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One Day at a TimeJacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-8781299454555743452013-04-07T17:53:00.002-07:002013-04-07T17:53:45.788-07:00Easter 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, I know I am a week late, but since I missed posting Kaylie's 6th Birthday, I figured it is time to update. So here are some pictures of the kids at the park right after the Easter Egg Hunt that lasted a whole half a second and there was maybe one quarter of an egg for each kid there, Community Easter Egg Hunts are quickly becoming a "no-go" for me any more... too many kids, and way too many parents its more like an Easter Stampede. Aaron only got two eggs and Kaylie got at least six, but I didn't even bother letting the twins go... no way. <br />
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Gotta love the ears... it sure made it nice when it came to keeping track of all my kids... Lydia loved the ears so much she wore them basically all day long.<br />
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Aaron quickly realized how un-manly he looked with ears... so I didn't get any really good pictures.<br />
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Meeting the Easter Bunny at the Gorcery store, this was the first year that Aaron smiled at him. Alyssa (purple bunny ears) didn't get any closer to the Easter Bunny than you see here.<br />
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Love it... this was the best picture I got... oh well.</div>
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Trying to keep the twins entertained long enough for the hunt to start.</div>
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Easter Day and all my girls... I have always been a sucker for dresses, and I always will be.</div>
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At least two of the kids are smiling here....</div>
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Had to include this one... cause I love Alyssa's scowl... too funny. </div>
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And that is it for pictures... and the twins are off in their own direction like usual.</div>
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Lydia, lil miss smiley! She is such a sweet heart.</div>
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Miss Alyssa is my curious baby, she didn't care about the camera only the tree. The only thing she says basically ever is "what is this? what is that?"</div>
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Crazy Aaron... he got flip-flops from the Easter Bunny... and that was all he cared about all day long.</div>
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And who can forget Kaylie? I can't believe my lil girl is already 6 years old and already reading and almost done with Kindergarten... my how time flies.</div>
Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-64255054548612721752013-01-13T13:48:00.000-08:002013-01-13T16:07:59.282-08:00Summary of my First Year with TwinsTechnically, my twins are now 15 months old, so this post is three months late, but ever since I found out I was expecting twins I knew that the first year would be the most interesting. I always wished that all the other moms of twins that I know, had written a summary of the first year, because every mom all "mysteriously" seems to have forgotten many of the details of what the first year was like for them.... and trust me, there are many things I can't wait to forget, but I am writing my experience down for other moms of twins, or those who are curious, this post is an<u> honest one</u> which includes ALL of the good, the bad and the ugly.<br />
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<u><b>Twin Pregnancy for me was a love and hate experience</b></u>, when it was really good it was really good, and when it was really bad, it was really bad. I got morning sickness at about 4 weeks and it lasted until about 16 weeks. And it was awful! I would work for 10 minutes, and then run to the bathroom for 10 minutes of vomiting, and then start the cycle over again... all day everyday until I discovered Ginger Caplets, oh my goodness, they were a miracle! Exhaustion... YES... it was twice as bad. I had to gain twice the weight, twice as fast (to ensure my twins got the weight they needed). The last three months were excruciating, I had gained just about 50 lbs... (that is roughly half my body weight) and my knees still hate me for it. But just knowing that I had two babies on the way was overwhelmingly humbling. I remember a friend of mine telling me that I must be an extraordinary woman, because Heavenly Father only chooses special women to send twins too. My doctors told my husband and I when we had the girls, that they always worried about sending twins/multiples home, but with us they had no worries at all, they knew we could handle it (despite running our own business, blindness and two toddlers already.) I never felt so close to heaven, as I did when being pregnant with my girls, I knew angels were present, I can't tell you how many times I drove to the store and the very front parking spot would open up right as I pulled up, it was just the little things that reassured me that Heavenly Father was aware of our situation. I hated it at the time, but I worked all day everyday right up until the night before I went into the Hospital for my C-Section. I was so tired, but I know now that it was a blessing to be as busy as I was, because I never had a moment to complain about my discomfort, or worry about what was to come, I just had to put all my trust in the Lord.<br />
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<u><b>C-Section</b></u>, yes I had to have one, and I am so grateful I did. 100 years ago if I was having twin babies both being breach, odds are very slim that I or my girls would have survived. But with modern medicine it was a very happy experience. It took just minutes to see my tiny girls, and witness their personalities instantly. Alyssa, didn't cry, just pulled both hands together to her cheek and looked around, and then two minutes later... Lydia, tiny as can be, arms out as far as possible and screaming as loud as a 4 lb 13 oz baby can.... non-stop for at least an hour. Yeah, it was hard not being able to hold them instantly, but I knew they were getting the medical attention they needed. Lydia was the first baby they brought to me about an hour later, she had calmed down, but immediately knew who I was, she is a mamma's girl and there is no changing that. Alyssa finally came to me after 4 hours in the NICU being on oxygen, and it was so hard getting her to eat... but once she figured it out... she never stopped, this girl now out weighs her twin by about 2 lbs.<br />
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I was amazed at how naturally caring for twins came. Holding the girls at the same time was easy, and I haven't had the hip problems that I usually get with my babies, because I have to have one on each hip. Picking them up, was another story, but they have always seemed to understand, and have always helped me with picking them up. I nursed both girls at the same time for 10 months... this was awful, but if you are going to nurse twins....you have to feed them at the same time or it will never work out. I was a human cow, but we all make sacrifices for our kids. The day I finally got them taking formula... I stopped, it was just too much to have to eat all day and fight two babies without an extra hand, once they started fighting with each other... that was enough.<br />
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<u><b>The first month was so easy! </b></u>I remember thinking..."wow, this is going to be a piece of cake". They slept, woke up to eat and then after their diaper changes, they fell right back to sleep all day and all night. So naturally when friends and family offered to help, I was able to say "no thanks"....big mistake.<br />
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<u><b>Months two and three were the worst. </b></u>It's like the girl's all of the sudden woke up... and the only thing they wanted to do was scream... and scream all day long, and they did. With twins, you have to have a very scheduled routine, and you have to enforce it early, if you ever want any sanity. So according to my books I started sleep training and they just did not want to sleep. So I would lay them down and they would both scream for an hour, then one would fall asleep to the other one screaming, and when the second one would finally fall asleep the sleeping one would start to scream, which would wake the one who just dosed off. They screamed all day, everyday from about 7 am until about 9 - 10 pm. IT WAS AWFUL!!! It got so bad that even when they weren't screaming, I could still hear their screaming in my mind, I seriously started to think I had snapped. And Jacob felt the same way. All my books told me it would be this way, but to stick to it and it would pay off (which it definitely did pay off.)<br />
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The bigger problem was when I needed a nap, trust me, I needed a lot of naps. So we are self-employed, and we both work at home. The worst part of the twins was that no one ever felt like we needed help because Jacob was at home all day everyday. Well... reality check... Jacob WORKS from home, not ASSISTS me from home. He almost never helped me with the twins during the day, he couldn't, some one has to get the work done so we can pay the bills. Yes, we live by both our families, but my mom works full time and Jacob's mom has health issues and a few kids still at home. There was nothing more discouraging than asking for help, when we finally hit the wall... and no one was able to help us. Because we had family around, no one outside our family felt the need to help. Now, I did get help... don't panic. Just not any where near as much help as I needed. I had a grand total of four meals brought in, until my awesome sister dropped by about 10 months later and made me a freezer full of meals (and she is the best cook ever.) I had a neighbor help with my other two kids in the summer, off and on. And my sister and sister-in-law would come babysit about once a month. If you or someone you know is having twins, ask for help now, and get it lined up before you have them, and plan on getting that help a few months after you have the twins not right after you have the twins.<br />
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Around month four, Alyssa calmed down, and they both started to sort of take naps, which made life a lot more bearable. However, Lydia still kept right on screaming. Lydia definitely had and still has colic. I love her so much, but she is the most high-strung, and easily ticked off baby. Once she is set off, she will cry for the rest of the day, non-stop, and it doesn't take much to make her tick. I went through a phase, where I had a really hard time not favoring Alyssa over Lydia just because of the strong personalities. Alyssa is very calm and easy going while Lydia was jealous and loud (always cried.) Which is one thing that only a mother of twins would understand. For the longest time no one ever wanted to hold Lydia because she would just scream. It got to the point where everyone that would visit would fight over Alyssa but no one even wanted to hold Lydia. It was really heart-breaking. Fortunately, Lydia has gotten much better, and she warms up to people now, but I still have issues with people favoring one twin or the other for whatever reason.<br />
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<b><u>The absolute worst thing for me with twins was sympathy and empathy or lack there of from others. </u></b>I hate attention, I am the type of person that likes to sit in the back corner and would prefer to never be noticed, but with twins, you become the center of attention, and comments. Whenever we go out, I have to brace myself for some sort of comment, most are just curious people that compliment how adorable your babies are, or don't know how you do it. Others say the normal "I'm so glad it is you, not me." ....my reaction... "thanks.... I guess." what are you suppose to say to that...? A real eye opener to me was that many people, friends, family and even strangers may be offended or threatened by the natural attention that twins bring, keep in mind people that may be having fertility issues, or those who are comparative. I have learned through experiences with my twins to be more aware of these personalities, and be aware that unexpected jealousies will happen much more frequently with twins. Also, if you have older kids, always make sure to bring attention to them. People will always comment on the twins, but always seem to miss that there are other children, which can cause jealousy, so always point out to commentor's your big helper or helpers, this helps them feel just as important or needed.<br />
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<u><b>Twice as hard, but twice the laughs.</b></u> Every milestone with the twins has been double the fun or trouble. To watch them roll over, then crawl and now (as of this week) walk, has been twice the fun. I love how much my girls love each other... and I am surprised at how much they bug each other! At 7 months I had to put them in separate cribs just because Alyssa likes to cuddle (more like lay on top of her smaller twin) and Lydia prefers to spread out and enjoy her space. It is still funny to me, how they can't sleep without having the other in sight. They always sleep as close as they can to each other (even though they are across the room from each other.) They always lean towards each other when in their highchair or car seats. And in the tub, they always have to be on the same end. When one falls down the stairs, the other cries until mom comes to help, or will try to pick up and help the other. When one is in time out (the crib) the other sits outside the crib and patiently waits until she is released. When Lydia was taking her first steps, and mom and dad where cheering her on, Alyssa was cheering her twin on even louder. But when they fight....boy do they fight. They pull hair, kick and bite much more than my other two do. And when Aaron goes after one, the other twin is right their to put up a fight, which usually ends up with Aaron in tears.<br />
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The biggest thing with twins is the exhaustion! Which is why I am sure most of my twin mom friends have forgotten so many details.<br />
<u><b> Here are some of the best tips I have gotten and or learned from my experience when it comes to the first year of twins.</b></u><br />
-Schedule EVERYTHING! If it isn't on the schedule, it won't happen ever.<br />
-Get all your help lined up before you have the babies, plan for most the help<u> after</u> the first month.<br />
-Plan on paper and plastic plates and utensils for the first 6 months... trust me, dishes are the last thing to ever get done.<br />
