<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505</id><updated>2012-01-21T10:04:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bartholomew Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-1230451307516156738</id><published>2011-06-22T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:09:23.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh summer, it's nice to see you again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY, the weather in Logan has warmed up. I get awfully crabby in the Winter, especially when it lasts way longer then it should. But then again that is Utah, so unpredictable. I hope maybe someday that Jordan and I can move back East. I miss it terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Logan, Jordan, Kyra and I moved back to Logan almost two months ago. We are loving it! Although Logan is a good thirty minutes from the I-15, we at least have&amp;nbsp;a Walmart in town (which Tremonton&amp;nbsp;did not). I am closer to a few friends and Jordan is mintues from his job! Soon Jordan's brother and his family will be moving over too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, my Mom and sister Brooke flew into town. Another sister of mine, Hope graduated from Pleasant Grove High School! It was nice to spend time with them. Jordan was actually in Lake Powell with his Dad and brother, so it was a girlie week! All 5 of us girls packed into a car, trolling all over Utah! Kyra got to go swimming for the first time, at the pool in the hotel we were staying at,&amp;nbsp;and she loved it! She also did fairly well in the car, which we were in for most of the week. I had to give her a few days not in the carseat for her to&amp;nbsp;forget about&amp;nbsp;the long hours she spent in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFmN0QYMoAM/TgJZxCfrN6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/SBhq-OL7bA8/s1600/swim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFmN0QYMoAM/TgJZxCfrN6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/SBhq-OL7bA8/s320/swim.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UluISCsxa10/TgJTr0E4p2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/XR2w7SA_NK8/s1600/3gener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UluISCsxa10/TgJTr0E4p2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/XR2w7SA_NK8/s320/3gener.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL5S6U-jpSo/TgJTuiVzRtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NNp6vluR-QA/s1600/sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL5S6U-jpSo/TgJTuiVzRtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NNp6vluR-QA/s320/sisters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;It was Jordan's 1st Father's Day this past Sunday. We didn't do anything too special. He actually had to work most of the day. Once he got home, Kyra and I&amp;nbsp;gave&amp;nbsp;him a couple of presents and then we had a BBQ with his Dad and&amp;nbsp;brother (and his family!). It was a good day! Good weather, good food, and good company. Now we want to have a BBQ every night! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjULcyQc9xU/TgJXhflCq_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/HZmIMM345Gk/s1600/fathers+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="62" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjULcyQc9xU/TgJXhflCq_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/HZmIMM345Gk/s320/fathers+day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKNSb1SnaI4/TgJXkjLsxiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/axu4HRdxBts/s1600/fd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKNSb1SnaI4/TgJXkjLsxiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/axu4HRdxBts/s320/fd.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p88Gt_HatI/TgJXmBVbP1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Sd5wpL5mZGY/s1600/fdcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p88Gt_HatI/TgJXmBVbP1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Sd5wpL5mZGY/s200/fdcake.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate to say it, when Kyra is only just about to turn one, that I am getting baby hungry again. (I'm sure Jordan would love to hear this! : ) not.) My brother and sister-in-law just&amp;nbsp;added another baby to their family: Olive May born on May 21st! And&amp;nbsp;my sister-in law and her husband&amp;nbsp;had their 2nd boy: Brody Spencer on June 18th! Maybe just cuddling my new neice and nephew will buy Jordan a few more&amp;nbsp;months before I bring up the "b" word! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcNLQr4DFsU/TgJPPtC_h6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/tdM_zxys8Yo/s1600/olive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcNLQr4DFsU/TgJPPtC_h6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/tdM_zxys8Yo/s320/olive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbnqygGuBIg/TgJPRCG4GnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9w3rmFzoze0/s1600/brody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbnqygGuBIg/TgJPRCG4GnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9w3rmFzoze0/s320/brody.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I started a new endeavor and signed up to be a consultant to sell Scentsy. For those of you who don't know what Scentsy is, they are a wickless candle that you burn in a warmer. Most everywhere sells them now a days, but Scentsy is the brand that started them. Check out my website if you are interested in what we do! rbartholomew.scentsy.us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p04whUjXr4/TgJPfScQoKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ItShAt9P5Xs/s1600/scentsy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p04whUjXr4/TgJPfScQoKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ItShAt9P5Xs/s200/scentsy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Bring on the summer! Fairs and fireworks, pies and hamburgers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And sun, oh yes, the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKrcnbNp1zw/TgJTvfPBicI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XhhNeZIIjrA/s1600/Family1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKrcnbNp1zw/TgJTvfPBicI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XhhNeZIIjrA/s320/Family1.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-1230451307516156738?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/1230451307516156738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-summer-its-nice-to-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/1230451307516156738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/1230451307516156738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-summer-its-nice-to-see-you-again.html' title='oh summer, it&apos;s nice to see you again'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFmN0QYMoAM/TgJZxCfrN6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/SBhq-OL7bA8/s72-c/swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-5448064391925298177</id><published>2011-03-26T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:33:28.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a mountian to climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh life. I usually find my life pretty boring. Contently boring. Sometimes we hear of stories and just thank heavens that it wasn't you or someone you know. Or think, 'how tragic-how could that have possibly happened?' I do believe things happen for a reason, although&amp;nbsp;we might not be able to understand the purpose at that exact moment in time. My husband lost his younger brother last month, in a fatal car accident. He was only 20 years old. It's hard to understand why someone so young would get taken so early on. I am grateful for the teachings of the church that have helped calm those of us who are mourning this great loss. Instead of thinking that we will never see him again, we&amp;nbsp;can look forward to the day that we will!&amp;nbsp;He will&amp;nbsp;be greatly missed, until we meet again. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Spencer Henry Bartholomew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5.22.90-2.12.11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8x6WE55Of5Q/TY1_4M0-u7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/M3H9ZXA3w6Y/s1600/Spenc.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8x6WE55Of5Q/TY1_4M0-u7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/M3H9ZXA3w6Y/s320/Spenc.bmp" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a different note and back to the contently boring life, Kyra is growing way too fast! :) She will be nine months next month and it seems like I just barely brought her home from the hospital last week! But I have a feeling that I will feel that way her whole life! She has her first tooth coming in. She is a much happier child than she was probably three months ago. I chalk it up to getting over the painful teething part (for now) and also being able to crawl around and pull herself up to things! I see her personality unfold more and more everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leaning against the couch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xH4_GQAxCjg/TY2GoGcHN0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KLoYuvqWvCQ/s1600/Picture+838b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xH4_GQAxCjg/TY2GoGcHN0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KLoYuvqWvCQ/s320/Picture+838b.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out for some dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gzeSDjANWbQ/TY2Gq488dTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jd14dqE-VhU/s1600/Picture+872b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gzeSDjANWbQ/TY2Gq488dTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jd14dqE-VhU/s320/Picture+872b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I have decided to move back to Logan! We just can't seem to get way from that town. We found a 3 bedroom apartment that will fit us just fine. We move in at the beginning of May, which will give us plenty of time to pack up all of our stuff and acquire certain furniture we don't have. We are currently living with Jordan's parents, and have been very grateful to have been here so long, but we are glad to be back out on our own! I am going crazy thinking of all the decorating that I will be able to do!! Gardening, sewing Kyra crib bedding (which will be a task for I have never sewed before but have always wanted to learn!), and&amp;nbsp;deciding on color schemes&amp;nbsp;in our kitchen, living area, and bathroom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have had the opportunity to make a few cakes, in the last couple of months.&amp;nbsp;I am slowly putting my Culinary Art skills to use! I have always been into baked goods, but I am furthering my knowledge of the master of cake baking and decorating. I have been for a few years but I am just now getting comfortable!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A rockstar birthday cake&amp;nbsp;for my friend's two year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kw3MroZ3vZM/TY2F8hEV8YI/AAAAAAAAAVM/m6UW6bqLZXU/s1600/Picture+845b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kw3MroZ3vZM/TY2F8hEV8YI/AAAAAAAAAVM/m6UW6bqLZXU/s320/Picture+845b.