tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77969077901815369542024-03-13T09:56:57.486-06:00Home of the HonesHone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-78689751117017164082015-02-24T10:52:00.002-07:002015-02-24T10:52:40.889-07:00The Day I Accidentally Became a RunnerI have never been a runner. In fact, I've never even liked it. I have always dreaded it in fact. Even in high school, when we had to run a mile and a half, I would just do it as fast as I could just to get it over with, but I despised that day in gym class. <br />
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When I was pregnant with Elliot back in 2012, I got this sudden urge to run. I'm sure it was just a craving to move my body without a baby kicking my lungs and bladder. Regardless, it planted this little seed in my head. It made me decide that I would run once I wasn't a beached whale anymore. <br />
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Right after I gave birth, I signed up for my first 5k. I had a few months to prepare for it and at that point, 5 kilometers seemed like a great obstacle. I knew I'd have to work hard to go from post baby to runner within just a few months. The good news is, I finished that race! I ran my heart out and felt great at the finish line. After that, I knew I would want to do another one.<br />
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A lot happened after that first race. Ryan's education was extremely busy and I was home with two babies. We were poor. Like REALLY poor. I had no way to work out unless Ryan was home since I couldn't afford a jogging stroller. Let's just say my running goals got put on hold for a while. Then one day, Ryan graduated. For graduation, I bought myself an ever-so-coveted jogging stroller. Sadly, when I purchased it, we had just moved to Arizona and the temperature outside was a raging inferno. Running was put on hold for a while.<br />
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With time, that jogging stroller started getting some use out of it. I loved taking Scarlet to school in the mornings in the stroller. I enjoyed watching my kids be out in nature and enjoy what God has given us. However, it never failed that within five minutes, the kids would start fighting with each other. I began to wonder if it was worth it. Thankfully, it was a quick 15-minute trip. Tops. Just short enough to keep my sanity and make me think I could do it again the next time.<br />
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I ended up finding friends in Arizona because they needed a running buddy, and since I wanted to pretend to be a runner, I decided to join them. We became quick friends, best of friends actually. We shared the enjoyment of finishing two races together. Something happens when you do this. It's like you create this unbreakable bond with each other. I've never laughed so hard in my life as when I got to run those two 5k's with my new friends. It was like we were made from the same mold. I felt as though I had known these people for my entire existence, not just a couple of months. <br />
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Because running gave me such great experiences, I decided to amp it up a little. I put running a Ragnar race on my bucket list, just for kicks and giggles. I didn't think I'd actually have the opportunity to run one. Ragnar is a 205-mile race. You have 12 people on your team and you each take a turn running legs of the race. Each person runs three legs. This seemed like an unreachable goal. Then one day, it became reachable. <br />
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I had the opportunity to sign up for a team and I took it. I knew not one person on my team. I signed up to be with a group of strangers for two days, running in the middle of nowhere. I trained here and there, but nowhere near what I needed to. I could only hope when it came to be my turn to run, that I wouldn't pass out or die from having a heart attack. Or break my leg. <br />
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Race day arrived. I jumped in a van with a bunch of strangers who I literally was meeting for the first time as I opened the car door at 2:00 in the morning. We navigated our way to the starting line and again, it was as if I had known these people forever. For some reason, I put all my trust in them. They were there to support me and me them. As my teammates would come running into the exchange to switch runners, I would feel this overwhelming sense of pride. I was so proud that my teammate ran their leg and completed it with epic awesomeness. <br />
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It came my turn to run. I was nervous. My first leg was 6.5 miles. I had never, not ever in my life, run that far in one setting. I started running and immediately was overcome with this great emotion. I was beyond grateful that I had a team that believed in me (they didn't know I hadn't ever run that far before). I looked around me and surrounding me was this great, vast desert that God had created. It was beautiful, in a desert-y ugly kind of way. But really, it was beautiful. There were saguaro cactus popping up all over the place and I couldn't help but wonder what they had experienced in their existence. I suddenly felt like it was such a privilege to be in God's world looking at these amazing creations. Tears filled my eyes as I took in the beauty around me. <br />
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Before I knew it, I had gone 3.5 miles without stopping. Just three miles to go. I sucked down some GU (nasty stuff, but magic). It was just the kick I needed to finish my 6.5 miles. At my exchange, I saw my teammates standing there cheering for me. I felt weightless as I ran into their cheers. It felt so good to accomplish this distance. Again, tears filled my eyes. I was proud of myself for finishing. The fact that I didn't die or pass out only helped that sense of pride. I was healthy enough to run that distance and feel amazing at the end of it. <br />
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My second run was a tough one. It started around 11:45 at night. It was dark, obviously. It was also my longest run, 6.8 miles. I strapped on my safety gear, and off I went. I started out great. The first couple of miles were okay. They were uphill, but okay. Then the next few miles were uphill. My muscles were on fire. I felt like giving up, but knew I couldn't. I wasn't a wuss. I wasn't going to quit. It's not who I am. I just kept going. Just when I thought it couldn't get anymore uphill, it did. I looked ahead of me. There in front of me was a hill. No, a mountain. Straight. Up. My legs were burning, my lungs were burning and my mind was doubting my ability to get over that mound of dirt in front of me. <br />