-Always do both twins at the same time for everything! That goes for feeding, diapers, naps, play, bath and ect. If one baby wakes up to eat in the night, wake up the other one... trust me, this is a LIFESAVER!<br />
-Go to sleep the minute your twins go to sleep, if you don't, you will never sleep.<br />
-Let the hubby take care of dishes, laundry and other kids for a while.<br />
-Get out, whenever you can by yourself, you will need to walk away at least once a day. Even if it is only 10 minutes, do it!<br />
-Double stroller, I use mine everyday... get one, and get the best one you can buy.<br />
-Amazon is the best and cheapest place to buy bulk diapers, especially with the mom rewards points... look into it.<br />
-Find someone you trust (beyond your spouse) and vent to them as often as you can... you need some adult time.<br />
-Be blunt with the comments. If someone says something that makes you uncomfortable, tell them it makes you uncomfortable and why...even if it is a complete stranger... just say it and walk away, this will help get it off your chest immediately... and believe you me, you don't have time to dwell on all the weird or rude comments you will get from people.<br />
-Just keep breathing... take it one minute at a time literally And ENJOY it! Like my friend said to me...Heavenly Father only chooses special women to send twins to, you have this blessing for a reason, and many other mothers will never experience this, so enjoy it, enjoy every minute!<br />
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I can't believe I haven't posted in so long...my how time flies! November and December were crazy busy for our business so forgive me as I play catch-up real quick!<br />
Pictured above is Kaylie at her School's Christmas Program, there were so many people there, that this was the best picture I could get. This program was on December 14th, the same day as the awful Newtown Elementary School Shooting, news was still breaking when I went to it, and I can't express the uneasy feeling that was in the air, at the time the news was saying that the shooting took place in a Kindergarten Class, turns out it was first grade, but being a panicked parent, you better believe I took her home right after the program. As awful as the whole shooting was, I am grateful for a reminder of how fragile our kids are, and I have made it a resolution of mine to enjoy every possible minute with my kids.<br />
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<b> Christmas Morning! </b></div>
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My kids didn't wake up until 8:45! It was a great Christmas Present for mom and dad! After literally working 15 sometimes 18 hour days all month of December, it was a priceless extra 2 hours of sleep! </div>
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Aaron is sporting his Spider-Man PJ's... he loves them. I have to tell you, they were a Black Friday (aka Black Thursday) steal at Target. They were $5, and the last available pair right in the middle of the pile of girl pj's and they were his size... it was a Christmas Miracle.... yes I am playing it up a bit... but hey, it was worth fighting the awful crowds!</div>
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Kaylie and her Hello Kitty Pj's.... she loves them too!</div>
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All the kids... I still can't believe I have four... from left to right, Aaron, Alyssa, Lydia and Kaylie!</div>
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So Kaylie brought home some reindeer food from her school Christmas Party, and since we have no front yard, we put it on the porch and the next morning most of the food was gone and the kids were ecstatic to find reindeer tracks... I hurried and snapped a pic, before they melted.Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-77001414829421395672012-09-01T20:55:00.004-07:002012-09-01T20:55:51.546-07:00Summer 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So it's been a long time coming.... this has officially been our busiest summer so far... but thankfully we have had a lot of fun too. So prepare yourself for our whole summer in one short post. Pictured above is a nice shot of Alyssa in action... she is a crazy girl... but tons of fun.<br />
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Lydia can't figure seem to figure out what is up with her twin...."she's so weird."</div>
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Because mom and dad work all day, the kids have a daily melt down at about 4 o'clock to the dot ever afternoon... so we have been taking lots of walks.<br />
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For Aaron's 3rd Birthday he got the Spider-man bike he has been talking about for months... he finally got the potty thing down about a month and a half before his birthday... so we held off on the potty prize and added it to the Birthday fun.<br />
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Dad and Kaylie trying to teach Aaron how to pedal.</div>
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So cute... these two are best buds... only problem is Kaylie's hair wasn't done yet... my kids are very early risers.<br />
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Yes... it is R2-D2... I can thank Jacob for the recent Star Wars craze of this little boy... he was so excited about this cake.</div>
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I had the idea to make the cake... and I started it but when I asked Jacob to help me... he just took over... so I have to give Jacob all the credit.</div>
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Making a Wish.... thank you to all the family and friends that came... you all made his day!</div>
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Here's my little beach babes.... I tried to get a shot with the sunglasses on... but this is as good as it gets.</div>
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Love these swim suits... they are so cute!</div>
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Aaron and the slip and slide he got for his Birthday.</div>
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And yes he is still a little squeamish of the water.</div>
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Alyssa having fun splashing in the sun!</div>
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Lydia having a blast and a half.</div>
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And yes... Alyssa drinking the water... totally no surprise!</div>
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Last, but not least.... Kaylie's First Day of Kindergarten!!!! I took her to school and she couldn't get rid of me soon enough, she kept telling me to go, while all the other kids were crying for their moms to stay... but thankfully the next day I dropped her off she asked me for a hug. I love my little girl and I can't believe how fast time flies!Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-296937040671637392012-08-04T13:10:00.001-07:002012-08-04T13:10:29.827-07:00Super Quick Update!Sorry... no pictures today... just a quick "tie-over until I have pictures to post" post.<br />
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Jacob and I have been super busy lately with our Shop, we've gotten a huge boost from pinterest over the last couple months and as a result we have been sewing around the clock and hiring more recruits... if you know of anyone in the Rexburg Area that is a good crafter/sewer and that could use some extra cash doing work at home... lemme know, we really need the help! We are so happy to be too busy rather than not busy at all, a definite good problem to have, Heavenly Father has really blessed us!<br />
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Aaron will be three next weekend, Kaylie will be starting Kindergarten in two weeks and Alyssa and Lydia are army crawling in opposite directions all the time...so the kids definitely keep us on our toes!<br />
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I'll be back with more hopefully next week! Off to do more work!Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-59905811676435013742012-05-27T21:23:00.000-07:002012-05-27T21:52:52.632-07:00Good SamaritansLast Sunday our teacher in Sunday School asked "How do we help bear other people's burdens." I knew I needed to answer but for starts, I hate answering when I could learn from others, rather than the flood of answers there was a long awkward silence.... you know the uncomfortable kind. I was about to raise my hand but fortunately someone beat me to the punch. My opportunity to share my answer passed, but over the last week that question has been on my mind and I want to reflect a little on it, just with the hopes that I can clear my mind.<br />
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When I think of carrying the burdens of others the first thing that comes to mind is the story of the Good Samaritan. We all know this story, we've all heard it hundreds of times... but I want to add a little bit of my perspective to it.<br />
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Just as this certain Jew was robbed, beaten and left to die, at one point or another we will all find ourselves in a semi-relate-able situation (hopefully not near as severe). Trials/Burdens beat us up, rob us of not only things but our pride. And as suddenly as they come they quickly leave us in our battered condition on the roadside. Sadly more often than not, like this Jew, many people are left alone. Image with me for a minute being completely abandoned and injured by the side of a road. Not just any road... a very busy road, filled with not just strangers and enemies but maybe even friends and acquaintances. Now image all these people just passing you by and looking at you with almost audible thoughts saying : "Someone needs to help them". "If I had the time I would help." "I would help, if I had the resources (i.e. money). I don't even know how I could help them." "It's not bad enough for me to get involved." And worse are the ones that pass with disgusted looks of "Well, your mess your problem."<br />
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Do you know what this feels like, or can you at least imagine what it feels like? These looks and thoughts are very common... and I, sadly, am guilty of all of them. But like the Jew I have also been the one on the roadside being overlooked and passed by many around me. It hurts, it hurts beyond reason. You need help, you may not be sure as to how others can help, but you ask for help, you beg for help but despite the crowds around you... no one is willing to take the time to help. Like I mentioned their thoughts are almost audible, and every thought is just another excuse or justification of others as to why they are not helping you.<br />
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This is not bearing the burdens of others...not at all, as a matter of fact it is a prime example of adding to the burden. Every passing glance, down cast eye, and every exaggerated detour around you just adds weight to your load. It creates that huge lump in your throat that prevents you from the ability to ask for help, and you just sit and wonder why no one around you will take the time to help you, it is heart-breaking.<br />
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I am sure that due to the severity of his situation, that this poor Jew was embarrassed and probably lost all will to live. And at the last possible minute it all changes with just one person. Someone can't bear what they are seeing, they are compelled to help. They stop everything they are doing, get down on the ground next to you and start putting you together. They pick you up, put you on their own mule, and walk themselves all the way into the nearest town. They take you to a decent hotel, get you a room and medical attention. They can't stay with you for whatever reason, but they take the time to find someone and pay them to care for you until they return again. The Good Samaritan is our Gospel. We are taught to lift people up, and to care for them as we would for ourselves... no matter whether they are family, friend or enemy... yet how many of us on a daily basis just pass these people by with our measly excuses. How would you feel if you were that person being looked at and repeatedly passed by?<br />
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To help bear a burden is to take action, it isn't supposed to be a pleasant experience, you might get dirty, it might be heavy and it will most likely be a huge undertaking. You may never be thanked or repaid, the person may even take advantage of your services, but it doesn't matter, what matters is your good intentions and putting those intentions to use. I honestly believe that people around us are given obvious burdens and left in our path for the sole reason to test us and see if we will stop and drop everything and do something... and if you can't do something, take the time to remain by their side until you can find someone who can. Every situation is different and some may require more creativity to help than others, but if and when we put the burdens of others first, all the other pieces fall together.<br />
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This is how we help bear the burdens of others, no help is too small. To those who have help Jacob and I with our burdens, whether it be encouragement, support, money, food, diapers, prayers, meals, notes, yard-work, babysitting, rides and ect... Thank you! Words can't thank you enough, you saw our need and you helped, even though we never asked, you helped. You have all been a Good Samaritan to us, and you have shown us through your examples how to bear the burdens of others!<br />
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<br />Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-75502506450381451152012-05-22T16:27:00.001-07:002012-05-22T16:27:56.740-07:00Flamm World Lately...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So this is going to be my quick photo binge for the month.... at least until I get more than 10 minutes to post. In the above pic... notice how Alyssa has a death grip on both of Jacob's thumbs? It is so funny to me how the girls really don't trust him much at all.<br />
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Gotta love the matching father/daughter hair dos... and this pic shows one of Alyssa's classic faces!<br />
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I don't know what I am going to so with this girls hair... I am thinking that her hair will be straight and when it comes to girls I'm only used to curly... it is always sticking up like this by the end of the day no matter how I style it.<br />
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The girls love to play with each other's hair... as seen here.<br />
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After about a dozen photos they are all of the sudden surprised that I am there taking pictures.<br />
