tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88921469750834099362024-02-19T02:04:31.274-08:00Blake, Kristi & Cody JacksonFinding Joy in our JourneyBlake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-17115197276597775672012-01-01T18:53:00.000-08:002012-01-01T18:53:14.594-08:002011 Overview2011 has by far been the most exciting, challenging, sleepless, overwhelming, interesting, and happiest year of my life. A year ago, I would have never of guessed all that 2011 would have to bring but I wouldn't change anything for the world. We started off moving back down to California and living with my parents. We were sad to leave all our friends in Utah but we were excited to start a new chapter of our lives. Blake got a job working for a company called Hensel Phelps and was assigned to a job renovating a terminal at the LAX airport. He had to make the miserable commute into LA and it took him over 2 hours to get home. He was working a ton and often had to work the night shift. We were so grateful that he had such a wonderful job but it was hard not getting to see him as much. I was just glad that we were living with my parents so I wasn't home by myself all the time.<br />
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During the end of January, things got a little more interesting when I found out that I was pregnant. This was quite a shock to both Blake and I but we were so excited to be parents but it also changed our plans quite a bit. I was originally looking to find a job such as a personal trainer but I doubt that many people would want to go to a pregnant trainer. Instead, I was a nanny for two little girls and I absolutely loved it! It was a perfect job to have while I was pregnant and I was able to work all the way to July. Being pregnant was definitely a challenge for me. I have always been super active and I had just finished my last season playing soccer at BYU and it was hard not being able to do all the things I wanted. I was training to run a half marathon and for the first time in my life, I had to put the things I wanted to do on hold. Not only did I have a huge belly but I could never get comfortable and sleep was miserable. I literally dreaded going to bed. I was super anxious to have this kid and time just seemed to crawl by. It was the longest 9 months of my life and I think I had a pretty easy pregnancy compared to most women so I don't know what I would have done if I had been sick. It only made things worse that I didn't get to see Blake very much. Since we would soon be starting our own little family, it sort of expedited our search for a house. We knew we wanted to live close to family and we both had family out in Fontana, CA so we narrowed our search. We found a house for a great deal and decided to pull the trigger and become homeowners. The house we found was built in 2006 and was in great shape but there were some changes that we wanted to make. We decided to completely redo the kitchen and tore out all the cabinets and the dinky little island and put in new cupboards, appliances, granite countertops, and a huge center island. I couldn't have asked for anything better. We put in wood floor downstairs and new carpet all throughout the upstairs and the house was basically brand new. The process of getting the house took a lot longer than we had anticipated and we ended up moving in the day we brought our son, Cody, home from the hospital. Getting settled in has been a slow process that was kind of put on the back-burner since we had a newborn. Our house still has several empty walls and bare rooms and I have a feeling it is going to be that way for a while. I never would have thought that decorating a house could be so hard but I'm sure things will come with time.<br />
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September 2, 2011 was one of the best days of my life. I have never been so overwhelmed with happiness as I was the second Cody was born. I fell in love with him the moment I set eyes on him. I honestly can't imagine my life without him now. I now know how great a parents love is and I can only imagine how much our Heavenly Father loves us. Don't get me wrong, being a parent is hard work and it has been quite a big adjustment for Blake and I but I love it more than anything. Even with the lack of sleep and trying to figure out his needs, I have never been happier and I can only only imagine that with every child comes a new set of challenges but also even more happiness. Sometimes I look at him and I am just so amazed that he is my kid. He is just so dang cute! He definitely gets his good looks from his dad. He is a baby version of Blake. Cody is now 4 months old and lets just say that I don't think he is taking after Blake or I when it comes to how big he is. He is one big kid! I honestly can't believe how fast he is growing. Every week he seems to be learning more and hitting new milestones. One milestone that he has yet to hit is sleeping through the night. He is always so hungry and there are nights that he wakes up every 2-3 hours. Let's just say that there are days when I am a walking zombie. I have tried to give him rice cereal but I don't think he is a big fan so this week I am going to try to mix it in with some carrots or something. Let's hope that it can satisfy his hunger. He is starting to get more on a schedule and I feel like things are getting a little easier and I am slowly getting the hang of things. I feel like being a mom is a lifetime learning process and it has made me appreciate my own mom a whole lot more. When you are little you don't really understand everything that your parents do for you and I feel so lucky to have such awesome parents that have raised me the way they did.<br />
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This year was our first year being married and living in California and we have loved getting to spend time with family. We have had fun getting together for Sunday dinners, playing games, celebrating birthdays, and spending holiday's with our loved ones. In July we were able to go to Newport with my family and it is so much fun to spend a week down at the beach together relaxing and hanging out. While we were there, Blake and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary. It has been the best 3 years of my life and I am so grateful to have my best friend by my side. He is everything that I have ever wanted in a husband and I feel so lucky to be with him. We weren't able to go to Lake Powell this year since I was very pregnant and Blake couldn't get very many days off of work. This year we got 2 new nieces, Liddy Kate Jackson and Elle Grace Christensen and one new nephew Christopher Blake Dow. I am so excited that Cody will have cousins that are close to his age that he can play with. I am so grateful for our family and for all that they have done for Blake and I. They have helped us out so much with moving in and helping us get a little more settled. I have loved being so close to both our families.<br />
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The month of September was a crazy one for us. Not only was Cody born and we moved into our first home, but Blake also changed jobs. Two weeks after Cody was born he started working for Walton which is located in San Dimas which changed his commute from 3 hours to 30 minutes. It was the best thing ever and I feel so blessed that things worked out the way they did. Blake loves his new job and I love having him home by 6 instead of 8 :)<br />
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As for me, I am getting into my new routine being a stay at home mom and I am starting to figure things out. I am slowly getting back into shape and I am starting to get ready for a half marathon in June. I am amazed at how fast the body can bounce back after having a baby. I remember looking at my belly and thinking that there was no way that it was going to go back to it's normal size. I still have room for improvement but I am getting there and I feel like my body is back to my normal self. I still miss playing soccer but I guess I will just have to be patient and hope that the time will come when I can find the time to play.<br />
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One of the reasons we wanted to move out to Fontana was to be in the same ward as my brother Bryan and his family and Blake's brother Ryan and his family. We love our new ward and feel right at home (even though my brother is our bishop) :) Blake and I are teaching the 4-5 year olds in primary and we absolutely love it. Blake was able to play on a softball team with a bunch of guys from the ward and he loves going and playing basketball at the church on Tuesday nights. Blake couldn't be happier :)<br />
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So as you can see, 2011 has been a great year for us. We have made so many great memories and have grown both as individuals and as a couple. I feel so lucky to be married to such an amazing man and I am so grateful for all that he does for me and for our family. I can't wait to see what 2012 has in store for us. No matter what, we will continue to find joy in our journey...Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-26085119880152603812011-10-07T15:47:00.000-07:002011-10-07T22:09:06.250-07:00September 2011= a month to rememberSo basically the past month has been full of huge changes for our family. It has by far been the most exciting, challenging, happiest month of my life but I'm anxious for things to start settling down and to get into some sort of routine because I am starting to go a little crazy. I am the type of person that LOVES a schedule. I like my day planned out so I can feel like I am being productive when I get stuff done. Well this past month has been everything but planned and organized.<br />
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1. To start the month off, I had Cody. This little man has stolen my heart and he has already got me wrapped around his cute little fingers. I think it is safe to say that he is going to be a mommas boy. However, I would be lying if i said that being a mom is easy. It is a lot of work and I have a new respect for mothers. He LOVES to be held and is good at letting me know if I am not giving him enough attention. <br />