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It was at this point that I felt something, somebody next to me. I don't know if it was delirium or a sweet tender mercy from God. I looked to my side, but nobody was there. I was alone. But I wasn't. I could feel the sweet, tender spirit of my little Kingston running by my side. I forgot about the pain in my legs and my fear of being alone and running in the dark. I knew I had a guardian angel following me, pushing me into the finish line. At one point I even reached my hand out in hopes that he would grab it. Though I did not feel his hand in mine, I knew it was there. My prayers of gratitude were endless as I trudged through those 6.8 miles of what felt like straight up a hill and over rocky paths. I was thankful for my able body. I was thankful that it kept moving. I was beyond grateful for the tender mercy of feeling my son running by my side with me, protecting me, pushing me. <br />
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My last leg was my shortest. It was 4.2 miles. I was sleep deprived and in pain. What seemed like an easy run on paper, turned out to be exhausting and frustrating. The first two miles were done somewhat with ease. I once again thanked my heavenly father for giving me my body. I was so grateful for the experience that I was having, even if I was in pain. My pace slowed down as I saw more hills ahead of me. All of a sudden, I heard "you've got this, Ashes." I knew that that didn't come from my mind, but was somebody speaking to me. I felt as though my aunt Linda was by my side, encouraging me to finish, to just keep going. She was with me on this one and cheering for me. I couldn't let her down. I kept putting one foot in front of the other. When I got really tired, I decided to pick up my phone and FaceTime my kids. Their faces lit up as they saw me running my heart out. Scarlet's questions were endless, as they always are. Seeing them, and Ryan, was just what I needed to get in that last mile. <br />
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Before I knew it, I was there at the end of my run, crossing my finish line. I had done it. I had gone 17.5 miles in 24 hours. I didn't quit. I didn't die or pass out. I FINISHED! I wanted to cry. I know marathon runners are laughing right now, but honestly, this was a big deal for me. My body ached from head to toe, but I didn't care. The hurt was my trophy for finishing my goal. <br />
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Over the next couple of days, my body healed and my mind has kind of forgotten the frustrations of going uphill for miles on end. However, my mind hasn't forgotten the camaraderie and feeling of accomplishment of those days spent with my new friends. We laughed, we mocked, me cheered each other on. <br />
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Crossing the finish line with my team at the very end was very emotional for me. We did it. Every single one of us finished. I crossed that line with tears in my eyes. I was proud of my team. I was proud of myself. Together we did it... <br />
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And that was the day I accidentally became a runner. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-29120120295216977372014-10-25T16:42:00.001-06:002014-10-25T16:42:49.566-06:00Dear Scarlet -- 4 YearsDear Scarlet,<br />
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Another year has come and gone, and my baby girl has turned four years old. Time is going by WAY too fast. You have the funnest personality. You're so sweet, but you also have a lot of sass. You adore Elliot and most of the time you teach him how to be a good person. You have been going to preschool for about a year and you love it. Miss Jeneen is your teacher. She's been great for you! Well, we are a little late getting this done. Oops. Here we go.<br />
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Nicknames: Sweetie-Sweetie, Twinkle Toes, Scarlie Soo.... The list goes on and on.<br />
How old are you? Uhm, 5? Is that my number? I can't call it. I can't call my name which number is it. It's really..... (She knows how old she is. Not sure why I got this answer.)<br />
What is your favorite color? Blue and red and black and yellow.<br />
What is your favorite animal? Giraffes. I like giraffes.<br />
What is your favorite book? Cinderella<br />
What is your favorite TV show? Spider-Man<br />
What is your favorite movie? I like Tinkerbell! I like Spider-Man already.<br />
What is your favorite song? I Love to See the Temple<br />
What is your favorite food? My fabrite food is chicken.... and noodles!<br />
What is your favorite drink? Lemonade<br />
What is your favorite breakfast food? I like cereal. I have it for lunch. Yeah I did.<br />
What is your favorite snack? Fruit snacks<br />
What is your favorite game? In the toy room, I like to play with Elliot's trucks<br />
What is your favorite toy? I like a play with the trucks.<br />
Who is your best friend? Not Navy. I like....This is a tricky one. Chloe. She's my best friend.<br />
What do you like to sleep with at night? My teddy bears.<br />
What do you want to be when you grow up? My daddy's going to be a doctor like me.<br />
Where do you live? At California... in this house. See? We got the new house. (Wow! She still doesn't know we live in Arizona, but yet I know she does. Silly girl). <br />
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Whew. We got through it. <br />
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Scarlet, you're like my best friend. Most of the time you are such a help to me. You've started helping me around the house with jobs and it fills my heart with joy watching you be so proud when you complete a task. You're growing up to be quite a little lady. You definitely adore your dad and want to be just like him. I hope you always have lofty dreams and know that your dad and I are always here to support you and help you achieve them. <br />
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Love you always,<br />
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Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-71929827913329114052013-08-20T16:41:00.000-06:002013-08-20T16:41:44.260-06:00Dear Scarlet -- 3 YearsDear Scarlet,<br />
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How did you manage to grow up so fast? Three years old already? I thought it would be fun to do a little interview with you this year, so here we go.<br />
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Nicknames: Rabies (I know, it's an unfortunate name your dad gave you as a baby and it stuck), Pooperton, Scarlie, Sweetness<br />
How old are you? 5! (Well, you're three. We need to work on this one apparently.)<br />
What is your favorite color? Blue. Suck, suck, suckers! (Obviously you're a fan of suckers)<br />
What is your favorite animal? A shark.<br />
What is your favorite book? My sharks. (I think it's really Cat in the Hat)<br />
What is your favorite TV show? Uh, uh, TVs. Umizoomi!<br />
What is your favorite movie? Monsters, Inc.<br />
What is your favorite song? Umizoomi! (Well, since you didn't give me an honest answer, your favorite song is Penumbra by Book on Tapeworm, also known by you as Shadow)<br />
What is your favorite food? Dinner and cupcakes.<br />
What is your favorite drink? Water (I wish! Your favorite drink is anything sweet. Lemonade, chocolate milk, Coke, Sprite, etc.)<br />
