tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62236388445370626392024-03-18T20:16:30.166-07:00The Littlest Bice'sThe Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-53237970802895266642010-11-01T15:33:00.000-07:002010-11-01T16:23:24.656-07:00SchoolSo it has occurred to me that some of you may be interested in what I do on a regular bases. So I have decided to post some pictures of my life at school. I will warn you some of these pictures may be disturbing to old and young audiences (by disturbing I mean embarrassing).<div><br /></div><div>Here are some </div><div>of the cardboard models that I worked on for our first project.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelBwRoA0hYjFH4lr3OIz6zTfBkcPmXjnmBXcezZrYhPFBWqtvHaWKIESNgjLIXEwcZJXPmg7Ix737Bi31SUlyBLwExCt9-cYPpafDnLBa8Vh52X3EMqriO23UChA0fJIqj9DGgzcGGdLq/s400/IMG_2244.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715380910741714" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzKe1511AeXCd8ot9f2cCC6PvyQUClfuJXi096Bj1z8Hgkt5nCzMZREcfVNN7rwzJqQbIdfXwWmxMIFhxiu0eoilRlDUYJIC9JZ2isktls2toa50g6fdb7eb8Wn8Nb4lHCvuZU72UnO7O/s400/102_1039.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534721006693474610" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We are currently working on a photographers retreat located on Antelope Island. For research on this project we went on a camping trip to Antelope Island as a class.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12Zey3CQrcjpC_W5-xzl7MFMD6kHXDnxQvMqkmZoGCIB84UlDIHTp8hV0loWYnB0fz71ITN-Metx8R-8rc8wpEhXoDPTF6FTUVYwDc-zgRERKavfPDdJy8tLlmYPTpaCbtr39cn8sHEew/s400/IMG_2446.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534721356597308226" /><br /><div>We have also visited a few construction sites. On Friday we went to a site here on campus. They are currently constructing a new business building. We went to the site and were able to tour the building mid-construction. basically all they have is the basic frame and floors. We went to the top floor (8th story) on a rickety, make shift stair case. Did I mention I am deathly afraid of heights? It was hilarious to watch me climb up and down with all these manly men around staring at me.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yly_4yFuKfAhG-6Io4-km9kwnnvGMH1bTUtUwae-6UqMwz3qYotP2wigwru3il5dUj0jK1eF1MhaAbCSMK_dQUQ9tn8RXO3rWbOZ15GTnth3GDwZ69NlxGgXpIHoeU9P5A5D5vM6jkWq/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715387185434482" /><div>This is a light box I constructed for my studio class. I have several pictures of how the light </div><div>moves through the box. It's pretty cool ... I promise.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jclzcCsvI49VBKxmZh_JH6uN_-imzJPgnMCy7KvwmA0IrDFZYA5bQksP-GJh5ifn1ngd3wyBv7R0FR1hhjswdybjkS_3MFaRYpYU26CNqJLurifMIKlgsg-X_BHsacASoIjZ6ll2qR4E/s400/IMG_2482.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534723866738512402" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am posting these latter pictures in dedication to my sister in law Molly, who is not ashamed to post anything. </div><div><br /></div><div>In order to ease the stress and monotony of life at school occasionally we have themed days. So far we have had "Ugly Sweater Friday" .....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And "Mustache Monday". However, only 3 people participated in Mustache Monday, so it turned into "Angry Eyebrow Monday".</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMEg-fb1qnuwLstwHs1y2VOjvV2_WxsO1h_tUff9ug4UlFYOspUEl-eDiIuSCxdFRg3tJFX81wZKjy5XOXvMVe2PD0U8_P3aPmOzdTFr7LTA9TYOlSOfSO7AiqB2FNvUK3lkpgxx6M71k/s400/IMG_2560.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534723870435980146" /><br /></div></div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-30537182001967076652010-10-13T20:36:00.003-07:002010-11-01T15:25:11.335-07:00The Long Belated Update<div><div>Sorry for the hiatus in our blogging. Life has kept us very busy. I don't know if that is a legitimate excuse but that's my excuse.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFJOiX0fRVZkEyeRR6G6W0M-XIFtWZh5t709Gicf9aYP17JA6imBDhqPpOkp72JfmpSvXteCRPphMbM1tNKhJY02vLMo5GFPl1kAmex2ngZ28mm3yA5FM-U7SoetwgttM2AuWPBpgPuSE/s400/IMG_1593.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700336840458962" /><div>As you all know we moved into our house in January. After moving into our new house we set to unpacking and then invited our family and friends over. It is so nice to have space for people to come over. If you had ever been to our</div><div>old, dark, dungeon of an apartment you knew that it was near impossible to have any one over, let alone sit, talk and enjoy each others company. We love it! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When spring came we began our yard work (aka the clean-up). However, I also was still attending school (at UVU and U of U) and busily getting my portfolio together to apply for the architectural program. <div><br /></div><div>In late spring Taylor lost his job. This</div><div> was devastating to our family, however I was very proud of the way which Taylor handled himself. As many of you know this was not the first time Taylor has lost a job. However, his attitude toward this situation has shown me a total change between how he once was and the man he is today. Shortly after losing his job he received a phone call from a manager of a Big O Tire shop close to where we live. I was at an all time frustration level with the situation, so</div><div> this phone call couldn't have come at a better time. He went in to interview and accepted a position as a sales man. He has since been one of their top</div><div> sellers. Although he is still not an early bird and does not enjoy the early hours, he continues to amaze me with the positive attitude he has every day.