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bring on the April showers and May flowers! My favorite time in Utah-when it gets WARM! I have decided to take on a goal: to run a half marathon in August! So I busted out my spandex shorts and sweat-bands and have been walking up a storm. Occasionally a jog. And soon to be a full on run! Wish me luck! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-5448064391925298177?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/5448064391925298177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/03/mountian-to-climb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5448064391925298177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5448064391925298177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/03/mountian-to-climb.html' title='a mountian to climb'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8x6WE55Of5Q/TY1_4M0-u7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/M3H9ZXA3w6Y/s72-c/Spenc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-4151131894299422293</id><published>2011-01-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:20:46.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year, a new me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The holidays are finally over! They came and went so fast. I basically spent all my time making lists and buying gifts. And then obsessing over if it was the right gift and then making more lists. Now I don't really know what to do with myself during the&amp;nbsp;days. Kyra and I have the same routine every day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Pilates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feed Kyra cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of us get dressed for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then pretty much just pal around the house,&amp;nbsp;doing different things to keep&amp;nbsp;Kyra occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it varies some, but not by much. Sometimes I do actually get to get out of the house. It&amp;nbsp;doesn't bother me that we only have one car and it's sole purpose is to drive Jordan to and from work every day.&amp;nbsp;Usually the winter time I almost hibernate in the house anyway. I don't like going out much in the snow. But then again, the snow makes me depressed. So if I don't get out&amp;nbsp;from time to time,&amp;nbsp;it could get ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyra is now rolling over and is starting to scoot.&amp;nbsp;Before I know it she will be crawling! I know that some parents say that it is a nightmare once they&amp;nbsp;start crawling and walking because then&amp;nbsp;they will be getting into things at all times!&amp;nbsp;But I just cannot wait for her to crawl. Up until this point Kyra has&amp;nbsp;been a handful, and so I am not worried about her being even more of a handful when she is mobile. I think she will be happier once she can move herself. She already seemed happier once she started rolling around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might be moving soon! Jordan is a manager at a call center in Logan. They are opening up a new center in Roy in March. Jordan let his boss know that he would be willing to move. So we are hoping to&amp;nbsp;hear soon if we will be moving or not. I would LOVE to move anywhere but Logan. I love&amp;nbsp;Logan but I hate it so I am hoping that we will get the&amp;nbsp;go ahead&amp;nbsp;for Roy.&amp;nbsp;We are still living with Jordan's Mom and her husband so it would be nice to move too, so we could get our own place! I just have visions in my head of decorating our home. Any home. An apartment most likely. So I can't wait for the day!&amp;nbsp;Even if he doesn't get the Roy job, we will then be&amp;nbsp;moving to Logan so he can be closer to work. (Cross your fingers for Roy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's family's Christmas tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7nRrjNvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wTwUbK4-X3Q/s1600/Picture+598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7nRrjNvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wTwUbK4-X3Q/s320/Picture+598.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7pxtknyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n_5Ai8BoFaw/s1600/Picture+600b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7pxtknyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n_5Ai8BoFaw/s320/Picture+600b.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opening her first gift, and loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7utOBsHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zXLR6g4JL_c/s1600/Picture+606b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7utOBsHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zXLR6g4JL_c/s320/Picture+606b.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7x7r57lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HYwjLNnVIk0/s1600/Picture+610b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7x7r57lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HYwjLNnVIk0/s320/Picture+610b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her cousin Atalie loves her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN8OUStDwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zU_ZhnYjvNE/s1600/Picture455-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN8OUStDwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zU_ZhnYjvNE/s320/Picture455-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fell asleep on the bed by herself, which is a rare occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7406pzlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fLBDdy4RTuU/s1600/Picture+672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7406pzlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fLBDdy4RTuU/s320/Picture+672.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Almost too heavy to do this anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7jPJtDoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tBmatEmXbF4/s1600/Picture+587b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7jPJtDoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tBmatEmXbF4/s320/Picture+587b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-4151131894299422293?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/4151131894299422293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4151131894299422293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4151131894299422293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='a new year, a new me'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TTN7nRrjNvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wTwUbK4-X3Q/s72-c/Picture+598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-5893923843486749452</id><published>2010-12-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:32:31.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was messing around with my blog and somehow messed it up! My family photo up top used to be in the middle and now it is on the side and making me very annoyed. I was messing with the design and the template. If anyone can be of assistance, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRJfyGU7KLI/AAAAAAAAATw/s6PS4eGnOTo/s1600/Christmas+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRJfyGU7KLI/AAAAAAAAATw/s6PS4eGnOTo/s320/Christmas+card.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On another note, Thanksgiving was great. We spent it with Jordan's Dad and his wife with her family, if that made any sense! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And Christmas is coming up on us so fast I can't even believe. I still have a bit more Christmas shopping to do, of course last minute. I am grateful that around this time of year, I find more joy in finding the perfect gift for family and friends that it doesn't really matter what I get. I am pretty sure I have used all the Christmas money I have received this year on buying more gifts for others. In the back of my head I think of that winter coat that I need for my last year's one was actually from the year before and is definitely not warm. I don't know what I was thinking. And some new jeans would be nice. I didn't realize how pregnancy would affect the body. Where it is nice that I am loosing a lot of my weight pretty quickly, I don't have any jeans that fit. I would now describe my body type has weird and flubber-like and doesn't fit in any jeans that&amp;nbsp;society has to offer. Bummer. I just lay around in my pajamas all day, hoping I don't have to go anywhere. When it really comes down to Christmas, I just love spending time with family. We are lucky to have all of Jordan's family living around us and&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;of mine too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It will be&amp;nbsp;Kyra's first Christmas!&amp;nbsp;Santa&amp;nbsp;won't be bringing her too much stuff this year.&amp;nbsp;She can roll around everywhere and grab her toys but she won't get the excitement of opening presents. She will just want to eat the paper. So Santa is getting her a couple of toys and waiting until next year to splurge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My ultimate wish, one day, is to visit Ireland. I know this is random but I have been thinking about it more lately. I was in Bath and Body Works the other day and they have a new lotion called 'P.S. I Love You.' This made me then think of the movie which some of it takes place in Ireland! I started researching Ireland a few years back and became obsessed! I will make it there someday. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRJfeBjwKJI/AAAAAAAAATs/YQnclWA5ocQ/s1600/ireland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRJfeBjwKJI/AAAAAAAAATs/YQnclWA5ocQ/s320/ireland.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-5893923843486749452?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/5893923843486749452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-challenged.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5893923843486749452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5893923843486749452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-challenged.html' title='blog challenged'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRJfyGU7KLI/AAAAAAAAATw/s6PS4eGnOTo/s72-c/Christmas+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-7404389582615413456</id><published>2010-11-09T16:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:22:39.