tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350660370316311212024-03-05T15:35:43.773-08:00The Wilson'sMarshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-8617093807372555042014-02-21T20:41:00.003-08:002014-02-21T20:41:32.002-08:00An Unexpected Blessing<div>
I can't believe I am only a week away from having another baby. In some
ways it feels so unreal. Most of the pregnancy I had to go through the motions
just to get through it. This baby was, to say the least, quite the surprise.
When I found out I was pregnant I was scared to death of how I was going to get
through it. Pregnancy and I do not mix. With the other two I was so sick at
first then there was always something to add to it like kidney stones that
always made things interesting. Also with only being 9 months out from having
brain surgery I was worried about how my body would handle it all. I was still
trying to heal from the surgery and now my body was growing a baby.</div>
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However, with this pregnancy I have been so blessed. I was not nearly as
sick this time around as I was with the previous two. The hardest part was that
I had to immediately stop taking all the medication I was on from brain surgery.
The first month was really hard. It was like I was going back to the first
month of having surgery. I had a lot of headaches without the medicine, but as
time went on the better I got and for the most part I am doing pretty well. I
have my bad days but I am learning how to deal with them. I was also worried
about when it came time for the delivery. I was told that I could push but not a
lot of excessive pushing so I don't hurt anything in my head. It makes me
nervous, but they are just going to let me labor and where it is my third baby
my Dr. is hoping she will come out easily. Nevertheless, I am still a bit
apprehensive. Oh and I forgot to say it is girl. Cassidy and I are pretty
excited, but Ben is still getting use to the idea of being out numbered in the
house. But we all know she will have him wrapped around her finger just like
Cassidy does.</div>
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Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-9471738891229355712014-02-21T20:41:00.002-08:002014-02-21T20:41:22.062-08:00One Year!<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;">What
a difference a year makes. One year ago today, I went in for brain surgery to
remove the tumor in my head. Without a doubt, this past year has been the most
difficult time of my life. For 6 months after I was recovering from surgery, I
only saw Ben on the weekends as I was in St. George and Ben was finishing up law
school at BYU. Nonetheless, I had the unconditional support of my friends
and </span><span style="color: #37404e; display: inline; line-height: 18px;">family,
both immediate and extended. Then once Ben was done with school, I still did not
see him much as he spent all of his time studying for the Bar exam. This past
year has been tough on both of us. We have learned so much about ourselves and
each other. It would be impossible to sum up all we went through and all we
learned in the past year, but one thing we know for sure is that God has a hand
in all of our lives, and as we trust him he gives us the help and strength we
need. Hard times are a necessary part of life, and as we pass through them, we
learn so much, and we learn how to really enjoy the good times. To top things
off, Ben just found out that he passed the Utah Bar Exam this morning. A year
ago today, things could not have been much worse...today, things could not be
much better. What a difference a year makes!</span></span></span>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-81063127016791554252014-02-21T20:40:00.003-08:002014-02-21T20:40:27.464-08:0010 MonthsI can’t believe I have almost hit my 10 month mark. It is
crazy how fast the time has gone by. Things are getting a little bit
better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to take things one day at
a time because each day is different of how I feel. I never put in my first post
that they left a hole in the back of my head. The Dr. told Ben and my mom that
they had to leave a piece of my skull out the size of a quarter. They said the
reason why they didn’t put it back in was because in the back of your skull the
skull will not fuse back together so the bone would just float there and never
grow together. So now I am left with this hole that I was told was the size of
a quarter but my mom can stick her whole fist in it. So I would say it is not
the size of a quarter. I wonder if I didn’t have the hole in the back of my
head if I wouldn’t have so much pain. So if you see me with my hand held up to
the back of my head it is because it feels better to put pressure on the
hole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me they wanted to wait
longer to see what happens before they put a plate over the hole. I am ok with
it because I really don’t want another foreign thing in my body. I also have a
pretty stiff neck from were they cut down my neck and the hole in my head make
it really uncomfortable to move my head.<br />
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I had a MRI a few months ago and they told me that my brain
stem is bent. They told me that this is also another waiting game to see if it
will fix itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it has all been a
waiting game. That has seemed to be the most frustrating part. I hate not having
answers. Things have got much easier. I have been taking care of my kids since
January.
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Even though I can say this has been one of the hardest thing
I have ever went through, I am constantly reminded of how blessed I truly
am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This whole thing could have ended up
so much worse. I don’t have cancer. I have heard so many different stories of
brain tumors and most are cancer. I feel so lucky and blessed. I just have to
get through the pain and I feel so blessed I don’t have to go through chemo on
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My hair has grown back a lot. I wish it would grow faster
because I am now in an awkward stage. I can’t really pull it up because I have
all the hairs hanging out. I was very lucky though and my hair is thick enough
that as long as the wind isn’t blowing you can’t even tell my head was shaved
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Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-82039506673609069902014-02-21T20:39:00.005-08:002014-02-21T20:39:59.597-08:00GraduationBen finally made it to graduation day. We knew that Law School
would be a long, hard road for the both of us. Hard for him with all the time
and studying. Hard for the kids and I for never seeing him. He has been soooo
amazing through this whole thing. We had no idea how hard it really was going
to be. Starting with the end of his first year and into the second with me
being so sick and pregnant with Cael. Then into his 3<sup>rd</sup> year with
the brain tumor. He has not had it easy. But on top of it all he pulled out
with amazing grades. His amazing determination and by the grace of God he was
able to finish. Just one step left, the Bar the end of July.<br />
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for his graduation. I was a little nervous of how I would handle the trip but
it wasn’t bad at all. Ben's parents also came back with us. We had a ton of fun
seeing our friends again. It almost felt like I never left. It is crazy to
think how we will all now go our separate ways. Hope we will always stay in
touch. After graduation we went down to NYC with Ben's parents. Had a ton of fun
and at last made it to a Broadway show. Every time we went to NYC before we
always had kids with us so it was hard to go. I finally was able to see Wicked.
It was awesome, I would recommend it.<br />
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Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-6796844649000501722014-02-21T20:39:00.004-08:002014-02-21T20:39:48.284-08:00Cassidy Pre School GraduationCassidy actually ended up attending 2 different pre schools.