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2.I think what has made this whole transition a little harder is the fact that the night we brought Cody home was the first time we stayed in our new house. So not only have I been trying to learn how to be a mom but I have also been trying to unpack and get organized. I dont know how successful I have been at either one but I sure am trying. The house is slowly coming together even if it is at a snails pace. Eventually everything will get done and I just figure Cody will only be this little once so I better enjoy it while it lasts.<br />
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3. The third big change that we have had is Blake changing jobs. He was working for a company that was doing a terminal remodel at LAX and the commute was an absolute nightmare. It would take him about 3 hours to get home every night and then he would go to bed and do it all again the next day. He was planning on staying with this company or a few years but his uncle approached him saying that they wanted him to join the family company since they had received a lot of new jobs and were going to be busy for the next few years. Blake was really excited and he has been working there for the past 2 weeks and I cant even tell you what a difference it has been. Instead of waking up at 4, he wakes up at 6:00. Instead of getting home at 8 he gets home at 6. And instead of a 3 hour drive it is 30 minutes. The shorter commute also means he is in a better mood when he gets home :) It has been so nice having him home more and we feel so blessed that things have worked out the way they did so Blake can be home with Cody more.<br />
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So yes this past month has been full of some pretty big changes. All of them have been wonderful in their own way and I am so grateful for everyone that has helped us and has given us support through this crazy time.<br />
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Cody is now a 5 weeks old and he is getting so big! Last week at his 1 month visit he weight 11 pound 15 ounces and was 23 inches long. That is the size of an average 2 month old baby! He is so much fun to be with and I love watching him grow. There are days that I will look at him and think "man he looks different even since yesterday". These past 5 weeks have gone by so fast and I am loving being a mom no matter how challenging it can be at times.<br />
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In addition to taking care of this cute little guy, I have been working on a few projects around the house. Thanks to my new obsession with pinterest, I have gotten so many new ideas for crafts and things I want to make. Here are some of the things I have been up to:<br />
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I made this wreath out of coffee filters. It was super easy and really didn't take me that long. Now I am just trying to decide where I want to put it..<br />
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So I had this board that was in storage and I didn't really know what to do with it so I figured I would change it so that it matched Cody's room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>It turned out cute and it matches his colors so I just need to hang it up.<br />
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</div>Here is another project for Cody's room . My sister in law Britany helped me make these frames to hang on the wall. Super easy.<br />
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</div>Every 6 months, our church has a thing called General Conference where we listen to our Prophet and other leaders of the church on TV. It is by far one of my favorite Sunday's of the year. I absolutely LOVE General Conference. It has been a tradition in my family ever since I can remember that General Conference Sunday was nicknamed "cinnamon roll Sunday". We would all go over to my grandmas Honey's house and she would make the BEST cinnamon rolls and we would watch conference together. It was so much fun and was something that I loved doing growing up. I decided that I want to keep this tradition going and so I made cinnamon rolls for the first time all by myself and they turned out AMAZING! Honestly to die for<br />
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</div>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-40911799635700332252011-09-22T10:16:00.000-07:002011-09-22T10:16:35.510-07:003 weeks oldThese past 3 weeks have FLOWN BY so fast and I have been loving every second of them. Cody and I have been keeping busy and have loved all the visitors that have come by to check out the handsome boy I made. On Tuesday, when Cody was 2 1/2 weeks, we went to the Pediatrician and Cody was weighed and measured. He is definitely growing at a fast rate! He is now 10 pounds 6 oz and is 22 1/8 inches long which is the average size for a 6 week old baby! The numbers prove that he is eating good :) He is such a good baby and I LOVE getting to hang out with this kid all day. I could honestly just stare at him for hours and never get sick of it. If only I didn't have to do stuff around the house...then again that is my excuse for why it has taken me so long to unpack things and get organized. I have a really cute kid that wants my undivided attention and I am going to give it to him.<br />
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These past few weeks we have done a lot of fun things that unfortunately I don't have pictures for (I really do need to get better at that). On Monday, the Jackson girls had a girls day where we all hung out, made whole wheat bread, grinded oats, made a freezer meal, and enjoyed good company. It was so much fun! We are planning on doing it once a month and I am definitely looking forward to the next one. On Tuesday, after Cody's appointment, we went over to my Grandma Booth's house for lunch and to hang out. I love hanging out with my Grandma and it was fun to look at pictures of my dad and hear some stories about him when he was a kid...the best part is that he was a little terror haha If you know my dad you might find that hard to believe but I think it is hilarious! On Wednesday, it was my best friend Whitney Torgerson's 24th birthday so Ashley Sourapas and I took her to lunch at Casa Moreno in downtown Claremont. Let me tell you..this place is AMAZING! Seriously some of the best mexican food I have had. Whitney is having a baby boy in the beginning of December so she had a baby shower in Utah on Monday so we got to see all the fun things she got. I am so excited for her to have her baby so our little boys can be best friends just like us! We had so much fun just hanging out together and Cody was so good the entire time. He just slept like an angel and woke up every few hours to eat and then passed out again. That night Cody and I went to Blake's softball game and once again Cody was out the entire time. I honestly LOVE being a mom!Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-73766546214241067092011-09-15T09:58:00.000-07:002011-09-15T10:31:17.126-07:00Cody David JacksonI have been so out of the blogging loop because we just moved into our house and we just got our internet set up so I am a little behind on giving updates on our newest addition....CODY! I guess I might as well start with how he made his first appearance.<br />
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So my due date had came and gone and still no baby so I was pretty frustrated and bummed because like I said I had my heart set on him getting here a little early. I went to the doctor and was shocked when he told me that I had two options..I could get induced the next day or I could wait. For me, it wasn't even a question. I wanted this kid to get here as soon as possible so I told him I wanted to be induced. I'm sure some of you have your opinions on letting mother nature take it's course and that he will come when he is ready but I am all for giving him a little push to get him going :) I went in to the hospital at 4:00 pm Thursday afternoon and around 5 or so they put in the cervidil which is supposed to soften the cervix. This had to be left in for 12 hours which was kind of a bust but I survived. Once they took out the cervidil, they gave me the pitocin and an epidural and I was good to go. To be honest, I never really experienced any pain. The contractions were getting more intense but they really only felt like a lot of pressure and tightening. I took deep breathes and I was fine. I have always imagined childbirth being some dramatic thing where the woman is screaming in pain the entire time. Maybe that is how it is for some women but for me it wasn't as bad as I imagined. Sure, it wasn't a walk in the park but I would do it over again in a second. Maybe I have just forgotten how bad it actually is..?? hmm..I guess this is why women keep having children cause once the kid is here she forgets how miserable she was for 9 months and all the work the delivery is and how sore she was during the recovery.... Oh well, at least I have some time before I have to worry about another one :) When I was getting the epidural, Blake got a little light headed and almost passed out..haha and he didn't even watch them put it in..that was just when the doctor was getting out his tools! Needless to say it wasn't painful and I was pretty exhausted by the time I got the epidural but I still had several hours to go. I guess it took me a lot longer to dilate cause my epidural wore off and I was left with nothing when I started pushing. I pushed for 20 minutes and I felt like I was doing sprints without enough time to recover between each set. The nurse told me she could see he had a ton of black hair and I was pretty shocked..I thought there was no way his hair could be black. Sure enough, when he popped out there was a head full of gorgeous black hair. lol When he came it was the most overwhelming feeling of happiness that I have ever felt and I was so glad that he was finally here. It was by far the second best day of my life (the first being the day I married Blake). He was born at 2:13 pm on September 2 and weighed 8 pounds 9 ounces and was 21 inches long. Can you imagine if I would have waited longer and he just kept growing? I think he was ready and just needed a little extra push to get him to come out.<br />
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I ended up leaving the hospital the next day and we were able to take him to our new house! It was not only his first time staying there but it was our first time too! It has been pretty crazy trying to get things organized especially with a new baby around but we are all adjusting and getting things figured out. As far as our house goes, I am in love with it and things are slowly coming together. It was nice because Blake was able to take a week off of work when Cody was born so he had time to get things set up and somewhat organized. I will post some before and after pictures soon.<br />