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM08NnLyZKVQt1ZiSdECFcJZ5sKMVMaaO0kG-Sc-xv9yWRyaaHjDaW0y6C1W2ba9WD9bjT9GbS5xWpa4eXUUH9i-TAyKZfdt_46dzrUjOWDQCgtrZDuzrQpxcqAK-rWQ0ImFmKKp-7QSID/s400/IMG_1835.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534701736715953474" /><div>As summer came, school ended for me. I decided to continue to work part-time in order to spend more time with the girls before school started again. We spent much of the time cleaning, planting, raking, and bagging up the yard. We took many, many truck loads of brush, debris, apples (rotten) and leaves to the dump. At the the beginning of summer/ end of spring we had a last storm that brought down a few tree limbs including a large arm to a tree just south west of our house. Once the clean up was over we began to plant. We planted flowers, bushes and even started a garden. We carved pumpkins from our garden in preparation for Halloween.</div><div><br /></div><div>In late July I recieved the news that I was accepted into the architectural</div><div> program at the University of Utah. This news was great relief. However,</div><div> there was much anxiety that came with this news. I had to work out daycare and my work schedule. We had figure out how we were going to survive financially with me only working 2 days a week. Things seemed to fall into place as the summer progressed. Whenever I have doubts I simple look back at how perfectly every thing has worked out and I know this is what I am supposed to be doing right now. Now that I have been in the program for several months I absolutely love it. It's my "family" outside my family. Don't get me wrong it is a LOT of work. The other week I had a project due on a Monday. I was at our studio all Friday night and on Sunday from noon until 5 in the morning. It seems that my days consist of sketching and building models out of cardboard. It is very time consuming but it is definitely worth it. I am learning so much.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>The girls have started at a new daycare (preschool) just across the street from my house. I also love this. They drive two hours (more with traffic) everyday with me. We spend time talking, singing, playing game, and I am not going to lie.... there is some </div><div>yelling and frustration involved. The girls have gain great friends at their new "school". They have also learned SO much. They have been attending just over 2 months. Already Bailey has learned to to spell and write her name. Jada is in Big girl pants all day. They have centers, recess, story time, nap time, show and tell. I love the structure and learning that occurs.</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Here are some pictures of the girls in their Halloween costumes. They dressed up on Friday. Their school had a "carnival" Friday night. The girls and I went to their carnival. This consisted of walking from room to room and enjoying in different activities. There was face painting, bean bag toss, a piñata, and so many more. On Saturday we all went out trick or treating. The girls were such troopers. It had rained all day and was so cold. Jada and Taylor made it about 20-30 minutes. Bailey and I went around for about another hour or so. By then Bailey began to complain about her "cold and tired legs".</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdZdIucB_6i1Nv9v_08k89HVnAXqi6S1Vw9uZfiWntnxGwIKPL_GKaAmCH8AbpH0VQBvuGmPrXdIlSebtTDkoVzShGUdeXS7KMYTc_itF_XKlG5q_MW427mQmq0do-q5MTg4cfypZvq6e/s400/IMG_2549.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534708689957482498" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier this month we also had the first snow of the year. I went into the girls room at 7 am and told Bailey to go look outside. She groggily strolled into the kitchen and looked out the window. She then came running back into her room yelling "there's snow! there's snow! Can we go outside!?!" I have never seen the girls get dressed so fast. Needless to say we made it out of the house in record time.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XFIVRM1EiBxA8OMNxIFWvopexVsTih02nm6bOv5ZMKiIhYVMdAyyRv0RY7D8lM2_7pU9Az95XGlb6ptopaMqRT1pCO4ZERS2_MiRtW02xFBA3Ed45YI-8qcVBbNuu4LJKxuyWa93ssRI/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710283336063986" />Taylor says in the picture the girls look like deer caught in head lights.The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-42653705691967878772010-02-13T08:12:00.000-08:002010-02-13T20:27:32.679-08:00Our Home Sweet Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRGPi5mtv5p8bC-ctKSeegQSaN0dtKDlH61vB0ewkVAEqq9XSTTXq1fPfz7t0f0uFFjeUM94od9SgD06TPT7jxPbio4LnMVEk5ofn4iQNKAVbvDaaqLUBBQ_MBXJ2ifq4mCvKIcvHHvSy/s1600-h/S7300457.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRGPi5mtv5p8bC-ctKSeegQSaN0dtKDlH61vB0ewkVAEqq9XSTTXq1fPfz7t0f0uFFjeUM94od9SgD06TPT7jxPbio4LnMVEk5ofn4iQNKAVbvDaaqLUBBQ_MBXJ2ifq4mCvKIcvHHvSy/s400/S7300457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437771620401010178" /></a>Here is the girls room. Our "Master" Bedroom. The Living Room going into the Kitchen and the Hallway.<div>The Living Room (Looking in from the Kitchen/ Hallway)</div><div>The Kitchen.</div><div>The one and only Bath Room.</div><div>The Back Entry.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiUBjjjxTMnG5zXP9UIm853JdhKk_YHpT0c2skY4gT_JoUeYVUjDXaSxyJlAejFlijQqAfcCL9rKrjE5i3litfDVuHgv8t1bhd1V0Iq9Fz9zUoAHoD14EM-gXgwUlQJ9ZoHii6ku4_Dov/s1600-h/S7300456.