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So a little over a week ago I separated the girls and put them in their own cribs. Alyssa kept ending up on top of Lydia (on the other side of the crib) and it would make Lydia really mad. Now that they are in their own beds I have to position them so that they can see each other through the bars, if they can't see each other they have a fit. I know Lydia loves the space but Alyssa keeps trying to get to her twin, every time I go in the room to get them up Alyssa will have her legs hanging out the bars as far as she can get them... when she can't get them out herself anymore... she gets quite mad.<br />
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(Yes I know her sheets are dirty... she spits up pretty much every meal... hence the reason I do a lot of laundry.)<br />
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Lydia loves her jumperoo.... (even though she looks a little spacey in this photo.) She will spend up to an hour at a time just turning in circles, bouncing up and down and humming and screaming to let the world know that she loves her jumperoo. I guess Jacob was the same way when he was a baby... it was his favorite thing to do... jump in his jumperoo.<br />
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Cute smiles... this poor girl got both her bottom teeth in on the same day last month... I have never had a baby that has had two teeth come in at the same time... funny thing is Alyssa isn't even close to her first tooth.<br />
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Last but not least... my headache right now... trying again to potty train this kid... I swear if he is potty trained by the time he gets to high school it will be nothing short of a miracle...think you can do it... come be my guest I will seriously pay you if you succeed.Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-39740921623931739642012-05-02T19:51:00.001-07:002012-05-02T19:51:13.085-07:00Superwoman?A lot of people have told me that they don't know how I do it, or they ask what my life is like, some even go as far as calling me Superwoman.... I always respond with a smile and say "I just take it one day at a time." But what I am really thinking is "Girl.... you have no idea...." I've been meaning to post my daily schedule so people can just a peek into what the typical day is like in my world.<br />
<b><u>7:00 am:</u></b><br />
-Wake up to the sound of screaming or cooing girls or my alarm clock, my day HAS to start a 7 am no later, if I sleep in... the day is ruined.<br />
-Nurse the girls, then burp and get covered in spit up.<br />
-Lay them on the floor to play while I check my shop and email.<br />
-Wake up the other kids, or let them out of their room (my kids are the only toddlers in the world that feel like they need permission to leave their room in the morning....it's great.)<br />
-Get clothes out for the girls, a few days week get all the bath supplies out, and set up for the girls.<br />
-Pull laundry out of dryer, fold it and put it away.<br />
-Put the girls in their Bumbo's and then prepare some cereal for them.<br />
-Get breakfast for Kaylie and Aaron.<br />
<u><b>8:00 am:</b></u><br />
-Feed the girls... this is a much bigger chore than any mother of on singleton babies just can't comprehend... it's just chaos.<br />
-Clean up the girls and either play with them or head up stairs for the bath.<br />
-Bathe the girls, separately while the other either plays on the floor next to me... or screams at me until it is her turn, and then the other one usually screams at me until I am done.<br />
-Get the girls dressed.... all the while entertaining the other twin.<br />
-Do hair, thank goodness they don't have much... yet.<br />
-Rock for a few minutes and put them down for a nap before 9 am... this is a must!<br />
<u><b>9:00 am:</b></u><br />
-Prepare and eat mine and Jacob's breakfast... as fast as humanly possible as I am usually starving at this point.<br />
-Throw some dishes in the dishwasher... or in the sink to wait until I get to them.<br />
-Get Aaron and Kaylie ready for the day, which usually involves a "yes/no" fight with Aaron over using the potty....if this kid is potty trained my high school it will be a miracle.<br />
-Review shop for what needs to get shipped out for the day.<br />
-Read scriptures out loud to kids and my hubby... and usually I feel like I am the only one listening to myself.<br />
-Sew a few flowers, if I am lucky.<br />
<u><b>10:00 am:</b></u><br />
-Twins wake up...usually cry or yell at me..."crap, it's time to shower already".<br />
-Run upstairs, grab some clothes and jump in the shower for anywhere from 5-15 minutes of me-time.<br />
-Jump out of the shower, throw my clothes on... go and grab the now very angry girls and lay them on the floor at the bathroom door so I can semi-sort-of get ready for the day.<br />
-Brush Teeth, put on make-up, try to do my hair (usually doesn't happen.) All while singing and dancing to entertain the girls... this is much more difficult than it sounds but I usually get ready for the day in less than 15 minutes.<br />
<u><b>11:00 am:</b></u><br />
-Girls are usually screaming because they are hungry again...so I take them downstairs to nurse again.<br />
-Burp them again and get soaked in more vomit.<br />
-Lay them down on the floor or put them in the swing and jumperoo to play.<br />
-Fight with Aaron to get on the potty again... I rarely win.<br />
-Do Kaylie's hair.<br />
-Take the kids outside for a few minutes if it is nice, but it usually isn't so I sit by the twins and sew a rose or two while they play.<br />
<u><b>12:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Feed the girls lunch.<br />
-Clean the girls up.<br />
-Change diapers.<br />
-Rock the girls, and take them upstairs for nap number two.<br />
-Come back downstairs and quickly fix lunch for the kids and Jacob and I.<br />
-Eat super fast... have to, I never have enough time to enjoy eating.<br />
-Clean up lunch, and kids.<br />
<u><b>1:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Try to get Aaron on the potty once again.<br />
-Put Aaron down for a nap.<br />
-Come sew a few more flowers, and sew pillows together for Jacob to stuff. (He's been working this whole time just in case you were wondering.)<br />
<u><b>2:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Run upstairs and put on my workout clothes, pop in a Dvd and workout for any where from 30-45 minutes...if I am lucky.<br />
-Change back into regular clothes... no worries I usually don't work out long enough to sweat enough to need a shower... one of these days I will get there though.<br />
-Print off all the shipping labels for Jacob and get anything else that he needs ready.<br />
<u><b>3:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Get girls up from nap usually by 3:30.<br />
-Try to give them a bottle of formula... their Dr. says I need to supplement... but they hate every kind I try so they just usually chew on the bottles until they scream and I give in and nurse them any way.<br />
-Get covered in more spit up... no I don't change every time I just wear it proudly, I have way too much laundry any way.<br />
-Change them again.<br />
-Put them in the Jumperoo or swing or on their mat to play.<br />
<u><b>4:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Hurry and help Jacob get everything packaged to ship and ready to go while he runs and jumps in the shower... if he didn't shower first thing in the morning it usually happens now.<br />
-Send Jacob out the door with at least 10 orders (on a good day.)<br />
-Get Aaron up from his nap... and if he isn't up already he will usually throw his after-nap-tantrum... no reason to even suggest the potty now.<br />
-If the girls are grouchy, I rock them and put them down for another nap.<br />
-If they are happy and it is nice outside I load them up in the stroller and go for a walk, at .4 miles per hour because they kids usually want to go with me...sometimes I am just too patient.<br />
<u><b>5:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Wake girls up, if they took another nap.<br />
-Put them in the Jumperoo or bouncer or swing to play...(yes, they stay there a lot...I just can't hold both of them all day.)<br />
-Go to the store, if we need food or something... but have to run back to be home by 6 at the latest. I run all the time any more.<br />
-Get dinner ready... or try to start thinking about what to make for dinner.<br />
-Make dinner, usually with a baby in one arm and the other one yelling at me from the Jumperoo.<br />
<u><b>6:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Bedtime routine for the girls begins.<br />
-Nurse them again, get covered in even more spit up and feed them cereal.<br />
-Clean them up.<br />
-Change diapers and get them in pj's.<br />
-Play for a few minutes.<br />
-Head upstairs to rock in their room.<br />
<u><b>7:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Put the girls to bed.... Hallelujah! Half my kids are in bed!<br />
-Finish dinner.<br />
-Feed kids.<br />
-Eat as fast as humanly possible.<br />
-Check the computer... I am so glad that Jacob keeps up on all this for me.<br />
<u><b>8:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Start fighting with the kids over bedtime.<br />
-Potty fight with Aaron.<br />
-Get them in Pj's...which they can never find, because their room is such a mess. I keep saying I will clean it one day (been saying that for months now.)<br />
-Say prayers.<br />
-Look for blankets and stuffed animals.<br />
-Put Kaylie and Aaron to bed.<br />
<u><b>9:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Throw some laundry in the washing machine.<br />
-Fold some laundry.<br />
-Go downstairs and sew some more roses.<br />
-Yell at the kids several times to go to sleep.<br />
<u><b>10:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Check the shop out again.<br />
-See what needs to be done for tomorrow and make a to do list.<br />
-Shut everything down, and get ready for bed.<br />
-Throw the laundry in the dryer.<br />
<u><b>11:00 pm:</b></u><br />
-Both Jacob and I are completely out cold.... it's been a long day...wait a minute, everyday is a long day.<br />
<u><b>12:00 am-5:00 am: </b></u><br />
-The girls usually wake up once and then I nurse them and put them back to sleep.<br />
<u><b>The Next Day...It all starts again.</b></u><br />
After 7 months of this ... and many more to go... I've decided, maybe I am Superwoman.. I will let you be the judge of that.<br />
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<br />Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-34353951985080326092012-04-21T20:51:00.003-07:002012-04-21T20:51:52.593-07:00Easter 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year we decided to give the awful community Easter Egg Hunt another try.... and this is what the hunt looked like just a few seconds after the horn.... call me crazy but I could have sworn that this was the 2-3 year old Easter Egg Hunt Section (mainly because of the signs all over the place)... not the Whole Family/ Whole Community Easter Egg Hunt. The whole thing was over in less than 2 minutes. Aaron only got one egg because of all the over anal parents, luckily one boy gave him another egg. Needless to say... this was that last year we will be doing that Easter Egg Hunt.<br />
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After the first not-so-fun Hunt we went to an Easter Egg Hunt that the Young Men and Young Women put on in our ward... Aaron wasn't too thrilled as you can see in the photo above about another hunt. Gotta Love his evil glare.<br />
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Here's Kaylie's age group.... right after the horn... now call-me-crazy but this is what I picture in my mind when I think Easter Egg Hunt (unlike the first photo.)<br />
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And here is Aaron... thoroughly enjoying this hunt... no rush, no adults just Aaron and all the eggs and all the time in the world.<br />
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Enough time to carefully examine each egg before he drops it in his basket. He LOVED this hunt!<br />
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Aaron cried when I gave him to the Easter Bunny to get a picture... well it was so funny that we decided to give it a try again....</div>
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Notice how Aaron is keeping a good 5 foot distance from the Easter Bunny.... I just love the look on his face... he really doesn't like this costume.<br />
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After some serious coaxing he finally heads in for some chocolate, all the while he keeps his eyes locked on the creepy Easter Bunny.<br />
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Here is my attempt at getting another picture with Kaylie, Aaron and the Easter Bunny. Aaron bee-lined before it even happened. By now all the parents were laughing at this poor little kid that was terrified of the Easter Bunny.<br />
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I love this last look at him before we left... I guess this story will be continued next year.<br />
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Random Picture of Lydia and Alyssa in their carseats after the hunts.... they were so confused as to what was going on... these girls are so used to their strict routine that any little change really throws them for a loop for a few days.<br />
I can't believe that they are almost 7 months already! They are still pretty small for their age... but that is expected for twins.<br />