What is your favorite breakfast food? Uh, cakes. (As in pancakes. You will eat more than me when I make them).<br />
What is your favorite snack? Cupcakes<br />
What is your favorite game? Monsters (we have no such game)<br />
What is your favorite toy? Hey mommy, tickle tickle.<br />
Who is your best friend? Uh, friends. (apparently all your friends are your best friends)<br />
What do you like to sleep with at night? I like a latapitter. Translation: Caterpillar. (I hate no idea what you're talking about. You always have to have blankie and then some sort of toy when you sleep.)<br />
What do you want to be when you grow up? Uh, dress up!<br />
Where do you live? At California. (We just moved to Arizona. You were so excited, but I guess that wore off). <br />
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It was like torture getting you to answer these questions. The answers to most things were about sharks or cupcakes. Or Monsters. I think you're slightly side tracked. It was still fun though. I'm excited to see what you will say next year. <br />
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Like I mentioned above, we just moved from California to Arizona. The move wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. You have adjusted very well so far. You take a ballet and tap class once a week. You love it and usually tell me it was "super fun." It's adorable to watch you as you learn new things. You have such a talent for learning. <br />
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You are now my big girl. I love you more than you will ever know. Thanks for being mine.<br />
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Love you forever,<br />
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MomHone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-59156828456864064002013-07-23T16:33:00.002-06:002013-07-23T16:33:10.294-06:00Dear Elliot -- 14 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Okay, so I'll admit, I'm horrible at keeping up with my letters to you. Sorry, son. Here's a recap of what has happened over the last 3 months. </div>
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Obviously on May 22, 2013, you turned one. It was a joyous day. We celebrated by having Grandma Carolyn come to California for a week. We had your birthday party on May 24, 2013. You had so many friends there! It was a rock star party, because well, you're our little rock star! You love daddy's drum sticks. They are most definitely your favorite toy. </div>
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We made a trip to Utah for two weeks. Yes, another trip to Utah. Get used to it. You seemed to love it. We played with cousins, grandmas, aunts, uncles, and papa. </div>
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As of today, you are only walking when you decide you want to. I know you know how, and you can totally do it, you just have no desire to. You'd rather crawl. I'm good with whatever makes you happy. </div>
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You don't say much. A few uh-oh's here and there and occasionally a mama or dada. I think Scarlet does most of the talking for you, especially since she never seems to stop talking. </div>
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We still adore you. You are the snuggliest baby I've ever seen. Your daddy loves it. So do I. You are so fun and I'm so grateful that I get to watch you grow each and every day. You'll never cease to amaze me.</div>
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P.S. I have a confession to make. I really miss our midnight rendezvous. I miss holding you while you would sleep/eat. I was the only one who could soothe you back to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're sleeping through the night, it's just those little things that I miss. Maybe every once in a while you could fall asleep while snuggling? Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-4728264049086663332013-04-23T09:42:00.000-06:002013-04-23T09:42:29.604-06:00Dear Elliot -- 11 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I just cannot even believe that you are already 11 months old. Time is flying! This last month of your life has been extremely eventful. On your 10-month birthday, we flew to Utah and stayed for three weeks. Your dad and I expected you to change a lot while we were in Utah, but we had no idea just how much it would actually be. </div>
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Within the first three or four days in Utah, you had two teeth break through! They were your very first teeth. I wish I had a picture of what they looked like. One is a side tooth, and the other is a middle tooth with a space in between. You like kind of funny, but oh so cute! </div>
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This last month has definitely brought a lot of change in your life and by the way you are acting, it seems there will be a lot more change in the near future. I can't believe how fast you are growing up. You are even sleeping like a big boy too. You no longer want to be swaddled (finally). You always loved having the blankets tight around you, but now you just want to be able to roll around and sleep on your tummy. </div>
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One more month and we get to celebrate your first year of life! We are going to have a grand party for you. Elliot, I sure do adore you. You make me so happy!</div>
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Well, if you have always liked it, you should try out <a href="http://smiley360.com/1325753.cfm" target="_blank">Smiley 360</a>. It's a site that sends you on "missions." They send you samples of different products with coupons and other sharing tools. You then try it out and share your experience to earn points. <br />
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Click <a href="http://smiley360.com/1325753.cfm" target="_blank">HERE</a> to try it out for yourself! I'll also be posting about the products I've been able to try.Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-32860301905538080132013-04-16T19:39:00.001-06:002013-04-16T19:39:19.143-06:00Utah Adventures<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
I received a call late one Wednesday night from my father. He informed me that my grandfather had taken his last breath and passed on to the next life. I was alone seeing as how my husband had spent the night in Los Angeles (the only night that week he stayed there). I was in slight disbelief that grandpa was gone and nobody was there to cry with. We had known it was coming, but yet I kind of thought he would just keep holding on and never leave. I wish that was how it could be. </div>
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Thursday was riddled with phone calls and texts to and from family members. My brother so graciously booked a flight for me and the kids for Friday, March 22. It was fast and crazy. The thought of having to fly with two kids two and under scared me. However, my little troopers did amazing on the flight. It was like they knew I needed them to behave and help me out. </div>