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiUBjjjxTMnG5zXP9UIm853JdhKk_YHpT0c2skY4gT_JoUeYVUjDXaSxyJlAejFlijQqAfcCL9rKrjE5i3litfDVuHgv8t1bhd1V0Iq9Fz9zUoAHoD14EM-gXgwUlQJ9ZoHii6ku4_Dov/s400/S7300456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437769966472519970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMhverlgrkDxosdMxbDeysQcKZ4yTi35Mx17VBIG7g_c10wPxPt9Pt0ePCKlg6lImio21_LnEvMVpT9tHU5b09PNjrm9sSGz5omi1g_kaVyW16nPqrsggzeKsNyF5RAxprk5NT9Nu-esB/s1600-h/S7300454.JPG"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtlhQKmlUDmZ7p8PIMYoFn-U0IRnIx8ONCqSO0Eqrx1Rl6tE2eA8m-xQZWFV1jWn8AO5AFrrk9bB84ZPpsl8LM2BiTg2rzJbuz6bczjp50sWiLe8jqS33bNmrMKanJHoyQDYqegv5w4aM/s400/S7300441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767242165484610" />The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-72115655283164990532010-02-08T12:46:00.000-08:002010-02-08T13:40:26.558-08:00Wow! I didn't realize it had been sooo long since my last post. Many fun, exciting and frustrating things have unraveled in these last months.<br />So I finished last semester at school passing two classes and failing my calculus class (that's the 'frustrating'). Who would have guessed it? Any ways this has had consequences I had not foreseen, I will not go into that now. Needless to say I am now on my second attempt to pass this dreaded math class. I have never failed a class that I put so much effort into. It makes me sick to think of it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq3Wbnc1ZWy17nWlNgFJau8MENnVmqzKOsaq-s5mJz9gQSJhA3ZyyQoWgJPKrALHZb9jg0cT3elN5EQatDcQk5aa8I5bbcRJZk3mhbYYKfR31yDfQMnK1z410UY-9ZSrh2ipZyuubdK3k/s1600-h/S7300421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq3Wbnc1ZWy17nWlNgFJau8MENnVmqzKOsaq-s5mJz9gQSJhA3ZyyQoWgJPKrALHZb9jg0cT3elN5EQatDcQk5aa8I5bbcRJZk3mhbYYKfR31yDfQMnK1z410UY-9ZSrh2ipZyuubdK3k/s400/S7300421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435983163296824978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpVcjbO1-TqEOdUKDgybExkD2G2iL1LWKDJ-x__paXsINlWGaEY-WkgiMGRYOmuhfATsmNRMjdLatLIfqu_SLZvQexqLVO1OSQUsIYWW3jlxBgGcAUjJ9VNDsPGeaCO82IRSwtthgQ7xB/s1600-h/S7300418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUpVcjbO1-TqEOdUKDgybExkD2G2iL1LWKDJ-x__paXsINlWGaEY-WkgiMGRYOmuhfATsmNRMjdLatLIfqu_SLZvQexqLVO1OSQUsIYWW3jlxBgGcAUjJ9VNDsPGeaCO82IRSwtthgQ7xB/s400/S7300418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435983154905135058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyways on to better news, we spent Christmas with the Willison family this year. Christmas eve we went to my (Emilie's) sister's house. There was food, games, socializing, and much to Taylor's dislike there was probably way to much noise. When we arrived at home we (Bailey and Emilie) hurried and made cookies before Santa showed up and then it was off to bed. Christmas morning was spent in our apartment. We had a big breakfast and then opened presents. Bailey is finally at the age where she is reacting to things. It was histarical to watch her open the presents. Taylor was also caught off gaurd by some of the gifts he recieved. He got the video game "Rock Band" from the girls. It is one of his new favorite toys.<br /><br />As many (if not all) of you know we have recently purchased a house in Orem, Utah. It was a foreclosed house that we purchased from the bank. We were able to included renovation costs into our mortgage. It was so exciting to purchase this property, have it stripted down and rebuilt before our eyes. The experience of being able to pick carpet, tile, lighting, paint..., for our house that we see our selves having until we were in our thirties... was incredible. It is so calming to know this house/property is ours. We Love It!<br /><br />Here are some of the "before" pictures of our house. Our Camera has run out of batteries, so the "after" pictures we be posted later.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJ0PKqvDrZox_c0Y4PJ7xwXh6jTKcHHfytxJfx3ub42rg4uqMeIayzrEMaFjnFwYmoILtoSHsFMcrd4qCLbVfsoBN0RNvXRDANzmbQou3Xci5klPVgHowZlcaZPc05qWdsz34k1gZEMbS/s1600-h/S7300349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJ0PKqvDrZox_c0Y4PJ7xwXh6jTKcHHfytxJfx3ub42rg4uqMeIayzrEMaFjnFwYmoILtoSHsFMcrd4qCLbVfsoBN0RNvXRDANzmbQou3Xci5klPVgHowZlcaZPc05qWdsz34k1gZEMbS/s400/S7300349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435985099075156882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1DBnzpAxd9oA9pZj03xa9xqp_JzmBMWeGOOi2oISuCktaQ_zen4UOyeoWO0SJ95R6h7So2_gFrrIRxZFFi6svHapdSycaX5Tl1mETwovXfAWicO-VC9Fg5fz3bVVgCtNtdHCGavHYQAZ/s1600-h/S7300348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I could tell by the look on his face he was a little scared too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kUuSgXvcCDXT2ezvxaYTppFfyIs02A8p_Gqq4Y1NE4HMX0QjCpH_jhlS3O_gPptdzSXrDaFmh9o45dA4OXTVsd_ZqtmYlHtFF2H5UIjg_aubV_Ka3y8K18gTRCJV9r_c-GcGBAXKkX8Q/s1600-h/S7300357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kUuSgXvcCDXT2ezvxaYTppFfyIs02A8p_Gqq4Y1NE4HMX0QjCpH_jhlS3O_gPptdzSXrDaFmh9o45dA4OXTVsd_ZqtmYlHtFF2H5UIjg_aubV_Ka3y8K18gTRCJV9r_c-GcGBAXKkX8Q/s400/S7300357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435985582677580546" border="0" /></a>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-25704947199564736212009-11-11T17:07:00.000-08:002009-11-14T21:12:52.367-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0oglcPN8JiNNzNVTMxUXlIEu0Q4iV8H4v7KcvWLfXCmoeiDvWu_kNV1Zo4CapI6LeyUN2l88BlAhm7n9SYC6mZw2zb7FrJd6Te1T8MlJWMGcgQ0BRFCcp7K6NRzoIzkZe6WGvVs2a0K8/s1600-h/S7300223.