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The kids in their Easter Best.... sort of... this was the best picture I could get. I love the concerned look on Alyssa's face... she loves Aaron, but she certainly does not trust him.Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-63306954272702513002012-03-16T15:28:00.006-07:002012-03-19T21:14:08.812-07:00Ironic Fortune<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKW5nghu80qtwYt6VX8LQgWIIOLJ-vt1HgO0QL6iPgXyydmQaAEmdsSO3f56ADnQUOeXX2WjSy4Mn4la7ggf_It_mI0NGnivcg_a9VtR6oup_8hoitZ0jx5K6rXoH4sZAYDCWq38pxk9v3/s1600/fortune20cookie.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKW5nghu80qtwYt6VX8LQgWIIOLJ-vt1HgO0QL6iPgXyydmQaAEmdsSO3f56ADnQUOeXX2WjSy4Mn4la7ggf_It_mI0NGnivcg_a9VtR6oup_8hoitZ0jx5K6rXoH4sZAYDCWq38pxk9v3/s400/fortune20cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720625809102171522" /></a><span style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">The other day I had another rough day, they seem to be going around lately. Jacob and I had to make a quick run to Idaho Falls to get some fabric and </span>luckily<span style="font-size: 100%;"> I was able to drop off my two older kids, I planned things out carefully, hoping to sneak in a nap for my teething twins. Well things didn't go according to plan... <i>shocker</i>...not. </span></span><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">~As I was finally headed home, Jacob noticed that the fabric store over charged us by $60, and we had to turn around, problem was that we were already a quarter of the way home. For whatever reason I lost it. Maybe it was because I was hungry, or because the twins were fussy, or because it had been a long day let alone a long week. Or </span>perhaps<span style="font-size: 100%;">, the awful drivers around me that were completely oblivious to the </span>existence<span style="font-size: 100%;"> of another car on the road...so I let my poor hubby have it. </span><b style="font-size: 100%; ">I complained, I never complain... at least not recently.</b> <b><span style="font-size: 100%;">The last time I complained was a year ago when I found out I was pregnant, and I complained about how hard and busy my life was and then a week later I found out it was twins. So I learned the hard way, don't complain because things will </span>inevitably<span style="font-size: 100%;"> just get worse.</span></b><span style="font-size: 100%;"> (I'm not saying twins are a bad thing... they just </span>definitely<span style="font-size: 100%;"> made my life much busier than I ever could imagine.) </span></span><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">~Anyway, I complained to Jacob about how <i><b>"</b></i></span><i><b>ridiculously</b></i><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><b> uncomfortable"</b></i> my life is. I hate having to drive all the time, I hate working all the time, I never get a break, I never get any help, I can't remember what it is like to sleep at night, my house is too small, I'm under appreciated ...on and on. Poor Jacob just took it in silence the whole way back to the store and ran in, while I attacked the indescribably, uncomfortable task of nursing my twins in the car...again. </span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">When Jacob got things cleared up, he came back to the car and suggested we get Chinese Food on the way out of I.F. I agreed, and apologized for the complaints and we picked up some takeout and headed home. </span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">~An hour later, after I finally got the twins down, Jacob made me sit down to eat before I headed to pick up my other two kids. After the meal he gave me my fortune cookie... now usually my fortune is something real dumb like..."you will find wisdom in time." But on this particular night it was <b><i>"You will have a very comfortable life."</i></b>....of course. We laughed about it, and I headed out the door to pick up my other kids. On the drive to my parents house I </span>realized<span style="font-size: 100%;"> my life is actually pretty comfortable. I have everything I need. I have a roof over my head, a nice car, a great hubby and four super cute kids ... what more could I ask for? </span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">~I've decided that comfort isn't things... it is a state of mind. It is funny how we sort of predetermine <i>"I be comfortable when....". </i> If we always want more things, or something better than what we've got, we will never find comfort. It is all about our focus, and I just needed something as trivial as a fortune cookie to remind me of just how fortunate I am.</span></span></div></div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-17145772078477706222012-03-14T20:09:00.004-07:002012-03-14T20:31:07.070-07:005 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8qo6zFKuG_m5lmdrceMIEaRFyCslNJ4Cag7GMahG0zdpddcYyzY0vbUEPJ0tWwb9A2wFKrCEx31q4moY7KqLfS-klshheyZI6vKGX7NB9pySCrUAM9g9lFDnLWVpvbBlrCK-oeXpyD3X/s1600/5+months+lumbar+pillows+006.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8qo6zFKuG_m5lmdrceMIEaRFyCslNJ4Cag7GMahG0zdpddcYyzY0vbUEPJ0tWwb9A2wFKrCEx31q4moY7KqLfS-klshheyZI6vKGX7NB9pySCrUAM9g9lFDnLWVpvbBlrCK-oeXpyD3X/s400/5+months+lumbar+pillows+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719956138859071986" /></a><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">I apologize for being a little behind, but life has been very busy...to say the least....but busy is a good thing in our world. The girls are 5 months old already! I can't believe it! And </span>fortunately<span style="font-size: 100%;"> they are at the stage where they are getting easier to handle (in some ways) and they FINALLY are on a schedule which makes life somewhat predictable. </span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaj3k4WlnoPZljEteE1KEeCPPrMqdp9YyoZ6jgC0vr0psV2ZDknE4EguBsLgZrV7n96EO24rZk6aXPG6IxKWwGH18-VDu2KZpYxl9-no4QWBGyfNojHGIV7jWFeZOp199p3NR97sLc-Kg/s1600/5+months+lumbar+pillows+016.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaj3k4WlnoPZljEteE1KEeCPPrMqdp9YyoZ6jgC0vr0psV2ZDknE4EguBsLgZrV7n96EO24rZk6aXPG6IxKWwGH18-VDu2KZpYxl9-no4QWBGyfNojHGIV7jWFeZOp199p3NR97sLc-Kg/s400/5+months+lumbar+pillows+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719956132225768738" /></a>Lil Lydia....look at those beautiful eyes! She is such a happy baby, she loves her twin (of course) she can't help but always grab Alyssa (usually her ears.) And she loves to gurgle and coo...she is very busy and curious...this girl is already planning on what she is going to get into...thank goodness we have a little time before she figures out how to actually get there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_R8kshwSTRCZjguO9JkRxeuIQf8xzIjpnFpi-Mj-1l4Zted0HTrDhng1iTVcNGrD_Us8ucHmzk5JCO_rne15vVunJGjMRztVuhEentQrdbdo_fRvcMzhkkT2p4Y59TrIipBs8F-zTpnK/s1600/5+months+lumbar+pillows+030.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_R8kshwSTRCZjguO9JkRxeuIQf8xzIjpnFpi-Mj-1l4Zted0HTrDhng1iTVcNGrD_Us8ucHmzk5JCO_rne15vVunJGjMRztVuhEentQrdbdo_fRvcMzhkkT2p4Y59TrIipBs8F-zTpnK/s400/5+months+lumbar+pillows+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719956113715994930" /></a>Miss Alyssa....my social butterfly, and too cute for words. She prefers mom, but thinks Aaron is hilarious (from a distance of course). She loves to hold Lydia's hand and enjoys her company and loves watching all Lydia's mad grabbing skills. Alyssa is very laid back but very jealous if mom is holding anyone else...especially Lydia. And she is a talker, and singer...if you can call it singing, she loves the sound of her own voice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK6P4H3HCFA7MeppbngQN6kmY7rR-hLpJ_npsbypiySZPRUL0zhNTuVZv6QZWPwOasGqJjS9t2PnxPiiDBmu-CGFjClhw2H8A2gJ0PLzS-o8uIez8iJ-xKyLxefXQXFZ0z_vfY8h3MHRf/s1600/5+months+lumbar+pillows+041.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK6P4H3HCFA7MeppbngQN6kmY7rR-hLpJ_npsbypiySZPRUL0zhNTuVZv6QZWPwOasGqJjS9t2PnxPiiDBmu-CGFjClhw2H8A2gJ0PLzS-o8uIez8iJ-xKyLxefXQXFZ0z_vfY8h3MHRf/s400/5+months+lumbar+pillows+041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719956106517284034" /></a>I need to get a picture of it... but both girls are thumb suckers...THANK GOODNESS... I've done the binkies with Aaron and we did it with the girls for the first two months... and no thank you... nights and days were way too long until they learned how to soothe themselves with their thumbs. Yes...I know, it is an impossible habit to break (I still catch Kaylie sucking hers and she is 5.) But it is totally worth my sanity!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-mdBvjLolsS0yp1erBevFjX5jmGDawDCX-HRc8xpvJcZ0EaV5dtxgNTVRB-M9tFKp_FEDeSOFT1wuzTDkTOc8ZNaTR56rQbiYlNQC0b-RleyWot7HO8DvUeK1Jz7YTRKzFDlzO7J5N_E/s1600/5+months+lumbar+pillows+045.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-mdBvjLolsS0yp1erBevFjX5jmGDawDCX-HRc8xpvJcZ0EaV5dtxgNTVRB-M9tFKp_FEDeSOFT1wuzTDkTOc8ZNaTR56rQbiYlNQC0b-RleyWot7HO8DvUeK1Jz7YTRKzFDlzO7J5N_E/s400/5+months+lumbar+pillows+045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719956084852884418" /></a>I am now the biggest fan in the world of leg warmers....so 80s I know, but so convenient. I can leave them on for diaper changes so no messing with pants, plus they are very cute (even though they are very big)...and the more time I save the better.</div><div>More pics coming soon....when I get the time to post again!</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-31225180763239998862012-02-23T14:48:00.006-08:002012-02-23T16:35:28.052-08:00Birthday Month<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaLpFVhduJQ5Dhbs09SCh55YO_VTnJK4rxPYWt8JcDEtDdD0lny-Me9ddBPzFBvbIPE5e7-SEIvC2K6gR-5wCGWsdHQVNDTJ2uJ1Gycn5Mca3_VfrdCRLCW6Zx0AT_qsGb_5SKiknTYHu/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+062.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaLpFVhduJQ5Dhbs09SCh55YO_VTnJK4rxPYWt8JcDEtDdD0lny-Me9ddBPzFBvbIPE5e7-SEIvC2K6gR-5wCGWsdHQVNDTJ2uJ1Gycn5Mca3_VfrdCRLCW6Zx0AT_qsGb_5SKiknTYHu/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468387128809554" /></a><span >February<span style="font-size: 100%;"> is our Birthday Month...somehow just about half the people in my family have Birthdays in </span>February<span style="font-size: 100%;">. My Sister-in-law through a Birthday party for my niece Brynnlee and Kaylie because they were born a day apart... it was a "Tangled" Party... and it was a blast...my S.I.L. is amazing...thanks Chantell. Here are some pics of the food at the party.</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxDVChrMxzbfRrG4Zwo6anoWFaBosRFqqUbRh0RkkIvO79pZi1R0MlNFt3n0yZp9fooraQvU_t7vaxdcW2rAKacNOgkZ-OAb5tDUTdCSykWDRNj-J5cz_sCv8My-7-YRLneq-evN9_mcX/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+077.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxDVChrMxzbfRrG4Zwo6anoWFaBosRFqqUbRh0RkkIvO79pZi1R0MlNFt3n0yZp9fooraQvU_t7vaxdcW2rAKacNOgkZ-OAb5tDUTdCSykWDRNj-J5cz_sCv8My-7-YRLneq-evN9_mcX/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468363660234386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJEP_gdawSfximmKT7eTx3Hm5Ui_4lmyplA3uro_YtMUGRQKqze1M8m4Y3yMKXO-i2ur1OgtPC3YWOshnpp63KqbguAZXCV0-K1xoNpykv-AD_7Vuw9DrWZJId67wqteyeaaBPXwFb2gC/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+084.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJEP_gdawSfximmKT7eTx3Hm5Ui_4lmyplA3uro_YtMUGRQKqze1M8m4Y3yMKXO-i2ur1OgtPC3YWOshnpp63KqbguAZXCV0-K1xoNpykv-AD_7Vuw9DrWZJId67wqteyeaaBPXwFb2gC/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468327816084466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Brynnlee and Kaylie tearing into their presents.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShwB8llJBMCfKm3gihM50KXebTTelRnCQ3G-YB2hUeTN28m6Im6mX05BkS0ir62E2Pg_6fJEw-HbmwK7Gim1vQ9ShwMtNOed_3Vo8TwUz3nZXYbppqB_OT0eYoxoiwSntqUKg1JfTUnDY/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+089.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShwB8llJBMCfKm3gihM50KXebTTelRnCQ3G-YB2hUeTN28m6Im6mX05BkS0ir62E2Pg_6fJEw-HbmwK7Gim1vQ9ShwMtNOed_3Vo8TwUz3nZXYbppqB_OT0eYoxoiwSntqUKg1JfTUnDY/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468047495656066" /></a>Kaylie's hot pink "Nom-nom"... so I have been making stuff for two years for a living and my kids are surrounded by pillows that they love but none have ever been theirs so I finally broke down and made them some "Nom-Noms" for Kaylie's B'day... and she was very excited to finally get one of mommy's pillows for herself.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMJBrdmx9IJFT5GtCkL9tnSl0rJdU0WfVzfuV00gzFLkadKDmdfGdW6bQ-I8wjA2_jS-QikUPdNov9hgabMOswqLIiHFL6TcGlNVFmi-2uoJjuDfnWTrIYf5vL-eue99bMkAzYj3GrQR6/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+111.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMJBrdmx9IJFT5GtCkL9tnSl0rJdU0WfVzfuV00gzFLkadKDmdfGdW6bQ-I8wjA2_jS-QikUPdNov9hgabMOswqLIiHFL6TcGlNVFmi-2uoJjuDfnWTrIYf5vL-eue99bMkAzYj3GrQR6/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468043540005410" /></a>Love this picture... she wanted a big stuffed Unicorn for her B'day and here you can see by the look on her face that she got it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1ywItP5cXP2dfRzNHEQiDm3qSe8nWawXYdslasGQEtnaRmwgPWo_jE0F_A-8-3NxWyzf_ApcHHKnNramY6WDGMHnnDUyr-gXjfLCDX8zcUDoxC6t1oRnF6ujqyCgScm5y5qaDHIME0Ln/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+112.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1ywItP5cXP2dfRzNHEQiDm3qSe8nWawXYdslasGQEtnaRmwgPWo_jE0F_A-8-3NxWyzf_ApcHHKnNramY6WDGMHnnDUyr-gXjfLCDX8zcUDoxC6t1oRnF6ujqyCgScm5y5qaDHIME0Ln/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468036446517986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And here is her My little Pony Unicorn!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMOQe1b3_FHNNCatzq3QxPElk4Fr-DiAAjmECPkfbCCbMwT-VX2SYJeeM0dA0AZQcQwT-KJvUxkQXUE5bfV097FuXDRKVgKMwVQm1u6N6P74UA3zRM0m0vj7I44vvUtsshJ1QnrfUd-l5/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+118.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMOQe1b3_FHNNCatzq3QxPElk4Fr-DiAAjmECPkfbCCbMwT-VX2SYJeeM0dA0AZQcQwT-KJvUxkQXUE5bfV097FuXDRKVgKMwVQm1u6N6P74UA3zRM0m0vj7I44vvUtsshJ1QnrfUd-l5/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712468010875842306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh...how she loves this Unicorn!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPYDhtkdDvzSDQjA4UcN-8gUjl5rI5hVHXaHkf8sWyD_QuuADR9_raFGrsMMZu-L0q2ACiVx8xWaLLLMWlc4MzTpTa9M-gbP5YzNcqrurNeLvVv3onDzcgMBLBm01_dbjhEF_1ToWpLC0/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+120.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPYDhtkdDvzSDQjA4UcN-8gUjl5rI5hVHXaHkf8sWyD_QuuADR9_raFGrsMMZu-L0q2ACiVx8xWaLLLMWlc4MzTpTa9M-gbP5YzNcqrurNeLvVv3onDzcgMBLBm01_dbjhEF_1ToWpLC0/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467614315875490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Love this shot...didn't mean for it to turn out this way...just did!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-s_kZGNMZIxpw-sl_tr9G7qdpYDeLt7csuYI9gvROuRlW-yYrkQrENDpdipVdTSLuIdZKob-kvL1qwAOybk-lRWSn7PfP6N8ED-_M1RInZv0FIAWItLY2XoG4lMGNyWtYtWFsj-UNU-LB/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+122.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-s_kZGNMZIxpw-sl_tr9G7qdpYDeLt7csuYI9gvROuRlW-yYrkQrENDpdipVdTSLuIdZKob-kvL1qwAOybk-lRWSn7PfP6N8ED-_M1RInZv0FIAWItLY2XoG4lMGNyWtYtWFsj-UNU-LB/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467606801065634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to my brother Matthew...my kids are obsessed with Angry Birds.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFLSQeMEuzuAp460P8mRM7UZj2OEXo3F_YQgpj285SKyrn8ZzXwBnrDi2d2N4lPNCJ7ZFGFWxzST_o_t669qHBO0TlfKTleuNm0YkRumjcMC7IGRRqztTh8JF58A20mQaR_ZwUjeC5Zet/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+148.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFLSQeMEuzuAp460P8mRM7UZj2OEXo3F_YQgpj285SKyrn8ZzXwBnrDi2d2N4lPNCJ7ZFGFWxzST_o_t669qHBO0TlfKTleuNm0YkRumjcMC7IGRRqztTh8JF58A20mQaR_ZwUjeC5Zet/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467573669054866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe my baby girl is 5!!! My how time flies!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1kbFLMU25IlSpYz6gGtgGRcuYK0aOb5qAZ6Raov9BzjzLpZ_9K4SFnTjutdVdcqPP5ZD0bdtclY_QYNB-MKRcdRFXz8JcMU12b37hyphenhyphenKjPJh8kCYTTGonJIOsFyLnUA7ey6l9Y7d9AkRy/s1600/felt+bow+nom+nom+151.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1kbFLMU25IlSpYz6gGtgGRcuYK0aOb5qAZ6Raov9BzjzLpZ_9K4SFnTjutdVdcqPP5ZD0bdtclY_QYNB-MKRcdRFXz8JcMU12b37hyphenhyphenKjPJh8kCYTTGonJIOsFyLnUA7ey6l9Y7d9AkRy/s400/felt+bow+nom+nom+151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467547888453378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm513fDrifHfbV4ATQhvGDfF7HBkfnkoo16zwwmdo0-hMPF3DEKWZnniNQIQhnQMJdu86Qlo05-wah3C1P-UVydOxVcG_u6hkh1TFKiai2ScO5U-SbCWQcx3u9MBIRewuzmeM8muzg2b1/s1600/birthday+and+bows+002.