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that time of year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, I try to keep up on my blog but have been unsuccessful. I even have more time to do so since I am not working at the moment. But I do have a very demanding 4 month old that takes up most of my attention. I hardly ever set her down, which will kick me in the butt later I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite time of year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fall weather. No snow yet (thank you!). And all the holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday kicks it off, which I just so happened to be turning 25 this year! I always wondered, back when I was younger, where my life would be when I turned 25. And I can say that I am very satisfied with where I am! My family is just beginning and I am excited for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537706725721861810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TNni7VDxbrI/AAAAAAAAASo/faeYPEpF_dE/s320/jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, Jordan and I had gotten engaged and have since been married! October 23rd! We planned a wedding in 6 weeks! It can be done! Jordan's Mom, Tena helped me tremendously with all the details. My Mom wasn't able to fly in until a few days before the wedding, but she helped me a ton over the phone and we were running last minute errands once she got in to town. My friend Sarah was so kind as to take our engagement photos and my bridals. Both sessions turned out perfectly! Most of my immediate family came in for it and it was great spending time with them! I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Jordan and I have been dating over 4 years. I love the feeling of being married and being able to call him 'husband!' Although it was as if we were already married before, it feels so much better now. We didn't get to go on a honeymoon. We just stayed the night at the Marriott in Park City so we could have a night away. It was hard being away from Kyra. I have never left that long. It gave me a little bit of anxiety, especially since I am still nursing her! But my Mom had offered to take her for the night so we could have a wedding night! I made sure over a few months before the wedding, to pump as much milk as I could squeeze in, between feedings. So I had plently of milk for my Mom to feed Kyra. Since she was in the NICU for the first few days of her life, Kyra was used to taking a bottle which was a blessing! And she doesn't do bad with formula if my Mom absolutely needed to use, but she didn't! We left our wedding in our attire. It was a neat feeling to roll up to the hotel in my wedding dress! It was pretty late by then so no one was really around to see me, dang it! We decided, the next day, that we should have stayed away for two nights. We got to the hotel around 11pm and had to check out at 10am. No time to really relax! We had a fireplace in our room and didn't even get to turn it on! We are trying to plan a 'real' honeymoon for the Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537706731957855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TNni7sSjI7I/AAAAAAAAASw/lRl6RLjXe_s/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Totally smashing it in his face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537707781646797122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TNnj4yr5SUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g0rnH8DPTTA/s320/Becca_Wedding_23Oct_2010_209.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pics to come of the wedding soon! (When I don't have a screaming baby on my hip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after the hooplah of our wedding, it was Kyra's 1st Halloween! She is only 4 months old so Halloween wasn't a big deal this year. We didn't go trick or treating but I still got her a cute costume to wear! Some of her cousins came over for lunch and we got some pictures with them! Next year she will be able to walk!! Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537706722718516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TNni7J3uBgI/AAAAAAAAASg/-hQS_w3tNew/s320/Picture%2B253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's on to Thanksgiving! We aren't sure of our plans yet but we will be spending it with family! I have many things to be grateful for, #1 is family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-7404389582615413456?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/7404389582615413456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/7404389582615413456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/7404389582615413456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-time-of-year.html' title='that time of year'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TNni7VDxbrI/AAAAAAAAASo/faeYPEpF_dE/s72-c/jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-8909493808931514453</id><published>2010-09-19T17:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:18:54.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that it has almost been a full three months since I last posted. I kept thinking about posting but never got around to it. I will keep Kyra's birth story short and simple, because it was definitely not a smooth delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got admitted to the hospital the night before I was to be induced, June 30th. They were giving me Cervidil over night to help me dilate, because I wasn't dilating at all at that point. When the nurse checked me the next morning, the Cervidil hadn't worked at all. Doctor Ferguson then decided to insert a little balloon that pulled down on my cervix to make me dilate. Let me tell you, that freakin' hurt! It made my contractions so bad, that I then got my epidural at 2 cm! Right after the epidural the balloon fell out, which was then supposed to have dilated me to a 5. Within the next couple of hours, I went to a 7 1/2 and then to a 9! The nurses started prepping the room for the baby! I was so nervous! Right after the room was prepped, the day nurses went off shift and the night ones came on. When one of the night nurses checked my dilation, she told me that I was only at a 4!! Uh? A 4? It didn't make sense. They called the doctor in and he said I was only at a 6 1/2. My goodness. Nobody knew what they were doing around there, besides my doctor who was wonderful. By that time, once Dr. Ferguson was there, he noticed that Kyra's heart rate was dropping a little with my contractions. So he gave me the option to go ahead and do a C-Section right then. I took it! I wanted that baby out of me!! I had Kyra at 6:45 pm on July 1st and she weighed 7lbs. 15oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop there. She wasn't breathing when she came out. The Brigham City Hospital is not equipped with a NICU, so Kyra was life-flighted down to Ogden Regional. By the time I came out of surgery, I got to see Kyra for a second before she was wheeled off to the helicopter. It was a crazy night. I was so drugged up that I didn't even understand what the on-call pediatrician was telling me, that they were taking my baby away because she wasn't breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovering from a C-Section is not easy. I couldn't walk the whole next day! I got discharged from the hospital three days later. Luckily, the same day as Kyra did in Ogden. Over the last three months, I have been getting used to having an adorable little girl attached to me at all times! I love her so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, JORDAN AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED! Finally. It has been a long time coming, but we are officially tying the knot on October 23rd! I can't even explain how excited I am. He and I have been together for 4 years. Needless to say, I have been waiting for this to happen for a LONG time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' ready to leave for the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJu5ZXIAh2I/AAAAAAAAASI/ms4r5Ry_JA0/s1600/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJu5ZXIAh2I/AAAAAAAAASI/ms4r5Ry_JA0/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520209613628147554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02yzwltI/AAAAAAAAASA/kFev8LrxX38/s1600/hos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02yzwltI/AAAAAAAAASA/kFev8LrxX38/s320/hos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797246833923794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his scrubs, ready for my surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02Tys6JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EsRi-ZEiTJY/s1600/hos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02Tys6JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EsRi-ZEiTJY/s320/hos3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797238507989138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02GLcAcI/AAAAAAAAARw/WvBVCK_R0ns/s1600/hos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa02GLcAcI/AAAAAAAAARw/WvBVCK_R0ns/s320/hos4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797234853642690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa01l46fSI/AAAAAAAAARo/NfwVL5qgpik/s1600/hos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa01l46fSI/AAAAAAAAARo/NfwVL5qgpik/s320/hos6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797226186013986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching my baby for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa01L8oMMI/AAAAAAAAARg/qZ9sHcPUyCc/s1600/hos5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJa01L8oMMI/AAAAAAAAARg/qZ9sHcPUyCc/s320/hos5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518797219222270146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyra and her Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJu5Z6J05NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0rJZBJLsiQs/s1600/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJu5Z6J05NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0rJZBJLsiQs/s320/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520209623031014610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-8909493808931514453?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/8909493808931514453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/8909493808931514453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/8909493808931514453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TJu5ZXIAh2I/AAAAAAAAASI/ms4r5Ry_JA0/s72-c/Picture+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-5157313050419528462</id><published>2010-06-21T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:43:27.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting</title><content type='html'>Being in my last month of pregnancy, I have graduated from going to the doc every two weeks to going every week. 7 days could be just the right amount of time I need to get some dilation or it could be the longest week ever and I don't dilate at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am more the second part. After the last two appointments I have had no change. I went from 0 cm to 1/2 cm. And am pretty much staying at the 1/2. I went into the hospital last Friday with contractions. They hooked me up to all the good stuff and checked me but I wasn't dilated anymore then the 1/2 cm. The nurse let me contract for about two hours and then came back to check me, in which I hadn't progressed any. So the dreaded words, "we are sending you home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance that I would be coming back anytime later that day, to have this baby, were slim to none. We went home and walked. And walked. I walked so much my feet have doubled in size now. My contractions were still coming but started to taper out Saturday morning. One thing is clear, this baby does not want to come out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My due date is the 27th. So I technically still have a week to go. For all of you who have been pregnant should understand how I feel, but I DO NOT want to hear anything like these (especially from the male species):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the baby will come when she is ready' (duh. I can't reach in there and grab her out whenever I want!