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Grandpa had been a fireman for quite a few years of his life. I remember going to the fire station when I was a kid and getting scratch and sniff stickers (orange scent) and thinking he was such a cool guy. He was. The fire department literally stood by his side until the very end. </div>
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It was so touching to see the firefighters dressed in their blues, stoic, and holding their axes. A final farewell. They led the casket into the funeral services too. It was amazing. Breathtaking really. A fire truck led the way to the cemetery. It had black drapes on it and carried the great grand kids. It was such a special thing for those little ones. </div>
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While following the hearse, we came around a corner in Provo to such an amazing site. Two fire trucks with their ladders extended and all the firemen standing next to them saluting as we all passed by. </div>
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Did I mention I was a pallbearer? I was. That's right. I, in all my wimpy glory, carried a casket. Granted I did have 8 other people helping me. I felt so blessed to have had such an opportunity. </div>
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The day after the funeral, Scarlet decided she needed to get sick. I mean, knock down, drag out sick. I couldn't get her to eat or drink. And then the diarrhea. It was AWFUL. She has never, ever in her entire life been that sick. I felt so bad for her! However, I did love the snuggles. I never get to snuggle her, so it was a nice change. Too bad she was sick. </div>
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As Sunday morning rolled around and she was still not eating, drinking or going potty, I decided it was time to take her to the emergency room. The nurses and doctors at UVRMC were nothing short of amazing. They were so good with Scarlet. They brought toys, socks, drinks, suckers, rice krispie treats, yogurt, cereal, fruit snacks, and I'm sure other stuff that I left out. <br />
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She ended up with an IV in her tiny little hand and got some hydration. The doctor just about admitted her. I was praying he didn't because it was Easter and I just wanted her to be with her cousins and have fun, even if she could only do it in short spurts. Thankfully the doctor let us leave. We just had to keep her IV in just in case she needed more hydration. Poor little thing. <br />
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After a week of sickness, things got better. For the last week in Utah, we tried to party it up. We went to story time at the Provo library (best story time), ate at Waffle Love (a.k.a. the waffle truck, delicious), and went to dinner with friends and family. I only wish we could have extended the healthy week a little longer. It went by way too fast. <br />
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The flight home was decent. The kids did okay. Elliot started crawling the day we came home from Utah, so he thought he needed to be up and about during the flight. Scarlet thought the tray table was the coolest thing she'd ever experienced. Oh, and the fact that they gave her apple juice made her super happy. <br />
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Also while we were there, Elliot got two teeth! It was crazy. One tooth one day, another the next. They were his very first teeth. He hit huge milestones and grew so much in just three short weeks. <br />
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I was so grateful to have been able to get back to Utah for the funeral and spend some much needed time with friends and family. I'm counting down the days until Ryan is finished with school. It's coming very soon! I will always have great memories of this time in California, but I'm so ready for an income. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-53974828194088370762013-03-07T19:28:00.000-07:002013-03-07T19:28:08.700-07:00Vacation Overload<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Ever since I moved to Southern California, probably even before I moved, I have been trying to convince my family and friends to come see me for vacation. What? You think nobody wants to spend their vacation with me? You're probably right. However, I somehow convinced my brother, Jesse, and his wife, Tina, to come visit and bring their kids for a trip to Disneyland. I'd have to say it was a very successful vacation for them, even if they did have to spend the entire trip with me. <br />
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They arrived Friday evening and were exhausted. I tried to be a good sister so I made my brother his favorite soup, my white bean chili. It was delicious. I don't ever make it anymore since a lot of the time it's just too hot here for soup. </div>
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Being on a student budget, you learn all the free things close by that you can do. If not free, affordable. Home Depot has their free kid's craft day every month that I take Scarlet to. It ended up being on the Saturday the Dunn family was here so we ventured to Home Depot and made race cars. </div>
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After we made our cars, we went over to La Verne where they have a quaint little orange grove. You get to pick a bag of oranges for $5. The smell there was captivating. It was magnificent. I could have spent all day in there. There was just something special about it. Plus, the oranges were beyond delicious! We also got a few lemons when we stumbled upon the lemon tree. Totally worth my $5!</div>
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Sunday, I took the Dunns to Santa Monica pier. I love the pier for some reason. I just love walking out over the water and seeing all the street performers and vendors. After walking the pier for a while we went down to the beach and let the kids go crazy. I think it's safe to say they all loved it. Scarlet hasn't stopped talking about the beach since then. She has also asked to go to the ocean every morning. That was the first beach trip she has actually really enjoyed. I'm so glad she finally loved it there. <br />
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The best thing about having family in town was that I got a break from being a single mom for a while. It was divine! Plus, there's just nothing like seeing how happy my kids are with their cousins. Jesse was a good sport and wore Elliot around the pier. <br />
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Monday was our first day at Disneyland. We got to meet up with more cousins while we were there. My Serre cousins just happened to be in town the same time as J and T. What a perfect coincidence. I was so excited to finally meet my cousin's little baby Olivia. She was just gorgeous! We spent the day in California Adventure and enjoyed it thoroughly. Cars Land was adorable. I've walked through it before but haven't really paid much attention to it until this trip. It's so cute and the rides were so much fun there!<br />