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm513fDrifHfbV4ATQhvGDfF7HBkfnkoo16zwwmdo0-hMPF3DEKWZnniNQIQhnQMJdu86Qlo05-wah3C1P-UVydOxVcG_u6hkh1TFKiai2ScO5U-SbCWQcx3u9MBIRewuzmeM8muzg2b1/s400/birthday+and+bows+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467109078856290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my Birthday....by the time it rolls around I am so sick of B'days! And yes I'm 27.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsdb7ML6oe9R6EioGCVDzWFhRJbBwmHb4J2hyphenhyphen3Wi5i7hHSyV4UiTvzSexPpKDr5zT8UybCEbQjY3bXgs_J7liEW31VmZg47w2Jn5KKkM-KXDJNXN7tqasLnt8ezB6ZPKWoykgrcvJHECZ/s1600/birthday+and+bows+004.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsdb7ML6oe9R6EioGCVDzWFhRJbBwmHb4J2hyphenhyphen3Wi5i7hHSyV4UiTvzSexPpKDr5zT8UybCEbQjY3bXgs_J7liEW31VmZg47w2Jn5KKkM-KXDJNXN7tqasLnt8ezB6ZPKWoykgrcvJHECZ/s400/birthday+and+bows+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467079825516034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6s5tb4D8c-D1ntonuiJYAsMrxN6jeFFDZN4yVaC9GzswO_2s0IGbVcrHGDkXkd8ZlrSgrmNAtpM0RfIiXl6cnGi-_xBvHZ9v7SSozHpVrK4p22fOjxC8gvm2-WXgFWzte5Zj-K30U2ylP/s1600/birthday+and+bows+005.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6s5tb4D8c-D1ntonuiJYAsMrxN6jeFFDZN4yVaC9GzswO_2s0IGbVcrHGDkXkd8ZlrSgrmNAtpM0RfIiXl6cnGi-_xBvHZ9v7SSozHpVrK4p22fOjxC8gvm2-WXgFWzte5Zj-K30U2ylP/s400/birthday+and+bows+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712467056208086258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I hate pics of myself but Aaron looks so cute helping me blow out the candles.</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-27367564614954429762012-02-02T16:04:00.001-08:002012-02-02T16:21:24.997-08:004 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuiCbS-Y5x7JtKWIGsv85HpcuouTrS9sAvoYADnDqfDqlipARW0uHyL3UtvvoY-8_TnvWj-wrVq8YIdlgW9b4txlC6o1l6zLA34GUo_CZpmeInrX6gQnLfA9lR3Jgr_OaLRjGEP9a7ucD/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuiCbS-Y5x7JtKWIGsv85HpcuouTrS9sAvoYADnDqfDqlipARW0uHyL3UtvvoY-8_TnvWj-wrVq8YIdlgW9b4txlC6o1l6zLA34GUo_CZpmeInrX6gQnLfA9lR3Jgr_OaLRjGEP9a7ucD/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704694259092740146" /></a>I can't believe that my babies are 4 months old already! It has gone by so fast yet so slow at the same time! I think that the best way to describe it all is that it is just like the movie Ground Hog Day... seriously... everything just happens over and over again. But thank goodness some days are better than others. It seems like the 4 month mark has been a definite improvement over months 2 and 3. The girls have found their thumbs or fists (I got over the pacifier runs so fast.) and they can sooth themselves to sleep, which makes life much easier. We are still working on naps but at least most nights are decent. My favorite thing of all... the smiles... they make my day!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0UZ67IpmYxhpC2dFfCEkZ4ufXhaJxj0_gp0C7xPTOaRbJWZFslSUcNtyZJlG_mn5EPzhGPVHfKH_Q81VvZA7yHXPVDtb7EAZCT7hQBi6fWZTtBWTZjfHaaWSesRcPUcuPySwvdCF83pe/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0UZ67IpmYxhpC2dFfCEkZ4ufXhaJxj0_gp0C7xPTOaRbJWZFslSUcNtyZJlG_mn5EPzhGPVHfKH_Q81VvZA7yHXPVDtb7EAZCT7hQBi6fWZTtBWTZjfHaaWSesRcPUcuPySwvdCF83pe/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704694255037211922" /></a>At 4 months they weight 11 lbs and are still pretty tiny for their age... but they are right on target with everything else.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwGJ4EgsnDZ9zlxKU1GpmEPbTeSMmywnY-E8Bgl8HqcIJBVftuUDN0fNnadFZv51hCK_vxjdjevTWO82GRXijFq2L_16LvAJWadOpbiY1sFhKKbv3zEzusDQ1pyNMbYzOGFXyRTrOil6y/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwGJ4EgsnDZ9zlxKU1GpmEPbTeSMmywnY-E8Bgl8HqcIJBVftuUDN0fNnadFZv51hCK_vxjdjevTWO82GRXijFq2L_16LvAJWadOpbiY1sFhKKbv3zEzusDQ1pyNMbYzOGFXyRTrOil6y/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704694248904556226" /></a>Miss Alyssa! She is my social baby, she loves faces, and wants to steal the show... but that also makes her my meanie greenie ... she gets very jealous whenever I tend to Lydia and it makes getting anything done a process to say the least.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYy9zj5auyA6QMuOvHpF_95dTi36wUtrdO1Lb1RWlXWP0g6uNuW01JFl_2JrEJYUQKxxnhRdK4rzlL1oOMt2sZijQ-hG50UnSrzuiiPIOYAazQJ1HlZrstYBk8wC5mPIubrvcaV_j83q-Q/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYy9zj5auyA6QMuOvHpF_95dTi36wUtrdO1Lb1RWlXWP0g6uNuW01JFl_2JrEJYUQKxxnhRdK4rzlL1oOMt2sZijQ-hG50UnSrzuiiPIOYAazQJ1HlZrstYBk8wC5mPIubrvcaV_j83q-Q/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704693987772561298" /></a>Lil Lydia, is my curious, and on the move baby, and she is my drama queen anything bad that happens will happen to her and you will hear about it for a very long time. She is constantly studying everything around her and reaching for it. She can turn herself in a full circle on her back. She just loves company especially Alyssa's company... she is always reaching for Alyssa's hand.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzOGIQ7PU8qjc46wAdLdy_Q4nAnqrN2NUUMfpdgsKXj0joCkuxxeDU6JKOGFc6NVJoB5RigUvlKH2VTdxdD3xXhEcw3hV7Q3Zkknm_X6nOh-q3tmfwmZW6dMAnP3_7egbh8BOHvOBjtzq/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzOGIQ7PU8qjc46wAdLdy_Q4nAnqrN2NUUMfpdgsKXj0joCkuxxeDU6JKOGFc6NVJoB5RigUvlKH2VTdxdD3xXhEcw3hV7Q3Zkknm_X6nOh-q3tmfwmZW6dMAnP3_7egbh8BOHvOBjtzq/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704693985824628546" /></a>Their favorite thing to do it play on their play mat together. Usually Lydia does all the playing while Alyssa just sucks her thumb and watches Lydia's skills.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIFaaaYZs6VrHPFqdVoypgMbaKwq1ZPFwuHWQBdKPRGEVVwmOLGgrFb13mVkLNJ2JFZYlRKZrCRuS_05SlBZotNHKxBlEgK1ChVrvz7dwO3jZcTU8qONli4anvwq2XaYhlTTFCgYuRm6M/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIFaaaYZs6VrHPFqdVoypgMbaKwq1ZPFwuHWQBdKPRGEVVwmOLGgrFb13mVkLNJ2JFZYlRKZrCRuS_05SlBZotNHKxBlEgK1ChVrvz7dwO3jZcTU8qONli4anvwq2XaYhlTTFCgYuRm6M/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704693966805317250" /></a>Here they are after a good nap... Lydia turned herself all the way upside down without moving to either side... she does this all the time. I'm sure it won't be too long before we need to set up the other crib and separate these cuties.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGgdJb4_pLzPeDWYPwl8kItybtU6u0amk0Buy0h3dYxUvvCbo6tv5VCaCTviEZe6ruoxdhG5uPSwx_0RSeCfNv7SkytPr-o9ut2US-pLJMtXa-Ib3okdvMvchDU_nqTHrSwDGKYsbLTf_/s1600/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGgdJb4_pLzPeDWYPwl8kItybtU6u0amk0Buy0h3dYxUvvCbo6tv5VCaCTviEZe6ruoxdhG5uPSwx_0RSeCfNv7SkytPr-o9ut2US-pLJMtXa-Ib3okdvMvchDU_nqTHrSwDGKYsbLTf_/s400/4+months+turquoise+nom+nom+173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704693965678490738" /></a>And I can't leave Aaron out... every time I take pics of the twins he asks to have his picture taken too. Gotta love his messy face... he is definitely my lil stinker!Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-61672287899138715152012-01-19T16:11:00.000-08:002012-01-19T16:43:52.516-08:00Survival Mode and PreSchool!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBejLuK2Rd-vtkq8NkwxJ3iJ9SOO80Nf7kFpPA16NVZzrNmPjb7TcOYJq_5DY7yktFq2nxxcBzT8rtbMqpKRNavxAyGpVQakWH5DDJ0ppdmPHg6VDgGCjSSg-ew7egb7MQHtx-UUJBCdHq/s1600/preschool+3+months+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBejLuK2Rd-vtkq8NkwxJ3iJ9SOO80Nf7kFpPA16NVZzrNmPjb7TcOYJq_5DY7yktFq2nxxcBzT8rtbMqpKRNavxAyGpVQakWH5DDJ0ppdmPHg6VDgGCjSSg-ew7egb7MQHtx-UUJBCdHq/s400/preschool+3+months+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500823042681186" /></a>Image two babies crying in your home for the majority of the day... everyday... and that, my friends is the reality of 2-3 month old twins. The first month was easy because they were born early and they slept all the time... but the second and third months were super tough just because these cuties refused to sleep during the days. And their protests made everyday mighty long... that is for sure!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzFTSVd3BqB8q3aR_CWOI7y9NUqlp5M5fNyZdB3Jx8Qe9wAWOYen06_tlPiNPNyaXlqZ7y4nBNEHsqy8-QNMiFPOCIvCYqJMwlvoZa1CB1a60GQRPNhg35iFZyOP5HvXvcO41xhWKGWcy/s1600/preschool+3+months+027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzFTSVd3BqB8q3aR_CWOI7y9NUqlp5M5fNyZdB3Jx8Qe9wAWOYen06_tlPiNPNyaXlqZ7y4nBNEHsqy8-QNMiFPOCIvCYqJMwlvoZa1CB1a60GQRPNhg35iFZyOP5HvXvcO41xhWKGWcy/s400/preschool+3+months+027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500816575415026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yep.... this is an unfortunate reality of twinfants!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggI9f_cI_JTdOcEauJEIhDFzrHTWQA_8ucuqdx_hNcYKBxKpmMZfGIYixweoHhu3q8TodghYG9QIhVSUKrUiWm9b_1bRaAYFAfznRzJ2M6ehCSQ_-ivPCvunt94ACxNtS2oqsaxRUhAg3x/s1600/preschool+3+months+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggI9f_cI_JTdOcEauJEIhDFzrHTWQA_8ucuqdx_hNcYKBxKpmMZfGIYixweoHhu3q8TodghYG9QIhVSUKrUiWm9b_1bRaAYFAfznRzJ2M6ehCSQ_-ivPCvunt94ACxNtS2oqsaxRUhAg3x/s400/preschool+3+months+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500604442600690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lot's of soothing... and plugs... because the crying was driving us insane! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnspdqL_1Mui6IVoM3rY2CrONOoAt7dlyli6-GBkLywSc3ta4hS1K53dYasxZMIU1ICCR_kpuF1N-BkAWrXkSH_uLxKlRjDpWF87KS2UXxbps_4Gh0ByDkekWdSATBpQnEyJfaLpnYQgt/s1600/preschool+3+months+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnspdqL_1Mui6IVoM3rY2CrONOoAt7dlyli6-GBkLywSc3ta4hS1K53dYasxZMIU1ICCR_kpuF1N-BkAWrXkSH_uLxKlRjDpWF87KS2UXxbps_4Gh0ByDkekWdSATBpQnEyJfaLpnYQgt/s400/preschool+3+months+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500593394576130" /></a><span style="text-align: center; ">At least they calm down pretty easy as long as they are being held. I always thought it was weird that when you ask twin moms how they got first few months they all say that they can't remember, they just did what they had to to survive, I am happy to hear that these awful memories sort of faded from their minds... because that means they were temporary. And thank goodness some days are better than others.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcfjA36W7s8S4G2s77NY8ibVa7d6AA7XBDuXxDIAZ36_Uuf4ZadLfvniE2K1fSFaZZYnqP8ZoqYrhXK9jNXHoEUamy0mXuFIWDhh8xNqETIOWnUuvRJLKySXPi_XB26c0nrtEtIkETo_J/s1600/preschool+3+months+073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcfjA36W7s8S4G2s77NY8ibVa7d6AA7XBDuXxDIAZ36_Uuf4ZadLfvniE2K1fSFaZZYnqP8ZoqYrhXK9jNXHoEUamy0mXuFIWDhh8xNqETIOWnUuvRJLKySXPi_XB26c0nrtEtIkETo_J/s400/preschool+3+months+073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500584826463426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On the flip side... Kaylie started Pre-School Yesterday and she is in Heaven... this poor girl is so ready for school. She would stay all day everyday if they would let her. I can't believe my baby girl is almost 5!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9coPshjZiAr46UegkFDj4TbLGf3QP2AcfZYjZfPQbKaKqFFlQN2XJbTh5XPaOl294-DQRF0P8k1guC03UBPAv_KSe_w7dIN4ksriLAOMgjcFLE97VAuuVLJsOEwB2X2CeCsZbrzjqadd3/s1600/preschool+3+months+072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9coPshjZiAr46UegkFDj4TbLGf3QP2AcfZYjZfPQbKaKqFFlQN2XJbTh5XPaOl294-DQRF0P8k1guC03UBPAv_KSe_w7dIN4ksriLAOMgjcFLE97VAuuVLJsOEwB2X2CeCsZbrzjqadd3/s400/preschool+3+months+072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699500576096459298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can't forget Aaron... and his McMissile car... he had to get in on the action!</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-90897817310687841762012-01-03T15:14:00.000-08:002012-01-03T15:27:03.371-08:006 Year Anniversary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLEdnGetEeFkDY4cYcqrCTRfeKDXz0QGafAMQiCFJCTTIBFTjjRwfJJz64oE3os1hqbZH6WXU2fINXiZtHpjze0eRfLrUzSvB6tW1MRQ5F5rAjeGlZdtDEsR_1ZDwJ3IntTlLoCZFBPeF/s1600/Halloween+2009+167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLEdnGetEeFkDY4cYcqrCTRfeKDXz0QGafAMQiCFJCTTIBFTjjRwfJJz64oE3os1hqbZH6WXU2fINXiZtHpjze0eRfLrUzSvB6tW1MRQ5F5rAjeGlZdtDEsR_1ZDwJ3IntTlLoCZFBPeF/s400/Halloween+2009+167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693548687384205458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">~Yes, I know... we really need to get an updated picture, and we will.....eventually. </div><div><br /></div><div>~This was our wedding announcement picture... and it is hard to believe that it is already our 6th Anniversary! We've been through a lot together... school, work, more school, Cone Dystrophy diagnosis (Jacob's eye condition), job loss, 6 moves, 4 kids (all under 4), building businesses and the list goes on and on! Even though we've been through a lot... I'm glad that I've had my Best Friend right there with me every step of the way... and the best part is we have the rest of Eternity together... who could ask for a better thing to celebrate!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~Love you tons Jacob, and thanks for everything! ;)</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-45506795542359555142012-01-01T19:43:00.000-08:002012-01-01T20:19:31.051-08:00Christmas and Colds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4EL0VFv0WVMgMkGq1EB79C5N-VLccRv4MHKj39WUDLtSjm8WngFah8TPA6_XwPDnZZcp6Ba3NDbBQLYg-kLy6Traik8ATziu0q3MHJWlhcmIsCeVDqODUZY19WCWsYy0ytMfxLkjHjTP/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4EL0VFv0WVMgMkGq1EB79C5N-VLccRv4MHKj39WUDLtSjm8WngFah8TPA6_XwPDnZZcp6Ba3NDbBQLYg-kLy6Traik8ATziu0q3MHJWlhcmIsCeVDqODUZY19WCWsYy0ytMfxLkjHjTP/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876946200021458" /></a>One of our Christmas traditions is to open new pajamas on Christmas Eve... so we went to JoJo's (my mom) house and opened them up with the whole family! Aaron was so excited to finally get the "okay" to actually open up a present, the little stinker kept sneaking off with gifts and trying to open them... but fortunately he never succeeded.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tOrbm9YOFeUSod31-9e77blWy4UAfN4R7Q9r9xQOlwRgxVgNFaV44Yq6gIt0lUQy6BdCux8XDwHjBeyeCqsVaQlKTbHFIWWE_okkg1BgWXILcYKgwT_z3o_B9a3zi6LylyKpFocnerK4/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tOrbm9YOFeUSod31-9e77blWy4UAfN4R7Q9r9xQOlwRgxVgNFaV44Yq6gIt0lUQy6BdCux8XDwHjBeyeCqsVaQlKTbHFIWWE_okkg1BgWXILcYKgwT_z3o_B9a3zi6LylyKpFocnerK4/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876941619537266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And he got Toy Story Pj's! He was so excited about that... he loves Woody!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoSQ2nn2iW_SWnCaqtdUk46wvTRErAa6PbL0LdOGxNZSocc2HNgM4A6V3p6lCJacQcnzOkhk9jnzXhGRn_FltLHZLP-8EXfRueY6Rqo4Uofj2c7pNBjKJkOcKgG-f40_qxNpfYNaqXtYu/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoSQ2nn2iW_SWnCaqtdUk46wvTRErAa6PbL0LdOGxNZSocc2HNgM4A6V3p6lCJacQcnzOkhk9jnzXhGRn_FltLHZLP-8EXfRueY6Rqo4Uofj2c7pNBjKJkOcKgG-f40_qxNpfYNaqXtYu/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876796388073666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kaylie got Minnie Mouse Pj's.