud of him! The reason for the photo's - no reason I just thought they were cute. I came home one night and Jim had got Luke ready for bed, in the jammies I was saving for Halloween. Ah well, who cares if they are totally out of season, daddy made the effort to help me out and I love him for it!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-65312284524811129442009-07-12T13:28:00.000-07:002009-07-12T13:56:35.332-07:004th of July Yankee Doodle Dandies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKclrlkgI/AAAAAAAAAts/httkmBzWQtE/s1600-h/DSC_0884.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKclrlkgI/AAAAAAAAAts/httkmBzWQtE/s400/DSC_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357676561722348034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKbDaW_0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/gS8syP_oQZs/s1600-h/DSC_0882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKbDaW_0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/gS8syP_oQZs/s400/DSC_0882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357676535343415106" /></a>Jim and Luke - cheesin' for the camera pool side...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKa6xeyhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jXWRPxlffvY/s1600-h/DSC_0881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKa6xeyhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jXWRPxlffvY/s400/DSC_0881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357676533024475666" /></a>Fillmore Fam - Kaycee, Stu, & Audrey...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKaGvKOVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/72wjYM1xRI4/s1600-h/DSC_0877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKaGvKOVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/72wjYM1xRI4/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357676519056095570" /></a>Jim- "stealth mode" on his way to squirt an unsuspecting pool-go-er...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKZtBKuYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jb6FEk9PPPY/s1600-h/DSC_0889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpKZtBKuYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jb6FEk9PPPY/s400/DSC_0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357676512152304002" /></a>Cute Katelyn posing before she digs into the watermelon...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJOHdxJXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/g5PO_aDvBCA/s1600-h/DSC_0856.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJOHdxJXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/g5PO_aDvBCA/s400/DSC_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675213581526386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJN9pBZqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WtG6iaYK3os/s1600-h/DSC_0855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJN9pBZqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WtG6iaYK3os/s400/DSC_0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675210944374434" /></a>Daisy and Danny crackin up...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJNun69OI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FqBFXxWCZtA/s1600-h/DSC_0851.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJNun69OI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FqBFXxWCZtA/s400/DSC_0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675206913225954" /></a>Audrey enjoying some watermelon as well...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJNeOYbrI/AAAAAAAAAss/LcW4wFy-PAY/s1600-h/DSC_0846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpJNeOYbrI/AAAAAAAAAss/LcW4wFy-PAY/s400/DSC_0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675202511138482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXjaZMQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yn2fguWd-4c/s1600-h/DSC_0837.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXjaZMQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yn2fguWd-4c/s400/DSC_0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674276190761218" /></a>My buddy Kaycee looking so gorgeous...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXYOTKII/AAAAAAAAAsc/w3No47P_Wso/s1600-h/DSC_0828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXYOTKII/AAAAAAAAAsc/w3No47P_Wso/s400/DSC_0828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674273187244162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXNcKYqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DR6M4IEfDwo/s1600-h/DSC_0822.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIXNcKYqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DR6M4IEfDwo/s400/DSC_0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674270292599458" /></a>Tyson doing his patriotic flag waving duty, even in the hot tub...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIWuoMJwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/phmPH-Hr8jk/s1600-h/DSC_0817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SlpIWuoMJwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/phmPH-Hr8jk/s400/DSC_0817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674262021547778" /></a>Lukey and his flag...he is still carrying it around.<div><br /></div><div>We had a super fun 4th of July party at our house! We did the traditional BBQ, pool party, and firework watching. We had a great turn out of people, great food, and great fun!!! All the Station Casino's around vegas did the fire work shows, and we had an AMAZING view of the Aliante Station's firework show, from our back deck. It was all we could do to get the kiddo's out of the pool at 9:30 for the show, it's safe to say that all of the kids slept well that night. All in all we had a great time, and felt like true Yankee Doodle Dandies on the 4th of July!!!