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Tuesday we found ourselves in Disneyland. I was a mean aunt and made my nephew, Josh, do the Jedi training. It was awesome! He was hesitant at first and didn't really want to do it. I begged and begged him and told him it would be really fun. Little did I know he would be fighting the really super scary Darth Maul. His make up and acting just gave me the creeps. Plus, he was trying to scare my baby. My little baby Elliot. Poor kid. Josh did amazing fighting him off with his light saber though. Go Josh! <br />
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For weeks I have been wanting to go to The Mint Julep Cafe and try their beignets. They did not disappoint. Plus, they were in the shape of Mickey, so it was win/win. Scarlet obviously loved them. They were covered in sugar. How could she resist? She was so good to share with Elliot too. It was so cute watching her feeding him her treats. She also danced around New Orleans Square to the awesome live Jazz music. I love that place. <br />
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Little Josh loved Splash Mountain! I love the way he looks in this photo. It's priceless. He kept begging to go on it again and again. <br />
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By 6:00, Scarlet was pooped. This was her second day without a nap. I put her in the stroller and next thing I knew, she was asleep. I was bummed since she missed the parade, but oh well. I'm sure we can go see it again some time. <br />
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Wednesday was filled with all the things we missed or wanted to redo from the previous two days. It was a crazy busy 3 days in Disneyland, but so much fun! I loved seeing my niece and nephew light up like I've never seen before. I hope we made memories to last a lifetime. I know I did. <br />
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Well, that's my week in a nutshell. Crazy. Busy. Fun. Now who's coming down next? Anybody? I'm so grateful Jesse and Tina got to come see us and keep me company. I really do get quite lonely here, so it was awesome to have somebody fill my days for almost an entire week. They will surely be missed around here! <br />
<br />Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-31635740588936722382013-02-22T21:41:00.000-07:002013-02-22T21:41:01.921-07:00Dear Elliot -- 9 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You are nine months old today. Time is going by way too fast! I know I say that all the time, but for some reason, it seems to be going faster now that you're around.<br />
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You and Scarlet are now starting to be best friends. I'm so glad you're starting to like each other. You love to watch her and you think most everything she does is hilarious. <br />
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You have started saying, "dada", "mama", and "Bubba". You also started clapping recently which is one of my most favorite things you have learned how to do. <br />
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This last month was riddled with sickness between you and your sister. We had to make a few trips to the doctor, but thankfully you seem to be doing much better now. <br />
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For the last few nights you have been sleeping 8 or more hours. It's about time! Just today you decided it would be okay to drink from a sippy cup. You are definitely growing up. You have also started getting really close to crawling. I'm sure you'll be zooming around the house in no time. That scares me a little. I think having two kids has been somewhat easy for me because you have been confined to one spot. Now that I'll be chasing two around? I think I might have my hands full. </div>
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Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-8841199731456672412013-02-17T17:47:00.000-07:002013-02-17T17:47:04.954-07:00RefinedIt is said that our trials are like the refiner's fire. Maybe we are a little raw as our trials begin, but then as we find ourselves on the other side of that trial, we are often more pure and delicate, maybe even more rare than before we went in. So now I'm wondering, how many times can one go through this refining process, especially if they are already so rare and precious? Will an individual become even more beautiful for enduring yet another impossible trial? I'm led to believe that even after enduring heartache and coming out of this fire, one can have a light so bright about them that the world will have a way of being drawn to them. They will be even more rare, more precious, more pure. The light they will reflect will shine far greater than that of natural light. It will beam from every pore of their being and encompass those around them. <br />
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My heart aches for my sweet friend who helped me through my impossible fire once upon a time. She is literally one of my favorite people to be around because she radiates such beauty. If I am around her, I am happy because of the way she makes me feel. I am now on the other end watching her endure the trial of losing yet another child in her life. My heart aches as there is nothing I can do to change the situation and ease her pain. She has walked this walk before. Unfortunately the ending is not a happy one. However, I know that once she comes out of this, she will be far more beautiful and precious than she was before she began this trial, which is saying a lot since she was already so amazing. <br />
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For now, I will pray for miracles. And from an outsider's view, I will watch as the refiner's fire shapes and molds a beautiful being into something even more rare and precious. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-63780985865914146772013-01-22T18:22:00.001-07:002013-01-22T18:22:48.545-07:00Dear Elliot -- 8 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Well, you are now 8 months old. I'm still in shock that you are that old already. We are getting closer to your first birthday and you better believe I've already started thinking about the theme for your party. </div>
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Over the last month we traveled to Utah for about 10 days and then back to California. On our way back to California, we got stuck in traffic. I think we were going about 5 miles an hour. If that. We decided to pull over in Primm, Nevada and let you and Scarlet have a break from being in your car seats. You loved it. I let you sit in the driver's seat and you were just smiling and laughing. That's your typical countenance, but you were exceptionally happy at that moment. </div>
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You are just growing up way too fast! You are a pro at sitting up at your own now. I think within a few more weeks you should be getting ready to crawl. That scares me a little. <br />