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjlBgfH2WlJlb7CHLwDtUuU6jPkbhy32y1vdJCRWkISCUuHCR9rPL3bANDxjy8oPCnmHTl5yR3gmnQIdgGtoLlaOHKYaa2gL6c2MIH358cSoMEdxLx8kdWpedcx-tHjPTT5irmF1u-SNo/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjlBgfH2WlJlb7CHLwDtUuU6jPkbhy32y1vdJCRWkISCUuHCR9rPL3bANDxjy8oPCnmHTl5yR3gmnQIdgGtoLlaOHKYaa2gL6c2MIH358cSoMEdxLx8kdWpedcx-tHjPTT5irmF1u-SNo/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876788411524674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNEa7jGvSH43fDl3c52hyphenhyphenE0_Xn6JVKHoqLXmAT024pxTqdaEmeDJq7Xd0B3bUMbfIPbUfCTkrKU5Ob_v2OZBfPP0ER5jLtJ1JBVpvxD_-Ddjx7nvdxeYH-BG7Ds6L1OT0j9o9-M_Kuqw9/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNEa7jGvSH43fDl3c52hyphenhyphenE0_Xn6JVKHoqLXmAT024pxTqdaEmeDJq7Xd0B3bUMbfIPbUfCTkrKU5Ob_v2OZBfPP0ER5jLtJ1JBVpvxD_-Ddjx7nvdxeYH-BG7Ds6L1OT0j9o9-M_Kuqw9/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876781677707602" /></a>Kaylie is finally to the age where she understands Christmas and Santa and she was getting to excited about it, and she was working Aaron over too so both kids were super wired on Christmas Eve and by the time they got home they literally ran to bed... and crashed... I mean they ALL fell asleep instantly, I can't express to you what a miracle that was... they were so excited for Santa to come.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAUl-dnuffSHTrbPKkXUg_ZZOJizoX6J4M3FjsEYDz8vL9RlVzoWwUooj0ngnzIt7DXJdmuYSNo575qSayD2JoAtGY5ilpwMn4-zNVAXQgQA9XeHRJYJRX7cbscUreIJWEmmk-_MgEbWn/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAUl-dnuffSHTrbPKkXUg_ZZOJizoX6J4M3FjsEYDz8vL9RlVzoWwUooj0ngnzIt7DXJdmuYSNo575qSayD2JoAtGY5ilpwMn4-zNVAXQgQA9XeHRJYJRX7cbscUreIJWEmmk-_MgEbWn/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876427187266930" /></a>Christmas Morning... I had to wake all the kids up... just before 8... so that we could get everything opened and ready in time for church. Aaron sat on Santa's lap just days before Christmas and asked Santa for a toy train set... and Santa brought it and set it up right in front of the tree for him... Aaron was so excited!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLqMHgzAU2T_KQesPWRP4Dw1YEg-kTSZylFMeCI_ZGCTupPNP-RiX4OW6gH4atJdAA9j7IKtTUowl3CpHTsuGu8XeYgBrVSscITFZ4jxLL5vr75nJ_2cx7Ia_Nfux1yi42dfjN4tmrZZL/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLqMHgzAU2T_KQesPWRP4Dw1YEg-kTSZylFMeCI_ZGCTupPNP-RiX4OW6gH4atJdAA9j7IKtTUowl3CpHTsuGu8XeYgBrVSscITFZ4jxLL5vr75nJ_2cx7Ia_Nfux1yi42dfjN4tmrZZL/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876423329134690" /></a>"Pop-Tarts... for Christmas?" No... inside was a dress for Kaylie... so there is a story behind this. When Jacob and I where first married I thought it was so weird that the Flamm's wrapped almost all their gifts in cereal, and food boxes. But as the years fly by I see the ingeniousness of it all... it is cheap and much more fun for the kids... (they even got some things in humidifier boxes... the confusion on their faces was priceless.) Best of all they don't know if they are getting clothes because nothing is in a shirt box... and it is the only way I can get Aaron to open his clothes up at all. ;)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHMn5EdSXHtsV3hJ7c5l3GgRliqbguEEGgk-EqJIv9ByieufX5ppd76A2tRgic08LEReABTK3s7VJgdnH4_i_xiDOKiPtcAs0RwsBDtbMexdeDC_VUoGDAUO9VPbYSRAzSON2adviQPSH/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHMn5EdSXHtsV3hJ7c5l3GgRliqbguEEGgk-EqJIv9ByieufX5ppd76A2tRgic08LEReABTK3s7VJgdnH4_i_xiDOKiPtcAs0RwsBDtbMexdeDC_VUoGDAUO9VPbYSRAzSON2adviQPSH/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876162102463186" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Lydia and Alyssa on their first Christmas... and they had no idea what was going on. But they enjoyed all the comotion of the kids unwrapping their presents. What did they get??? Clothes and more clothes... that is all they need... other than diapers.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04YCTwbag8fOARb1etmugLhBaPEcRwPnZx3DmB4b7GEuiPnfht_17g4_eK6YB2wnayfaL0x1mNCMS7NFh9NwKy-maBabehsGhNXnqmOKig0SkhjxHmM1MoUVuS0Ur6RMe4Ejm0WM9GZYk/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04YCTwbag8fOARb1etmugLhBaPEcRwPnZx3DmB4b7GEuiPnfht_17g4_eK6YB2wnayfaL0x1mNCMS7NFh9NwKy-maBabehsGhNXnqmOKig0SkhjxHmM1MoUVuS0Ur6RMe4Ejm0WM9GZYk/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876142109487586" /></a>Kaylie's big gift was going to pre-school. This girl has been begging me forever to go to school. She is extremely social. I've been intentionally putting it off, because it is expensive and with the twins... not very practical to load all four kids in the car to take her and pick her up (remember Jacob barely drives any more.) But thanks to a good friend and hopefully a good schedule (crossed fingers) I will make it work. She didn't know about it at all until she got this letter... she's so excited to start in a couple weeks! I can't believe she's old enough... and in the fall she will be in kindergarten... where does time go?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7M9Pe8BHs4d72ForC_xn3AS5xZVNd35tA3K5B_8IYi7DUZLJ22CMLhwAe2EFQNp5TBQVWQFBcxVz6hIZ50KsCoAU9Ju0GJe1Qgg5_6gjShoXaJeU6oC_C1cgqc9XiqTDmjEYgP4-g8bk/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7M9Pe8BHs4d72ForC_xn3AS5xZVNd35tA3K5B_8IYi7DUZLJ22CMLhwAe2EFQNp5TBQVWQFBcxVz6hIZ50KsCoAU9Ju0GJe1Qgg5_6gjShoXaJeU6oC_C1cgqc9XiqTDmjEYgP4-g8bk/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876139062297330" /></a>Kaylie asked Santa for a Rapunzel Doll... and he brought it... funny thing is she looks just like her doll.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd3N9dinsyHS4dF3s9LJsVXbudNAp8gj7wQsezI6juxU4xVO7Gc_ZEHMXVI4_vm-lc6NVnLa3aCnvAZU4gL7i5atNzwWhSM1lvZlDEPh5EcBsdr7-ILCZHwGbWHlRLarimgcp7mATPBU1/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd3N9dinsyHS4dF3s9LJsVXbudNAp8gj7wQsezI6juxU4xVO7Gc_ZEHMXVI4_vm-lc6NVnLa3aCnvAZU4gL7i5atNzwWhSM1lvZlDEPh5EcBsdr7-ILCZHwGbWHlRLarimgcp7mATPBU1/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692876129582438402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Alyssa and Lydia... just kicking around and watching the fun some more.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXGPb9-xoB4sRdwaz-pvobmvkJ2gmzUctK6AawoRiPCulGEcJ1L4z3Yhfrb1JwQzbphzlrnHPaLfI-rwZH6knQa4BaociSGyYt8j-uqPYzbZnsp_5cn_SYJPNZ1bkPizi9BT6PTHYHrVn/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXGPb9-xoB4sRdwaz-pvobmvkJ2gmzUctK6AawoRiPCulGEcJ1L4z3Yhfrb1JwQzbphzlrnHPaLfI-rwZH6knQa4BaociSGyYt8j-uqPYzbZnsp_5cn_SYJPNZ1bkPizi9BT6PTHYHrVn/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692875749692091666" /></a>And with Christmas came the colds... in this picture Lydia and Alyssa are both sick, but Lydia got it much worse. You'd never know Alyssa was sick though... she just kept on smiling right through it even through a bad cough.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3TtD8tk8hccmr6J0sSaOggJfaFNzjqu6wXJTHVhxRiHkXuc1i2bMoAgti1gYoaUw_J2rqrLE9QJV-jwTOaV5o_AsXzE4xhsh3hdDLduvY1IBOXQq4cZ_k85npM5cmGOsdsx1hDJ1MyS8/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3TtD8tk8hccmr6J0sSaOggJfaFNzjqu6wXJTHVhxRiHkXuc1i2bMoAgti1gYoaUw_J2rqrLE9QJV-jwTOaV5o_AsXzE4xhsh3hdDLduvY1IBOXQq4cZ_k85npM5cmGOsdsx1hDJ1MyS8/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692875742525666354" /></a>So just two days before Christmas Lydia got a fever of 101 and it made me super nervous so I took both girls in to Urgent Care... and the doctor made me mad. He told me they just had colds and NOT to give them any acetaminophen, even though they had fevers. Okay... he explained some new guideline on letting fevers burn off infections....okay... so I asked him what I should do if the fever got worse..."just take them to the E.R."... are you serious? The Urgent Care Dr told me to let my twins suffer through high fevers... not give them any medicine and if they got bad to go to the E.R? I DON'T THINK SO!!! No offense to these doctors and their dumb, constantly changing guidelines... but I really don't think a single one of them has ever actually had to live with a super sick infant, with a high fever, let a lone two of them. So I took them home and gave them Tylenol any way... sorry, as fun as a trip to the E.R. sounds... I don't think so.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL0FJvGg7ShZ01Wmquzm5p4tZS_dNv5uJUnr4j3LRUCQ88nu63l126CLrgqnbDitFx1dlnI5Hyimofg7fIDFPMxB_zxjvaxjBWntrUBUZWPFyvzjybBR2FWDpQKg7P5CLOyhEx-8s4S4n/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL0FJvGg7ShZ01Wmquzm5p4tZS_dNv5uJUnr4j3LRUCQ88nu63l126CLrgqnbDitFx1dlnI5Hyimofg7fIDFPMxB_zxjvaxjBWntrUBUZWPFyvzjybBR2FWDpQKg7P5CLOyhEx-8s4S4n/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692875733258337218" /></a>Aaron with the cold and fever that started it all... exactly one week before Christmas. the poor kids got a fever of 102... and I felt so bad for him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3HhmzC_thQuDt8NNAovQBftRfDuahdEQamu16l8omhARJrpXgCYF7_ISrBLiV7KPSmjiQXUY3_LGu0zxx83ApcYJqhUmFd6hzW__bAUc5REH73hj5fFYSJFpuJQ9cZ8QjWMd24RAXjkY/s1600/christmas+2011+shark+lion+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3HhmzC_thQuDt8NNAovQBftRfDuahdEQamu16l8omhARJrpXgCYF7_ISrBLiV7KPSmjiQXUY3_LGu0zxx83ApcYJqhUmFd6hzW__bAUc5REH73hj5fFYSJFpuJQ9cZ8QjWMd24RAXjkY/s400/christmas+2011+shark+lion+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692875730168315250" /></a>Kaylie and her first cold... yes, I said first... she has since gotten another cold from family and I'm sure her cold will cycle through the Flammily too. Oh how fun! ;)Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-73284658930639671272011-12-20T15:36:00.000-08:002011-12-20T15:49:09.345-08:00Tis The Crazy Season!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpuo0pAK1n4TeMurivhSw_kDYclgMW3kXt_eC7diVCsib4qzTJrdZi-4RtEMxMbdzRAp-baFn6wlEc4dOa4iprJhkdvcyAEr9yrGVu30GnKemDXLmbbPvtd2gjBU2k8gigadLQ8vR5Cn6/s1600/Krista+and+Pillows+281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpuo0pAK1n4TeMurivhSw_kDYclgMW3kXt_eC7diVCsib4qzTJrdZi-4RtEMxMbdzRAp-baFn6wlEc4dOa4iprJhkdvcyAEr9yrGVu30GnKemDXLmbbPvtd2gjBU2k8gigadLQ8vR5Cn6/s400/Krista+and+Pillows+281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688358563016662258" /></a><br /><br />Okay I hate posting pictures of myself... but after all the craziness and complete exhaustion lately... I need to be somewhat proud of myself considering I have somehow managed to survive the first three months of 4 kids under 4. Ever since the twins were born I have been literally running non stop all over the place (when I go to the store people look at me like I am nuts... but they have no idea what life is like for me) Running all the time non stop is how I have lost almost all 50 lbs so far, but I still have a few to go... 12 weeks isn't bad to lose pretty much all of it though, so I need to take 30 seconds and be proud of myself. <br /><br />~The last couple weeks haven't been any exception to the craziness. Business has been good with well over 200 orders in the last 30 days, most of these orders being more than one pillow, problem is I have had to work at least 4 hours a day to help keep us on top of things and get all the Christmas orders out in time. The twins have been quite the handful though... they are horrible day sleepers so if I get anything done in a day it is in 10 minute increments. To add to the mess Aaron came down with a fever on Saturday of 102 and a cough and cold... so much for a flu shot. Now Kaylie has it, and I am now fighting 4 kids throughout the night, and trying to keep myself bug free...ha ha ha right... tis the season I guess. <br /><br />~Well the girls are screaming again... so I've got to go I will try to get back on and get some recent pics of them posted....whenever I find the time!Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-20820106200773296602011-12-09T15:53:00.000-08:002011-12-09T16:12:35.670-08:00Newborn Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqZk4iRGcefzAoN6-OxJqxyFL3X5_Nk9vboTKqfviMrHfoY3nphsTftcqSFY1yicsLbt_6RHFCJRJqv-ZwKWCanDUr_mgqiARKtvM1WtaNnfal7SoT6e0NSodjG4R64whEYD_6lU2uxo0/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqZk4iRGcefzAoN6-OxJqxyFL3X5_Nk9vboTKqfviMrHfoY3nphsTftcqSFY1yicsLbt_6RHFCJRJqv-ZwKWCanDUr_mgqiARKtvM1WtaNnfal7SoT6e0NSodjG4R64whEYD_6lU2uxo0/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684283172384287954" /></a>When I found out I was having twins I was bound and determined to get professional newborn pictures of them, I regret not having a wedding photographer (couldn't afford it) and I wish I would have done it for the other kids.... so I made it happen with the twins. Chantri Keele was the photographer and she did a fantastic job... so good that I will be going back for family pictures when the girls get a little older and when I lose all my baby weight.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ucn1JQyvUrCb6cXf3KgCg6ICk6V9n7Id4B41baNfyQe4hzzEZfRGTKOS0vcRgKih-ZVt4Td0Pe1BgisSNPLke1uWtov9XwSfey4cfpYg1uUQENQTAdRTomsabV1jVxiRPnaDtecqp_zx/s1600/IMG_0036_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ucn1JQyvUrCb6cXf3KgCg6ICk6V9n7Id4B41baNfyQe4hzzEZfRGTKOS0vcRgKih-ZVt4Td0Pe1BgisSNPLke1uWtov9XwSfey4cfpYg1uUQENQTAdRTomsabV1jVxiRPnaDtecqp_zx/s400/IMG_0036_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684283163145308386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh so precious!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl5HsN4jHof3bjNdJC06VuT1Pn9YTOcqvc_jgvTGiCsFlBx_eK4ICAE044HaPNiuj3VgtUxGxndUt7M59LmDYnpwCfZkQM_Eh6zpLVP7QixtcrkW7TJUMle0-_hxVNC1lkXc9drCzNcMi/s1600/IMG_0090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl5HsN4jHof3bjNdJC06VuT1Pn9YTOcqvc_jgvTGiCsFlBx_eK4ICAE044HaPNiuj3VgtUxGxndUt7M59LmDYnpwCfZkQM_Eh6zpLVP7QixtcrkW7TJUMle0-_hxVNC1lkXc9drCzNcMi/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282880625728610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCTVcqw8n1wQBanyHZunLPpJ-XX-GuJDPwuj384ChKNjHs3iLq9HPOO5H12-nIbEngYHxi-UuAK8IfvqTNSUuYc-ARrpdqkxDDGCejLtyMUMBY6Y8pQzeRlrjwMWS8fkNKPVN-6wcAjzs/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCTVcqw8n1wQBanyHZunLPpJ-XX-GuJDPwuj384ChKNjHs3iLq9HPOO5H12-nIbEngYHxi-UuAK8IfvqTNSUuYc-ARrpdqkxDDGCejLtyMUMBY6Y8pQzeRlrjwMWS8fkNKPVN-6wcAjzs/s400/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282870237031394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypQVFlQBidIAVN8Kq8VTs1sY4wUWZnZ8jJSpiHSqQPT0c9Q8mWaZAIkpcjzZFJ_esBr7SGK0SHCL1M3EwwHrcPmGrMRGszfNS_ekNvU1QfsWE_2-XY7MZojovvP9-FlEOFwFHKTqNf1HS/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypQVFlQBidIAVN8Kq8VTs1sY4wUWZnZ8jJSpiHSqQPT0c9Q8mWaZAIkpcjzZFJ_esBr7SGK0SHCL1M3EwwHrcPmGrMRGszfNS_ekNvU1QfsWE_2-XY7MZojovvP9-FlEOFwFHKTqNf1HS/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282533478955394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNATeudqEhYMV1MC5K0gE3aRXbQqkcBczidPAgest0uDuQmknolTHLVc80lC3_CCaLZcEw68tqYY6tCxP2IZvNaFP-roYFmspxwRQXkTyp3oMSP8KaUMDGdT267ZfFrfnnCFyPNdIe2WL/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNATeudqEhYMV1MC5K0gE3aRXbQqkcBczidPAgest0uDuQmknolTHLVc80lC3_CCaLZcEw68tqYY6tCxP2IZvNaFP-roYFmspxwRQXkTyp3oMSP8KaUMDGdT267ZfFrfnnCFyPNdIe2WL/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282526067918050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron the Stud!