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0oglcPN8JiNNzNVTMxUXlIEu0Q4iV8H4v7KcvWLfXCmoeiDvWu_kNV1Zo4CapI6LeyUN2l88BlAhm7n9SYC6mZw2zb7FrJd6Te1T8MlJWMGcgQ0BRFCcp7K6NRzoIzkZe6WGvVs2a0K8/s400/S7300223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403017978190249778" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I can't believe that summer is over already. It seems that it has just flown by. Time always seems to slip away and it is gone before we know it. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As fall has begun many new and exciting things have been taking place. Emilie has started school once again. This school year is very busy as she is attending to different schools. She attends one class at U of U in Salt Lake on Monday and Wednesday mornings, and another class at UVU in Orem on Monday and Wednesday nights. She is also taking an online Calculus class. All of this is in preparation to apply for the architectural program at the U of U. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Taylor has finally been able to get another week of vacation this week. He has been able to relax and spend time with his friends. This is a well deserved vacation. Taylor watches the girls Monday and Wednesday nights as well as every weekend when Emilie works. This tends to be very draining on him. It is good to see him be able to relax and decompress. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Bailey is fully potty trained (except for the very rare accident every now and again), so as per our agreement with Bailey she has been able to start dance class. She has been going for a little over a month now and she loves it. She attends dance class with her cousin Nandy. This has worked out great because this means that Bailey is able to car pool with Nandy.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjFxC0888lCHYWtPFb2jlgmpyj7NM07zURr9QVWi5BPrqPAiaZlzr100pXvd_KiBAVOqRxMabKFVDqU1HnapPTrTg4maCFKmAWhIoc1ew69p7QR-ukQZTfnGqDIPcHFAyNYvHQr8pbEMJ/s400/S7300345.JPG" /> Bailey continues to keep us on our toes. Every once and a while we will be having a conversation while driving and I will end up laughing from her clever comments. the other day we were driving and out of no she begins to yell at me "MOM! Mom, It's the Amegra flag!" I had to ask her a couple of time before I realized she was talking about the American flag that was flying over a restaurant. On other instances Bailey talks about "last morning" this could mean anything from yesterday to last Sunday. Any prior day then today. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jada is learning more and more words everyday. It's crazy to think how fast she is growing up. Some of her favorite words and Ma, Da (of course), Baiyee (Bailey), shewsh (shoes), baa-oo (bottle), No! (it's always said in that fashion), baa (bath), were you (where are you) but mostly she just screams or cries until we figure out what she wants.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90ecFo9r8wm0tN0-palHPR7yKxSb7jYnoSvJjGtYxtCywbZu8hkF0Bp5WbLT77-0SHkyr1ST0qndMmTcd-VWw57DuuE5M-WzSBI9EaS6H0IH9hpLSXnUm5B_p5UlgIz6S9Ekoqx5fp1qJ/s400/S7300293.JPG" />This picture is from one morning that when I went and got her out of bed. I went back into another room and then returned to find her sitting in the bottom drawer in the kitchen. I don't know what she was doing but she was so content. I was laugh so hard. </div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-90462744394082169152009-06-24T12:20:00.000-07:002009-09-05T18:40:52.437-07:00Viewer Discretion is Advised<div>It's crazy to think how fast our girls are growing up. Bailey is talking more fluently then ever. The other day we were cleaning up the girls room (a.k.a. I was cleaning up the girls room while the girls were playing and continuing to make messes), when Bailey pointed at a Leapfrog toy and said "Mom that's a planet". She was so confident and she was right too! I was amazed, it was a toy globe of the Earth. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>We have recently put our foot down with potty training... (kind of). We have known that Bailey knows how to go "potty". However, she has never had to. Recently we have just put Bailey in big girl pants, period. We started with her wearing big girl pants for the weekends (as she goes to Daycare during the week, and I didn't want her to pee all over someone else floor). After she did good for a few weekends we sent her to Daycare in big girl pants. She is doing great. We had the hardest time getting her to go poo on the potty, but she has gradually gotten it down. The other day she actual went poo at Daycare!!! I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soo</span> excited because this was a huge obstacle for her.</div><div><br /></div><div>While Bailey is doing great at potty Jada's potty habits are a different story. Whenever Jada goes to sleep she wakes up completely naked. We have tried everything! We have dressed her in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">onsies</span>, we have put <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">onsies</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jammies</span> on, we have put on the tightest clothes we can find. One night when Jada had woken us up in the middle of the night, we walk in to find her naked (again) with a soaked bed (again). Taylor went out to the front room and pulls out the duct tape. We put on her diaper and taped it shut. When we woke up the next morning, to all of our amazement, she still had her diaper on. We thought we had it all figure out, but with Jada we have learned that