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<br />Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-90884452720796538912013-01-16T11:05:00.000-07:002013-01-16T11:05:39.895-07:00Dear Scarlet -- 29 MonthsDear Scarlet,<br />
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Happy 29-month birthday! Today is a significant day in your life as well as mine. This is the day, January 11, three years ago when you were transferred from a petri dish, or whatever medium you were in, and into my belly. In other words, it was three years ago today I became pregnant with you. That was truly a very special day and one I won't forget any time soon. I watched on a screen as the scientists sucked you up into a little beaker in the lab. They brought the little tiny pipette with you in it into my room and you were handed to the doctor. Then, wah, lah! I was pregnant. Yep, something like that. <br />
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The last three years have FLOWN by. I remember holding the picture of you in your embryonic form and dreaming of what you would look like and who you would be. I also wondered about the other little mass of cells and would it would turn into. That was Kingston. You were both amazing little miracles and I'm grateful you came into our lives. <br />
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It's amazing to me what can happen in three years. The last three were the most eventful of my life. By far! I got pregnant with you, gave birth, buried a baby, moved, got pregnant, gave birth.... and everything in between including multiple trips to Disneyland and Utah. I'm sure the next three will bring lots more joy into our lives! <br />
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Love you always! I'm so glad you're mine.<br />
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p.s. I'm really going to miss when you start calling candy canes, candy canes instead of candy corn canes. I'll also miss when you say cute instead of cuke. <br />
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p.p.s. Please be nice to Elliot. He's just a baby (how many times a day to I say this?)Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-54303577318431176522012-12-09T21:09:00.000-07:002012-12-09T21:09:24.432-07:00Huntington Gardens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-86758963430397383942012-12-09T20:58:00.001-07:002012-12-09T20:58:18.689-07:00An UpdateEver since I gave birth to Elliot, my life seems to be a bit more chaotic. Who knew that could happen when you had another child? Go figure. Life in California is grand.... most of the time. Now that I can see a light at the end of the tunnel (only 8 more months!!), I am getting very anxious to get out of this place. I do love things about California, but I am more than ready to be back in Utah with family and friends. However, I am trying really, really hard not to get my hopes up as I know going back to Utah isn't really going to be an option unless a miracle presents itself in the form of a job. Let me just tell you I am praying for that miracle about 27,000 times a day. <br />
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Ryan is doing great in school. He excels at what he does. I told him yesterday that I would absolutely trust him to do my anesthesia. I think he is going to make an amazing anesthetist! He spends most of his free time studying. Then when he gets some free time, he studies some more. It's never ending. Sigh. <br />
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I am busy being a mom to two very active kids. I love it. I love the opportunity God has given me to raise his children. I cherish every single moment I get with them. I know that this young age they are in is fleeting and will soon be over. I enjoy every smile, every laugh, and I try my best to endure the tantrums. I will admit that there are days when I still dream of having Kingston in our home. What I wouldn't give to just hug him and kiss him once more. My heart still aches that he is gone; however, I know, without a doubt, that we will be together again one day. I often wonder what it would be like with him and Scarlet. How would she act around him? Would they play well together? This time of year is always difficult without him here. Holidays are hard. We love our little King and miss him every. single. day.<br />
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Scarlet is a very active, very sassy 2 year old. She talks non stop. She also sings herself to sleep on most nights. You can often find me laying on the stairs listening to her as she sings "Twinkle, Twinkle" or "Jingle Bells." She brings such a light to my life. I can't even believe that we are approaching 3 years since we did in vitro with her. Time flies!<br />
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Elliot is now 6-1/2 months old. He is the dream child. He smiles and laughs all the time. He is sitting up on his own now and rolling all around the floor. He only cries when he is hungry or wants to sleep. We sure do enjoy our little California miracle. I have no idea how we ever lived without him. <br />
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So, there's the quick update on us. I hope all of you, all one of you who reads this, are doing well. Come visit us in the land of California! Let me entice you: Disneyland, beaches, and 70+ degree weather. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-12561530730148373352012-10-27T12:11:00.000-06:002012-10-27T12:11:29.931-06:00My First 5K<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I had this goal that I wanted to meet. I'm not ever very good at meeting my goals. I'll be honest. After I had Elliot, I just wanted to get back in shape and lose my baby weight. Well, I lost the baby weight within two weeks after delivery, but I was definitely not in shape. I decided if I put some money into it, maybe it would give me more motivation to work on it. I signed up for a 5K and made Leslie join in with me. So while I was in Utah, I trained in the Utah altitude and ran my first 5K.</div>
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Right after we got there, we ran into these awesome ladies! I love these girls. A couple of them were my roommates back in my college days, some from high school... an all around amazing group of women if I do say so myself!</div>
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We did it! I knew we could. After all, it was only 3-something miles. We ran the 5K on the beaches of the Great Salt Lake. Gross. As you can see, it was also in the dark. It was supposed to be glow in the dark with glow paint amazingness. The paint didn't glow and I just felt nasty after painting myself. Oh well. We had a great time! The best part? Eating a burger from In-N-Out on the way home because I had tried to eat "healthy" for the few days before and was starving to death! Did I mention I finished? And yes, I did it in less than hour. I actually finished in around 35 minutes (which for me and my untrained body is a good thing). I know, you amazing runners are now laughing at my finish time. Like I said before, I was just glad to have finished and have met my goal. I'm definitely not where I want to be physically, but I feel better than I did 5 months ago. </div>