I signed her up for one in Springville and she went to that one for 2 weeks
before we found out about the brain tumor. Then when I spent time with my
parents in Enterprise my mom was able to get her
into the Pre School at her elementary. Then when we
went back in January she continued to go back at the Springville Pre
School. Since we were
gone to NY when Cassidy’s pre school ended in Springville, the Pre School
in Enterprise
invited her to come graduate with them.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-9733564423056536962014-02-21T20:39:00.002-08:002014-02-21T20:39:31.975-08:00Grandma SingletonMy Grandma Singleton died March 15<sup>th</sup>. She had
been fighting cancer the last 2 yrs. She was my role model. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never heard her complain one time and she
was sick often.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed like we would
take turns of who would be in the hospital. When they first found her cancer
was when I was pregnant with Cael. It seemed like we were always in the
hospital at the same time. I would go in for being so dehydrated or passing
kidney stones and she would have to go in for another surgery or from being so
sick from the chemo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She decided to quit
chemo a few months before they found my brain tumor. The chemo was making her
so sick we all wondered if the chemo would kill her before the cancer. She was
able to regain a lot of strength after she quit. In fact when I came to stay
with my mom for those few months my grandma was right there helping me. I knew
how tired she was and that she didn’t feel good but she would never tell me or
let me know. All she wanted to do was help me. She would come help take care of
the kids while my mom went to work. We would have not survived without her
help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel so lucky to have been able
to spend that extra time with her. She was one amazing lady. <br />
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Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-56741213905197063182012-11-06T22:23:00.000-08:002012-11-07T15:24:09.921-08:00My Curve Ball<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What a journey I have been on.
Thanks for all your prayers and support. You never know when life is going to
throw you a curve ball, and for me, it was pretty scary for a little bit. I am
sure many of you have heard bits and pieces of what has happened, but to cure
your curiosity, I will tell you in my own words exactly what went down. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A few years ago, I started having
really bad headaches (don’t start freaking out just because you too have bad
headaches there is more to the story). About the same time, or soon thereafter,
I also would get dizzy really easy. (I thought I had vertigo). Sometime around
when this all started, parts of my face and lips were going tingly on and off.
At that point I decided to go to the doctor. He advised me to get an MRI, but
the insurance we had would not cover the cost of an MRI, so we decided not to
get one at that time. Soon thereafter, we moved to New York for my outstanding
hubby to attend law school. The symptoms never went away. They would constantly
come and go. I again went to see a doc who sent me on to a neurologist. He sent
me to physical therapy for vertigo. It didn't help. Even the therapist said I wasn't
the usual vertigo patient. I got pregnant with CaeI and then got kidney stones.
I had so many other pains and discomforts that I did not pay much attention to
what was going on with my head. After Cael was born, he was such a bad sleeper
I contributed it to not getting any sleep. The longer it went on the worse
everything got. Headaches, earaches, jaw pain, feeling like I had a cavity.
Just didn't realize what was really going on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ben applied for BYU law school this
summer and we thought the chances of him getting in were like 10%...never
thinking we would get in. Well to our surprise, he got in but we didn't find
out until the first of August and school started the 20th of August. So we made
a fast move from NY to UT. We got settle into our new apartment. Things were
getting worse with the dizziness and it was getting to the point that my face
would go numb. It felt like I had just got out of the dentist and my checks,
lips and tongue were trying to come un numb. It was a weird feeling. I was
trying to find a doctor to go to but everyone I tried was booked for a few
weeks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A few weeks later I went and played
volleyball with my friend Rachel. It had been a while since I had played and
figured I would be a little bit rusty. Well the longer I went on playing, the
harder I found it to even find the ball in the air. Every time I looked up I
was so dizzy I couldn't even see the ball. It was then I realized just how bad
things were getting. The next day I made a ton of phone calls and was able to
get into a doctor that next week. I went in on Monday September 10. I told the
doctor all my symptoms. I figured since I had gone through this step before, he
would send me to a neurologist before he would send me for an MRI. Well to my
surprise, and blessing, he said let’s get you scheduled for an MRI to see what
is going on. I was so happy. I thought for sure I would have to see more
doctors before I reached that point. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was scheduled for the MRI
Wednesday morning, Sept 12. I went into have the MRI and the tech asked me if I
was nursing or pregnant because they have to put a dye in you that shows all
the nerves. I told him I was nursing. He went and talked to the Radiologist and
he thought it would be ok if I didn't do the dye. They would just get scans of
the brain then I wouldn't have to worry about pumping and dumping. I was put in
the tube trying to take deep breaths and trying not to think about the small
space I was in. Anyone that has had an MRI done before knows what I’m talking
about and I was shocked by how loud it was. About 15 min into the scan they
pulled me out which I thought was weird because they told me I was going to be
in there for around 30 min. When I got out, the tech came up to me and said, “Because
you are having vertigo, the Radiologist wants to put the dye in so we can see
all the nerves. The tech was acting kind of strange the whole time after he
pulled me out and I wasn't sure what to think about it. He then put me back in
and said it should take another 20 min.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After finishing, I asked the tech
how long it would take to get the results. He said if your doctor does not call
you by tomorrow you make sure you call him. So I left not knowing what to think.
I knew the tech couldn't tell me anything but he was sure acting strange. By
the time the afternoon rolled around I still had not heard anything. I kept
telling myself, well no news is good news right? I figured if something was
really wrong they wouldn't have let this whole day go by without calling me.
That night we took the kids swimming and never heard from anyone. That brought
some relief. My mom and I both believed I would have got a call if something
was wrong. The next day I did my usual day. In fact, I remember that day I felt
really good. My head wasn't hurting, I wasn't tired and I had more energy than
usual. I was thinking to myself, I feel really good today. That is a good sign.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That afternoon, Sept 13, at
about 4:00, Ben came walking in the door. I was so happy. Ben never comes home
before 6:00. It meant we had a little time to go outside and play with the kids…we
don't get many afternoons together. Ben was home maybe ten minutes and my phone
rang. I looked down and saw it was the doctor office. Right when I noticed the
number my stomach just hurt. I went into the back room to answer it. The doctor
was on the phone. He said, “We have your results from the MRI.” He said, “I
hate doing this to you on the phone but I don't have much choice. It looks like
they found a tumor.” He said, “The good part is it is on the outside of your
brain so it is easy to get to. It is about 2mm by 3mm.” I don't even remember
what I said back to him. I was in so much shock. I walked into my closet and
dropped to the ground. He said, “We need you to go to the ER as soon as you can
get there. I have just talked to the surgeon that is on call. He has looked at
your scans and wants you to come now.” He then informed me that the doctor that
was on call that day was one of the best and I would be in good hands. I hung
up the phone not even crying but in shock and Ben standing by me knowing
something was wrong. I tried to tell him the best I could what I had just been
told. Sitting in my closet in tears, both of my kids came in. Cassidy put her
arms around me and Cael just sat right in my lap. It is crazy how kids can
sense when something isn't right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After Ben calmed me down, he got on
the phone and called my friend Rachel and asked if she would take the kids. She
was my life saver that day. At least I knew they would be ok with her. We
grabbed a bunch of stuff and headed out the door. Ben made all the phone calls.
There was no way I could even talk to anyone on the phone. He called my parents
who were at my nephew’s birthday party. I felt so bad because I knew it was
going to ruin it all. They were in St George and had to drive back to
Enterprise to get all their stuff because they didn't know how long they were
going to be gone and then headed to Provo. After dropping off the kids, we
headed to the ER and checked in. I was told they would be waiting for me and
the doctor was in surgery and would be with me as soon as he got out. They took
us back to a room and we probably waited there for the doctor at least 2 hrs.