</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-8394482716789956752009-06-28T15:49:00.000-07:002009-06-30T14:13:04.369-07:00Our Idaho Redneck Vacation Rocked!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDSf0QERI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vuD1nOMGLYE/s1600-h/DSC_0794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDSf0QERI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vuD1nOMGLYE/s400/DSC_0794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883617163907346" /></a>The Falls on the South Fork of the Snake River.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDSDH15oI/AAAAAAAAArs/Vh7Ra4qLB4k/s1600-h/DSC_0777.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDSDH15oI/AAAAAAAAArs/Vh7Ra4qLB4k/s400/DSC_0777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883609461450370" /></a>Lucas LOVED the falls, I swear he entered like a Zen state whenever we got close (we went twice) and he cried when we left.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDR-6fGeI/AAAAAAAAArk/AgYR-Sltjww/s1600-h/DSC_0764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklDR-6fGeI/AAAAAAAAArk/AgYR-Sltjww/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352883608331688418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB8Iw7HvI/AAAAAAAAArc/EmCnT4tfUvA/s1600-h/DSC_0748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB8Iw7HvI/AAAAAAAAArc/EmCnT4tfUvA/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352882133507186418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7gvdBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/T9Qj_hQeyLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0739.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7gvdBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/T9Qj_hQeyLQ/s400/DSC_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352882122763601234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7fx1XtI/AAAAAAAAArM/_rczggPro2g/s1600-h/DSC_0730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7fx1XtI/AAAAAAAAArM/_rczggPro2g/s400/DSC_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352882122505150162" /></a>Tyson loved "helping" with everything to do with the boat. He also helped daddy fish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7ImHkEI/AAAAAAAAArE/MTuOZ4eNEwY/s1600-h/DSC_0708.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SklB7ImHkEI/AAAAAAAAArE/MTuOZ4eNEwY/s400/DSC_0708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352882116281995330" /></a>Jim's Charlie's Angles pose...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0wII_nxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xxSY_vK8mGs/s1600-h/DSC_0701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0wII_nxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/xxSY_vK8mGs/s400/DSC_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352515789809229586" /></a>Have you ever shot a 44 Mag? It's like shooting a cannon, not my favorite gun, but Jim likes it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0vjqDsMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/N1v5YfQTpuI/s1600-h/DSC_0679.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0vjqDsMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/N1v5YfQTpuI/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352515780015796418" /></a>I'm shooting an AR-15. I liked it. I also happen to be a bulls eye shot from 40 yards out (bettcha didn't know I'm like freaking Annie Oakley), my favorite though is a Glock, which I also can hit bulls eye's with. Jim says this is why he made me quit playing Grand Theft Auto, something about transference...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0vHoquUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YR_tCxSSRx0/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0vHoquUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YR_tCxSSRx0/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352515772493773122" /></a>We also did some 4-wheeling...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0u2bA38I/AAAAAAAAAqk/v2uYsVEelDM/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0u2bA38I/AAAAAAAAAqk/v2uYsVEelDM/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352515767873101762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0ucaXXjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kzrh39oVFx8/s1600-h/DSC_0551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Skf0ucaXXjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kzrh39oVFx8/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352515760891059762" /></a>It was a really fun vacation. We had a lot of rain and it was MUCH cooler than vegas, but we all thrived, something about being in the mountains, in the fresh air, is well, refreshing. We loved our redneck vacation and can't wait to go again!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-63453638706950094062009-06-08T22:03:00.000-07:002009-06-08T22:16:57.019-07:00BREAK THROUGH!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Si3tgqFK_KI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-l6Az4q34JE/s1600-h/DSC_0527.