Could ya not put my make up in the fridge?
Keeping it out of the toilet would be nice too.
And the flip? Oh I found it with the pans.
Also, I know you love to be a helper, but, do ya think you could let me fold the clothes and put them away nicely instead of putting them back in the basket?
And speaking of clothes. Today I was folding laundry and you came and took one of your shirts and one sock. You left, came back empty handed. I still can't find them. I watched where you put some of the other clothes you put away. Cupboard, blanket basket, behind the T.V, in your laundry basket. Well buddy, thank you for helping me clean, and making me laugh. Granted everything took twice as long.
Love,
Mommy
p.s Lets keep the wrappers and my mascara out of the toilet...and no more throwing things into your bath that shouldn't go in there. For example your clean onsies.
Remember, I love you.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Just For Fun
Pictures I Take
If you click up there you can see some of my pictures. I will be posting more on there.
WOWZERS!!! Thank hubby!! Didn't know you knew how to blog!! I am impressed and I must say very flattered by your b-day shout out!!
Love you forever and always hun!!
Love,
Your Wife
Good Riddance it is late. Night Night.
Before you know it I will be trapped in a room with 31 twelve year olds. I love it!! Okay, well most days. I love teaching! Well, once again most days...trying to be up beat. Like any job it has it ups and downs. The ups make the downs very well worth it.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Krista's Birthday shoutout!
It was my amazing wife's birthday on the 9th or march. She is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful! It was 23 years ago that her mom was in labor for like 3 days before she decided to enter the world (not much has changed, she still cant make up her mind sometimes!). she is only 23, already has a 1 year old, graduated from BYU and has been teaching for 3 years. I love her. We will be celebrating our 3rd anniversary in july, and i hope there are many more birthdays and anniversarys to come!!!!!!!!!! I love you baby.
-Steven Michael Bourne.
-Steven Michael Bourne.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Since My Boys are still asleep...
Yes it is 2:00 PM...
But I have time to put up a photo montage of my favorite pics of Cache meeting his cousins!
But I have time to put up a photo montage of my favorite pics of Cache meeting his cousins!
Playing with Grampa
Cache making eye contact with his cousin Ike
Going in for the intro
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Typical Man Hug
Ike: Hey Cache, these goldfish taste pretty good. Want some?
Cache: That does look pretty good man! I would like some.
Ike: Alright, open up.
Cache's cousin Ike (Rachel and Dave's youngest)
More cousins!
Ani, Kier and Liam
Rachel and family accepting their Cache prize
They won the race to see Cache first
Liam and Cache
Jude
Carter came right in and started collecting all the toys he could carry
What a good looking family! Thank you Ani for attempting to take a picture with Cache. I know, not so easy.
Cache just taking it all in, so many kids. He LOVED it.
Carter with his toys
Liam
Ani
Time to say good-bye...
Kier and Liam, do not forget your summer assignment!
We hope to see you all soon!
Love you!
-Steve, Krista and Cache
74 breaths per minute...
....ummm, SCARY!
I woke up in the middle of the night to one hot little Cacherz. He has been sick since last Saturday. Fevers, coughs, runny nose, stuffy nose, hershey squirts, vomitting, the works! Thursday he seemed to get better, Friday Steve said he slept the majority of the day and last night well,
things got worse. My eyes were even sweating.
We called the doctor last week and he had told us to count his breaths. So we did..
1...2...3
I held my breath...
....55...56...57
This 1 minute was taking FOREVER!!
....71...72...73...74
We took his temperature, 104. We gave him Tylenol, it didn't go down.
We arrived at the ER at 3:20 am, it was totally empty in the waiting room.
Cache's temperature was still 103 and the monitor kept beeping because his breathing was so rapid.
Poor Cache HATES doctors, hospitals, nurses, etc. since his little surgery. Which can I tell you how awkward it is explaining to people what he had done. I am positive that they feel just as awkward after as well. The reason of that little diddy was because I was telling the nurse about Cache's phobia after the surgery and well....of course she asked what he had done.
I need to remember the medical term: Orthioplexy, instead of my...
"umm...well, he had an undescended testicle." I just don't like that last word. Ugh.
Every time someone other than Steve or me walked into the room he whimpered and held on to me a little tighter.
They sucked his nose with a tube to test for RSV.
They took a chest x-ray.
And before we left, they took his temperature one more time...
...in the bum!
I was little bit ticked because I am positive that they did so because there was a student there learning how to do things. I even pointed out that they took it by his ear when we got there and there was perfectly good hi-tech thermometer right there in the room. But no. She didn't even have a good reason taking his temperature down south, I say that because she didn't really say anything at all. She mumbled something as to the fact that Cache is still little enough to where she can do that to him.
After all that he has a bad case of Bronchiolitis. We can take him to the Bronchiolitis clinic whenever we what to get his nose sucked by this pretty efficient nose sucking machine.
Seems like our trip to the ER was quick right?! NO! We didn't get home until 7:00 am. Steve and Cache are still sleeping it off.
I woke up in the middle of the night to one hot little Cacherz. He has been sick since last Saturday. Fevers, coughs, runny nose, stuffy nose, hershey squirts, vomitting, the works! Thursday he seemed to get better, Friday Steve said he slept the majority of the day and last night well,
things got worse. My eyes were even sweating.
We called the doctor last week and he had told us to count his breaths. So we did..
1...2...3
I held my breath...
....55...56...57
This 1 minute was taking FOREVER!!
....71...72...73...74
We took his temperature, 104. We gave him Tylenol, it didn't go down.
We arrived at the ER at 3:20 am, it was totally empty in the waiting room.
Cache's temperature was still 103 and the monitor kept beeping because his breathing was so rapid.
Poor Cache HATES doctors, hospitals, nurses, etc. since his little surgery. Which can I tell you how awkward it is explaining to people what he had done. I am positive that they feel just as awkward after as well. The reason of that little diddy was because I was telling the nurse about Cache's phobia after the surgery and well....of course she asked what he had done.
I need to remember the medical term: Orthioplexy, instead of my...
"umm...well, he had an undescended testicle." I just don't like that last word. Ugh.
Every time someone other than Steve or me walked into the room he whimpered and held on to me a little tighter.
They sucked his nose with a tube to test for RSV.
They took a chest x-ray.
And before we left, they took his temperature one more time...
...in the bum!
I was little bit ticked because I am positive that they did so because there was a student there learning how to do things. I even pointed out that they took it by his ear when we got there and there was perfectly good hi-tech thermometer right there in the room. But no. She didn't even have a good reason taking his temperature down south, I say that because she didn't really say anything at all. She mumbled something as to the fact that Cache is still little enough to where she can do that to him.
After all that he has a bad case of Bronchiolitis. We can take him to the Bronchiolitis clinic whenever we what to get his nose sucked by this pretty efficient nose sucking machine.
Seems like our trip to the ER was quick right?! NO! We didn't get home until 7:00 am. Steve and Cache are still sleeping it off.
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