Thank goodness Aunt Karla came and visited while we waited…she help lighten the
mood. You never know what you are going to see setting in the ER so at least we
got a little bit of a show ha ha.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After what seemed like forever, the
doctor came in and looked at me and said, Wow, you look good.” I was shocked by
the response. I didn't know how I was suppose to look. He then asked me to
stand up and walk in a straight line. I had never really tried to do that for
awhile and to my surprise I wasn't good at it at all. You would think I had
been drinking or something. Then he had me do a bunch of other things to test
me. He then had me follow his finger with my eyes back and forth. He said to my
family, “See, there it is.” As my eyes were following his finger, my eyes would
bounce…they wouldn't move back and forth smoothly like they should. I thought
to myself, “Well that explains the dizziness.” After he got done doing that, we
walked over to a computer were I saw the scan of my head. I sat down and was in
shock after looking at it. I was told the tumor was only 2 mm by 3mm that is
like the size of a cherry or something. As soon as I looked at the scan, I knew
it was much bigger. He told me the reason I had to come in today is because the
tumor was so big it was pushing on my fourth ventricle and starting to close it
off. I didn't know a dang thing about the brains but I was learning fast. The
fourth ventricle has fluid that runs up and down it and if it gets closed off,
it means big trouble. He said I was lucky I had not passed out yet for how
small of space was there. If it would have closed off, it would have caused a
lot of brain damage, and in my case, it was only time before it was closed. He
told me that these kinds of tumors are usually benign 99% of the time but we
would have to get it out to make sure. He said this is a big tumor so I’m not
sure what I will find when I get in there. There was a chance I could come out
with a droopy face on the left side, hearing loss in my left ear and a lazy
left eye. I will admit it was hard taking this all in. I remember thinking to
myself, when am I going to wake up? This isn't happening to me. This is not my
life. Somewhere in all the middle of it, I heard on top of it they were going
to have to shave my whole head. WOW!!!!!!!! It was a lot to take in. I was
going to come out looking like a totally different person and in the back of my
head wondering if I was going to come out at all after looking at that picture
of the tumor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After the doctor got done explaining
everything to me, he was standing to my side and came around to the front of me
and just looked at me. I looked up at him and he said, Are you ok?” I said “I’m
in shock. This is a lot to take in.” He said, “I know. That’s why I want to
make sure you’re ok.” He then started to talk to his assistant about what day
to do the surgery, Friday or Saturday. He said, “I have to talk in Stake Conference
Friday night so I would like to do the surgery Friday morning so I can make
sure you’re ok before I leave town Sunday. It was then I learned that my doctor
was in the Stake Presidency. He asked if it was ok if he prepared his talked
during the surgery. I told him as long as he was talking to God while he was
doing it, I didn't care at all. After that I felt so much peace come over me. I
knew I was in good hands and I knew I was going to be ok. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After talking to the doctor, I was
admitted to the hospital and was started on steroids to help shrink the
swelling. Not very often does the ICU have patience that can walk to their beds…I
was one of the few. They had me stay right in the ICU. That made it a little
hard because normally they will not let kids in but thanks goodness they made
an exception for me. Aunt Karla went and got my kids and brought them to see me
one last time before my surgery. It was an emotional time because I knew things
were going to change after that night. I was hooked up to all kinds of tubes
and didn't want to scare my kids. It was hard to hold Cael with all those
tubes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My parents finally made it and
were shown the scan. As time went on we found out by word of mouth that I had
the best surgeon in the area. He is top ten in the nation. I think that night
was the longest night of my life. I don't think I slept for one minute. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made my dad take this pic of me the night before so I could compare it later to see if I had a droopy face</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After what seemed like forever, 6:30
finally rolled around. Ben and my mom were there with me when the doctor came
in. He said that he had gotten a good night’s rest. He said, You are prettier
and younger than most patients I see. But that also means you are a young
mother and that puts a lot of pressure on me. But I like pressure.” They
wheeled me down and I was told Ben and my mom could wait in the holding room
with me. When we got down to the OR floor they stopped and said we would need
to say goodbye here. We were shocked and then they wheeled me off to a room all
by myself to wait for 45 minutes. That’s a long time to sit and wait with your
thoughts. They took me in about 7 am and wheeled me out about 1:30 pm.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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would go out to my family about how the progression of the surgery was going. I
remember them waking me up and asking me to move my tongue around. As far as
they could tell, there was no nerve damage. By the way, the tumor ending up
being the size of a baseball. I will never look at a baseball the same way. The
doctor thinks that it was a slow-growing tumor that I have had for about 3
years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stayed in the ICU for two days.
The first day felt just like I had had my head cut open. I was on a lot of meds
and so I felt yucky. I had about eight different tubes running out of me. They
had me up and walking the first day. The morning of the third day they moved me
to a room. The bouncing of the ride about killed me. Doctor Riechman had no
mercy and ripped the bandage off the incision site before I even knew what he
was doing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was in the hospital a week. Talk
about feeling lucky that I didn't have a saggy face and they ended up not shaving
all of my hair. Just leaving what they needed leaving me something to work
with. I didn't realize how lucky I really was until I went back to get my
stitches out. When my mom and I walked in and she told them Marsha Wilson is
here to get her staples out every head in the office looked up. They asked my
mom how I was and where I was. They all knew my name and my scans had been
passed around in the office. The PA came in helped take 32 staples out of my
head and he kept commenting on how good I looked and that my face isn't droopy.
He asked if I wanted to see my tumor and pulled out his phone. I said, “My
tumor is on your phone?” He said, “Well it is one of the three biggest tumors
that I have ever seen. I use this for educational purposes. I wouldn't have missed
that surgery for nothing. All your nerves were glowing there in your brain
stem.” As my mom and I walked out, we looked at each other and said I think I
dodged a bigger bullet than I realized.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 32 staples</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">After three weeks I moved down to
So. Utah and I started noticing my incision was getting squishy and I felt like
there was a brick on the back of my neck. I got in so much pain that we went to
the ER in the night. They did a CAT scan and saw that the fluid hadn't gone
down. Fluid had filled the baseball size hole and was supposed to absorb
itself. It had gone down about half way when I went to So. Utah and then it
just didn't keep absorbing like it should have. My doctor was in California so
I had to wait a week for him to get back and decide what to do with me. We went
back up north and after testing, he decided it was best if they put a shunt in.
He had thought about putting one in at the time of the surgery but because I
was young he decided to see if my body would take care of the fluid without it.
On Monday, Oct 15, they went back in and put in a shunt that will stay in for the
rest of my life. It has a pressure value that drains the fluid off. It goes
from the top of my brain down by my left ear, down the middle of my chest and
drains into my abdomen. They told me I would be in the hospital for two days so
I thought it would be an easy surgery. They didn't explain that if it drains too
fast, the effects that I would have would, in a sense, be like a brain trauma.