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'your due date is just a guesstimate, you could still be weeks off' (next time you can carry the extra 60 pounds that I have and we'll call it good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you still haven't had that baby yet?' (obviously not, or I wouldn't look like a huge whale still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no mood for this waiting game anymore. Ha. So I am holing myself up in my apartment so I don't have to go out and get the awful stares and annoying comments. Maybe something exciting will happen this week, probably not, or maybe the doc will take pity on me and induce me next Monday instead of letting me go till 41 WEEKS AH!&lt;br /&gt;We shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less annoyed note, Jordan and I celebrated FOUR years of being together last Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TB-yW0jPa7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pJpjPMHDnuE/s1600/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TB-yW0jPa7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pJpjPMHDnuE/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485298976293874610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-5157313050419528462?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/5157313050419528462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5157313050419528462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5157313050419528462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TB-yW0jPa7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pJpjPMHDnuE/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-2321023933008203546</id><published>2010-06-10T11:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:33:23.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd4Nc-0SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nttrfYGTWww/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd4Nc-0SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nttrfYGTWww/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481195073007702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's Mom and sister, Jessica threw me a baby shower last Saturday. The weather was finally perfect and we were able to have it outside! The food was amazing and the decorations were darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I had maternity pictures taken recently, and his sister had some printed out and put them in frames to put on the tables.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd56bOf1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/aTrnUtJlz00/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd56bOf1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/aTrnUtJlz00/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481195102259806034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Roland came all the way from Salt Lake to spend some time with me! They contributed a lot to the car seat/stroller duo we got for Baby Kyra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd5kGe-CI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o6pIb-eTzfM/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd5kGe-CI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o6pIb-eTzfM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481195096267225122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely ate my share of pineapple! I read that it might help trigger labor, haha, hey! I am trying anything and everything I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEfhNRX7SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wMIw3vWIYzU/s1600/shower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEfhNRX7SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wMIw3vWIYzU/s320/shower3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196876845280546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica made some cute magnets as favors. There was an array of flowers and butterflies. So cute. And easy to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEfgtMOgVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8PAwH0diNcQ/s1600/shower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEfgtMOgVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8PAwH0diNcQ/s320/shower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196868233757010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that I consumed half of the cup cakes on the stand! They had flavored frosting and decorated with fresh flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEff7YiaZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Zrhb_7eF8L0/s1600/shower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEff7YiaZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Zrhb_7eF8L0/s320/shower1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481196854863620498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably have everything we are going to need for now! Once Baby Kyra gets here, I am sure we will figure out the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at my doctor appointment, my doctor said that she is in position and it could be anytime now. I wasn't dilated at all then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment today, so hopefully some more good news!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-2321023933008203546?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/2321023933008203546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2321023933008203546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2321023933008203546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-shower.html' title='my baby shower'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TBEd4Nc-0SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nttrfYGTWww/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-993204937070473103</id><published>2010-06-01T17:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:31:46.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the final countdown</title><content type='html'>I am obviously not very good at keeping up with this blog. I think I feel that I never really have anything interesting to write about, but then again interesting things are always happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two months I have been absent, I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Gone back to work: crazy I know. I am just towards the end of my pregnancy and I decided to go back to work now? Well, it was more like needed to go back to work so Jordan and I could move out of his Mom's house before this baby comes! I had a job the first couple months of pregnancy, and then we moved to Jord's Mom's house. I half-heartedly looked for a job and then really just gave up trying. I didn't really want to work. But the more pregnant I got, it became apparent that I needed to get some kind of a job, to contribute an income to our savings for Baby Kyra. I got my old job back in Logan, where I had worked for about 8 months last year before moving to Salt Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ MOVED to Logan: after working for a couple of weeks, Jord and I were able to afford a small apartment by the university. We packed up our stuff and moved from Garland to Logan. Summer rent is pretty cheap in Logan so we chose the perfect time to move out! We practically have the whole summer's rent paid off already and it is only June! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Now in my last month of pregnancy: WOOHOO! I am usually not too much of a complainer, but I definitely have kicked it up a few notches these last few weeks. My feet are swollen, Baby Kyra is bigger now and I can feel her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; kick, still not sleeping well, and I am so heavy that walking is a pain! On the brighter side of things, I have another baby shower coming up this Saturday. And I cannot even express how EXCITED I am for Baby Kyra to get here! I thought I was impatient before, but nothing compares to these last few weeks. Even though the doctor gives you a due date, babies will come whenever they feel. I wonder everyday if I will go into labor at anytime or if I will have to be induced. I want the excitement of my water breaking and us jumping in the car and racing to the hospital. But it would be nice to be induced, and know ahead of time, what day she will be here so we can be prepared. However it happens, I hope it is SOON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbjQs289I/AAAAAAAAANw/SH_oaDmVJvQ/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbjQs289I/AAAAAAAAANw/SH_oaDmVJvQ/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477955551846921170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     35 weeks. She is going to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbjpBr3_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/mEDebhQ0Vww/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbjpBr3_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/mEDebhQ0Vww/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477955558376726514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We ♥ her already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbj-FyXuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5Kw5ASJ7jmA/s1600/maternity1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbj-FyXuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5Kw5ASJ7jmA/s320/maternity1900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477955564031074018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Boy + Girl = Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-993204937070473103?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/993204937070473103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/993204937070473103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/993204937070473103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/06/final-countdown.html' title='the final countdown'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TAWbjQs289I/AAAAAAAAANw/SH_oaDmVJvQ/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-4321574269282157398</id><published>2010-03-22T13:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:12:44.