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This past week and a half with Cody has been so much fun. I honestly LOVE being a mom more than anything. I have to admit the first couple of days were a bit rough with recovering and trying to figure this kid out but once Cody and I got the hang of things it has been amazing! I love this kid more than I could even imagine. I think he is the cutest thing in the world and I love hanging out with him all day. We are definitely best buds already. It is nice to have someone to hang out with while Blake is at work and he makes life so much more enjoyable. I am so grateful that he arrived here safely and that he is a healthy little boy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Literally maybe 10 minutes after he was born.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cody loved getting his hair washed :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and Cody. I love Cody's cone head haha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to leave the hospital!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just hanging out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out with mom and thinking about his Dad...or maybe mom's milk. This kid loves to eat!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-31321590413972144482011-08-30T05:47:00.000-07:002011-08-30T05:49:16.254-07:00A New TestWell apparently this kid has me all figured out and knew that I was testing him and instead of being obedient, he decided to give me a test....a test of patience. For the record, I am failing miserably.<span style="font-size: large;"><b> Baby: 1 Mom: 0</b></span> This little waiting game is driving me insane and I don't even know what to do with myself. I have basically given up hope that my body is capable of going in to labor on its own so now I will have to wait until tomorrow when I have my doctors appointment (that my doctor said I most likely wouldn't make it to) to see when I can get this little guy to come. People keep saying "it's your first one, you are going to be late...blah blah blah." I am 9 months pregnant and I want this kid out! It didn't help that my doctor was pretty confident that I was going to have this baby before my due date. I know he can't predict the future but this guy has delivered thousands of babies so I figured he knows what he is talking about and wouldn't give me false hope unless he was pretty confident. I think it just makes it worse that I am bored to death all day just waiting around twiddling my thumbs hoping that every little movement will be a contraction and will start this whole labor ordeal. (sorry for the ranting/rambling. I am over being pregnant and want my baby to come hang out with me).<br />
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On a more positive note, we were finally able to get things moved into our house this weekend! Thanks to the help of my mom and dad, Keith and Brittany, and Bryan we were able to get everything loaded up, unpacked, somewhat organized, and they even fixed up the yard a little so it didn't look like a drug house. We honestly couldn't have done it without them and I am so grateful to have family close to help us out. For those of you who have been experiencing this August heat know that it has been terribly hot these past few days and my dad, Keith , and Blake were outside dripping sweat for hours pulling weeds, taking out plants, moving rocks, and spraying down the house. What awesome men I have in my life! While the boys worked outside, my mom, Brittany and I worked on unpacking boxes and getting things organized. It is finally starting to feel more like a home and I can't wait till everything is done and we are officially moved in. Blake and I are so excited to start our little family! I guess all I can do for now is try to learn some patience and wait till our little guy is ready to make his grand debut. Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-14068152565097596092011-08-24T21:25:00.000-07:002011-08-24T21:25:45.253-07:00Test of ObedienceLittle does this baby know that I am already giving him his first test...a test on how obedient he is. I went to the doctor today and he said everything looks great, I am 39 weeks and dialated 2 cm. and this baby is ready to go. He doesn't think I will make it to my next appointment so lets hope he is right. I have been waiting for 9 months and I am ready for this kid to come out and make his grand debut! I feel like me and this baby have a pretty good relationship so far and I think I know him fairly well and he knows me. I know that he is pretty crammed in there so why would he want to stay in any longer and me, well I just want to be able to roll over in bed without it being a huge ordeal. I'm sure any woman who has been pregnant can agree that it gets old after a while and you just want to be done..plus I am getting bored and I want a cute little baby to hang out with..is that so much to ask for? It would be nice to have him here tomorrow but Blake and I are hoping to get some things moved into our house on Saturday and that would be great if I could at least get his room somewhat set up so I am not trying to get everything done when he is here. We also want to be able to go to our new ward out in Fontana before I am out of commision for a few weeks....so ideally he would come Sunday night/Monday morning. We will see when he decides he is ready. This next week should be pretty interesting so I will be sure to keep you all updated on how things go!<br />
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</div>I also discovered that I had some pictures on my phone from Kira's birthday and from when we had a girls night at Candlelight and saw Cinderella to celebrate all the girls birthday's in July (Natalee, Brittany, and Brooke). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the Dow girls :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little piece of Heaven. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">singing Happy Birthday to the cute girl.</td></tr>
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Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-60406252821858794152011-08-11T08:56:00.000-07:002011-08-11T08:56:57.317-07:0037 weeksI am officially 37 weeks along and feeling pretty good but I am ready for this little guy to come out. I really cant complain cause I have had a pretty easy pregnancy but I am ready to be back to normal (body, hormones, everything) and to have a baby to cuddle up to. I went to the doctor yesterday and he said that everything is looking great! His head has continued to drop lower and I have already started dialating (as of last week) so things are looking good. He predicts that I will either be having this baby early or on time so that was good news to hear. But with my luck, I am going to get my hopes up and then have him 5 days late so I am trying to keep an open mind (although that isn't working too well). To be honest I am a little torn because as much as I am over being pregnant and want that little boy to hold, our house is still in the works so we haven't been able to move anything in yet..which is slightly depressing for me. I was hoping to get all settled before this baby comes but it is looking like we are going to be cutting it pretty close. I know things will work out but just not the way I imagined.<br />
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This last weekend I had my baby shower and can I just say that it was the most amazing thing ever! My best friends Whitney Torgerson and Ashley Sourpus put it on for me and it was probably the baby shower of the century :) The theme was Dr. Seuss and they did so many cute decorations and with the help of my mom, mother-in-law, and my sister-in-laws who all brought the food/drinks/treats it was honestly adorable. I wish I had pictures but I was too busy socializing and opening gifts that I forgot to take any so hopefully I will be able to put some up that friends and family took. I was totally overwhelmed with how generous and thoughtful people are and I got some amazing gifts...from a video baby monitor to adorable outfits, to swings and bouncers and even a jogging strolller! I was so grateful to everyone who came. It honestly meant a lot to me and I feel so lucky to have such awesome friends and family!Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-46749780867199537772011-07-28T10:55:00.000-07:002011-07-28T10:55:47.384-07:00Newport VacationThis past week Blake and I were in Newport with my family and let me tell you it was a much needed vacation, especially for Blake. We had so much fun just hanging out with family, eating good food, being together, and for Blake sleeping in. Here are some highlights from the trip...<br />
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We started off on Sunday going over to Andrea and Kent's house to celebrate Kent's birthday. She made yummy "cafe rio" salads and fried ice cream for dessert. <br />
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We rode bikes on the Boardwalk...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since Bryan and Brooke's family is so big and they didn't want to have to rent bikes for all the kids they just got one BIG bike (aka. "the family limosine") for the whole family. It was so funny and the kids loved it. They were laughing for the first 10 minutes of the bike ride and people would just stare at these guys. It was pretty funny. I'm sure Bryan and Brooke got a good workout in riding this thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>So isn't this the cutest thing ever? Nathan absolutely LOVES Blake..I think they have a special bond because they both love food so much. I just think these 2 are adorable. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could just sit and stare at this little guy forever. Christopher is just so dang cute!</div><br />
We went swimming...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once again the 2 buddies swimming in the spa together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Brittany had sprayed Keith's back with sunscreen but apparently she missed a few spots. Blake said it looked like a bigstick popsicle. Poor guy.</div><br />
We played Minute to Win It....<br />