I ended up staying until Friday because the pain caused so much stress I threw
up every time I stood. They told me my brain had to adjust to having lots of
pressure to no pressure and even my heart had to adjust to how much blood it
sent to my brain when I stood up. It felt like this surgery was harder than the
first. The doctor told me this is not like the flu. You can't just expect to
recover that fast. This is going to be a long journey. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am now three weeks out from that
surgery and each day is a little better. I have to look at the small progresses
and take everything in baby steps and use lots of patience. This has been the
hardest road I have ever traveled. It is so hard to watch other people taking
care of my kids. It is so much harder being the receiver than the giver.
Looking back at how everything has fallen together, I feel so blessed because I
can see the Lord's hand in it all. From the moment of Ben getting into BYU,
right down to the day I got called into the ER causing me to get the doctor I
did, it is clear to see the Lord's hand in it all. I can't imagine going
through this and being in NY. I hope there are no more hiccups and my progress
moves forward. Through this trial I have had so much support from family and
friends. I have really felt your support and hope one day I can repay you all.</span></div>
Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-5796862382562662922012-11-06T22:22:00.000-08:002012-11-06T22:22:13.028-08:00Cael's BlessingWe were able to go home for Christmas. It was a little scary flying home with Cael only being 6 weeks old but he did so awesome. He slept the whole time both ways. We also were able to bless him while we were there. He is such a studly little man in his outfit. Thanks to Grandma Joeen and great abilities of sewing.<br />
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<br />Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-91889959260288300032012-11-06T22:21:00.004-08:002012-11-06T22:21:55.546-08:00Our Little ManThings have been so crazy the last few months I haven't had much time to
post anything. Gosh it sure is a big change to have 2 kids that is for sure. I
am feeling lucky to get a shower in for the day. Forgive me for the long post
but i use this like a journal. <br />
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Even though it was a very long 9 months for Ben and I it is all worth it in
the end. Let me point out it was probably a lot longer for Ben than me with all
the complaining I was doing. At least I have the best hubby ever who can handle
it. Lets just say we made way to many visits to the hospital. The first 4
months I was so sick I had to keep getting IVs to keep me hydrated. Then after
that it was the kidney stones, next the gestational diabetes. Lets just say it
is a very mean thing to put a prego woman on a diet with no sugar.<br />
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They decided it was best to start me a week early because of the diabetes
and the kidney stones. Even though it wasn't what I really wanted to do to walk
into the hospital and ask them to put me in more pain, it was for the best. We
went to the hospital the night before the 3rd and they hooked me up with some meds.
I was there for 4 hrs still only dilated to a 2 so the Dr's decided to give me
another dose before changing the medication. Well 30 minutes later I thought I
was going to die! I was getting contractions together every 2 min. I had to beg
them for the drugs. So they checked me and I was dilated to a 5. Yes that means
they could give me some drugs. <o:p></o:p><br />
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They called my Dr. and she didn't want them to give it to me until she got
there. I guess sometimes the babies heart rate will drop after an epidural so
to be on the safe side she wanted to be there first. Well about 20 min later
she showed up, checked me and informed me that it was too late, I was already
at a 9 and couldn't have the drugs. Can you just say shoot me now!!!!! I really
thought I was going to die. I knew there was no way out of this one. At least
he came fast. They told me that I went from a 9 to delivering him in 7 minutes.
I guess I better be careful if I ever have another baby not to wait around to
decide if I am in labor or I just might deliver at my home......<o:p></o:p><br />
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Cael Benjamin Wilson was born on November 3rd weighing in at 7lbs 13ozs.
Only 2oz heavier than Cassidy. Not too bad for having gestational diabetes.
Just grateful he wasn't any bigger that is for sure. Also I am here to say
since I have experienced both now, natural labor is a lot more painful than
kidney stones. I can say kidney stones are a really close second though that is
for sure.<br />
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So here in NY they do things different. A lot different. You have to share
your recovery room and that was awful! It was like staying in a closet. How are
you suppose to recover when the girl you are sharing the room with has her 2 yr
old son in the room the whole time trapped in a tiny space? Can I say torture?
How is anyone suppose to recover like that? I was just grateful they only made
us stay one night and not two. <br />
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Since I was started early, it messed things up with when my mom bought her
plane tickets to come out here to help me. Thank goodness my sister flies for free
so she was able to come out and help me until my mom could get there. Let's
just say my sister ended up being the biggest life saver ever! A couple days
after I was home, I just didn't feel right. I went back to the Dr and they
informed me that there was some placenta left in me so I needed to have a D and
C. I really couldn't believe my luck. So the next day I had to go in for
surgery. I was just grateful my sister was there to help take care of my kids.<br />