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is A Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found about two months ago that we are having a GIRL! She is what we were hoping for, but of course we would have been just as excited if it had been a boy. It didn't take us very long to decide on a name. We didn't have to do too much back and forth, we agreed pretty quick. Her name will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyra Ireland Bartholomew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fLCqxiFGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b3a7as0LaeA/s1600-h/babykyra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fLCqxiFGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b3a7as0LaeA/s320/babykyra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451549120657495138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan came up with Kyra...and it is pronounced ki-rah. I was hoping to name her Ireland the whole time but settled for it as a middle name. Both of those names don't really come from anywhere, we just loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My due date at first was June 27th but at my last appointment they pushed me back to July 7th. But she will get here when she gets here! I am in my third trimester now. Time has been going by pretty fast up until now. It seems to have slowed down now that I have my last three months. This pregnancy has been pretty easy for me so I can't complain. I am just so excited for Baby Kyra to get here! She kicks me all the time and I love being able to feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently not working so I do a lot of sitting around the house. Jordan and I are still living at his mom's house. We hope to be moving out soon to our own apartment. I am excited to get baby girl's room ready! I have been obsessed with buying baby clothes. I mostly look for shoes, which I think are the cutest thing because they are so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMD2Uvp_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/YHRs9MwnU0E/s1600-h/Beccas+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMD2Uvp_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/YHRs9MwnU0E/s320/Beccas+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451550240449472498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some light purple new born shoes that I got! So tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMEahfSPI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkHbRawkgPQ/s1600-h/Beccas+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMEahfSPI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkHbRawkgPQ/s320/Beccas+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451550250166601970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and this cute little hat with ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Caiti is throwing me a baby shower this weekend. My mom just happens to be flying into town this week too! I am excited to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMFDk45sI/AAAAAAAAANM/O537-tdL-yQ/s1600-h/Beccas+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fMFDk45sI/AAAAAAAAANM/O537-tdL-yQ/s320/Beccas+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451550261186717378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25 weeks and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-4321574269282157398?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/4321574269282157398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4321574269282157398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4321574269282157398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-girl.html' title='It Is A Girl!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S6fLCqxiFGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b3a7as0LaeA/s72-c/babykyra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-4589769548224489003</id><published>2010-01-16T12:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:29:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's Grandpa passed away last Wednesday night. His viewing was on Friday night and the funeral on Saturday. Jordan was very close with his Grandpa. It was a sad day but happy because he is reuniting with his wife that died several years ago.  I never know what to say when an event like this takes place. I am usually an emotional person but being pregnant has intensified my emotions. Needless to say, all I could really do was cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ2IRyCVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eQVaojqsdjU/s1600-h/Beccas+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ2IRyCVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eQVaojqsdjU/s320/Beccas+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419023055915346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the viewing. You can't see my belly to well, but this is the 15 weeks belly. Thank goodness black is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slimming&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ23AEF0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/C3FQyyXwyIU/s1600-h/Beccas+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ23AEF0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/C3FQyyXwyIU/s320/Beccas+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419035598067522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mickell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cierra&lt;/span&gt;, and I. These are Jordan's sisters-in-law. Look how much taller I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ2YyVUII/AAAAAAAAAME/M9ZkLN4NJcE/s1600-h/Beccas+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ2YyVUII/AAAAAAAAAME/M9ZkLN4NJcE/s320/Beccas+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419027487412354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan with his nephew, Payton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My next doctor's appointment is on Monday! We will be finding out if we are having a boy or a girl!! I am way excited! Any bets....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://daniellefreelances.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/boy_girl_symbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://daniellefreelances.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/boy_girl_symbols.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-4589769548224489003?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/4589769548224489003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4589769548224489003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/4589769548224489003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/S1IQ2IRyCVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eQVaojqsdjU/s72-c/Beccas+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-5808537866750669997</id><published>2010-01-01T20:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:15:58.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, a new beginning!</title><content type='html'>It has literally been 7 months since I last posted anything. Chalk it up to moving around, not having internet access, and pure laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved from Logan, UT to Salt Lake City, UT in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job working at a cafe, story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved out of my house in October and moved to West Jordan, UT for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out I was 6 weeks pregnant in the beginning of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan got his job back in Logan, UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Tremonton, UT mid-November to live with Jordan's Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pregnant, job-less, and loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I will be finding out the sex of the baby at the end of January! We are excited for that. It's like a milestone in pregnancy. Almost to the half way mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great! I got a new digital camera to document my growing belly! I will try and post the ultrasounds as soon as I figure out how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989448720247842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sz7GrTri7CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hBlzqClMZRY/s320/Beccas+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here I am at 14 weeks. The downward angle is better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was awesome! Hung out with family and played games. Drank way too much sparkling cider and almost fell asleep before the countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will bring amazing and new adventures, and I am look forward to it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to regular posting! (hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-5808537866750669997?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/5808537866750669997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5808537866750669997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5808537866750669997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-beginning.html' title='2010, a new beginning!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sz7GrTri7CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hBlzqClMZRY/s72-c/Beccas+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-814486842647935736</id><published>2009-03-21T00:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:50:58.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend Caiti had her baby on Thursday! The coolest thing was, was that she asked if I wanted to be there for the birth. I jumped at the chance! She went into the doctor's on Wednesday at noon. The baby's heart beat was low, they sent her to the hospital to be induced. By the time she got into her room and hooked up on IV, it was 1:30. I got to the hospital around 3pm. The waiting game began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caiti, Annie, me, Fran, Cam, Stephanie, and Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSNIfYBMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iOBIuo3EZqk/s1600-h/allofus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSNIfYBMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iOBIuo3EZqk/s320/allofus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315528637204738562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a big group of us that was going to be there for the birth. Five people were allowed in the room. Around 9pm, there wasn't much progress, so the doctor came in and broke her water. We were excited that things were going to happen now! After the water breakage, Caiti received her epideral. Caiti was tired by then, so tried to get some rest. We all walked the halls and drank coffee, trying to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caiti, Cam, and I playing RISK to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSNIodQrDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fN6B8rBpSWM/s1600-h/risk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSNIodQrDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fN6B8rBpSWM/s320/risk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315528639642643506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not being able to get much sleep, we all crowded back into the room trying to pass more time. The contractions were coming but not very close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSWfY-UElI/AAAAAAAAALc/kGSAxiIubxY/s1600-h/waiting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSWfY-UElI/AAAAAAAAALc/kGSAxiIubxY/s320/waiting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315538926227952210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:30 rolled around, and the nurse came in to tell us to get ready. Caiti's contractions were real close together. She was going to start her pushing, and call the doctor when the baby's head got close. We all gathered on the couch, on the sidelines. Cam (the dad) sat beside Caiti. The nurse coached her on how to push, and it began! We all sat silently while not too much happened. Caiti was pushing for over an hour. Felt like minutes to me. Finally the nurse started putting scrubs on and warming up the baby bed. Within minutes she called the doctor. It was time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPCAW5zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b6RFXtTkNBM/s1600-h/breathe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPCAW5zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b6RFXtTkNBM/s320/breathe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315532048114837298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came in and put on all his scrubs. The tables where wheeled in. After pushing for about twenty or thirty more mintues, baby Crue arrived! I saw the baby come half way out and the doctor helped pull the rest out. It was such an amazing experience. Tears were streaming down everyone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crue Diesel Kendrick. Born March 19 at 5:38am. 7lbs 7oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPRqXg7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/v3jELyBPWfs/s1600-h/cruediesel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPRqXg7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/v3jELyBPWfs/s320/cruediesel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315532052317569970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Crue was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPlYA29I/AAAAAAAAALE/50C_blJ_rZE/s1600-h/rightafter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPlYA29I/AAAAAAAAALE/50C_blJ_rZE/s320/rightafter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315532057609296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, after Caiti was switched to a different room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPDMvjgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/g2Fo7jBdM1M/s1600-h/caitbec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSQPDMvjgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/g2Fo7jBdM1M/s320/caitbec.