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXtoIVk5i4sqG6P_or90PX-9PHsChwTlOg2blZwdC4AAUMmKQ2dVMx-Gjv-k_ScDOuUmKsbXeq3SUvrWrTRkhFPP3rn24bd9MqVqR3AcKa5ZzWwdsJ3RrT6fHoI1EJCZqJmLcgI48C_cO/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXtoIVk5i4sqG6P_or90PX-9PHsChwTlOg2blZwdC4AAUMmKQ2dVMx-Gjv-k_ScDOuUmKsbXeq3SUvrWrTRkhFPP3rn24bd9MqVqR3AcKa5ZzWwdsJ3RrT6fHoI1EJCZqJmLcgI48C_cO/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282216503907138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Could you resist these brown eyes? </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-seZ4l6cGeSNdIkYvVA18nMRXTRKp3KwJy9CJpn0Yz5A2eOa9L_RhVW47wsxcXwwLpdGw3u5wp4q6ZyQrq_HdrzoYQ4kN4Q4KeNajpg2IPmAEvLU-HFO0dM8ZZC1SU8MKsDRiScP9-E8/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-seZ4l6cGeSNdIkYvVA18nMRXTRKp3KwJy9CJpn0Yz5A2eOa9L_RhVW47wsxcXwwLpdGw3u5wp4q6ZyQrq_HdrzoYQ4kN4Q4KeNajpg2IPmAEvLU-HFO0dM8ZZC1SU8MKsDRiScP9-E8/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684282212043207442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I've decided Kaylie could be a model... she is extremely photogenic... she definately didn't get that from me, I hate the camera and the camera hates me... but man it loves Kaylie!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-zj7_RnhiOa0zjqqJ8w9drsBshOHwYnDnNqcXXAwK59vmmNLYBi674Ocw6MciH27AaCYbuuUqLy2iwj7pcaQ1W2Bgl1A6O4Sq1y1eF_Qq_T9NIcIoNIsGaqaBxNp0bPxJsDaSwn6NF4G/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-zj7_RnhiOa0zjqqJ8w9drsBshOHwYnDnNqcXXAwK59vmmNLYBi674Ocw6MciH27AaCYbuuUqLy2iwj7pcaQ1W2Bgl1A6O4Sq1y1eF_Qq_T9NIcIoNIsGaqaBxNp0bPxJsDaSwn6NF4G/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684281913056464162" /></a>Don't you love her dress? My friend Sarah D'evegnee made it for her.... she is so beyond talented! Thanks so much Sarah... it is Kaylie's favorite dress she wants to wear it ever week.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2aoaSAJ0KtysIqkvPtVONyWtBlCbSpefTlv8HwFrOTI3jODkLgZlLO7VEWm9lQQAvCBW2Eptik6t0tYdj8JDYVHTEp00k_WC2cYqwsufuqdiPW9UMJ7Hvf40QJ7cI4IphoDOm9nb3HDq/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2aoaSAJ0KtysIqkvPtVONyWtBlCbSpefTlv8HwFrOTI3jODkLgZlLO7VEWm9lQQAvCBW2Eptik6t0tYdj8JDYVHTEp00k_WC2cYqwsufuqdiPW9UMJ7Hvf40QJ7cI4IphoDOm9nb3HDq/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684281903036905698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My four beautiful kids! I love them tons!</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-6527052551167260792011-12-09T15:42:00.000-08:002011-12-09T15:52:59.664-08:00Two Months!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KoeVHPDJOJX-yRsdV2EZ5tne6-6BuXLaq7cMuF_N9l-GrnRZudNayLpv_fV-vAHPJuYuDqF4HEyB1M-fIp_6eDnBdaxLqMQ_OT9-XJ5N2HTdx1ZBpOSKVx3OtXU8wldAbU9-3PMzkWyj/s1600/nom+nom+143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KoeVHPDJOJX-yRsdV2EZ5tne6-6BuXLaq7cMuF_N9l-GrnRZudNayLpv_fV-vAHPJuYuDqF4HEyB1M-fIp_6eDnBdaxLqMQ_OT9-XJ5N2HTdx1ZBpOSKVx3OtXU8wldAbU9-3PMzkWyj/s400/nom+nom+143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684278683636732818" /></a>Okay.... I am two weeks late on this post but better late than never....right? (These pictures were taken when they were 8 weeks.<div>~So Alyssa (on the right) was the biggest baby at 5 lbs 5 oz and Lydia was 4 lbs 13 oz. But Lydia has always been the aggressive eater, she sets the eating time... when she is ready to eat ... they both eat. So Lydia started to gain weight pretty quickly while Alyssa slowly gained, naturally I expected Lydia to out weigh Alyssa by at least a few ounces.... as she has gotten so cute and chubby so fast... But much to our surprise they weighed in at the EXACT SAME!!! Both 8 lbs 13.5 oz! And they were both 21 in tall! Just too funny!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nxQf8O1p6i-spkTV0gwlMOcFHwt6ubURWHQXVm2iem2olQP7-ta5SLOd4uQ5Y8xsqXo9rPUODgtrVUfiY89FIc8P1MEi1AODW3_AGHkIhWceO5w8OhSY1C21kNVUtiIeRzHwxhQIxabz/s1600/nom+nom+140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nxQf8O1p6i-spkTV0gwlMOcFHwt6ubURWHQXVm2iem2olQP7-ta5SLOd4uQ5Y8xsqXo9rPUODgtrVUfiY89FIc8P1MEi1AODW3_AGHkIhWceO5w8OhSY1C21kNVUtiIeRzHwxhQIxabz/s400/nom+nom+140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684278671786401346" /></a>Sorry for the less-than-professional posses it is so hard to get a good shot of both of them... but this shot cracks me up with Alyssa playing with Lydia's ear... she is always tapping her as if she just can't get enough of her sister.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizm81Tb3sbdayfIri1uzP7S7AkoodI624YXdauX69nF9idH_BWw5Wpk0pTF3hrfVLAk2UR1TPERGHmwtx2WHRumVqXVIAAC347w9C2TP6EOM_WZCGe_o9CutcRonuX7KoCsNKMIu9K1qdi/s1600/nom+nom+174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizm81Tb3sbdayfIri1uzP7S7AkoodI624YXdauX69nF9idH_BWw5Wpk0pTF3hrfVLAk2UR1TPERGHmwtx2WHRumVqXVIAAC347w9C2TP6EOM_WZCGe_o9CutcRonuX7KoCsNKMIu9K1qdi/s400/nom+nom+174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684278658541571890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Left: Lydia Right: Alyssa They are getting so big so fast!</div></div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-39175565546890614372011-11-20T20:00:00.000-08:002011-11-20T20:14:47.222-08:00Double the Smiles!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHi0qPtVlmI8VawXdqIHgilMznsWihGjfDHChyZyN09W60OrK0U28LXL7HWX5RGgcULigGKWUvVJIKE0eCb7fnCOjQmwrEf8SnYgZV5tJbPFfBRqcGShhPtvW98PcxgvUT6_Quars_iSy/s1600/pillows+twins+026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHi0qPtVlmI8VawXdqIHgilMznsWihGjfDHChyZyN09W60OrK0U28LXL7HWX5RGgcULigGKWUvVJIKE0eCb7fnCOjQmwrEf8SnYgZV5tJbPFfBRqcGShhPtvW98PcxgvUT6_Quars_iSy/s400/pillows+twins+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295026917834866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia and Alyssa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">~Here are my cute lil girls at 7 weeks.... yeah 7 weeks already! They are almost two months old! As you can see they are getting cuter by the day and they are starting to sleep longer at night YAY!!! Like my good friend says... "small victories" and they are so important. But sleep isn't the only good news....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFw5mjCUPij_rhNQ5th988He0d6_rDaCfNN-uhMWTLwNx8NUX8iKryCEQZXalfMC4ZrCigknf0gCCKs0wi8f_mr6v29LSoXp47Dbl3yvQMcf0Cwhvtr__RaZh5lr2aPiLeiGn8Xm97PXbm/s1600/pillows+twins+073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFw5mjCUPij_rhNQ5th988He0d6_rDaCfNN-uhMWTLwNx8NUX8iKryCEQZXalfMC4ZrCigknf0gCCKs0wi8f_mr6v29LSoXp47Dbl3yvQMcf0Cwhvtr__RaZh5lr2aPiLeiGn8Xm97PXbm/s400/pillows+twins+073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295019258659602" /></a>With sleep comes.... SMILES!!! I've been trying to get some good pictures of their adorable smiles for a while now... and this is as good as it gets for now... I can't blame them though, I'd rather smile at mom than some giant black thing in my face too. This smiling babe is Lydia!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBj4TF63G9Ck2cC-e2BRuKDeGMQ_AddmdHXUf8kTE-WBnWv_zxl0xDuMaFHLcMs5DeYY5FIbt0-v1BP2Pcye5lAezhyoS74lEGv-48H2JSLN7xT50mD1wf8sqbu8WeX8yJ1l_3POYfOqS/s1600/pillows+twins+065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBj4TF63G9Ck2cC-e2BRuKDeGMQ_AddmdHXUf8kTE-WBnWv_zxl0xDuMaFHLcMs5DeYY5FIbt0-v1BP2Pcye5lAezhyoS74lEGv-48H2JSLN7xT50mD1wf8sqbu8WeX8yJ1l_3POYfOqS/s400/pillows+twins+065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295016138352066" /></a>And this is the best picture I could get of Alyssa's smile for now at least... oh so precious!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4h2449S-A0OtU2ZULQnVyq-1SNf5uwH4dI1wE53uh7POdo6-ND7OPYxEYD4DYgcWONIB35gwsFe65Du5sFm0LnDVB4yBYxigRPUAwAN8nu8XoWHs3nh6RXqovlaZxibd-89KPqz-vQ4y/s1600/pillows+twins+076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4h2449S-A0OtU2ZULQnVyq-1SNf5uwH4dI1wE53uh7POdo6-ND7OPYxEYD4DYgcWONIB35gwsFe65Du5sFm0LnDVB4yBYxigRPUAwAN8nu8XoWHs3nh6RXqovlaZxibd-89KPqz-vQ4y/s400/pillows+twins+076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294795467223154" /></a>And check out Lydia's eyes! You can't tell in this photo very well but she has a very big and beautiful blue eyes with a sort of lavender tint. And she has long dark eye lashes to frame the beauties! And last but not least.... she's already starting to grow back her hair! Yay!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DEpTKEiLgWpZaE588QWZCu_eOARx8nMCg6TX5PGkGm7Bhw3OhzZWDrEqzdfsV7_u7Gkize6SV9-sXTynObRhyphenhyphenCdbyewvMRKV4R0rt8-63Kl555jinHTgFEyYjg-S7pSOHmjsXwr0QOua/s1600/pillows+twins+068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DEpTKEiLgWpZaE588QWZCu_eOARx8nMCg6TX5PGkGm7Bhw3OhzZWDrEqzdfsV7_u7Gkize6SV9-sXTynObRhyphenhyphenCdbyewvMRKV4R0rt8-63Kl555jinHTgFEyYjg-S7pSOHmjsXwr0QOua/s400/pillows+twins+068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294780832286594" /></a>Here is Alyssa and her gorgeous eyes... I really can't tell what color they will be... it really just depends on the day. But more often than not, they look like they will be brown... but until we know it's a mystery I guess. She is such a doll!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVijKWHato8KuGC9qI1i3IFdR_XiqWsE9sTZbKPnX7ysYS10OZXxaqGDHy6zvuezwmO-97oMT3dDep4t_58p5NedJzeQY8OM-nIeSq39n6Wf5BG_KT4tkvOYBHbzCoTNQNqbqztNcl0yB_/s1600/pillows+twins+038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVijKWHato8KuGC9qI1i3IFdR_XiqWsE9sTZbKPnX7ysYS10OZXxaqGDHy6zvuezwmO-97oMT3dDep4t_58p5NedJzeQY8OM-nIeSq39n6Wf5BG_KT4tkvOYBHbzCoTNQNqbqztNcl0yB_/s400/pillows+twins+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294778732134018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lydia Again!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kGHBAxgzd5kW-VDsrCLe_cLsuo3qEtPWq19EgPbJlksC7rEtSulUy38yWXb-hyKEyVGsu8TMKI4Th_uye1cyLbsxn9D6tRCThL2rT5LAfAcivWIjHJW6eEcCCLAE7mzhOWBSbzLoF19L/s1600/pillows+twins+033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kGHBAxgzd5kW-VDsrCLe_cLsuo3qEtPWq19EgPbJlksC7rEtSulUy38yWXb-hyKEyVGsu8TMKI4Th_uye1cyLbsxn9D6tRCThL2rT5LAfAcivWIjHJW6eEcCCLAE7mzhOWBSbzLoF19L/s400/pillows+twins+033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294773403500770" /></a>And Alyssa... rocking her skinny jeans. Okay, they aren't real "skinny" on these girls... but they sure are cute... even though they are huge!Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-39560684393406983972011-11-20T19:50:00.001-08:002011-11-20T20:00:35.183-08:00Twins Blessing Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnTUExBOzU9t7Gmd5w0zCpOimhxV0t9jhwLtftPxmaXXmIIebKyGX8MhOngLvb_W7NJMv3ibDCbC-XVDE2ADO9TuXCA9ofm8Z9GUya1xn9STPSOAGxuKq56uU1NJeRwbjMFoFfFAyNwt2/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnTUExBOzU9t7Gmd5w0zCpOimhxV0t9jhwLtftPxmaXXmIIebKyGX8MhOngLvb_W7NJMv3ibDCbC-XVDE2ADO9TuXCA9ofm8Z9GUya1xn9STPSOAGxuKq56uU1NJeRwbjMFoFfFAyNwt2/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291904202471986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Left: Alyssa, Right: Lydia</div><div><br /></div><div>~So the girls were blessed two weeks ago today... yeah, I know, I'm a little behind, but I have a pretty good reason (or two). Jacob was really nervous, but he did a great job! A Great Big Thanks to all the family who showed up to support us, it means the world to us! So yeah... it's hard enough to get pictures on one baby let alone two very hungry babies...so we had to hurry!<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08CxxHzRpHjT5uZQ9zKlS2PSRhUea8zxrwNzPLB6IuLRKEX2ZzHxNcjx4j6Fq627YIRmFPM6x2PHEB90iOTps6zFWDWSoBEUJElwtO0lOvJ6x-akWBPgUkZoIzL0c2ZHuym4EYPPQZ_hV/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08CxxHzRpHjT5uZQ9zKlS2PSRhUea8zxrwNzPLB6IuLRKEX2ZzHxNcjx4j6Fq627YIRmFPM6x2PHEB90iOTps6zFWDWSoBEUJElwtO0lOvJ6x-akWBPgUkZoIzL0c2ZHuym4EYPPQZ_hV/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291897893631058" /></a>~Here's Lydia... poor girl went through awful cradle cap all over her face and head, and lost most of her hair just before her blessing.... hence the giant flower headband. But she is one Beautiful Baby none the less!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqx6PzIRvjS8z3xnHHeiNZ4RypDC3nOyOTBKA4_1ckC8Il7cpBhoh_5lsGIe2X_GLhQNIYmyfKYOBscFTxdvGApExvUFOZH1snQ706mawsmnAfvfdho3HeuE4RrIarS2tZm_HcvoMMGgNh/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqx6PzIRvjS8z3xnHHeiNZ4RypDC3nOyOTBKA4_1ckC8Il7cpBhoh_5lsGIe2X_GLhQNIYmyfKYOBscFTxdvGApExvUFOZH1snQ706mawsmnAfvfdho3HeuE4RrIarS2tZm_HcvoMMGgNh/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291894114863666" /></a>~And here's Alyssa... and all her hair (which is still only about half the hair that Kaylie had). Such a cutie pie!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlOeoZIZBEFP290NmXVF6AKgFZqviSjD60Zz4TLW95NFnCB3jb_UxYQYUQwUuC9liLMPVrH3s0ZW0R1HVEBJZzoFWjTKFgzPwgYV8V9w7phnF48vfNTeA6GgyFgFPjQ7yvxXW7mE0B8D2/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlOeoZIZBEFP290NmXVF6AKgFZqviSjD60Zz4TLW95NFnCB3jb_UxYQYUQwUuC9liLMPVrH3s0ZW0R1HVEBJZzoFWjTKFgzPwgYV8V9w7phnF48vfNTeA6GgyFgFPjQ7yvxXW7mE0B8D2/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291883850773538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Left: Alyssa, Right: Lydia</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">~Gotta love my Beautiful Babies! They were both almost 6 weeks in these photos.... and my how those weeks flew by... but hey, time flies when you are having fun!</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-32608270316399278152011-11-19T11:17:00.000-08:002011-11-19T11:31:35.819-08:00Random Post..... If you are struggling....Okay this is yet another random post.... but it is something that I have been feeling like I need to share for a while now. <div><br /></div><div>Jacob and I have been living our life day to day... literally, and it has been a definite roller-coaster ride. A few months ago I was gripping about it to my brother and he sent me this wonderful link to a CES Fireside Talk by Elder Christofferson. In short, it is all about trusting the Lord... and if you are struggling in any way, especially financially, this is one of those talks that you just need to hear...and I HIGHLY RECOMMEND you take the time to listen to it!