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Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-84670658929515320362011-10-31T12:41:00.001-07:002011-10-31T13:12:32.454-07:00HalloweenThis year for Halloween, Cassidy insisted on being Bell from Beauty and the Beast. She looked ridiculously beautiful. Our ward did a trunk or treat and we had alot of fun and scored a lot of candy. Hopefully Ben and I can resist eating all of Cassidy's candy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR2LW8_lIYK456H0Wy7x5iafvdb_ZL9i4JbkWsTYMyI0SN5CaJKm6UZJDloSmeB4fZ_z0LvMny9mjBJLmC17vulLkJ_CC0hNggkkb8ri5NsrEjSbwankDl5uHG65eVQNLEclJUDqDK1Y/s1600/136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR2LW8_lIYK456H0Wy7x5iafvdb_ZL9i4JbkWsTYMyI0SN5CaJKm6UZJDloSmeB4fZ_z0LvMny9mjBJLmC17vulLkJ_CC0hNggkkb8ri5NsrEjSbwankDl5uHG65eVQNLEclJUDqDK1Y/s320/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669744457103070258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EYZMmHqMjRiQP2TFLZXuDMFDfRqR2X9KdbDm12CdNgoIQWBfCTVgCDdr7koFq216lZBxwGdNxJ9lJN3qz13n-Z09-1RNxOwwdGx7qVKnML1X_zUzzLWkew2n0AEetnV3-1K5cjWm2o4/s1600/135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EYZMmHqMjRiQP2TFLZXuDMFDfRqR2X9KdbDm12CdNgoIQWBfCTVgCDdr7koFq216lZBxwGdNxJ9lJN3qz13n-Z09-1RNxOwwdGx7qVKnML1X_zUzzLWkew2n0AEetnV3-1K5cjWm2o4/s320/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669744447967568242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKoiasfKW8jNGUz9f82zJKqzcJ7wB_1oYk3dB_9A4uI4rEKGEwZVLE9RNCFIGRJN_4ihF6jZhTns447FnpreZ2kgO5t3gG2Flg7AiTH0_BYh-XIQvJHSqOHOgvGhcmtq4PXGR3XzcN3k/s1600/130.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKoiasfKW8jNGUz9f82zJKqzcJ7wB_1oYk3dB_9A4uI4rEKGEwZVLE9RNCFIGRJN_4ihF6jZhTns447FnpreZ2kgO5t3gG2Flg7AiTH0_BYh-XIQvJHSqOHOgvGhcmtq4PXGR3XzcN3k/s320/130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669744443954936818" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOcCjd42sXM8Fq5yKcV7K76zXiafE2nC1swP2nVOKaJF9h0lwxRfMpqYzSh3PpwYMi5SN6qvVWaBCYb-mttvJzH02UszQ7BbYd3aEq7izOfP_pPncTTx2ifxqs_z477f7mHJeYLolMkw/s1600/137.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOcCjd42sXM8Fq5yKcV7K76zXiafE2nC1swP2nVOKaJF9h0lwxRfMpqYzSh3PpwYMi5SN6qvVWaBCYb-mttvJzH02UszQ7BbYd3aEq7izOfP_pPncTTx2ifxqs_z477f7mHJeYLolMkw/s320/137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669746090582822770" border="0" /></a>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-48533953181786654882011-10-31T12:32:00.000-07:002011-10-31T13:11:15.111-07:00Baby......So I will spare you all and not post too many pictures of my big belly. But look how cute Cassidy is. She loves to give kisses to her little brother. She continually feels my belly and talks to him. It amazes me how much she understands or at least I think she understands about what is really happening. This is her giving him a big kiss when I am 35 weeks pregnant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HYC05tOTcZkPzmRPltO_D1GRdHOKTZE9hbQ1YOC1w4IDda8_fC_OtlzMWYYg_eBN_FGpzroAZAxDpeS3anMzIOFEecFLfenr00tzT8LYti7copCABhUvXXn-btLAfS0aS13RKmF9nBU/s1600/127.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HYC05tOTcZkPzmRPltO_D1GRdHOKTZE9hbQ1YOC1w4IDda8_fC_OtlzMWYYg_eBN_FGpzroAZAxDpeS3anMzIOFEecFLfenr00tzT8LYti7copCABhUvXXn-btLAfS0aS13RKmF9nBU/s320/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669741920164540946" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsrJuh7sBgsjAJ6CHnfggrgGngLCTv-WhQ2TkEdM0vA2XF_B4IR46aMpPTGkvc-U9DyXTJh6eDghzPd4O81av0K9pSaWHBPmEa62WssWFI_FqEfFud-1AzI9_RxLrURBfiG82uKtoc5Y/s1600/37+weeks.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsrJuh7sBgsjAJ6CHnfggrgGngLCTv-WhQ2TkEdM0vA2XF_B4IR46aMpPTGkvc-U9DyXTJh6eDghzPd4O81av0K9pSaWHBPmEa62WssWFI_FqEfFud-1AzI9_RxLrURBfiG82uKtoc5Y/s320/37+weeks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669741920678791042" border="0" /></a>In this picture, I am 37 weeks at the Dr. office where I swear I live these days...always waiting for the Dr. It is really boring, so I took this picture to entertain myself.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-88542786365347103402011-10-31T12:12:00.000-07:002011-10-31T13:08:58.182-07:00Lake OntarioFor Labor Day weekend we headed up to Lake Ontario. We had so much fun. I couldn't believe how warm the water was. It was so great; we felt like we were at the ocean but without the salt water. Just looking at the lake it reminds me of the ocean because it goes on forever....<br /><br />The sand was amazing. I could pretty much say it was the softest sand I have ever felt. As you can tell from the pictures, the sunset is breath taking. 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<br /></a>Well...summer sure did fly by. We spent almost three months in Utah, and we are now back in Syracuse. We enjoyed our time and had a tun of fun with our friends and family. Ben enjoyed his internship in Salt lake. He enjoyed the lawyer he worked with, and he learned a ton from him. it was a good experience, but it was hard for both of us because we only seen each other on the weekend. We are very greatefull for all the people who helped us out (Sam and Kristine, and Jess and Andrew especially!!) When we left Syracuse, I was only 14 weeks pregnant, so we did not think we would find out what we were having until we went back to New York. But, thanks to a bought with Kidney Stones, I had to go to the hospital, and while I was there I had the doctor to take a peek. Kidney Stones are no joke...that was a lot of pain, but it was worth it to find out what we are having. Benjamin is getting his wish, can you believe it is a boy? I still have a hard time believing it and still wont until i see him with my own eyes. As you can tell we are very excited. we will now have one of each. All i can say about being pregnant with a boy is they seem to be a pain from the start...just kidding.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtyG1AGM45iFIExAWHpjDErWQF5-eu7NgX6oBvm8IVnFW0ZpB1VVgnZjTgicEEXgDwGH01EYt82T3vbNXBK-t1LeKoKZM23v0V-A9ONt1BaffgdMKPFAi38EtCDmwRZSpuXb954hhwuc/s1600/162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtyG1AGM45iFIExAWHpjDErWQF5-eu7NgX6oBvm8IVnFW0ZpB1VVgnZjTgicEEXgDwGH01EYt82T3vbNXBK-t1LeKoKZM23v0V-A9ONt1BaffgdMKPFAi38EtCDmwRZSpuXb954hhwuc/s320/162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644499254234192290" border="0" /></a>While we were there, we Celebrated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cassidy</span> birthday. I still cannot believe my little girl is 3. It really does seem like yesterday she was a baby. Of Course her request for her birthday cake was Elmo. That is the kind of cake she had for her last birthday and that is one of the things she didn't forget about her birthday last year. My family all went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Midvale</span> to my Brother in law's family cabin for a couple of days. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cassidy</span> birthday happen to land on the same weekend so it worked out great. We were able to celebrate it with my whole family. This year she realized what presents are, and she had so much fun opening them.