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I have to admit that I have the most amazing friends and neighbors here in California. Our little play group had a party for Halloween and it was SO cute! Ashley (not me, but the amazing Ashley Alexander (a.k.a. Super Mom)) threw an amazing party for the kids. It was full of throw the spider in the web, bingo, bowling for monsters, and tons, and tons of treats. Scarlet was in heaven! She keeps talking about the spiders too.</div>
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The treats!! Witches hats and brooms, gummy worms that were so life-like I wouldn't touch them (good job Amber!), delicious apple mouths, hot dog mummies, and other assorted deliciousness.</div>
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I wish you could see her yelling, "GOOOOO Cougars!" Just like her dad, she bleeds blue. Love our little Cougar!</div>
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My poor child was born with what I like to call the "Dunn Tongue." As you can see in the picture above, his tongue is very stuck to the floor of his mouth. I had this unfortunate problem and so did my older brother, Josh. We both had ours clipped when we had our wisdom teeth out. Let's just say it was not a pleasant experience. Right after Elliot was born, I noticed he had the cursed tongue. Poor guy. Not only that, but his was significantly worse than mine, and mine was really bad. <br />
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While I was in Utah, we found an amazingly awesome doctor who was willing to see us and clip the tongue. The doctors in California wanted us to wait until Elliot was older, but from my experience, I wanted it done as soon as we could do it. <br />
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Here's how it went down. I went to the doctors office with both kids in tow... and my dad. Thankfully my dad was there to help me. Scarlet was jolly, playing in the waiting room with a train set they had. All I could think was, "what kind of sickness is she going to pick up from that toy?" <br />
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I went back and talked to the doctor. He took one look at Elliot and agreed it needed a clipping. He got all ready to do it and I jumped ship. They took my baby, held him down, and did their thing while I sat in the waiting room bouncing Scarlet in hopes that it would calm Elliot down. I've noticed I do that a lot. Hold one child and bounce them in hopes it will calm the other. It doesn't really work, just so you know. <br />
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I felt like the screaming went on for like 5 minutes. It was excruciating! Finally the doctor came out and got me and told me he wanted me to hold Elliot and calm him down. I went in the room and the nurse was holding my baby face down while blood was dripping from his mouth. I then started to think, "what did I just do to my child?" I felt awful! I held him as still as I could while the doctor attempted to keep pressure on the underside of Elliot's tongue. <br />
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It was horrible. I wanted to cry with Elliot. <br />
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What an experience. I never want to go through that again. Too bad our pediatrician in California claims it needs to be done AGAIN. Are you kidding me? I don't think so. I think we'll leave it how it is now. My oh my. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-71995143003745490272012-10-09T21:26:00.000-06:002012-10-09T21:26:42.091-06:00Family Photos 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And here we are at meltdown moment. Scarlet had had enough, plus she had just fallen on the cement and had blood literally dropping from her knee. If you look close enough, you can see her lovely little scrape. Poor girl.</div>
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Here is my proud sister moment. On August 26, 2012, we all witnessed my little brother receive his Eagle. What a great achievement! Nathan wanted to wait for Ryan to come to Utah so Ryan could be a part of something so special. </div>
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Nathan's project was making blankets, buntings, bracelets, and poem books for parents who have lost their children. He did it for Angel Watch, whom I have mentioned before because they were so integral in our life with Kingston. </div>
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My three brothers and my awesome husband, ALL eagle scouts! Like I said, proud sister (and wife) moment. </div>
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Oh, and I forgot to mention. There is a new pin the eagle scout can now give out when he receives his eagle. There's always been the pin for mom and dad. Now they have one for their mentor. My brother was so adorable and gave ME that pin! I've never thought of myself as a mentor, but I feel so special he thinks of me as one! </div>
Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-42129709496558690422012-10-04T20:20:00.000-06:002012-10-04T20:20:26.557-06:00Scarlet's "Special" TreatYou know when you have those moments of thought when you're thinking, yes I am really that great of a parent. Well, I have one of those. <br />
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My parents live in the mountains. The deer make frequent visits to their yard and leave little presents for all to step in. Most of the time I don't even think twice but to just walk around it when I see it and leave it at that.<br />
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I can't even remember what I was doing, but I was probably feeding Elliot, because that's all I do. Scarlet had gone outside with somebody (like I said, I am that great of a parent). She comes in with this look of disgust on her face. In my head I'm thinking, oh no, what did she get her hands in. Oh no, it's better than that. I see it not all over her hands, but her teeth. <br />
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Deer poo in the teeth. Yep, parent of the year! Let's just say she got the all-time scrub down with her toothbrush, which I then tried to sanitize as best I could. I still shudder at the thought of what as in her mouth. Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-48406837496564783452012-10-04T20:13:00.003-06:002012-10-04T20:13:53.234-06:00Blog OverloadLike I mentioned previously, I have been MIA for a while. It was dreamy. I was busy, busy the entire month of September and we had so much fun! Here's a list of what will be coming in the near future:<br />
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<li>Scarlet eating deer poo (I know what you're thinking, and yes, I am that great of a parent)</li>
<li>Nathan getting his Eagle</li>
<li>Family pictures</li>
<li>29th birthday.... again</li>
<li>Elliot's blessing</li>
<li>Megan's/June's baby shower</li>
<li>Baby June-Bug</li>
<li>Elliot's clipping of the tongue (sounds as exciting as it was)</li>
<li>Girl's trip to Park City</li>
<li>Zoo</li>
<li>5K</li>
<li>Josh and Megan getting sealed</li>