when we think everything is going the way we think it should Jada has something else in mind. Jada woke me up this morning with her babbles and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shrieks</span>. When I walked in the room the smell of poo was undeniable. However, it was not until I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">truly</span> woke up that I realized that Jada had half her diaper off and poo all over her bed. I am all out of ideas. Until we think of something better we will use diapers, duct tape, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">onsies</span>, and whatever else we can find. </div><div> </div><br /><div> </div><div>On a more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">positive</span> note Jada is walking all over the place. Jada also is starting to learn and understand what we say. "Go get your shoes", Jada will return with the first shoe she can find "shush". It is crazy how fast they learn and grow. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Truly</span> every day I am amazed.</div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-72829490989438079592009-05-27T09:43:00.000-07:002009-06-24T12:19:47.813-07:00A Day to Remember and Make Memories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwufoZHo0GejAaXojJ9SaOlagt0DUxwHaiVDyF4sZ4Sh-6X6rVEF3NU2wR3SB0l_eqjtXu0dB1qmLRwLU2yO9KM3DCA3Wz9R128SLCicINIcZhxIogFwLHaJjL6XgA7Ymi_UxNaVgGNGF/s1600-h/Peter_403.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972324894709730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwufoZHo0GejAaXojJ9SaOlagt0DUxwHaiVDyF4sZ4Sh-6X6rVEF3NU2wR3SB0l_eqjtXu0dB1qmLRwLU2yO9KM3DCA3Wz9R128SLCicINIcZhxIogFwLHaJjL6XgA7Ymi_UxNaVgGNGF/s400/Peter_403.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This Memorial Day I was filled with much gratitude and rememberance. Friday was the one year anniversery of Lucy's passing. For some reason all week I had been thinking about Lucy. I couldn't figure out why she was constantly in my thoughts. One day while I was driving to drop the girls off at daycare, I began to think about Lucy (I can't remember what exactly I was thinking) and began to feel the tears well up in my eyes. I had to fight them back. On Friday Molly and Vic invited us up to Lucy's grave to let go of some pink balloons. We did the same thing right after Lucy had passed away. It was so lovely.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRFHy_YiphPXTuguhc3iv1nkgvbWa8k0x24S62MSfKXR6ZKc4uEyTiObzMyDlMfGyHL9lNKlA3IMXk5h1iy6aOmJ3W8iIZxyYRMO5Ysx8ZajySEYArOX-2x7SXgCY5O6tJHtLE5fMhzAf/s1600-h/S7300296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350974744933719666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRFHy_YiphPXTuguhc3iv1nkgvbWa8k0x24S62MSfKXR6ZKc4uEyTiObzMyDlMfGyHL9lNKlA3IMXk5h1iy6aOmJ3W8iIZxyYRMO5Ysx8ZajySEYArOX-2x7SXgCY5O6tJHtLE5fMhzAf/s400/S7300296.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>On Monday we all headed to Utah Lake to make some memories of our own. We had a picnic with plenty of food. However, Bailey and Jada were so mesmerized by the lake that they hardly ate anything. The nice weather stayed just long enough for us to have smores and get the jet skis running. It was so nice to be able to enjoy time <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TQKg2g7Vg5u3NjY1_5VsxZeI00lilLV60s0TI3YUNyNVFNKAe776HlIK04uC_Er3S02lX2vFudZPUHs6BjzOmsI2fFLRG_5uaS97Fw3QJmMb2Kt8RIjoek1g5llGcc5cAh9clHKqR20v/s1600-h/S7300301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350975291388359602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TQKg2g7Vg5u3NjY1_5VsxZeI00lilLV60s0TI3YUNyNVFNKAe776HlIK04uC_Er3S02lX2vFudZPUHs6BjzOmsI2fFLRG_5uaS97Fw3QJmMb2Kt8RIjoek1g5llGcc5cAh9clHKqR20v/s400/S7300301.JPG" border="0" /></a>together.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-10992988848411312142009-05-10T20:07:00.000-07:002009-05-11T11:11:05.581-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">This last month has been VERY busy. However, it has also been very exciting.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCKhN78dpPpjlPmLtowKytYuPvPwYJoly6QwWkcTNGT2atb5yExrtV6ij7C7H2yofRPl6O7c7kxz0nX3QuTxL8iHpNHZLySaWLlFiyQ1qBM9iDc7q6lEJ-ZB8KYft8ItNWbGTo9wOENSd/s1600-h/kieth&taylor.jpg"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCKhN78dpPpjlPmLtowKytYuPvPwYJoly6QwWkcTNGT2atb5yExrtV6ij7C7H2yofRPl6O7c7kxz0nX3QuTxL8iHpNHZLySaWLlFiyQ1qBM9iDc7q6lEJ-ZB8KYft8ItNWbGTo9wOENSd/s400/kieth&taylor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334629857752012322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a>Taylor has kept busy at work but he is beginning to get tired of the daily grind. In about a month he will get a week of vacation. He is counting down the days. About a month ago Taylor's friend Kieth moved down from Idaho. Kieth is like a brother to Taylor. They talk on the phone almost daily. Taylor is so excited to have a good friend living so close. Kieth is at our home when ever he has a free moment. Taylor and Kieth have have recently taken up "Guitar Hero". It's pretty funny to see them rock out in our living room.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj-E4Y5wr03qS8i4XDNf0lwDhLVcpMvikJYNIUPDBflAEHbI5XocR0eenpQUoT-Yjik-i5hQol-RU-_7H2cqVSRT2neVFrdafGa2xJUPFDuWNsMyBJT3U670rmHltU5CmQnOp_O3JVylo/s1600-h/ULogoForHead.png"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj-E4Y5wr03qS8i4XDNf0lwDhLVcpMvikJYNIUPDBflAEHbI5XocR0eenpQUoT-Yjik-i5hQol-RU-_7H2cqVSRT2neVFrdafGa2xJUPFDuWNsMyBJT3U670rmHltU5CmQnOp_O3JVylo/s400/ULogoForHead.