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We played games....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blake and Devon were partners for the waterballoon toss.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Bryan and Brooke playing bocce ball. Blake and I kept wanting to play them but they were too afraid of getting beat by us that they kept chickening out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">We did so much more that I didn't get on camera such as playing tennis, eating amazing food, having a movie night, BBQing with the Zylstra's, going on walks, and of course how could we go down to the beach without hitting up Ruby's for shakes. Blake and I also celebrated our 3 year anniversary and we enoyed getting to spend more time together than we normally get to. It was such a fun week and we loved getting to hang out with family and enjoy the beautiful scenery. The weather was perfect all week and we took advantage of the time and just relaxed. <br />
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Of course, this wouldn't be complete without a baby update. I am 35 weeks along and so far I am feeling great. Sleeping is a bust but what pregant woman can say she slept great during the last couple of months of pregnancy. I am more than ready to have this kid and I am getting anxious to get everything moved into our new house and get things organized before he gets here. Wish me luck :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0v_v0P5vLgnzwx3o0i0V8wt-_C6qEMWoGmYWJqTaGT67_WuAoCb8IP8fOvJPiFTvkwuIDqYcfkTFMBru0ChW04cYWxzGpE9HkmKoG1q3oXe5hH3fryIp0Eowa9nehNAp0ZEZhUEZrBRJ/s1600/we.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0v_v0P5vLgnzwx3o0i0V8wt-_C6qEMWoGmYWJqTaGT67_WuAoCb8IP8fOvJPiFTvkwuIDqYcfkTFMBru0ChW04cYWxzGpE9HkmKoG1q3oXe5hH3fryIp0Eowa9nehNAp0ZEZhUEZrBRJ/s320/we.jpg" t$="true" width="233" /></a></div>Last week Blake and I celebrated our 3 year Anniversry. I can honestly say that these past 3 years have been the best of my life. It is amazing how much each of us have grown and the things we have learned about eachother and ourselves. I am a better person because of Blake and he is constantly making me want to be even better because of the type of person he is. I am so grateful to have him as my husband and my best friend. Here are some things I love about him:<br />
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-even though he gets stressed at work and has a long communte, he always comes home with a smile on his face and gives me a kiss.<br />
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-he knows how to make me happy no matter what mood I am in<br />
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-he loves to play with our nieces and nephews and I can't wait for him to be a daddy<br />
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-he is always willing to help others even when it isn't always convenient<br />
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-he makes everything 10 times more fun when he is around<br />
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-he is very thoughtful, hardworking, and basically an all-around good person<br />
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Basically, marrying him was the BEST decision ever and I am so grateful for him. I don't know how I got so lucky.<br />
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For our Anniversary, we went out to dinner at one of our favortie restaurants, The Cheesecake Factory. Afterwards we walked around downtown Huntington and then headed down to the beach to enjoy the sunset and eat our cheesecakes on the lifeguard tower. It was PERFECT! So much fun and totally low key. Blake got me a picture frame with a bunch of different pictures of us together and I absolutely love it! It is such a thoughtful gift. I am one lucky girl :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIS8BO7HBzagcRC9f2joP9ksurn5TeKXFaBXscAU0JDh2ZgTzuvKqJ8jisEzgtbcNT2L01sXvwgPkTCWf5HIBNHXWN9E1tBkWuEYiQVuNCeM7qZJXjyamlGDV8lUb6Qdt2SEVCGVSrfQWf/s1600/kristi+and+blake+anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIS8BO7HBzagcRC9f2joP9ksurn5TeKXFaBXscAU0JDh2ZgTzuvKqJ8jisEzgtbcNT2L01sXvwgPkTCWf5HIBNHXWN9E1tBkWuEYiQVuNCeM7qZJXjyamlGDV8lUb6Qdt2SEVCGVSrfQWf/s320/kristi+and+blake+anniversary.jpg" t$="true" width="191" /></a></div>Happy 3 Year Anniversary Blake! I LOVE YOU! </div>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-62608162176432852282011-07-26T12:24:00.000-07:002011-07-26T12:30:10.750-07:00baby shower ideasI know a lot of people have been asking me what I want for my baby shower and so I figured I could give some ideas to people.<br />
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As for the nursery... I have FINALLY decided on a baby bedding.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok so I am not going all out with all the accessories or anything. I like the bedding and the colors and I am thinking to get the decorations separate. My sister-in-law Whitney said she saw some cute sports decorations at Tai Pan so I am thinking of just using the colors and doing my own decorations. But the theme of his room will be sports and these are the colors :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As far as clothes go...here is kinda my style of what I like. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">At Target.com there are some really cute tops for super good deals that I love..I think they are only avaliable online but it will give you an idea of what I like :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.target.com/Cherokee-Infant-Toddler-Boys-Woven/dp/B004HWMKFU/ref=br_1_6?ie=UTF8&node=2243008011&sessionID=176-9230923-2225128&searchSize=30&searchView=grid3&searchPage=1&sr=1-6&qid=1311705436&rh=&searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Cstyle_name%2Csleeve_type%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin&searchRank=pmrank&frombrowse=1">short sleeve collared shirt</a> ...I am a huge fan of simple collared shirts. They had these in a ton of different colors and I think they are adorable. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.target.com/Genuine-OshKosh-Infant-Toddler-Long-Sleeve/dp/B004BTS1WU/ref=br_1_21?ie=UTF8&node=2243008011&sessionID=176-9230923-2225128&searchSize=30&searchView=grid3&searchPage=3&sr=1-21&qid=1311705626&rh=&searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Cstyle_name%2Csleeve_type%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin&searchRank=pmrank&frombrowse=1">church shirts</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.target.com/Infant-Toddler-Splendid-Littles-Long-Sleeve/dp/B0045JAH6Y/ref=br_1_1?ie=UTF8&node=2243008011&sessionID=176-9230923-2225128&searchSize=30&searchView=grid3&searchPage=5&sr=1-1&qid=1311705739&rh=&searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Cstyle_name%2Csleeve_type%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin&searchRank=pmrank&frombrowse=1">simple hoodies</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/kids/baby/infantboysapparel/PRD~777026/Nike+Basketball+Tank+and+Shorts+Set.jsp">sporty clothes</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.target.com/trumpettetoo-Infant-Boys-Tennie-Black/dp/B0049XR5TI/ref=br_1_39?ie=UTF8&node=1250317011&sessionID=176-9230923-2225128&searchView=grid3&searchSize=90&searchPage=1&searchNodeID=1250317011&sr=1-39&searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Cstyle_name%2Ctarget_com_shoe_size-bin%2Clifestyle-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&searchRank=salesrank&frombrowse=1&qid=1311706100">shoes</a> ...I have to admit, I am a sucker for shoes, maybe just because they are so small but I think they are adorable.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As far as onesies go..I'm not too picky :) just more on the simple side, nothing too crazy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Basically, for clothes, I like simple things with not too much design. I love sporty clothes, church clothes, play clothes, onsies, the whole nine yards. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">If people want to go in on group gifts, then you can check out my registry at either <a href="http://www.target.com/registry/baby/XM41MONLRKNU">Target</a> or <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/registry/myregistry/index.jsp">Babies r us</a> for some ideas. There is a ton of stuff on that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">A mom could always use diapers and wipes and little knick-knacks like pacifiers, bottles, baby lotion, books, toys, etc. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hope this was helpful :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-45534826184146763602011-07-08T17:01:00.000-07:002011-07-08T17:03:31.740-07:004th of July FestivitiesI don't know why but for some reason I just love the 4th of July. I love the fireworks and the BBQ's and swimming and just the whole atmosphere I guess. Not to mention it is another day that Blake gets off work! whoo hoo! Anyways, this year started out pretty good. We went to breakfast at Tastee's with our friends Whitney & Blake before we headed over to the La Verne parade or as our husbands' call it the high school reunion. Whitney and I both felt bad for our husbands cause it is quite obvious that they don't love the parade as much as we do but they were good sports and I least they had eachother to hang out with. Whitney and I both just love the parade and it has been a tradition ever since I can remember. It used to be more about the actual parade but now I love going and watching my nieces and nephews get excited to get the candy and to catch up and see people that I don't always get to see as well as cousins and other friends. I just love it and really do look forward to it every year. This year however, I was not feeling too hot but I couldn't stand the thought of missing the parade so I ventured out into the 100 degree weather and tried to stick it out. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obviously I wasn't feeling too hott in this picture. I think I wanted to pass out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids waiting for candy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kira with a sucker in each hand haha. This girl has got a sweet tooth.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love this little girl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom & Brielle. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Blakes hanging out together.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swimming at my parents house.</td></tr>