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<br />Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-30103810712434428442011-05-03T13:09:00.000-07:002011-05-07T11:38:24.085-07:00Crazy Few Months<div>So it has been a long time since I updated my blog. Life has been to say the least a little crazy lately. First about 2 months ago we found out that Ben got an internship for the summer in Salt Lake. We have been so excited because this meant that we would be able to spend the summer in UT yea!!! The only hard part is the fact that we will only get to see Ben on the weekends because Cass and I will stay in Southern Utah with family. We will survive somehow. I figure it can't be any worse then it is now with how busy he is with school. This is a great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">opportunity</span> and to top it off we get to be home for awhile. </div><br /><br /><div><br />The other crazy thing in our lives right now besides finals is we are pregnant. Yea!!!! We are so excited but only 13 weeks along and it has been quite the ride and not even half way through. This pregnancy I have been way sick. I was sick with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cassidy</span></span> but not this bad. I took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span></span> with her and it helped <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span>. With this one I take <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span></span> and it only takes the edge off. At one point I got so sick and dehydrated that they put me in the hospital. Now that wasn't fun at all. At least it was only for 24 hrs, but it was a long 24 hrs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span></span> I am just so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> at that point it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> during finals for Ben. He has been my life saver.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>One <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span> I got out of it all and wasn't expecting with all the other crazy things going on with my family at home was my mom flew out to help me for a couple days. Ben and my whole family kept it a secret that she was even coming. So one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Saturday</span> morning Ben tells me he was going to go to the store to get me some food so I would be okay while he went to school to study. Well 30 min later he comes back in the door with no food but, even better, my mom. Boy was i shocked. Of course Ben took pictures of me. I will only show you the one that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> show my face because I look so bad. It was so nice to have my mom come out and help me get back on my feet. It was so hard to see her leave. The only thing that made it easier was the fact that I was going to be able to come home a month later.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So that is what has been going on with us. Crazy but getting better. We now just have to survive finals and we get to go home yea!!!!!!!!!!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOq7_R_bEiYTyAZ4eWxGVSpGVlaaWZ7pSSmw5jAmDa0E4AwBQ6lNIyXn-190crSsPoqeZPs66_8Jd8yme05wDIp5H47-a8q1iV-CZS69DAGF3rW1I6KbwHYt02zVs5KYgTT3Is43fsYqQ/s1600/104.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602590753325089234" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOq7_R_bEiYTyAZ4eWxGVSpGVlaaWZ7pSSmw5jAmDa0E4AwBQ6lNIyXn-190crSsPoqeZPs66_8Jd8yme05wDIp5H47-a8q1iV-CZS69DAGF3rW1I6KbwHYt02zVs5KYgTT3Is43fsYqQ/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /></a>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-21315580944516852532011-05-03T12:49:00.000-07:002011-05-03T13:02:01.881-07:00Crazy Weather in Syracuse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9fyu1rRjwChJ8t-9_RKjW7Kf7WWS6ErVCyF2ozJpHclLEhopZWZKCdNJSMGXNRtx3kQdXqF6b-TEytfg3z4P7gmABnHmgBDXhA2-1wgpQwrG1R5UYP2RVtkQmL3Ousmevu8CJHcjago/s1600/093.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9fyu1rRjwChJ8t-9_RKjW7Kf7WWS6ErVCyF2ozJpHclLEhopZWZKCdNJSMGXNRtx3kQdXqF6b-TEytfg3z4P7gmABnHmgBDXhA2-1wgpQwrG1R5UYP2RVtkQmL3Ousmevu8CJHcjago/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602581533676513090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9R9agY3mJwkUhGnvdlsFwSsyOxp0PQAZIUxs2QBHkZ0PMXFm0cvkBQzjCHCgSWO_vReuJBfV-zNXghbdOgRWpeAoB7sIa8JPooPdBYlLFVVCV0ScK7a58b7HMoxK-yZb3oAQBaNq84I/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9R9agY3mJwkUhGnvdlsFwSsyOxp0PQAZIUxs2QBHkZ0PMXFm0cvkBQzjCHCgSWO_vReuJBfV-zNXghbdOgRWpeAoB7sIa8JPooPdBYlLFVVCV0ScK7a58b7HMoxK-yZb3oAQBaNq84I/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602581529587282322" border="0" /></a><br />So all i can say about living here in Syracuse is the fact that i don't think i have ever seen such crazy weather. Between the snow and the rain you never know what you are going to get. Last week it started to rain and thunder pretty loud. We had had so much rain the past few days i didn't think much about it. Then all the sudden it started to rain really hard and the wind started picking up. I took a look out the window to see how much rain was coming down and this is what was going on the corner of my street so crazy. I walked outside to take pictures and the whole neighborhood was outside. While standing there watching it all, my next door neighbor told me she just heard on the radio that a tornado had hit the town that was about 25 min away from me. So crazy, just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">great full</span> it wasn't by us.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-461158206329051342011-03-02T12:15:00.000-08:002011-03-02T17:53:16.342-08:00Trip to New York City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycsjLFkpsiffaCeGxH_Nk0EadKusS_Vp9K95GTrqThFsOLKDi30crfKNoWSouTFIbN5oGbbsIbuBrN9eAJG1G4Gedq7MpWjxJA1MQAJQzI-9d_8YGwQwQAwihOXnqIOEQwB3wo0gaIpQ/s1600/481.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycsjLFkpsiffaCeGxH_Nk0EadKusS_Vp9K95GTrqThFsOLKDi30crfKNoWSouTFIbN5oGbbsIbuBrN9eAJG1G4Gedq7MpWjxJA1MQAJQzI-9d_8YGwQwQAwihOXnqIOEQwB3wo0gaIpQ/s200/481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579581803489709842" border="0" />.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVjKaJJJDyAu2b_YyxAeeQJ6aJDfTUxjfQVxbwY7E6QnX7BQ5WiZrNV6Sx_iAypz4Ck9fD5ckGeNrg_Ax0GJgJZWYJjogWRXTYYBdVUDjXcnbm3v313YRrYw1k3t5yFIMeoXKgn3Z318/s1600/470.