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334629427393982626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 51px; " /></a></div><div>I finished my semester at UVU about two weeks ago. The weeks leading up to finals were crazy. There were final projects and studying. Then work and family. But I got through it. After everything was all over it was very exciting to know that I can now move on. The end of my schooling is getting closer and closer. I am so excited to get out into the "work force" and do something that I actually love to do. However, I still have at least three years of schooling left but the end is now in sight. I applied to the University of Utah shortly before my semester had ended. I have recently found out that I was accepted into the "U". I am going up to the U tomorrow for orientation. Orientation will be three hours long.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNwFfqDui25fzris6Euk03t9bN7a3gusRoJT6hokElBETGKgrZLbc4x5ZDtsmDrbQw18lSmEoj83r2Ah3IgvCSVaj0cidiKrNU-xLLNABvKjqw1B0U5WEq3tgmp5DxC3HnMwFxFG5rHWK/s1600-h/GO!.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNwFfqDui25fzris6Euk03t9bN7a3gusRoJT6hokElBETGKgrZLbc4x5ZDtsmDrbQw18lSmEoj83r2Ah3IgvCSVaj0cidiKrNU-xLLNABvKjqw1B0U5WEq3tgmp5DxC3HnMwFxFG5rHWK/s400/GO!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334629101849220242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div>Bailey continues to keep us busy... and frustated, laughing, yelling, playing.... We are still trying to get potty training down. I know she knows how and when to go but for some reason she just won't. That's one thing that we have learned about Bailey; if there's nothing in it that benefits her then she won't do it. That's why bribing her has worked so well. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bailey has also recently become more attachted with mom. She doesn't want to be left any where without mom (i.e. Daycare, Aunt Amy's, Gammy's, Nana's...). Last week when I dropped off the girls at Daycare, I went to leave and Bailey tried to block the door. She pleaded with me "Please don't leave mommy. I don't want you to go!" It makes me feel so bad. I just want to drop down, scoop her up and cuddle with her all day long. I know that she goes to a great Daycare and she is completely fine when I leave but I still feel awful. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83EmedxOnmC3AXo_oEgig8VYgglw6vMpE7UE56OsbYdT6eHZhvfj4ydqzmBETSJxW8uLnqAiOFh5gM9DnIp0wBsEvJT3oWuPR8xZ933L0MWnXvzmUf1YoT_VNZnNYP7rukgPNF4GzPsQd/s1600-h/walking.jpg"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83EmedxOnmC3AXo_oEgig8VYgglw6vMpE7UE56OsbYdT6eHZhvfj4ydqzmBETSJxW8uLnqAiOFh5gM9DnIp0wBsEvJT3oWuPR8xZ933L0MWnXvzmUf1YoT_VNZnNYP7rukgPNF4GzPsQd/s400/walking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334627634142638962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jada is taking more and more steps everyday. She is becoming more confident on her feet. However, she will only walk when she is ready and willing. If we try to get her to walk when she is not in the mood to then she will fall to the floor or she will pick up in her legs in the sitting positions. Jada also has started imitating us more and more. She laughs, high-fives, claps, raises her arm(s), and slashes water when ever she sees any one else do it. She also is not afraid to let us know when she wants something. She can't talk yet but she still lets us know through screams, shreaks, humms, giggles, and the accassional ohhhs and ahhhs. She also has recently learned to throw temper tantrums. It is hard not laugh at her falling to the ground, rolling from side to side while covering her face. As she peaks through of her hands, she looks to see if any one is watching the pain she is going through, then she lets out another wail as the crocodile tears fall down her round cheeks. I can only fight back my laughter as I refuse her that piece of chocolate cake. </div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-14299812939884412822009-03-27T12:43:00.000-07:002009-03-31T23:15:35.828-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbFJdhDnM_rqABzHNpdZ8fo6qX2Gn3AirMVs6WlXiM2bpIfDyNAkIyP1-szOtThg7LItn9deM-SkdxABCwO6xRX9gezRT9WOCQGHlCI8rLiJOTbwQqcaqJ10IxwXhMwd2YvFhzRzSm5B8/s1600-h/S7300216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317958619153885058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbFJdhDnM_rqABzHNpdZ8fo6qX2Gn3AirMVs6WlXiM2bpIfDyNAkIyP1-szOtThg7LItn9deM-SkdxABCwO6xRX9gezRT9WOCQGHlCI8rLiJOTbwQqcaqJ10IxwXhMwd2YvFhzRzSm5B8/s400/S7300216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisteeLtTQX7wH43Mr_xS3q5p2JgX1CeM9NuJauO9LAiySL8n5kha6f7A3p3jB1PnASwaUObPxvV4HTfSZG06fiV0qR9wdlYyr1-8PJgM7Uliq86uTzh9ZAr6ZN35OJXKsft_wHSUr70Cpp/s1600-h/S7300215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317955837613865874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisteeLtTQX7wH43Mr_xS3q5p2JgX1CeM9NuJauO9LAiySL8n5kha6f7A3p3jB1PnASwaUObPxvV4HTfSZG06fiV0qR9wdlYyr1-8PJgM7Uliq86uTzh9ZAr6ZN35OJXKsft_wHSUr70Cpp/s400/S7300215.JPG" border="0" /></a>I think many of you may wonder what I do in the little spare time that I have. Well, my sister has some how always gotten me to agree to help out with some sort of decorating project. I think I have painted about 3 murals at her house. This was the latest one. I painted this when I was pregnant with Jada. This is the children's playroom under the stairs in the basement. There is a half barn door (child size), small window (to the right), and a working outside light. I plan to get together a portfolio soon of some of my work. So, perhaps I will post some more pictures of other things I have done. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-86963439555700541072009-03-27T12:13:00.000-07:002009-03-27T12:28:53.843-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8cTTMpDHAWMiT9vY1PiAvoYrmuTHk449JPxeKy5j8Y-9K1-5seLD1u5vRnLujr_1x7Tgmu3tVCTVk4PxnY0TlO22NldXvibeHrxCD-3JXnL5dzYe5SwCbgUVQH-4bR5C8KQwbaRm075K/s1600-h/S7300220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8cTTMpDHAWMiT9vY1PiAvoYrmuTHk449JPxeKy5j8Y-9K1-5seLD1u5vRnLujr_1x7Tgmu3tVCTVk4PxnY0TlO22NldXvibeHrxCD-3JXnL5dzYe5SwCbgUVQH-4bR5C8KQwbaRm075K/s320/S7300220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317948295729899698" /></a>Jada took 4 steps on Saturday. She took two steps toward me. She was already standing, I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eating</span> my lunch and coaxing her to walk to me. She wanted what I had in my mouth. With an out stretched hand she took two small, stumbling baby steps toward me. I began to scream at Taylor (who was in the same room as us) to look but it was to late. When Jada had realized what she had done, she gracefully fell to the ground. I took another bite of my lunch and abnioxiously began to chew so that Jada could see me (I knew she wanted the food in my mouth). Wih Taylor looking on (and now coaxing as well) we stood her up again. It did not take long for her to try again for the food in my mouth. She took two more steps. We all started to scream and shout and clap. However, she has not tried to take any more steps since then. We are still very excited.The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-80130262673027169582009-03-18T20:09:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:46:43.413-07:00A Break<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This week was spring break for my (Emilie) school. It seems like forever since I last had a "break". Although it's not a week vacation, I will take whatever break I can get. I will share my day with you because every other day is filled with stress, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frustration</span>, and yelling. It has been a great day. It was so nice to sleep in until 7:30 this morning. After Bailey climbed in my bed this morning, we went to the kitchen and I made breakfast for Bailey and myself. Bailey loves eggs and could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">probably</span> eat a whole dozen by herself. So, this morning we had scrambled eggs and toast. I love being able to sit down and eat breakfast with her. Probably because every other day is so hectic we are unable to sit down together. Also, because it's the only meal that I know Bailey will eat the whole thing. After breakfast, I went to Jada, as she was already awake and ready for me to come get her out of bed. Jada always greets me with a smile and a gleeful shreek. Her hair is matted to one side, her eyes are puffed and she jumps up with outstretched arms. I was able to give Jada and Bailey a bath while I was able to take the time to get myself ready for the day.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After their bath we got ready for another beautiful day. While I got Jada ready, Bailey ran around naked. When I went to get Bailey ready she conintued to run around naked. I finally caught and dressed her. After getting dressed I was able to to get started on the mound of dishes that always awaits me. While I was elbow deep in dish water, Bailey had gotten all the teddy bears out of her room (she has about 5-6, all different sizes), and into our front room. She loves to play pretend. "Mommy, you be the daddy and I be the mommy". </div><div>I was about 75% done with the dishes before I ran out of steam and decided to work on one of the many other cleanings that needed to be accomplished in our home (laundry, the girls room, our room, the bath room... you get the idea). A little while later my visiting teacher came over and we talked for about an hour or so. I love her. She is one of the nicest, non-pushy, real persons that I have met out here. She motivates me to do all that I can that is best for my children and family. </div><div>After she left, I took the girls to daycare. I was supposed to come home and work on home work with any distraction. However, when I arrived back home the only thing I could think of doing was taking a good long cat-nap. I can't remember the last time I took a nap, I can't even remember the last time I slept through the night (yes, jada still wakes up at 3 in the morning). So I laid down in bed and fell fast asleep. No noise, No crying, No pokes or slaps in the face... a long, peaceful nap. </div><div>Taylor came home and woke me up. After rolling out of bed, I left to pick up the girls. We spent the rest of the night like we typically do... getting dinner on the table, taking baths, and getting ready for bed (many fights in between, most involving Bailey). Overall it was a wonderful day.</div><div><br /></div>The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-7834702988530562652009-02-16T19:48:00.000-08:002009-03-27T17:38:10.001-07:00One Year In The Making<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPz7CHKKrcAFuwBKuANEg25tFssqGR6fQ6NYrJTfqerecDVjfjXRVIeUGsxW3jD-cZhOvyUYqhVH1-eUwlST2y_hdfbDbtb0KHNz9Hr8Oja1utl9dk0L09MS3iNuJshunRheYmwlZotj9/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303615426487061202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPz7CHKKrcAFuwBKuANEg25tFssqGR6fQ6NYrJTfqerecDVjfjXRVIeUGsxW3jD-cZhOvyUYqhVH1-eUwlST2y_hdfbDbtb0KHNz9Hr8Oja1utl9dk0L09MS3iNuJshunRheYmwlZotj9/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It's hard to believe that Jada is almost 1 year old. Time seems to have flown by this last year. Jada has grown so much and has recently kept us on the move. As soon as Jada realized she could roll over she has never stopped moving. once she started rolling, it wasn't to much longer before she was crawling. First it was the army crawl. She got so fast at the army crawl that she almost moved faster then i did. However, they may have been why it took her so long to crawl on her knees. She was so fast at crawling on her belly, that it seemed like she felt it took to long to crawl on all four... eventually she got there though.