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Si3tgqFK_KI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-l6Az4q34JE/s400/DSC_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345189478066224290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Si3tgRX2BbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Oh_Qb0VbKjE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/Si3tgRX2BbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Oh_Qb0VbKjE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345189471433655730" /></a>So we had a MAJOR break through with Lucas this weekend. We have been having a speech therapist come to the house for 6 or 7 weeks now to work with him. We are not yet working on actual speech, but rather the idea of communication. It sounds a little weird, but we have to teach him the very basic ideas of communication, for example: teaching him to make eye contact with us, look at the thing he wants and then look back at us. Along with this we have been trying to teach him the sign for "more", so he will understand that you have the power to do something (sign) and then you get your desired result. We're hoping that once understands that, we can progress to sounds, and eventually words. SO, after like 6 weeks of working on the sign "more", it clicked! We were in the pool and I was twirling him around. Then I would stop, and say more, show him the sign, and then wait. I SWEAR I saw the light turn on in his head, he grinned and then did the sign all by himself. All I can say it that the neighbors must have thought we had won the freaking lottery or something, we were jumping and screaming. Of course we did it again and again. Then I pretended that I was ignoring him and would look away, he would grab my face and turn it so I was looking at him (THIS IS MAJOR by the way) and then again show me the sign for more. Seriously I can not find the words (how ironic) to describe how awesome this was for us. He got to show his speech therapist this morning and she was thrilled as well. An all around great day for Lucas (and us). Everyone, put your finger tips together for more, more, more!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-29916781282790821892009-05-25T21:05:00.001-07:002009-05-25T21:06:25.033-07:00Oh yeah, we moved...Apparently there are a few who didn't know we were moving, we moved a whopping 1.2 miles away, but are LOVING our new home! Maybe we'll start looking for that camera...Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-64819488528569449222009-05-12T09:19:00.000-07:002009-05-12T09:38:11.852-07:00busyWe're still smack dab in the middle of our move. It's hard to convince the boys to go back to the old house for yet another load when the swimmin' pool is calling their name.<div>My Grandpa got married a week and a half ago in Provo, (we left the day after we moved the big stuff in) it was AWESOME, we're super happy for him.</div><div>Lukey has been having a speech therapist at the house every week(Insurance won't cover it). He has an MRI scheduled for this Friday. We'll meet back with the neurologist after the MRI to go over the results of that and the blood tests. We've been put in contact with a pediatric neuropsychologist (the one and only in southern Nevada) who is supposed to be amazing. She doesn't take insurance (surprise) unless it's military. He turns 2 TOMORROW (oh crap, we have NOTHING planned for him), still not one word or sign. We do find it incredible, that although he had no words for us, his smile,personality, and love, leave US speechless in ways to describe the joy he brings us. </div><div>Tyson is loving life. For him there's not much better than the new pool and "Wall-E's Nemo" you know the little robot looking vacuum thing that cleans the bottom of the pool, Wall-E's Nemo, duh. </div><div>Jim and I are just trying to survive it all with a smile. Life is busy crazy but good. No, I don't have any pictures to post. Who knows where the camera is, "probably in that box over there..."</div><div><br /></div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-22984442290312101942009-04-13T13:33:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:54:04.467-07:00Happy Easter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkt12lzMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/E2LYYIYC1pE/s1600-h/DSC_0485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkt12lzMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/E2LYYIYC1pE/s400/DSC_0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324280291939175618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkDbZlpoI/AAAAAAAAAp4/b43mrK7rJ08/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkDbZlpoI/AAAAAAAAAp4/b43mrK7rJ08/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279563283703426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkDJd7yhI/AAAAAAAAApw/gKBCzzIaKFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOkDJd7yhI/AAAAAAAAApw/gKBCzzIaKFQ/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279558470093330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi2iCFciI/AAAAAAAAApo/rQl1Jqdq3PM/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi2iCFciI/AAAAAAAAApo/rQl1Jqdq3PM/s400/DSC_0495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278242214244898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi2IJWn2I/AAAAAAAAApg/jboAjWZSDZs/s1600-h/DSC_0494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi2IJWn2I/AAAAAAAAApg/jboAjWZSDZs/s400/DSC_0494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278235265408866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi13wbmPI/AAAAAAAAApY/1bV99AWGkEg/s1600-h/DSC_0491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi13wbmPI/AAAAAAAAApY/1bV99AWGkEg/s400/DSC_0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278230865910002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi1jcpn0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KecGH3TkQFg/s1600-h/DSC_0490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi1jcpn0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KecGH3TkQFg/s400/DSC_0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278225414233922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi1VFhwKI/AAAAAAAAApI/oq398mC3xuI/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOi1VFhwKI/AAAAAAAAApI/oq398mC3xuI/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278221559152802" /></a>Note