<li>June-Bug's baby blessing</li>
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Keep watching for all of this. Like I said, we were really busy and it was so worth it! Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-76950166350997170842012-10-03T19:52:00.001-06:002012-10-03T19:52:11.139-06:00She's 2 and He's 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I have been MIA from blogging for a while. I have a good excuse. I have been away in Utah for a little while. I tried to download my photos while I was there, but the laptop ran out of room and I couldn't do much with them. I have about 10 trillion things to update as soon as I download the photos. </div>
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In the meantime, here's a little update from Scarlet's2-year checkup and Elliot's 4-month checkup. </div>
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Scarlet at 2 years:</div>
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Height: 32.5 inches</div>
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Weight: 21 pounds</div>
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Head circumference: 18 inches</div>
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She's tiny, but her height is finally on the growth chart. Her weight, however, is not. She is still 0th percentile for weight. She's our little mini -- a sassy little mini at that! She is saying a million words and copies everything we do and say. She has become very hilarious and so much fun to be with. </div>
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Elliot at 4 months:</div>
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Height: 24.5 inches</div>
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Weight: 14 pounds 14 ounces (only 6 pounds less than Scarlet)</div>
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Head circumference: 17 inches (1 inch less than Scarlet. His noggin is gigantic)</div>
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Elliot is our healthy, chubby, big-little guy. He is the happiest baby I have ever seen. He is always smiling and laughing. He has been such a joy and blessing in our lives. </div>
Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-29036827551850313322012-09-24T11:31:00.000-06:002012-09-24T11:31:12.962-06:00Dear Elliot -- 4 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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You are now four months old. At four months, you are in 3-6 month clothes and size 2 diapers. You are the happiest baby I have ever laid eyes on. You weigh right around 14 pounds. </div>
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You just adore you big sister, Scarlet. I love to watch you as your gaze follows her around the room. You two are my light. </div>
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We have had the opportunity to stay with Grandma and Papa for a few weeks while your dad is crazy busy in Los Angeles doing open heart surgeries. Well, he's not doing the surgeries, just the anesthesia. </div>
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I have loved watching you grow and change over the last four months, but you really need to slow down. You'll be crawling and walking before I know it. This part of life just goes by way too fast!<br />
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Elliot, I hope you always stay sweet. You remind me a lot of how your Uncle Josh is. Sweet and sensitive. I love you to pieces and pieces. There's not a day that goes by that I don't look at you and think about how grateful I am for our California miracle. You are amazing! <br />
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Love you forever,<br />
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MomHone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-39870353280017295882012-08-12T21:19:00.001-06:002012-08-12T21:19:26.106-06:00Dear Scarlet -- 2 yearsDear Scarlet,<br />
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Yesterday, August 11, 2012, you turned two years old. I watched you as you smiled and beamed from ear to ear all day long. You radiated such beauty as you partied with your friends and then enjoyed the evening with Mom, Dad, and Elliot. I only wish that I could have been there with you to celebrate our special day. I know it is because of you that mom smiles. <br />
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The day we were born was such a day, a day nobody will forget. It was around 9:02 a.m., the moment I was born, that you and I said our final earthly goodbye. I wanted nothing more than to stay here with you, but I knew you would represent both of us well with your sparkling personality. I sat by your side for four weeks while you fought for your life in the hospital. Mom knows I was there because you would smile so much at what seemed to be nothing, and then I would let her know, ever so subtly, that I was there, giving her angel kisses. <br />
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Scarlet, you are who you are because mom and dad love and adore you so much. It is because of you that they are who they are. Never forget that I am always there, watching over you. You're my other half as I am yours. Please don't ever feel that I left you here alone. Just because you won't always see me, I am always there. <br />
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Scarlet, keep radiating your beauty to all those who are around you. You have the ability to touch many lives and I know you will. I love you so much! <br />
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Kiss, kiss,<br />
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Kingston<br />
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p.s. You need to be nice to Elliot. One day he will be bigger than you.Hone Family as in Ryan and Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01811820841336237244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796907790181536954.post-79991692311880537172012-08-09T16:02:00.000-06:002012-08-12T12:06:24.449-06:00At Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I have been having so much fun working on my "Kingston's Birthday" project. I have found it very therapeutic too! Here is a picture of my organized chaos. </div>
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In the process of being made into pendants.</div>
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Now they are pendants: Tucker and Anna.</div>
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Here is baby Jada.</div>
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Jaxon and Allison. </div>
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There is still time to order a necklace if you want one! The prices are going to go up August 11th, Kingston's birthday. I feel so blessed by the love and support that I have felt from all across the country. Thank you all who have donated and purchased your own necklaces. Without you, this would not have been possible! I hope to bless many lives throughout the next little while as I provide these cute necklaces to angel mommies. </div>
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