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After the parade, Whitney & Blake, Keith & Brittany, and Kurt & Natalee came over to go swimming. It was so hot that I am sure it felt really nice to go for a little swim. After swimming, or rather watching everyone swim, I had no more energy left and could no longer put on the happy face. I was feeling pretty miserable. We were going to go over to Keith & Brittany's for a BBQ and watch the fireworks but I felt like death so reluctantly I decided to stay home. I was actually really bummed that I didn't get to see any fireworks this year cause I honestly LOVE to just sit on a blanket under the stars and watch the fireworks. Instead, I sat on the couch feeling like death all night. It turns out I had a fever and I think the heat got the best of me that day. Oh well. Hopefully next year will make up for it.<br />
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On a postive note...I am 32 weeks! It is crazy how fast time is flying by and soon enough our little guy will be here! We also found out that Whitney and Blake are having a little boy and I am so excited that our kids will be the same age and hopefully they like eachother as much as we do. We are hoping that their kid will be really tall so that he can protect our little guy from bullies :) All I can say is hopefully they get along cause they are going to be seeing a lot of eachother. It has been so much fun to have my best friend be pregnant the same time as me so we can share stories, ask questions, and complain about all our aches and pains together. For me, the only part of pregnancy that has really gotten me (besides my aching ribs) has been not being able to sleep. It is a given that I will be up every night from 2-5 so if any of you are suffering from insomnia and happen to be awake during that time then feel free to give me a call.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">32 weeks..and growing everyday.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-66422103810019594572011-06-17T08:35:00.000-07:002011-06-17T08:35:37.726-07:00Rat updateWARNING: if you are a rat lover....DO NOT READ!<br />
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Do you guys remember the story that I posted <a href="http://kristiandblakejackson.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-update.html">here</a> of the rat that camped out in my car? Well since it was such a hit, I figured I would give you guys a little update. A couple of days after we found this guys bachelor pad in the hood of my car, we set out a nice rat trap to see if we could catch him. Well sure enough, the next day this is what we found.....<br />
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First of all, look at how big that guy is. He is a monster! Second, yes that is a maggot coming out of his head and yes that is gross.<br />
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Well the story gets better. Just last week, so about 3 weeks since we caught the guy, we went to go take my car to get the oil changed. The man who worked on our car opened up the hood and got a nice surprise when he went to change our oil. He said he smelled something really bad that kept getting stronger and he soon discovered.....ANOTHER RAT. But this one was melted. Blake said he knew there was a dead rat in there because he had smelled a lot of dead rats before when he was in Guatemala but he gave up looking for it once we caught the first one and just figured it was something else. I felt really bad for the guy that had to change our oil. I probably should have given him a tip or something. So, lets analyze this situation. 1. I have been driving around with a dead rat melted to the hood of my car for almost a month now... cool. 2. We weren't just dealing with ONE mastermind, they were a little partnership, maybe they were even husband and wife and if so I am glad they are both dead so one of them wouldn't have to be without the other. At least I am somewhat sympathetic right?Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-32332105265194716992011-06-09T14:08:00.000-07:002011-06-09T14:08:40.757-07:00One Lucky KidSo today, as I was leaving to go on a little jog, I walk outside and find this big boy sitting on my porch.....<br />
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I especially loved the added message on the side of the package :)<br />
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</a></div>So let me give you a little background... Most of you know that I played soccer at BYU for the past 4 1/2 years and it was one of the best experiences of my life. One of the reasons why I loved it so much was because I had the most amazing teammates ever. Honestly.. these girls became my best friends and I would have done anything for them. The spring before my senior year, my teammates began to call me Mama.... probably because they would come to me whenever they forgot what time we had practice or where we had to meet cause I was the "responsible" one. Anyways, the name stuck and so now I am referred to as Mama Kristi by all the soccer girls. As for the milk part...well I'm sure you can figure it out but here it a picture that does some of the explaining...<br />
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</a></div>Anyways, back to the package. I opened it up and was in SHOCK when I found this amazing baby blanket made by the one and only Hallie Keenan. She is honestly amazing! I have to admit that my eyes may or may not have teared up just a little bit but I can blame that on pregnancy too right? It honestly meant so much to me.... more than I can even express and I am so grateful to have such amazing friends. This is his FIRST BABY BLANKET and I am so excited for him to get to use it in a few months. I am already in love with it. THANK YOU SO MUCH HALLIE! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the colors and the patterns and I think it is safe to say that I may just be a little obsessed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Writing on your belly is a lot harder when you can't see below your belly button.</td></tr>
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Baby Jackson (I know I need to find a real name for him but give me a break) is one lucky kid and he is already loved by so many people. Here is a few more things that I can wait for him to get to wear...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can just see him hanging out in this little tank top!</td></tr>
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This past weekend, Blake and I went on a Babymoon. What is a babymoon you ask. Well it is our last vacation together before the baby gets here! We decided to take a quick trip to Vegas to hit up an all you can eat Buffet and watch a show. We got there late Friday night so we decided to sleep in Saturday. We stayed at a hotel called Renaissance (don't ask..but all I have to say is priceline is not my favorite) and we walked to the strip which was almost a mile away. Blake wanted to check out all the different hotels so we went hotel hopping and enjoyed all the different themes and styles of the hotel. We got a late lunch/early dinner at The Bellagio Buffet and we both wanted to roll out of the place when we were done because we were so stuffed. We both agreed that the food was amazing but the dessert was whatever and for those of you who know Blake know that he is a dessert lover so he was a little disappointed. I have been to a couple of the other buffets in Vegas with the soccer team and I think my all time favorite would have to be the Wynn. Anyways, after dinner we watched the water show and then headed over to Treasure Island to see the Cirque de Soleil show Mystere. We absolutely LOVED it! It was honestly amazing the things these people could do. Blake loves to watch all the acrobatic stuff so he was absolutely in heaven. We had so much fun! To top the night off, when we were on our way back to the hotel, Blake wanted to stop and get a pina colada and when the guy saw that I was pregnant he gave it to us for free! I guess there are some advantages to having a belly :) Overall, we had so much fun and I am so glad that we were able to take a quick trip before things get a little more crazy for us... in a good way.<br />
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One final note...I am officially in my third trimester! Only 3 more months to go. I can't believe he is going to be here so soon. I am already getting anxious.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">getting bigger everyday..and yes I know this is not a flattering picture.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-70005924530125565332011-05-23T09:25:00.000-07:002011-05-23T09:25:24.211-07:00May UpdateI have been telling myself for weeks now that I need to blog because we have done so many fun things this past month but I guess that is exactly the reason why I have been to busy to get on here and post it all. Anyways, this month has been a very exciting one for us and like I just said extremely busy. First of all, WE GOT A HOUSE! We are beyond excited and are anxious to get settled in. It is going to be a project cause there is so much work to be done but we can't wait. I say there is a lot of work but to be honest, the house is on 5 years old and is in amazing condition but it is basically a blank canvas. Everything is white. So that means there is a lot of work to do to make it "ours" so that it feels like a home...so if anyone has some cute house crafts and decorating ideas, I am up for suggestions :) Here is a look at the outside of the house.<br />
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It is in a gated community and a beautiful neighborhood. We couldn't be more pleased. And we will also be in the same ward with a lot of family and friends (when I say a lot I mean I am basically related to or good friends with probably half the ward) so we should feel right at home :)<br />