to self: It is difficult to get little boys to hold still together for a picture in an of it self, next time to not try taking pictures after 3 hours of church and right in the middle of nap time. Poor Luke, he's so tired. (oh and B, I know you're wanting to know, my skirt was bright, hot, fushia pink and the boys had white shorts on :) Happy Easter! <div><br /></div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-87312293800058249192009-04-13T13:26:00.001-07:002009-04-13T13:28:57.190-07:00Lukey UpdateWe went to the neurologist last week. He has a few "theories" as to what's going on. He ordered some blood tests (which we did on thursday and were NOT fun) and an MRI. While we're waiting for the insurance to approve the MRI, we are trying to find an "affordable" speech pathologist. We fought and argued with the insurance company and they will not cover speech therapy. Dang. <div>Will update when we know something that is actually factual information.</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-88853905615218028422009-04-13T13:09:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:25:13.811-07:00Tyson turned 3!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-81Y5VI/AAAAAAAAApA/cljHKri4oZk/s1600-h/DSC_0452.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-81Y5VI/AAAAAAAAApA/cljHKri4oZk/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324271789777937746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-ki1o8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/aRmNzjTVLpY/s1600-h/DSC_0465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-ki1o8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/aRmNzjTVLpY/s400/DSC_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324271783257678786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-QLnqKI/AAAAAAAAAow/UaXt-kmCp-k/s1600-h/DSC_0469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc-QLnqKI/AAAAAAAAAow/UaXt-kmCp-k/s400/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324271777791584418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc9_DbUTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6QaRUZ4XqwY/s1600-h/DSC_0477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOc9_DbUTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6QaRUZ4XqwY/s400/DSC_0477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324271773193818418" /></a>I originally decided to not have a birthday party for Tyson, but a few days before his B-day I started feeling bad so I threw a "party" together last minute. He loves Wall-E so that was the idea behind the cake. He loved it until we lit the candles and was a little concerned why we were trying to burn Wall-E. I made the tracks/wheels out of frosted rice crispy treats, and the eyes were frosted twinkies. It was a fun little party! Oh, and can I just say it is SOOOOO WIERD that I have a 3 year old! Jim and I agree that it's been the best 3 years we've had!!!Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-20405972345384985502009-04-13T13:01:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:03:00.792-07:00Group Photo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOaa66JcKI/AAAAAAAAAog/tpHHzI46iAw/s1600-h/s732370061_6148218_7218607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCbLvEXXXZY/SeOaa66JcKI/AAAAAAAAAog/tpHHzI46iAw/s400/s732370061_6148218_7218607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324268971762479266" /></a><br />Brooke,<div>Here's the picture of us at Shalen's. Wish you were there!</div><div><br /></div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885718799127847530.post-92067258497941811762009-03-23T21:41:00.000-07:002009-03-23T21:53:33.533-07:00We're confused!We had Lucas' sedated ABR today and are thrilled and confused at the same time. We have had 2 ENT's, 1 Audiologist, 1 speech therapist, and 2 tests that have ALL said that Lucas has hearing loss. The test today said otherwise. Apparently he can hear normal conversation levels and some whispers. They are concerned about his ability for low level hearing so we will be continuing with the ENT's office with testing every 3 months starting next week. <div>All though this is FABULOUS news, it leaves us SO confused! The ENT suspects that although apparently he can hear what he needs to, he may have a problem processing what he hears. He explained it by saying that he may not be able to tell the difference between "noise" and what's "important" (i.e. words and speech sounds) and that everything he hears may sound like "noise". So what the freak does that mean?!?! We don't know. The next step is private speech therapy. Maybe they will have some answer's for us. We'll keep the updates coming as we get them. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers!</div>Pettin'Taleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07224212391237728823noreply@blogger.com4