</div><div><br /></div><div>"Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread"</div><div><br /></div><div><h4 style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 246, 237); line-height: 14px; color: rgb(38, 38, 40); width: 400px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Here is the link: </span><a href="http://lds.org/media-library/video/ces-firesides?lang=eng&query=Our+Daily+Bread#2011-01-1000-give-us-this-day-our-daily-bread" target="_blank" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">http://lds.org/media-library/<wbr>video/ces-firesides?lang=eng&<wbr>query=Our+Daily+Bread#2011-01-<wbr>1000-give-us-this-day-our-<wbr>daily-bread</a></h4></div><div><br /></div><div>I will be back in a few hours to post some pics of the twins... ;)</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-54886838165881019272011-11-04T14:08:00.001-07:002011-11-04T14:26:23.807-07:00One Spooktacular Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvq_4IAomS09BzyFGkJvI7TfWG2_sY_Z9BRfLugN3HFBkr0peAvF6yBafCKRT9SKRG9tetFm5EvnKU4FxpX5-lr2968ZSzc3FPuMJPq6FI42ffH7quBHLBEuHGRca13TiyQ_NaXJQWyA-t/s1600/Halloween2011+017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvq_4IAomS09BzyFGkJvI7TfWG2_sY_Z9BRfLugN3HFBkr0peAvF6yBafCKRT9SKRG9tetFm5EvnKU4FxpX5-lr2968ZSzc3FPuMJPq6FI42ffH7quBHLBEuHGRca13TiyQ_NaXJQWyA-t/s400/Halloween2011+017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671252798530561266" /></a>This year Kaylie and Aaron were dinosaurs for Halloween. We would have done some family theme, Jacob and I were going to be Jurassic Park workers and the twins were going to be dinosaur hatch-lings, but we ran out of time. These costumes are awesome, my mom made them and I wore the pink one when I was Kaylie's age. The plus side is that they are big enough for coats underneath and they keep you nice and warm even in Idaho.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7IncazScmOKB0XJt85gJqQS7KtzV9P5bGgucD3htXteCqcERPkOigaOjdZErJb023LHHRNaAmkVBeJ0im89OQlnD0vUvp2MLGkDBAdbZur7HCnAUaGDu5Gq3OJ5wHCoZGLwi3cYwPoVr/s1600/Halloween2011+028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7IncazScmOKB0XJt85gJqQS7KtzV9P5bGgucD3htXteCqcERPkOigaOjdZErJb023LHHRNaAmkVBeJ0im89OQlnD0vUvp2MLGkDBAdbZur7HCnAUaGDu5Gq3OJ5wHCoZGLwi3cYwPoVr/s400/Halloween2011+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671252781891744418" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DBawoLDE_uOVVgp_QLH6dTfPUGOqJg4m6zgN_NpRe5RkDtR0uPf1YOkJl9sKIfuxxWC_U4FkgU7GebF88ioz8q9tytwt3tt7j0rqYuB4oy1TEbapIMhE3oVUeNr8vND932aLLtpsXJMk/s1600/Halloween2011+021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DBawoLDE_uOVVgp_QLH6dTfPUGOqJg4m6zgN_NpRe5RkDtR0uPf1YOkJl9sKIfuxxWC_U4FkgU7GebF88ioz8q9tytwt3tt7j0rqYuB4oy1TEbapIMhE3oVUeNr8vND932aLLtpsXJMk/s400/Halloween2011+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671252750000630946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kaylie striking a pose... like usual.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLyJNplunMf47tJx_RtuV_2rD-CRvDGez6VRh2IvXaGe2bAbYMNaShFjRuh8HdPkRHrIsia8KqN7ckfRAKmK7KCRFEXvubIKBgFPjk74a-hdGH7RGR4zlm5JYTkSVZNaTs5iwlQjcCIIF/s1600/Halloween2011+067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLyJNplunMf47tJx_RtuV_2rD-CRvDGez6VRh2IvXaGe2bAbYMNaShFjRuh8HdPkRHrIsia8KqN7ckfRAKmK7KCRFEXvubIKBgFPjk74a-hdGH7RGR4zlm5JYTkSVZNaTs5iwlQjcCIIF/s400/Halloween2011+067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671252543105124946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron was impossible to get a good shot or two of, the darn kids won't hold still.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX81EOvvuiEz-Ro0_-uf3G4STcVrUKPM4Ubb2UXTJc9knEho5yEXbxQd3H7hDAsOIoObk-N-PGKUBpt-oW9gq9Q07FrBQKfOu3QPODDy2tdxvZm6zyccfL1OVYlLpowzUiUv5zE1SQvPe/s1600/Halloween2011+073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX81EOvvuiEz-Ro0_-uf3G4STcVrUKPM4Ubb2UXTJc9knEho5yEXbxQd3H7hDAsOIoObk-N-PGKUBpt-oW9gq9Q07FrBQKfOu3QPODDy2tdxvZm6zyccfL1OVYlLpowzUiUv5zE1SQvPe/s400/Halloween2011+073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671252526412841298" /></a>And we're off! The kids were sooo excited to go trick or treating... they've been talking about it for months.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF4EHn3Ghbu_zlekerEPpmA2J9RorJ7Q5b79ACScvlkHb9ioSChey38hhJ-guk33qwhYU958s4iJnsN6ASosV1270_Jmgiy63K7RGQnZ7Sw-zdcpbcEl8ywjhc0KxfV7CPgccEo7x2VNH/s1600/Halloween2011+098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWF4EHn3Ghbu_zlekerEPpmA2J9RorJ7Q5b79ACScvlkHb9ioSChey38hhJ-guk33qwhYU958s4iJnsN6ASosV1270_Jmgiy63K7RGQnZ7Sw-zdcpbcEl8ywjhc0KxfV7CPgccEo7x2VNH/s400/Halloween2011+098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671251620476366594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sugar high.... lasted for a few days until mom hid the candy and started to ration it out.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAKcfiV3HWDtEn8wa5fo275nE1eK9RP7OdO3pUl2OVOdsCyZMeaujVBm7rXvfX6848iQsuchIxRX_ykYEVL7w_x5jAA1dXB_xPlp9nQrEuxg8vWtoWHeB11q_Tcho6zqG-vfmu9PMqhYM/s1600/Halloween2011+002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAKcfiV3HWDtEn8wa5fo275nE1eK9RP7OdO3pUl2OVOdsCyZMeaujVBm7rXvfX6848iQsuchIxRX_ykYEVL7w_x5jAA1dXB_xPlp9nQrEuxg8vWtoWHeB11q_Tcho6zqG-vfmu9PMqhYM/s400/Halloween2011+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671251575704122482" /></a>Pumpkin carving, basically last minute pumpkin carving that is... I kind of thought that Halloween was on Tuesday (the next day) until we visited family and they straightened me out... I don't know what the deal with my brain is.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EGOFNNgI069bDutTKP4jIetj0rqTvWtBELI4pVCi4KaB4u1rdFG5RFspL1fFcLWplle4umjqK_nVYKdXJCtcodqZZEhcI5xMPYAOUbzKfwqkw1isVNmHuIS4eOncKlyu0oZdXwfkgZlh/s1600/Halloween2011+091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EGOFNNgI069bDutTKP4jIetj0rqTvWtBELI4pVCi4KaB4u1rdFG5RFspL1fFcLWplle4umjqK_nVYKdXJCtcodqZZEhcI5xMPYAOUbzKfwqkw1isVNmHuIS4eOncKlyu0oZdXwfkgZlh/s400/Halloween2011+091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671251534475686850" /></a>Our spooky porch... I'm sorry my "Sorry we're DEAD" sign is the coolest. Plus you've gotta love the witch that our house landed on top of and Jacob had to throw his Gene Wilder head in to spook things up. All in all it was one super fun Halloween.</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-38304081635445384292011-10-30T10:30:00.000-07:002011-10-30T10:56:13.512-07:00One Month Already!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-HGNU_nfioI90eVj3jQ67DNCPFEHXuu5phvwFqa6cLKZZF9exwUrLRvtyusiyvB7ojBKJgfflB3F-rUmoQzmFkNJJs9sAXyHO8mu-T-d2d1ucYc6AUi4hZ5mdEJpiN9b4-LoEPHqTBIz/s1600/1+month+twins+023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-HGNU_nfioI90eVj3jQ67DNCPFEHXuu5phvwFqa6cLKZZF9exwUrLRvtyusiyvB7ojBKJgfflB3F-rUmoQzmFkNJJs9sAXyHO8mu-T-d2d1ucYc6AUi4hZ5mdEJpiN9b4-LoEPHqTBIz/s400/1+month+twins+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339914297456386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Left Lydia, Right Alyssa</div><div><br /></div><div>~My girls are one month old already! Where did that time go? It has gone by too fast! These girls have been really good babies, they are pretty good sleepers (knock on wood) and we have only had a few restless nights... thank goodness. As I have been super busy not only with these two but Aaron has decided he is ready to be potty trained (of course) and he is doing really well, but it sure makes for a lot of running around.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgcyIqdjc7ApVg440BRSJLOCxE72g4JEVb8yFMCJSXc9Yg4Q4M9s0qoMNdgxQYeEhPKOPUx_LA44CNORECeYoO5OjUc7pu-_dGfMQ9sig6HBAuJQC6Bger80K6lugnU7_j_GGrnp8h56T/s1600/1+month+twins+007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgcyIqdjc7ApVg440BRSJLOCxE72g4JEVb8yFMCJSXc9Yg4Q4M9s0qoMNdgxQYeEhPKOPUx_LA44CNORECeYoO5OjUc7pu-_dGfMQ9sig6HBAuJQC6Bger80K6lugnU7_j_GGrnp8h56T/s400/1+month+twins+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339905035291554" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Can you tell the difference? They are almost completely different. The most obvious difference is that Lydia (the poor girl) has less hair and is losing it daily, which makes me want to cry. Alyssa however isn't losing hair at all so it looks like one bald twin and one twin with tons of hair.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMdbSUJJk1sluVEo0xxa1j-JqPXhb-MXxFU1iqziDG_RtKFrv6Onwx_5BS9XsxZkxZiKvbcFBQhatl5ypALnUSJmc9Mx-HkC64IORiaGjkQDrat7kStZFR8gt90ksLfPtvs_GETeRivvU/s1600/1+month+twins+005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMdbSUJJk1sluVEo0xxa1j-JqPXhb-MXxFU1iqziDG_RtKFrv6Onwx_5BS9XsxZkxZiKvbcFBQhatl5ypALnUSJmc9Mx-HkC64IORiaGjkQDrat7kStZFR8gt90ksLfPtvs_GETeRivvU/s400/1+month+twins+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339902992409938" /></a>They are getting so chubby! A little over a week ago Lydia was 6 lbs 1 oz while Alyssa was 6 lbs 5 oz. I think that Lydia is bigger than Alyssa now though, but we kind of expected that as she has longer feet.</div><div>Don't you love the outfits? my grandma and aunt got us a bunch of super cute outfits and that is what these girls have been living in for the last month. Can't thank everyone enough for the clothes, blankets and oh yes DIAPERS!!! I go through over 20 diapers everyday.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLcCypD0BisuIt1h4CsFN0LGJL4TB4PsafAqgg_fckreUVMjq3-h-V0OoUSAe1QSAsPXspzPOW8-wwFcbWBUCVoWPAdIYyP8R-sR41mG5D9lr4oIiJidKEyzpRYiBCL8TAHrkvB8L3OQl/s1600/1+month+twins+040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLcCypD0BisuIt1h4CsFN0LGJL4TB4PsafAqgg_fckreUVMjq3-h-V0OoUSAe1QSAsPXspzPOW8-wwFcbWBUCVoWPAdIYyP8R-sR41mG5D9lr4oIiJidKEyzpRYiBCL8TAHrkvB8L3OQl/s400/1+month+twins+040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339893898880322" /></a>~This picture shows how bald my poor Lydia is getting, unfortunately she has a receding hair line and I like to laugh about it (as I have always wanted a bald baby, don't ask I just have), but when people comment about it I find myself getting very defensive... she is beautiful to me and I really don't compare her to Alyssa, and that is a hard part about twins I never expected... that is that people compare the two (understandable, as they are in fact twins) but I have found some people favoring Alyssa slightly (as she is more laid back, while Lydia is more dramatic), and that is a sure way to make mommy mad. Keep this in mind if you bump into twins, please watch what you say, twin moms are particularly sensitive. </div><div><br /></div><div>~You've got to love Alyssa's face in this picture... she is my face puller, she is always making the funniest faces.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtybEy2yIQUIFClIBZCgx65yg4zHSm-ATN1uXuLjtK4SQsClXh7H6Vdd2A35CUWL6gKzpiteiSdXbbBSGFLCTCoa00veUb0Vj-XrS9r1lnYO90WNzFo3PV0BYBuSJ2uUY1OPnIKFGdxxEo/s1600/1+month+twins+003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtybEy2yIQUIFClIBZCgx65yg4zHSm-ATN1uXuLjtK4SQsClXh7H6Vdd2A35CUWL6gKzpiteiSdXbbBSGFLCTCoa00veUb0Vj-XrS9r1lnYO90WNzFo3PV0BYBuSJ2uUY1OPnIKFGdxxEo/s400/1+month+twins+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339146841831106" /></a>Kaylie holding Alyssa, which she doesn't get too do a whole lot of just because I am such a schedule Nazi, and you would be too if you had twins. If I keep them on the schedule they are on they are very easy to manage, but if I slip... that means an all nighter for mom and dad. So Kaylie will take every minute she can get with each baby, and she has been such a good helper, I dont' know how I could live without her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVuTO2B2QrdBZxzi3JkDeTlKl_AJzNdWiO8dF_QTDN7g5WfF07pasRV1BXbt2MGTXbHP9JkLpZGacPTgvFxiQAwVhdUjUTYkKVvs1IIvKOWvgK0_qSwN8MYoS9n6UzzFP_j-MDTnRe7I1/s1600/1+month+twins+057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVuTO2B2QrdBZxzi3JkDeTlKl_AJzNdWiO8dF_QTDN7g5WfF07pasRV1BXbt2MGTXbHP9JkLpZGacPTgvFxiQAwVhdUjUTYkKVvs1IIvKOWvgK0_qSwN8MYoS9n6UzzFP_j-MDTnRe7I1/s400/1+month+twins+057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669339139528803042" /></a>Kaylie and Lydia. Lydia was a little cranky and wanted to eat, it wasn't quite time yet and Kaylie insisted on holding her. And some how my four year old got her to fall right to sleep in just a few minutes. Kaylie loves every minute of her two baby "st-is-sters".</div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122938798535134266.post-68962972591624742462011-10-23T08:49:00.001-07:002011-10-23T09:26:35.295-07:00Stop Praying for Patience!!!<div style="text-align: center;">(Well Worth The Read)</div><div><br /></div>~If you are anything like me, you have prayed for patience.... several times, only to discover that a prayer like that will only test your wits to no end, and before long you will find yourself pulling out your hair and screaming, "I didn't pray for things to get harder." <div><br /></div><div>~A few months ago I was giving a lesson in Relief Society and the topic of patience came up and I mentioned how I have prayed for patience several times and the frustrating results to these prayers. Especially with Jacob, he is normally a very patient person, and it takes a lot for him to get frustrated. But with his eye condition he has become increasingly impatient and easily frustrated, as I can only imagine it must be extremely frustrating to ever so slowly lose your eye sight. Oddly, as I tell him to be patient, I grow more and more impatient with his impatience and then I pray for patience (for it only to get much worse) and thus the cycle goes. Then I found myself pregnant (with the twins), beyond exhausted, and super sick. As the pregnancy progressed everything got much, much harder and I found myself in the same boat as Jacob, getting very impatient and very frustrated with myself and him in turn getting impatient with me. I'd pray for patience and of course it just would get harder.<div><br /></div><div>~After the lesson, a sweet sister came up to me and she told me to stop praying for patience and to start praying for charity, "because patience will always fail, while charity never fails". This sister would know as she has a son my age with down-syndrome and I can only imagine how her patience has been tried and tested.</div><div><br /></div><div>~<b><span class="Apple-style-span" >So I stopped praying for patience and started to pray for charity, and it has changed my life!</span></b> It allows me to see things in a perspective that I could never see before while I was wasting all my efforts focusing on my impatience. Charity takes the focus off my failed attempt at patience, and centers it on the perspective of the person or situation that I am dealing with, and then ample compassion follows, which allows me to work through the situation with patience.<br /><div><br /></div><div>~It took that awful pregnancy for me to realize that the reason Jacob is so impatient is because he is becoming less and less dependent upon himself to see the world around him and more and more dependent on me and my vision, just as I became more and more dependent on him to help me throughout the pregnancy, and it is much easier for me to be of assistance, rather than escalate the problem by getting frustrated with him. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>~Having charity is essential with twins! As any mother knows a newborn can be sooo frustrating especially at 2 am. Try having two! With charity I have more empathy and compassion with the twins and more resolve to help them solve their problems, and this brings a calmness which in turn calms the twins.... making life sooo much more do-able. Also charity reminds me that this too will pass, and exhaustion never killed anyone. </div><div><br /></div><div>~I can't thank that sweet sister enough for her advice, and I just wanted to share it with others: if you are being challenged and your patience is being pushed to the absolute max... pray for charity, trust me somehow it just works!</div></div>Jacob and Krista Flammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18434317229911835160noreply@blogger.com4