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For Mother's day my mom wanted our whole family to go to the flower fields out in Carlsbad. Some of the boys weren't too excited but since we all love and adore our mom they decided to go. It was really pretty there and the kids had a ton of fun running around and getting stamps at the different stations.We went on one of the last days of the season so a lot of the flowers had died and the colors were fading but it was still really pretty and it was fun to do something together as a family.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the highlights of the day was the sweet pea maze. We all went in thinking it was going to be really easy but we were wrong. Blake wanted to show off and beat everyone so he ran through the maze. Blake wanted some additional entertainment so he t had Benjamin and Devon go though the maze again and race and bribed the winner with $2. These boys will do anything for money. It was actually pretty funny because Devon kept getting lost and going back the same direction. We finally had to send Byran in to help find him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple of weeks ago, my mom, my aunt Dottie, Brittany, and I went to the Ellen Degeneres Show. My mom and Dottie were super excited because 2 of the guest stars were Donny and Marie Osmond. Brittany and I were a little more excited for Bradley Cooper but hey it worked out. It was a fun outing and we all got Donny and Marie CD's (whoopy) but my goal is to get on the Mother's day show one of these times. I tried so hard to get tickets for that show but I didn't know how so if anyone knows the secret please fill me in. I was heartbroken that I couldn't get on this year since they always give away amazing stuff. Oh well. I guess I will just have to get pregnant next Mother's Day ;) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGPyZNp8Wk914T_fN3bS8psZsaygNXyHq31PiHeRo9h6wwbvcn1m1FdFrf2sBLDm_T008fXtcX-iz7uZ2_zlsS7e-yzDM5pe7WveaPWRg7OrFeOe2QLg9uQbQrC6ZJslOxb37bqNyeAPp/s1600/218480_967968656069_17828347_42910297_710529_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGPyZNp8Wk914T_fN3bS8psZsaygNXyHq31PiHeRo9h6wwbvcn1m1FdFrf2sBLDm_T008fXtcX-iz7uZ2_zlsS7e-yzDM5pe7WveaPWRg7OrFeOe2QLg9uQbQrC6ZJslOxb37bqNyeAPp/s320/218480_967968656069_17828347_42910297_710529_o.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple of weekends ago we celebrated Kurt's (Blake's brother) birthday. We went to Cafe Rio down in Irvine and then went ice skating and then back to Andrea's house for cupcakes. Since I couldn't ice skate, I got to hang out with Liddy and be the photographer so I had a great time. Tyson and Carter had so much fun, probably because they had their aunt and uncles hold their hand the whole time and take them around the rink. Neither of them wanted to leave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Christopher is such a good baby and every time I hold him it makes me more and more excited to have one of my own. I could honestly just stare at him for hours. I can't wait for our little guy to get here so those two can be buddies and hang out together.<br />
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I know this is a long post but I have one last story for your entertainment. The other day when we were leaving Kaiden's birthday party we noticed a nasty smell coming out of our air conditioning. So Blake decides to pull over and open up the hood of the car and take a peak at what could be making our car smell so bad. Well, apparently, my car is a mobile home for a rat. Yes you heard me correct. A rat has been living the luxury life in the hood of my car. Here is his little set up....<br />
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Let me explain what you are looking at. No we did not put a dog bowl in the hood of my car. That is where you change the oil and the little guy has been stealing our dog Colby's food and making a little food storage for himself. That little grey circle is his nest that he made out of the ventilation on the car. So as you can see, we aren't dealing with your average rat. He is a smart guy with a lot of creativity. We even put rat poison out and he ate all the up as well and yet he is still just chillin in my car. I wonder if he ever goes on rides with me or if he peaces out once I get in? It is a mystery to me.Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-75065772957408145692011-05-12T05:09:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:22:36.717-07:00LOVE vs. don't loveThese past few weeks I have been thinking a lot about things that make me happy and how blessed I am. Of course with all the good there are some things that I wish I could change but I guess those things are there to help us to appreciate the good things. Here is what has been on my mind...<br />
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1. Spending time with Blake. Honestly, I take every second I can get with him and I try to cherish it (ok that might seem a little over the top) but seriously, I just love being with him. My favorite part to any day is getting in bed and just talking (until Blake falls asleep which somethings is in like 2 minutes because he is so tired but I take what I can get.)<br />
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2. Feeling the baby move. Seriously, one of the coolest things I have ever experienced. Even though I have felt him move for a couple of weeks now, it still never gets old. I love to just sit and watch my belly move and it never fails to put a smile on my face. Oh look, there he is kicking right now. He must know that I am talking about him. <br />
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3. Taking long, hot showers. I don't know why but this has become something that I look forward to everyday. Most days I take 2 showers just because I love it so much. I could honestly just sit there for 30 minutes and be completely happy.<br />
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4. Being able to exercise. I realize how much I took working out for granted before because over the past couple of months it has become a lot more difficult for me to do but I still love it. If I miss a day, I feel totally out of wack. I am so glad that I am still able to at least jog even though this belly is making it a little bit more difficult. I definitely do a lot more walking now but sometimes I still like to jog just to know that I still can :)<br />
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5. Being an aunt. I honestly love just hanging out with my nieces and nephews. They are all so different but so much fun to be with. They never fail to put a smile on my face.<br />
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6. Being with family. This is a given but I feel so lucky to have such an awesome family.<br />
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7. Reading a good book. I think this year alone I have read more books than I have ever read before...and I love it! Getting lost in a book is one of the best things ever. Some good ones I have read recently... The Help, Matched, The Secret Life of Bees, The Host, A Thousand Splendid Suns. The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Lemon Tart. So those are just a few from the top of my head. There are so many more.<br />
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1. Blake's work hours. Don't get me wrong, I am SO GRATEFUL that Blake has a good, stable job but he is always gone and his commute is miserable. He sometimes has to work Saturday's which is usually our one day to hang out and get stuff done. I try not to complain but can't a girl want to hang out with her husband. I guess that is a good thing right?<br />
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2. Not being able to sleep. Getting a full night of good sleep has taken on a whole other meaning to me. I lay in bed just wishing I could sleep on my stomach meanwhile tossing and turning from side to side because my body is so sore from not being about to get comfortable. I have to admit that I try to sleep on my back for a little bit to give my sides a rest but then I start to go numb so I have to turn back over. I can't wait for that first night when I can sleep on my stomach again. It will be a beautiful night. The plus, however, is that I blog early in the morning..meaning 4 am. haha Since I can't sleep, I might as well get something done right. <br />
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3. Not being able to play soccer. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I went to my cousin Tahna's soccer game a few weeks ago. I wanted to be out there so bad! Whenever I see a ball lying around I still try to juggle but it isn't the same. (cool but totally random..my uterus is now the size of a soccer ball!) And of course I miss all the girls on the BYU team. Once you move away is it hard to keep in touch as well as you would like but that's not to say I don't miss them all like crazy. <br />
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4. Not fitting into clothes. So I feel like I have been in this awkward stage of pregnancy for quite some time now and I just can't get out of it. I still fit into a lot of my pre-pregnancy clothes but they are quite snug on me. Let's just say my shirts are quite form fitting. However, when I wear maternity shirts, they make me look like an oompa loompa. Seriously. Not flattering at all. And when I do wear them, I get blamed for trying to camouflage my belly. Really, I'm not trying to hide it anymore, I know it's there and it isn't going to get any smaller. I'm just trying to wear a shirt that fits ok.<br />
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5. Losing my mind. Sometimes I feel like I have lost it. I can't tell you how many times I have forgotten where I put my phone and I am searching for several minutes before I realize it's in my pocket. I am hoping I can blame this on pregnancy.... if you haven't noticed, I like to blame everything on being pregnant because that means I have an excuse.Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-74086758940457522012011-04-29T10:54:00.000-07:002011-04-29T10:54:41.619-07:00Girls Night OutThese last few weeks have been pretty crazy and I'm not going to lie a little rough. Blake has been working the night shift so he leaves at 10:30 pm and then gets home anywhere from 12:30 to 2 in the afternoon and then tries to get as much sleep as he can until he has to wake up and do it all over again. It has been a rough schedule and during the week I probably only get to see him about 1-2 hours a day..if I am lucky. Needless to say, the weekends have taken on a new meaning..oh wait sometimes he also has to work on Saturdays so Sunday's are officially the best day of the week and yet then I am dreading Monday (or should I say Sunday night at 10:30) so much that I can hardly enjoy it. Put that on top of the pregnancy hormones and it makes for a fun combination. Now if I am ever not happy Blake says, "it's because you're pregnant, right?" Yes, dear. It's because I'm pregnant.<br />