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVjKaJJJDyAu2b_YyxAeeQJ6aJDfTUxjfQVxbwY7E6QnX7BQ5WiZrNV6Sx_iAypz4Ck9fD5ckGeNrg_Ax0GJgJZWYJjogWRXTYYBdVUDjXcnbm3v313YRrYw1k3t5yFIMeoXKgn3Z318/s200/470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579581795847031538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMgWWzJavCx8VEHvo5_JU5m87dCmz50FzJhuoBBGODDHvZLsPAKHrcxjvCAn81j0dZjFSa49UPdZLcMmQ3nVy3nd6qxUzUnOugqHvCeS3XbLTD39AwMueffh86eZiEuYNYamez7NOq7g/s1600/488.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMgWWzJavCx8VEHvo5_JU5m87dCmz50FzJhuoBBGODDHvZLsPAKHrcxjvCAn81j0dZjFSa49UPdZLcMmQ3nVy3nd6qxUzUnOugqHvCeS3XbLTD39AwMueffh86eZiEuYNYamez7NOq7g/s200/488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579581791976604178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLO3c7CzDu8ih5SBCQN6Vr7SIGXM5p2NzkFchLC96K1obTWNhw2aOYWeDbu6qQUJNIi3xi_7PhtpUB2YHKh7k9V2UmAlB2bG-nkqjuqfeNqpZFkaJvLZ_2QgQQs-4oBk6dmCAFMWokuE/s1600/458.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLO3c7CzDu8ih5SBCQN6Vr7SIGXM5p2NzkFchLC96K1obTWNhw2aOYWeDbu6qQUJNIi3xi_7PhtpUB2YHKh7k9V2UmAlB2bG-nkqjuqfeNqpZFkaJvLZ_2QgQQs-4oBk6dmCAFMWokuE/s200/458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579581788337688482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhQnffJEx9Z5RmAP8muAQMtGtDcbUi9x5JDFAq9wgEyX2nd731T8ul8dOX0i1oJ2C1egPmCdaUODNIPXJDqYwmqXCqjEpwSkCh-XBf2V10pvweA9D888Xq5JfHeE6UhsnZhFCTsjDnNE/s1600/455.JPG"><br /></a><br />We decided to get out of Syracuse for a day. You feel a little trapped here with all the snow, so we headed out for the weekend. It was a little on the cold side, but it was so worth it. We had a ton of fun! I love NYC; there is always something new to see. We had to bundle Cassidy up like a burrito. Surprisingly she stayed like that without throwing a fit. She realized how cold it was without all the layers, and she too was happy to be out of the house. As we were waking by Time Square, we spotted Elmo. I was excited thinking that Cassidy was going to love seeing him; however, when we got closer she saw him and started to scream. I was surprised by her reaction. I should have known that she would have said he was too big. The rest of the night she kept saying, "I don't want to see Elmo."<br /><br />We were able to go to church Sunday morning which was cool because the Manhattan ward has their meetings in the Manhattan temple (same building). So we were able to go inside the temple to go to church.<br /><br />We went to a huge toy store that Cassidy loved. Wish we could have been able to afford something in there. We picked up a tiny stuffed animal half the size of a hand, and it cost $50.00. Cassidy also loved ridding on the subway. She thought it was pretty fun ridding on the big trains. I forget how much there is to do in NYC. We could have stayed there all week and never got bored. I guess it is a good thing it is only 4 hrs from were we live.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-19326994687593784302011-03-02T12:04:00.001-08:002011-03-03T09:20:02.614-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWGF5ZBb-cWDZfOJHtecRruOzXlMKZ2D3gzjyjbAYytJpZOdqb4WTDT-YOl0qFS7uSuDzN28mYnieoZgmJp1TMDbXlk7kyjsdcNQzW2ibh9T_I9JS_Egas_2MMZmiJL1HSG_TGczwXmg/s1600/494.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWGF5ZBb-cWDZfOJHtecRruOzXlMKZ2D3gzjyjbAYytJpZOdqb4WTDT-YOl0qFS7uSuDzN28mYnieoZgmJp1TMDbXlk7kyjsdcNQzW2ibh9T_I9JS_Egas_2MMZmiJL1HSG_TGczwXmg/s320/494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579904612409850770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvp77qRYO_gSOXrarDSrTKC0AF5FhZ0tbR7rgvxojJUfxf4bMxPGBz9M1I0k3n6C0B75Kw9ioXlFqbt03ZEDOFgLrxXYToquPteKATEcyc1BKyq43rXlK8R2iK2c_AVICchkGiT66vJU/s1600/494.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1t3xSRY3Jizyoj6mhORphmyaWki4s1GOBw7L0ZADCeJzdsS1PL8_JaLjsjcFRE2qMCMUMJMCiCzK3R0UNTUC3zWez-LbkdeJWzh74-z4bP2vORYzwXcaX7C_KXMsBBeKhjuK22P10d2Q/s1600/476.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0-gEWqs5CApD7kwlo-t6gfyndHccAmwRawPNrxwy9e4SBHDS4qHFwU7mVPGkHho0rOXd-5TFS1cNKUl8iKqMcLbV5ece8k_PWfiffFJ-N8vFxwTKCL2nRK92qfMx-jSnJF_EGTXFzBg/s200/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571804555617527026" border="0" /></a><br />So the weather has been non stop snow since we got back to Syracuse. I am pretty sure i have never seen so much snow in my life. This is a good day the sun is shinning so Cass and I decided to make the most of it and go play in the snow. It was still so cold outside we only lasted about 10 minutes. It was still so nice to feel the sun on our faces. Cassidy would walk down the paths and the snow in some places would be above her head so crazy. As you can see in one of the pictures Ben is digging the car out of our driveway. Of course he does it without a jacket. The picture of the icicles is right out our bathroom window. That is another thing that is crazy here. So many icicles hanging every where. Guess you better pay attention to were you are walking. 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I am feeling older now my baby sister got married. It is crazy to think that now everyone in the family is now married. We really lucked out while being home. We were able to be there for Christmas the wedding and little Jaxon came right before we left. The hardest part was coming back to so much snow. I am still setting here thinking what did i do moving to such a cold place? If it isnt snowing it is -10 and i am not kidding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEfnCqun-p1Fsy4l0MvQW9rQWnITf40rLagqV0D4cx-V76BwCwXgqy2OOfnbsceHyTRxaTB-GtNt0vIobpJXXtA7kBFM2b-hBJyF3Ph0hG6FYHvb0TP78I8vox9ByvICYBK5pzxQ71G0/s1600/jo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEfnCqun-p1Fsy4l0MvQW9rQWnITf40rLagqV0D4cx-V76BwCwXgqy2OOfnbsceHyTRxaTB-GtNt0vIobpJXXtA7kBFM2b-hBJyF3Ph0hG6FYHvb0TP78I8vox9ByvICYBK5pzxQ71G0/s200/jo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566969482097785250" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAszOgpDVI5BnJknkpPa4kH3TnlAZ1SAYE0_ERa9y51QkNu_vStZ0w6OKsKBY9RtqDyoXWb998S5o031nvUvJEWPnfhCkxoZFsGKDtnegWlcGAM1OWfpcXreDC-G_2S2rF3oTqCiu4ac/s1600/josie.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAszOgpDVI5BnJknkpPa4kH3TnlAZ1SAYE0_ERa9y51QkNu_vStZ0w6OKsKBY9RtqDyoXWb998S5o031nvUvJEWPnfhCkxoZFsGKDtnegWlcGAM1OWfpcXreDC-G_2S2rF3oTqCiu4ac/s200/josie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566969469938095602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-86663901303772961802011-01-27T12:17:00.001-08:002011-01-27T15:25:16.589-08:00Christmas in UtahWe had a ton of fun in Utah during Christmas. It was so nice to be home. We were able to stay for a month, which was nice; however, the time went by too fast. Cass and I flew home by ourselves on Dec 1st...that was an experience! I had never flown by myself, so i knew it was going to be interesting. Of course my flight from Syracuse left late which made me miss my conecting flight in Washington D.C., so Cassidy and I had to kill 4 hrs in the airport waiting for the next flight to Vegas. It made for one long day. I was very greatful when it was over. Ben came to Utah on Dec 16th after finals.