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315532048435219970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Crue and I, not more than twelve hours after he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSWfnUVjWI/AAAAAAAAALk/2kXzsmH-BNw/s1600-h/P3190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSWfnUVjWI/AAAAAAAAALk/2kXzsmH-BNw/s320/P3190007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315538930078420322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-814486842647935736?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/814486842647935736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/814486842647935736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/814486842647935736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-experience.html' title='Greatest Experience'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSNIfYBMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iOBIuo3EZqk/s72-c/allofus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-6375421454456551413</id><published>2009-03-20T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:41:58.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pied Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I went to Salt Lake for St. Patrick's Day. We watched an Irish band play, and I can't remember the name for the life of me! They were all dressed in kilts and vests. There were drummers and bag pipe players. It was so fun! I decked myself in green, Jordan didn't have really anything green to wear, but we got some green and white lei's at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSLXvUvHjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OgkWylnSZIw/s1600-h/P3170001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSLXvUvHjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OgkWylnSZIw/s320/P3170001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315526700160720434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band played right in the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSLQQKrNDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dMzCtse_iJI/s1600-h/P3170002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSLQQKrNDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dMzCtse_iJI/s320/P3170002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315526571537937458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-6375421454456551413?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/6375421454456551413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/pied-piper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6375421454456551413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6375421454456551413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/pied-piper.html' title='Pied Piper'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/ScSLXvUvHjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OgkWylnSZIw/s72-c/P3170001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-5928367159320652216</id><published>2009-03-11T05:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:34:06.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Draper Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the Draper temple opening last Saturday. I have never been to a temple opening before so it was exciting to go. It was extremely busy! It was fairly warm that day but by the time we got up to the temple, it was freezing and I wasn't wearing a jacket. So much for spring coming soon! Going through the temple was definitely an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sbee_ncxwoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HSxhDh6IO6U/s1600-h/P3070004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sbee_ncxwoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HSxhDh6IO6U/s320/P3070004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311889101265420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were in the sealing room, Jordan's little brother Spencer proposed to his girlfriend, Mickell! It was perfect timing. The sealing room was so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sbee_aH0qUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/THu1WcnIeCE/s1600-h/P3070005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sbee_aH0qUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/THu1WcnIeCE/s320/P3070005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311889097687869762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the temple, we celebrated the engagement at 'The Old Spaghetti Factory'. Mickell's parents were with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SbehDl6aHHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8FuRFH45u8o/s1600-h/spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SbehDl6aHHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8FuRFH45u8o/s320/spaghetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311891368595561586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a family dinner with Jordan's family on Sunday. I like spending time with his family! One of his nephews was getting over being sick, annnnndddd now I'm sick. I hate being sick. I at least have time to recover. My job has been really slow still, so I'm jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-5928367159320652216?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/5928367159320652216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/draper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5928367159320652216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/5928367159320652216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/draper.html' title='Draper Engagement'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/Sbee_ncxwoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HSxhDh6IO6U/s72-c/P3070004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-2815250196577487397</id><published>2009-03-02T18:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:53:59.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocks of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to another baby shower! It was for my friend Kristie's older sister Jessica. She is having a boy! I was able to make some treats for it. These baby blocks took me forever but they turned out cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SbbvUrXqXjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nburBKZjuY/s1600-h/blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SbbvUrXqXjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nburBKZjuY/s320/blocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311695949048471090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k98/jbartholomew/th_P2280016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;My laptop computer charger broke almost two weeks ago so I haven't been able to get on the internet, which has been annoying. And just when I thought that my job was pretty secure, they up and tell us that we have no work for the next full month. So I've been sitting on my butt for the last two weeks. I'm just now starting to look for another job! I get real panicky when this happens! I hate not knowing when I'll be able to pay my bills. Cross your fingers for me. I need a job by this week!&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I hung out with our friend Mike last week. For those of you who don't know, I once had a pitbull-rotweiller named Sadie. She was my daughter pretty much. I took her everywhere with me. I moved a lot last summer and gave her to Jordan's friend. Needless to say, when he moved he got rid of her and didn't tell us. I called all the shelters in the area but never found her. Sad. I don't want to talk about it. BUT, our friend Mike just got a puppy that looks exactly like her! And now I want to steal his puppy away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadie and I Oct 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k98/jbartholomew/Sadie/th_PA130552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k98/jbartholomew/Sadie/th_PA130552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Corona Feb 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k98/jbartholomew/th_P2280017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k98/jbartholomew/th_P2280017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-2815250196577487397?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/2815250196577487397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/blocks-of-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2815250196577487397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2815250196577487397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/03/blocks-of-time.html' title='Blocks of Time'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SbbvUrXqXjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3nburBKZjuY/s72-c/blocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-2797508884823553179</id><published>2009-02-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:13:46.