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As far as the pregnancy goes, I have been feeling great (besides not being able to sleep because Baby Jackson thinks it's funny to start his acrobatic routine in the middle of the night). To be honest though, I love it. The other night I stayed up for an hour in the middle of the night just watching him kick and punch and move around and the whole time I had the biggest grin on my face. I'm not going to lie I think I started laughing to myself haha Maybe I was delirious but I thought it was so funny. I was just picturing him in there saying, "Mom, let me outta here!" If he is anything like Blake was when he was a little kid then I am going to have my hands full. I hear stories about him as a child Anyways, over the past week I swear he has grown into a monster. I honestly woke up one morning and and was like "whoa, I have a huge belly now!" It literally grew overnight I think. But it has been fun and thanks to my sister in law Brittany I now have a new maternity wardrobe :) <br />
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Last night, my mother-in-law, Lisa, took us girls to Candlelight Pavilion for dinner and to see the play Singin' in the Rain. We had SO MUCH FUN! I love hanging out with the girls and we enjoyed eating good food, talking, and just enjoying each others company. The group was me, my mom, Lindsey, Andrea, Lisa, Whitney, and her mom Stacy.The play was really good and the tap dancing was amazing. I think the highlight of the night was the old lady that was sitting in front of us. You would have thought she was watching a show on Broadway. She would laugh at everything and would clap like you wouldn't believe. After every song I would just wait to see her response. I wanted to video tape her so bad but I decided that probably would be very polite. Another highlight was definitely the amazing dessert. I was going to take a picture but it was gone by the time I remember that I wanted to take one. So...sorry. It was a berry sorbet in this amazing shell with fresh berries on top. Honestly...to. die. for. My mom was still talking about it this morning. Anyways, we had a ton of fun and I am so grateful for such wonderful family. I love being with them and it is so much fun to get together and do these fun things.<br />
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</tbody></table>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-18101370763803919622011-04-14T05:21:00.000-07:002011-04-14T05:23:35.974-07:00I'm Halfway there!Due to popular demand, I officially posting a "belly shot" of my baby bump. I feel like my belly has grown a TON these past few weeks but I guess that means he is growing which is definitely a good thing :) Blake is a little nervous that we are going to get a "little guy" aka short. Anyways.. I am 20 weeks along so for those of you who are familiar with the length of a pregnancy then you know that I am HALFWAY THERE! I honestly can't wait for him to get here and I am so excited! I never thought I would say this but..can't it be August already? <br />
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This past weekend we got to go out to Ryan and Whitney's ward (which is also my brother Bryan's ward) and we got to go to Liddy's Baby Blessing. It was such a special day and Blake and I both adore Liddy. She is so cute and I can't wait until our little guy and her are old enough to play together.<br />
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Yesterday, I got to watch Tanner, Nathan, and Kira (3 of my nephews/niece) while Brooke went to the doctor for her final check up. She is going to be induced on Tuesday which is also Nathan's birthday so we are all excited for the last Dow boy to get here. While Brooke was gone, w had a blast just hanging out and being goofy. I sure do love being an aunt :)<br />
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</tbody></table>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-86746484475526088532011-03-26T15:46:00.000-07:002011-03-26T15:46:28.701-07:00The Last Few WeeksWe have been pretty busy these last few weeks so I have been a little behind in my blog posts. Not to mention I keep putting it off because I STILL can't find our cord to hook up our camera to the computer so I haven't been able to post any of the new pictures that I have taken. I have decided that I must carry on and not worry about pictures for the moment (although I will find a way to put some on here soon).<br />
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A few weekends ago, Blake and all the Jackson boys took a boys trip (they seem to love not inviting the girls ha) and went to Glamis to ride dirt bikes. I have to be honest... I am not the biggest fan of Blake's dirt bike hobby because every time he goes, I am worried he is going to get himself either hurt or killed but he loves it so I let him go and have his fun. He is the type of guy that people love to dare him to do stuff and he will do it just to get a laugh (and he loves to be the center of attention). So instead of telling me all the crazy things he does, he just says "we had a lot of fun" and I guess it is up to my imagination to think of how he got all his bruises and scrapes that cover his body when he gets home. So since I don't know much about the trip besides "they had a lot of fun" I guess that is all I can tell you about it.<br />
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While the boys were gone, us girls (Lisa, Andrea, Whitney, and I) got together on Friday night and went to dinner and a movie. We went to The Corner Bakery and had fun just talking (mostly about babies and kids..does that surprise you) and then we went to the movies and saw "The Adjustment Bureau". It was basically your typical Matt Damon movie and for the most part I liked it. It was just fun to hang out with the girls since we rarely get to do that. We are hoping to be able to do it more often but when you throw kids in the mix it can get a little bit more tricky.<br />
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The following weekend we had Keith's 30th Birthday Party. Since it was a surprise party we had a lot of sneaking around to do and I'm sure Keith was getting a little bit frustrated when we started planning out his schedule for him. Nevertheless, it was a huge success and we all had a lot of fun partying 80"s style. There was a DJ and Blake was in his element dancing to the 80's music. Everyone at the party loved Blake and he was the star of the show busting out all his moves. It was pretty funny. One of the highlights had to be the YMCA where my mom made Blake wear a construction hat, Keith put on his police shirt, Kurt wore a fireman hat, and Brett wore a cowboy hat. It was pretty entertaining with all those boys dancing for us. It was so fun to see family and friends that we don't get to see all the time. We had a blast!<br />
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We also got to see our good friends Jimmy and Kira and baby Jordan who came down from Utah for their spring break. It has only been a few months since we saw them but it seemed like forever! We had so much fun catching up with them! The boys watched the NCAA tournament while the girls talked baby talk and played with Jordan. She is an adorable baby and Kira even had her cute little toes painted! I loved it! They got baby Jackson a cute little onesie and some burp clothes that Kira made! *I will take a picture to show* It was so good to see them and we can't wait until July when they come down again!<br />
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Anyways...I will give you an update about Baby Jackson. By the way, I don't have any other name to call him by since we haven't picked out a name yet so Baby Jackson will have to do. haha I am definitely getting a baby bump and I feel like it is growing everyday! I am pretty sure that in a couple of weeks it will be a full on bump if it keeps growing at this rate. I am 17 1/2 weeks along and I am still feeling pretty good so I have no complaints. I have had to put a hold on buying anymore clothes for this kid because I went a little crazy when I first found out and I decided that I need to hold off or else we are going to be broke if I keep this up. For some reason shopping for a baby is so much more enjoyable than shopping for myself.Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-14080623639060859432011-03-10T19:55:00.000-08:002011-03-10T19:59:30.705-08:00Baby Jackson's First Pajamas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QqXqgXkosXJk6w7zF04k7kJ45nnp3CWyIXVT2TG-fo-jd_vrDQ-74OWb2ylYf3qlXlEKsMQgUUNu_UvAxlQ69SGAzRdba-SvTrR0NoKpCfr-D-5j6A0BQRB8clfK735WFu3fp2no3hOH/s1600/package.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QqXqgXkosXJk6w7zF04k7kJ45nnp3CWyIXVT2TG-fo-jd_vrDQ-74OWb2ylYf3qlXlEKsMQgUUNu_UvAxlQ69SGAzRdba-SvTrR0NoKpCfr-D-5j6A0BQRB8clfK735WFu3fp2no3hOH/s320/package.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
So when I got home from work today I had this cute little package waiting for me. Of course it was from none other than my best friend Whitney Torgerson! I am so lucky to have such amazing friends and family. Whitney and I have been best friends since 6th grade and she is still living in Provo, UT but hopefully she will be moving down to California soon :) I miss having her around but we still talk on the phone all the time and it is always fun to get a little something in the mail. I was so excited to see what was inside this little package......<br />
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</tbody></table>When I opened it up I found the cutest little pajamas and hats for Baby Jackson! I can't even tell you how excited I was. Not only is it the first outfit I have gotten since I found out we are having a boy but I mean look at how cute those little dog feet are! I was in love. I can't wait till our little guy is here so he can wear it to bed. Thanks Whit! You are the best!</div>Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-55733681223377621732011-03-06T17:02:00.000-08:002011-03-06T17:04:45.649-08:00Mother's InstinctYesterday we were hanging out at the Jackson's with Ryan, Whitney, & baby Liddy (who is adorable by the way) and they were wondering when we were going to find out what we were having. I had figured we were just going to wait until I had my doctor's appointment to find out because Blake is so busy with work and we wouldn't really have any other free weekend for a while (plus I am cheap and didn't know if I really wanted to spend $50 to find out the gender). Blake really wanted to be there when we found out and the only way that could happen was if we went to an ultra sound center. Ryan had talked it up and Blake had his heart set on going so I figured I could splurge just this once.<br />