<br /><br />Here are some of the things we did while we were there. Grandma let us make cookies with the cousins. As you can tell, Cassidy still hates Santa. To say she did not want to sit on his lap is an under statements; she wouldn't even look at him. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMhb20faO_v21WlFFnfTCv1PWBz2F_dHlL9GFXhSGNI_HgxGgUfFKana58Wz4xdkQDNIyTBW7P8UW-pZbjQbmb4hqEYW-NabrdL_1-R8wbBNxy0f-KOdg_pTK_z3Kjp5HnpnymuDpYvw/s320/Cassidy+looking+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537643258904367202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9KGV07SD6xUVCljbmyGx3yVc1V0Y8koMRsZmN9dpwgld9dgrRSkbKG0B6DWGjlGhOtBy1u6sHeHBwUkf01DEqg9N-1z6mNcaFxoxTVYMLWOzvOjmS53Qv-T8BAHk1zG4v-oGT-S0DZg/s1600/family+sitting+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9KGV07SD6xUVCljbmyGx3yVc1V0Y8koMRsZmN9dpwgld9dgrRSkbKG0B6DWGjlGhOtBy1u6sHeHBwUkf01DEqg9N-1z6mNcaFxoxTVYMLWOzvOjmS53Qv-T8BAHk1zG4v-oGT-S0DZg/s320/family+sitting+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537643256129265346" border="0" /></a>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-19176682511559759112010-11-09T11:45:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:25:00.639-08:00Halloween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8tB-IWIbCz5CMJrPNgSy4GUmRJ0Z8u1Go2kEGK9lr_KmV_y8NfAblHJAvwvG0AzZFStoVLKEo5cFUc71_kwJfEWYBEdTRf8QgKnd4nqE2bGms_CORTJ3Ks1LWda1n5VKOsjvHO_4rfU/s1600/74196_643341932384_193301626_35632654_2884117_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCj5O8gg97LEkKDIxHE3IIUD327oOyT5uFFzM5WOJgsedn4bRjvZKVQHVzYfPM79Tx4rhCb8Lyh6RtwdMJYlXYmIEK7BbDxuF3jAwpOnqdFMvJAr3t8v11a7WTE-HrOc8N6VTEQb15S08/s320/266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537639362042661810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a lot of fun for Halloween. Cassidy was a cute little fairy princess and now insists on being one every day. Cassidy was not liking the idea of the trunk or treat. She thought there were to many scary people. We had a party with a lot of friends from the ward. Yes that is Ben as a ghost he made the costume all by himself. Great job baby, scary enough to scare your own child....... I decided to get a little creative a make a pumpkin cheese ball for the fun event.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-80625891978041147142010-11-09T11:41:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:00:10.581-08:00FALL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIMSGJA40Qg7TX8A2b7fZulJH5ZgP0x184N2E_8vxVdAALNKGJEurhaxczTvIf05rUDkGUwYIZ3HXwGSlDm_XtJ8TkAq6pmAWK2ZDuLvKELrU1kGyM1EFfk8Jt9kaBeSgVKfaRGZz0a0/s1600/251.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIMSGJA40Qg7TX8A2b7fZulJH5ZgP0x184N2E_8vxVdAALNKGJEurhaxczTvIf05rUDkGUwYIZ3HXwGSlDm_XtJ8TkAq6pmAWK2ZDuLvKELrU1kGyM1EFfk8Jt9kaBeSgVKfaRGZz0a0/s320/251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537637863806535810" border="0" /></a> Cassidy swinging in our back yard. We still cant believe how many leaves are every where. The back yard is loaded with them and Cass has had so much fun running through them. To bad it is to cold to go play in them now.Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135066037031631121.post-27595750505078721132010-10-22T12:36:00.000-07:002010-10-22T12:57:16.682-07:00Chittenango Falls<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPg8kMeL0Ug25yPsIRRuZ9LonPB3WJqf6_rwC57pW83lemB1U2CFeN_TSIbaoJH5U67oAxpV8UT8KofcWSuHBdOlkwdN0OE90IMf6C8GuYhDayzRsoOYXjZWDlSKjQL20K7N6uLfBn68/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPg8kMeL0Ug25yPsIRRuZ9LonPB3WJqf6_rwC57pW83lemB1U2CFeN_TSIbaoJH5U67oAxpV8UT8KofcWSuHBdOlkwdN0OE90IMf6C8GuYhDayzRsoOYXjZWDlSKjQL20K7N6uLfBn68/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530957923518616786" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our little outing to Chittenango falls. such a pretty place, and it's only 20 min from our house. Don't make fun of the fact that none of us got ready for the day because when we decided to check the place out, we thought we were going to have to hike; little did we know there were stairs that went all the way to it. It was a great day. Cassidy enjoyed throwing rocks into the water; life doesn't get any better. As you can see, Ben is being himself trying to cross the river without falling in...he went home with very wet feet.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM868vDcQ1G5tHXQBQ6YAWdfzSF83oaqwiIk0leitoXK3y2F9cAOEvj2CbkPPnftwtwTaslFUbExOzbydZPoPIenlwnAjM-yiORrmuAhSnMtF00sC8yWVOCCZQrLozfN0ScDlQTZc6F8/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM868vDcQ1G5tHXQBQ6YAWdfzSF83oaqwiIk0leitoXK3y2F9cAOEvj2CbkPPnftwtwTaslFUbExOzbydZPoPIenlwnAjM-yiORrmuAhSnMtF00sC8yWVOCCZQrLozfN0ScDlQTZc6F8/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530957918682365346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRhSNdpbtCInbWjvqHZ2pwErrcRcPwgiITvRV_cTEGGr1ZDO4ry4jiB0-Q-azXLym3GPLNob-IihELHliwZc7T0m9rYG8SL_4Lf8AjPU9iVzkav5bMqXwqHLYqtIYWydO6rEYIlMO4TM/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRhSNdpbtCInbWjvqHZ2pwErrcRcPwgiITvRV_cTEGGr1ZDO4ry4jiB0-Q-azXLym3GPLNob-IihELHliwZc7T0m9rYG8SL_4Lf8AjPU9iVzkav5bMqXwqHLYqtIYWydO6rEYIlMO4TM/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530957911601670290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKMFyM7noTcfKfj0jrstza9RUvip0PoXArv0PKNI1bzltqrFKt1u1uRHX3n_Ydip5yV-CBa1wt5vDddTMEVi325An87EODMvdCBZJ_BT0VmGDO8jgs6QC99xaS3WiQx3jh0_zK30d3EI/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKMFyM7noTcfKfj0jrstza9RUvip0PoXArv0PKNI1bzltqrFKt1u1uRHX3n_Ydip5yV-CBa1wt5vDddTMEVi325An87EODMvdCBZJ_BT0VmGDO8jgs6QC99xaS3WiQx3jh0_zK30d3EI/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530957908807442338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-ljL50XyShkK0qI7xau0tb5dJ5sAWZsQBKEZO4cS983H6nKgljj4NLgRphHVDJuLMrS5lB8_kDjan2EN5JylZ_xpvoTsKYYHIOwO19UqanKakIyMowSbp-u_szUg5aBZ7Lj78yJtLms/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-ljL50XyShkK0qI7xau0tb5dJ5sAWZsQBKEZO4cS983H6nKgljj4NLgRphHVDJuLMrS5lB8_kDjan2EN5JylZ_xpvoTsKYYHIOwO19UqanKakIyMowSbp-u_szUg5aBZ7Lj78yJtLms/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530957901126890690" border="0" /></a>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07368136048930368823noreply@blogger.com2