<br />Just before she was crawling on all four she was sitting up. However, not long after she was crawling she was holding on to things and pulling herself up. I think it was the combination of sitting up and her constant couriosity that led to the fast transition to standing up (with help). She has just recently started standing up on her own. It's not that often that we can catch her standing on her own. If she sees that we are watching her stand on her own she will immediatley but gracefully fall to the ground. It's almost as if she can do a whole lot more then we know but chooses to keep it a secret.<br />Jada's attitude has always been one of much content. She if full of light and laughter. When we first brought Jada home i thought our lives would immediately be crazy and hectic... granted our lives are but that didn't come until later. Jada was a tiny bundle of peace in a chaotic world. Her sister, Bailey, was always wanting to help and hold her.<br />Jada would wake up in the middle of the night to eat and then go right back to sleep. Things were very much normal... for a few months. However, after 5 months of waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, I was begining to wonder if children actually slept through the night or if this was just a myth that I heard some where.<br />Like I mentioned before, Jada has a strong sense of curiosity. She constantly is following her older sister from room to room. They have discovered the game of tag. So our apartment is full of screams, shreeks, and laughter.<br />We have a constant eye on Jada. If you leave anything laying around she will be sure to get into it. Most often, if not always, unattended items will end up in her mouth. Some of her favorite items to put in her mouth are pennies, shoes, paper, socks, markers, remotes, phones... Well you get the idea, basically anything that can fit in her mouth ends up in her mouth.<br />In this last year Jada has learned so much. She has recently learned how to tickle and imitate her dad laughing. She continues to amaze us and keeps us laughing.<br />We would like to thank everyone that has been a part of Jada's life, as well as a part of our family. We would not be the people we are or where we are without all of those who support us. Thank you for being our foundation during our hard times and thank you for sharing in our best moments in life.The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223638844537062639.post-59323477916791827952008-11-24T20:25:00.000-08:002008-11-24T21:01:57.103-08:00We Are Blogging!!!!Hey everyone,<br />Thank you for coming to visit our blog. I hope this will be a way to keep in touch with everyone and also to keep a record of our family (.... as long as we keep up on it).<br /><br />Anyways, Things are basically the same as usual. School, work, home and kids for Emilie. Work, home and kids for Taylor. Bailey and Jada go to Daycare Monday thru Friday.<br /><br />Bailey was doing really well at potty training for awhile and has recently gone backwards. It is very frustrating because I know that see knows how to go "potty", however she chooses not to. Hopefully she will come around soon. Maybe everything will just click for her (cross your fingers). Bailey keeps us laughing all the time with the random things she says or does. she always loves to sing along with the radio. We will be driving in the car and i will faintly hear her humming along to the melody on the radio. Other times when she will sing twinkle twinkle (tinkle tinkle as Bailey says) at the top of her lungs.<br />However, do not let her cute and adorable exterior fool you. She is a little tornado, ready to destroy anything that gets in her way. She also knows how to push Taylor's buttons. I am amazed at how frustrated Taylor can get at a 3 year old. I see a lot of similarities in our brother-in-law Chad and Taylor.<br /><br />Jada is continuing to move and get into EVERYTHING. She has 6 teeth and puts what ever she can find in her mouth. I remember with Bailey when she first rolled over, she did it once and decided she didn't like it to much. After that she would roll to her side and arch her head all the way back so she would not have to roll over. However, as soon as Jada learned to roll over we have not been able to stop her. After that it was the army crawl, then the crawl, then standing up (with support) and recently standing up (with support) moving around things. We first found out that she could stand up when we went into her room one morning and she greeted us standing up at the edge of her bed with a huge smile on her face.<br /><br />We continue to do better every day. We are so happy with our little family and all that we have.<br /><br />We would like to thank everyone who has helped us get to where we are today. We would like to thank everyone that has helped us become the people we are today. We love you all.The Bice Family 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293406981308525961noreply@blogger.com1