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Baby Liddy<br />
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We learned many things during this 20 minute session. The first thing we discovered was that we have a conservative baby. The legs were crossed for most of the time and kept hiding its "secret" as the technician called it. Hopefully that will carry over once it leaves the womb. That will take away a lot of worries :)The second thing we learned is that the mother is always right. I am glad that Blake is learning this early on so he won't question me anymore. My motherly instincts were correct and we are having a <b>BOY</b>! I can't tell you how excited we both are. Blake was doing fist pumps in the office he was so excited. He is one proud Daddy. I am also glad that I get to keep that cute outfit that I bought a couple weeks ago. The Dow side of the family is well-known for boys being dominate so it was only necessary that we carry on the tradition of having the first born be a boy. It is so nice knowing what I am having so now we can really start planning things.I feel like there is so much to do now before things start getting busier and there are so many cute crafts that I am dying to make. Here are some examples:<br />
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I love these baby Binky clips. They are a cute accessory but aren't too girly.<br />
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There are a couple of other things I would like to make but I would have to learn how to sew first and that most likely won't happen soon so these might have to do. If you have any other ideas <b>PLEASE SHARE</b>! I am always open for new ideas. I can use all the help I can get. <br />
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Oh and sorry for being lame with no new pictures. The cord that connects our camera to the computer is somewhere in storage so I can't put up the new pictures. One of these days I will go hunt it down but for now just be patient with me.Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-44550718036254576992011-03-01T18:13:00.000-08:002011-03-01T18:13:23.539-08:00The Joys of PregnancyAlong with the lack of appetite, the nauseousness, the headaches, the never ending stuffy nose, and all the other joys of pregnancy that I have experienced, I have found one that wins the prize for the most annoying (so far, granted I am only 14 weeks). It's the dang hormones! I have never been so emotional in my life and it is driving me (and I'm sure Blake) crazy! It is so bad that it has produced one of my top 5 most embarrassing moments. I am just grateful that no one besides my unknowing husband was around to witness this horrific event. Let me explain. <br />
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One night, Blake and I were in bed watching Jersey Shore (our guilty pleasure) on the laptop. We have missed most of the new season and just decided to try to watch an episode that Blake heard was "unreal". Let me just start by saying that I am not a cryer. I don't cry when I am upset, frustrated, hurt, mad, or even slightly sad. In the two and a half years that we have been married, Blake has probably only seen me cry 2-3 times. Well apparently I was really sad because once Sammie announced that she was leaving because she couldn't be in the same house as Ronnie I noticed tears starting to stream down my face. And not just one or two but a flash flood! Yes, you heard me correctly. One of the rare occasions that I cried was when Ronnie and Sammie, people I don't even know and could care less about, broke up for the 100th time. Humitiated, I tried to discreetly wipe the tears from my face without Blake seeing me because I knew that if he did I would never hear the end of it. Luckily, I was able to get away without Blake seeing any signs of tears on my face and I knew that I had dodged a bullet but still, I am probably the only person that has ever cried while watching Jersey Shore which is not something that I am very proud of. <br />
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This is not the last of it I am sure. I have had countless other times where I have let things bother me that normally I would just brush off but these dang hormones are out of control! Blake probably thinks that I am going crazy but I swear this is normal, right? Please tell me this is normal and that I am not the only one with emotional issues. It will make me feel a whole lot better.Blake and Kristi Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856203512528785103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892146975083409936.post-26091547732387314942011-02-23T09:50:00.000-08:002011-02-25T05:08:28.252-08:00Rookie BloggerSo after being married for over 2 and a half years, I have decided that I have put off blogging long enough and have decided to jump on the bandwagon with every other married couple I know. Don't get too excited because who knows how good of a blogger I will be but at least it's a start right?<br />
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I don't know how these things work but I guess I should start off with a little introduction. Ironically enough, even though we grew up 10 minutes away from each other, Blake and I met while attending BYU in our student ward . Better yet in our family home evening group. And even better than that..he got my number out of the ward directory. Yes, you heard me right, he didn't even ask me for my number but turned to the ward "menu" to pick out his favorite "dish". OK maybe I am getting a little carried away but I love to give him a hard time about it cause I think it's hilarious if not slightly embarrassing. Blake likes to call us a Zubbie couple. If you don't know what that means then just imagine a typical mormon couple from Utah. Not saying that's a bad thing but sometimes they do things a little bit different than the rest of society. To be honest though, I could have cared less where he got my number cause I was just so dang excited he asked me out. In fact, the first time I saw Blake, I told my roommates I was going to date him. I had the biggest crush on him but was too nervous to go up and talk to him. Yea I know, I am a dork. It took him a few months to ask me out but once he did we knew it was meant to be. We were married on July 19, 2008 in the Los Angeles temple and I can honestly say it was the best day of my life. Not only was I sealed for time and all eternity to the man of my dreams but I got to eat good food, dress up like a princess, and party with all the people that I love. <br />
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After we were married, we headed back to Utah where we lived for the first 2 and a half years. I played soccer for BYU and studied Exercise and Wellness while Blake worked at the MTC teaching spanish and studying Construction Management. We made so many amazing friends while we were there and had so many good memories of our college days. We miss all our friends like crazy but look forward to keeping in touch. We took full advantage of the newlywed life and loved our comfy little Riverside Condo that we lived in.<br />
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Now we have moved on to the next phase of our lives and let's just say it has been a huge adjustment for us. Blake is working for a company called Hensel Phelps who is based out of Irvine. Currently he is working on a project at LAX and has a fun commute every day (can you sense the sarcasm). It is a miserable drive and it sometimes takes him 2 hours to get home. He is such a hard worker and I am so grateful for his sacrifice and all that he does for me. I honestly have an amazing husband who I am extremely grateful for. My job isn't quite as exciting but I get to babysit 2 kids everyday after school and it is the perfect job for me at this point since I am pregnant. I am able to get things done in the morning, go workout, and then pick up the kids in the afternoon and come home and make dinner before Blake gets home (not to mention it gives me some much needed parenting practice). We are currently living with my parents right now and it has been so nice to be able to save up our money so that we can hopefully buy a house soon. We have been so spoiled by both of our parents and we feel so blessed! We love being able to spend time with our family and love being so close to everyone. <br />
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So yeah. I mentioned something about being pregnant. SURPRISE! Yes it is a surprise to all of us, even me but I can't tell you how excited I am to be a mom! It has honestly been consuming my life! It is all I can think about every day! haha For the first couple of months, I have felt great, (shoot I didn't even know I was pregnant for the first month and a half) but the nauseousness has kicked in a little but nothing too bad. I haven't thrown up and I am in my last week of the first trimester so I am happy about that. I haven't had any cravings (besides a Tasty Bagel sandwich) and if anything I have a lack of appetite and I have to force myself to always keep something in my stomach because a lot of the time nothing sounds good. I had my first doctors appointment and I was able to hear the baby's heartbeat and can I just tell you it was the coolest thing! I'm sure all mothers feel the same way but it made it all seem real to me that I have something growing inside me. I thought it was pretty exciting and I was grinning from ear to ear the whole time. I don't know if I am obsessive (hopefully this is normal) but I am already looking at baby clothes, furniture, anything baby that you can imagine and I am only 13 weeks along. Let's just say it is going to be a long pregnancy. I do have one confession to make. I have already bought an outfit even though I don't know what I am having yet. It was just so dang cute, on sale, and I was just so excited that I couldn't pass it up. What gender, you ask? Well, I think it is a boy and Blake thinks it is a girl because he says all the boys are taken in both of our families (we have 9 nephews and 3 nieces) but I still just have this feeling...so the outfit I got was for a baby Blake. We will have to wait a couple more weeks to find out!<br />
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