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Older Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Jordan's 22nd birthday. He and I always get comments that we look younger than what we really are, which is nice. And people always tend to think that he is older than me. I think that is the general idea for everyone, but not us. I will be 24 in September. So that would make us almost a year and a half apart. I feel like for me, 22 was such a long time ago and here Jordan is embarking on the beginning of a whole year being 22. Well, good luck to him! It's not a bad year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I work at the same company on the same shift. We were both lucky today and did not have to work, so we had the whole day to play! We went to lunch at The Old Grist Mill and then off to the movies to see 'Taken'. The movie was awesome and I recommend it to everyone, if you like action packed movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZzYEs3MB7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kdXIN30Zmuw/s1600-h/P2180008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZzYEs3MB7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kdXIN30Zmuw/s320/P2180008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352036409313202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed for a bit and then his mom came over to Logan from Tremonton and took us out to dinner at The Copper Mill Restaurant. There were no presents this year. I got him an XBOX 360 for Christmas/birthday so he's already had his gift for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZzZzGFSV6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ca8ftJ5GUTY/s1600-h/xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZzZzGFSV6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ca8ftJ5GUTY/s320/xbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353932964943778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-2797508884823553179?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/2797508884823553179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/older-woman_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2797508884823553179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/2797508884823553179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/older-woman_18.html' title='The Older Woman'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZzYEs3MB7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kdXIN30Zmuw/s72-c/P2180008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-8804268565844916024</id><published>2009-02-16T10:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:47:05.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines' has come and gone. It is the start of a long strew of holidays. I love holidays! And Valentines' is one of my favorites. Jordan and I decided to not get each other any romantic gifts, and use the money to fix my forever broken car. The windshield has needed to be replaced for over a year now. I was supposed to re-register my car in September, but because of the broken windshield, did not pass inspection. So I have been driving around illegally for 6 months now. I have already received a ticket for my expired tags. One more and they are taking me to the slammer. Well, not me, but my car. I have memorized what police lights look like so I can tell when they are behind me and I take detours if necessary. All this will be put to an end, because tomorrow the windshield is getting fixed! Happy Valentines' to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, however, get to go out to eat. We drove down to Ogden, the pick of restaurants is so much greater there then here in Logan. Jordan had picked out 'The Prairie Schooner.' I had never heard of it before. When you first walk in, it looks like a normal restaurant. But as we were getting led to our table, we walked in to a room that was filled with covered wagons. There were camp fires and bobcats and stars in the night sky. Your table is in a covered wagon. It was so cool! The menu isn't very big and the prices were extremely expensive. We got away with a Valentines' special, so it wasn't too bad. It was definitely something everyone should experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the inside of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmr_3B7bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ps_Hx3CjzRo/s1600-h/ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmr_3B7bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ps_Hx3CjzRo/s320/ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453311012302258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and his steak dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsK15-zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KCzVqwglEkQ/s1600-h/P2140002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsK15-zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KCzVqwglEkQ/s320/P2140002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453313960377138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never eat steak, but it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsR5xlfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b8VHKB0uZPM/s1600-h/P2140003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsR5xlfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b8VHKB0uZPM/s320/P2140003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453315855652338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in a covered wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsgdcgHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MHNGKcfzCME/s1600-h/P2140004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmsgdcgHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MHNGKcfzCME/s320/P2140004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453319763361906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' was great! Onto St. Patty's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-8804268565844916024?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/8804268565844916024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/8804268565844916024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/8804268565844916024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air-2009.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZmmr_3B7bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ps_Hx3CjzRo/s72-c/ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-242435192658203803</id><published>2009-02-09T17:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:30:21.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showering babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friend Caiti had her baby shower this past weekend. She is having a boy and his name will be Crue Diesel. Her due date is March 20, but her doctor said she would be early. She is WAY excited for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFQsQtFaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2Ss_1mD9s8E/s1600-h/P2070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFQsQtFaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2Ss_1mD9s8E/s320/P2070011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953651964876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to make some treats for the shower. After slaving away for three days, this is what I produced! A pregnant belly cake, which is the cutest idea I have ever seen (a found it on the internet) and some 'baby birds in a nest' cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFQorF2oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7dSOytlLKhE/s1600-h/P2070009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFQorF2oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7dSOytlLKhE/s320/P2070009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953651001809538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake was a long shot, but it turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFReMW5sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AmKsaeW9MdQ/s1600-h/P2070010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFReMW5sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AmKsaeW9MdQ/s320/P2070010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953665368417986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a close up of the cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFRDhfEJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dohM4XESUG0/s1600-h/P2060020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFRDhfEJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dohM4XESUG0/s320/P2060020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953658209276050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after church, Jordan and I went to a dinner with his family. His Mom made an amazing dinner for us all! Jordan has an older sister, an older brother and a younger brother. They all have children. Payton and Jaden were born on the same day in May. And Jaxon and Ashton are twins that were born in October. All boys and they are 5 months apart. Needless to say there were babies everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am holding Jaxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFRbYJeWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ITIE2O8Exeo/s1600-h/P2080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFRbYJeWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ITIE2O8Exeo/s320/P2080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953664612563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was another good week for me! Valentine's Day is this weekend, one of my favorite holidays! I love pink and hearts and chocolate! Jordan and I are going to Ogden for dinner, the whereabouts are unknown to me because it is a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDJMe_sLKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I0YKNRrN9QY/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDJMe_sLKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I0YKNRrN9QY/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300957977730886818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-242435192658203803?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/242435192658203803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/showering-babies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/242435192658203803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/242435192658203803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/showering-babies.html' title='Showering babies'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SZDFQsQtFaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2Ss_1mD9s8E/s72-c/P2070011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-6531727441328810191</id><published>2009-02-02T17:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:04:13.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl?</title><content type='html'>I have never been one to really care about the Superbowl. My family is a basketball family (Go Wildcats!). I have had a few boyfriends who immensely cared about football, but I still never got into it. I went to my friend, Mickell's aunt's house, down in Roy, to watch it yesterday. I wasn't all that excited. Jordan's favorite team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, were playing so it gave me a little but more reason to enjoy and help him root for them. I normally only watch for the commercials, the half time show, and I go for the FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeWgNe_pKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cMND_ML-9Tk/s1600-h/steelerslogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeWgNe_pKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cMND_ML-9Tk/s320/steelerslogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298368966744319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watched, it was a pretty exciting game. I was on the edge of my seat by the end. I thought for a second that the Steelers had lost it, but they overtook and won in the last seconds! My favorite commercial by far, was from Doritos. The half time, by Bruce Springsteen, was awful and not exciting at all. And the food was great! It also happened to be Mickell's birthday, so birthday cake was in the mix. And a relaxing hour in the hot tub outside in the backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are cupcakes I made for Mickell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeVVjKELII/AAAAAAAAAEk/aopaeXWEuuc/s1600-h/P1300003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeVVjKELII/AAAAAAAAAEk/aopaeXWEuuc/s320/P1300003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367684071926914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I was stoked to watch Jordan's nephew, Payton, for a whole 10 hours while Jordan's brother Spencer took Mickell out for her birthday. When I was younger, I pretty much babysat my life away. I was homeschooled for two years during middle school, so not only did I babysit on the weekends, but I got to do it during the day, while all the other eligible babysitters were at school. Needless to say, once I turned 16, I got sick of babysitting real quick and cared only about dating boys. The night was pretty uneventful: play, nap, play, nap, eat and then to bed. I found that I miss babysitting! And lucky me, have so many opportunities to do it, seeing as all my friends are bearing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeUh3HO5KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RXTRrsMX5Aw/s1600-h/P1310007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeUh3HO5KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RXTRrsMX5Aw/s320/P1310007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298366796075558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, he looks so excited, but we had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeVVlHMr_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hEs04XRNlqQ/s1600-h/P1310011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeVVlHMr_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hEs04XRNlqQ/s320/P1310011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367684596772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-6531727441328810191?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/6531727441328810191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6531727441328810191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6531727441328810191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SYeWgNe_pKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cMND_ML-9Tk/s72-c/steelerslogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-1633161582556604962</id><published>2009-01-25T18:56:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:15:38.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Vixen</title><content type='html'>I had a little hair dying party with my friend Caiti this week. I don't know what it is about me and wanting to always change my hair color. I don't think I have ever found a color that I liked enough to keep. Normally, it turns out fairly decent, but this time it was the complete opposite. My hair didn't turn out horrible but it was not what I was expecting. It went from medium brown to black. The bottle said 'dark brown.' And my hair is just weird so it skipped the brown part altogether and went to black. Yipee. I'm not too excited about it. My hair is going to fall out of my head soon because I dye it so much. So black vixen for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0fZNudo-I/AAAAAAAAADU/9u6jK-Zxhrk/s1600-h/P1220011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0fZNudo-I/AAAAAAAAADU/9u6jK-Zxhrk/s320/P1220011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295423254899303394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It seems I'm good at cutting my own hair too.  If you look at the bottom of my lips and to the left, if you just cut off the long hair, there would be a short hair cut there. Next time: a salon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw 'Bride Wars' last week with Caiti and Mickell. I thought it was a really cute movie. Kate Hudson is my absolute favorite! Caiti is engaged, Mickell practically is too, and then there was me. Not that I am extremely angry that I am not married by now. But movies like this depress me a little. As for anyone that I grew up with knows, I was hoping to be married early in life. Don't ask me why. Just a dream. And I will undoubtly be the LAST one. Isn't it ironic? Don't ya think? At least I have a boyfriend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0frlR9GHI/AAAAAAAAADc/9vy3xmLUltI/s1600-h/bride+wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0frlR9GHI/AAAAAAAAADc/9vy3xmLUltI/s320/bride+wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295423570459826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today with Jordan's little brother, Spencer and his girlfriend Mickell. It was a good day. It's nice to know that challenges come to everyone. Sometimes I feel like other people's lives are perfect, but nobody's really is. It's all on the outlook of life. I would say mine has gotten more positive, but still isn't up to par maybe. I'm trying. Love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Payton, Mickell's son, wore the cutest little suit to church too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0gLCcCeuI/AAAAAAAAADk/2h0n4JmyiKU/s1600-h/P1250014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0gLCcCeuI/AAAAAAAAADk/2h0n4JmyiKU/s320/P1250014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295424110862695138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0g7561ExI/AAAAAAAAADs/UjEXemUIaNs/s1600-h/P1250015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0g7561ExI/AAAAAAAAADs/UjEXemUIaNs/s320/P1250015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295424950389510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0hdRQTpQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MJblXRK3vb0/s1600-h/P1250019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0hdRQTpQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MJblXRK3vb0/s320/P1250019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295425523589293314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was more interested in eating my camera though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0iHKUdSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/btCvCkpMph0/s1600-h/P1250020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0iHKUdSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/btCvCkpMph0/s320/P1250020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426243282159730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks seem to be going by faster, for me anyways. Warm weather will be here before I know it! Hopefully! (crosses fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0hdpefrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YpYQyP_agII/s1600-h/springtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0hdpefrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YpYQyP_agII/s320/springtime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295425530091252898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-1633161582556604962?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/1633161582556604962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-vixen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/1633161582556604962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/1633161582556604962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-vixen.html' title='Black Vixen'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SX0fZNudo-I/AAAAAAAAADU/9u6jK-Zxhrk/s72-c/P1220011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654508667811301505.post-6100670647990764557</id><published>2009-01-12T17:16:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:06:28.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvlXCNv65I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aqzI0rYvmg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvlXCNv65I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aqzI0rYvmg/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290574371171068818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm please to announce my breakthrough in the blog world! I was waiting until I got married to start one, but that seems to be too far off. :) Many of my friends are single and have blogs, and so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life, pretty much, I grew up in Fredericksburg, VA! At 18, for Winter semester at BYU-I, I headed off to Rexburg, ID. I had never been on the west side of the United States and never somewhere so far north. I arrived in Jan 2004 to a massive blizzard! For those of you who don't know, I HATE snow! I survived the semester and went home for the summer. I had been accepted into the Culinary Arts program and would start back up in the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvnLMJrCgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PhXbp9bBFOg/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvnLMJrCgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PhXbp9bBFOg/s320/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290576366703151618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at school, my parents had moved to Utah, they also never venturing from the East coast. Taking a break from school, after summer of 2005, I moved to Pleasant Grove, UT. I resided there with my parents, and five younger siblings. (My older brother is married with three children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2006, I took a chance on a job and moved to Cincinnati, OH for the summer. I was estatic to be back towards the East coast. While being an office manager for a security company there, I met my boyfriend, Jordan! We have been together for 2 and 1/2 years now. He had been living in Tremonton, UT at his Mom's. After commuting for 7 months or so, we both moved to Logan to be closer together.                                     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvnZhTvbbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zVp3uee2ENE/s1600-h/housepartayy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvnZhTvbbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zVp3uee2ENE/s320/housepartayy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290576612900695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, in Logan, UT. Massive amounts of snow and all. I am currently working and hoping to move somewhere, anywhere soon! Most likely closer to my Mom in PG. I have yet to go back to school, I feel it's too late but I guess it never is too late. (BYU-I got rid of their CA program and that is mostly why I never went back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just living life and waiting for big things to happen! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654508667811301505-6100670647990764557?l=rebeccahatton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/feeds/6100670647990764557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducingme.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6100670647990764557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654508667811301505/posts/default/6100670647990764557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahatton.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducingme.html' title='Introducing...ME.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211600221078031323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/TRGbw1sq4PI/AAAAAAAAATM/io2CpQzj72k/S220/bridal1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RvQt10KVJEk/SWvlXCNv65I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aqzI0rYvmg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
