Cody & Julianna

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Pick One ... Eat One

These Bear Lake raspberries were delicious! Even Blake got into the action. We lucked into choosing the prime picking day for raspberries and came home with two cases.

We ate them for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week. Nothing like fresh ripe raspberries and milk...or sometimes cream.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Remembering...

We remember Grandpa Wayne when...

We drive into the Bear Lake Marina...

We ride the tube behind Grandpa Wayne's boat...

We go swimming to earn our lunch...

We are allowed to honk the horn on Grandpa Wayne's boat...

We are playing at the cabin...

We are relaxing at the cabin Grandpa Wayne built ...

We are together as a family. We love and miss you Grandpa Wayne!

Monday, July 22, 2013

There are many reasons why I love when my sister, Becky, comes to visit. She raised two boys and has great parenting advice to keep me sane. Her week long visit should be called Summer Camp with Aunt Becky. She pulls surprises out left and right for my boys. One night it was a head lamp so they could make animal shadows on the ceiling. Another day it was a plastic wiener dog that cuts your hot dog into bites. So random and they LOVE IT! We always do the zoo when she comes and take lots of pictures.


Polar Bear kept Louie mesmerized as he kept jumping off the ledge to swim belly up across the water.


Still loves Elephants!

Louie imitating the croc behind him!

Perfect ending to a hot day at the zoo!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Summer Rain

READY, SET, GO!

Love their reflection in the puddle just prior to pouncing!


What would we do without this truck? It goes everywhere... the park, the sandbox, the beach and now the rain puddles.

Water and boys... always a winning combination!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Kaysville 4th of July Parade

Grandma Marcy, Louie, Julianna and Blake

It was so HOT! The boys didn't care and were right out there clapping, dancing and RUNNING for candy and beads as the floats came by!

Otter pops, Diet Coke and popping an occasional candy in our mouths kept us going.

Happy Birthday America!

Saturday, June 22, 2013

My Sweet Dad's 80th Birthday!

Dad, YOU LOOK FABULOUS! The man is 80 and doesn't have one grey hair on his head. He is a retired aeronautical engineer with 16 US patents. He still swims, plays the piano, has a beautiful voice and teaches math courses at a local college. His favorite hobbies are watching flight videos on YouTube, watching Seinfeld and reading books on his Kindle.

Barbara, Dad, Mary Anne, and Rich

Dad and Mom

He doesn't travel much; so we all came to him. We decided on a siblings reunion: four of my five siblings and three of his four siblings. The weekend went by too quickly! We celebrated at Uncle Julio's with Tex-Mex and a huge chocolate cake. Dad had never been to Costco (my parents belong to Sam's Club). After lunch, we went on a little adventure to Costco where we put Dad in a motorized jazzy cart and puttered up and down the isles. However, I think he spent most of his time with the piano vendor and test drove a few electronic keyboards.
Most of the weekend we spent at my parents house reminiscing stories from our days in Tennessee or my dad's childhood memories in El Paso, Texas. When my dad is around his siblings it just opens up this part of him that I rarely see. He becomes a very animated story teller with probably 65% facts and 35% for pure comic relief. Not to worry, he had his sisters there to set the story straight.
Oh, he wanted to play games. So Barbara comes up with this game that none of us as adults can keep straight. It was difficult to stay focused due to the tears in our eyes from laughter, a few snorts and distractions from Rich (who wasn't into the game at all!).


Kate, Dad and Blake at Uncle Julio's

Becky, Dad, and Julianna

It was a great celebration of my dad's 80th Birthday because it was all things my dad: family, remembering stories of family and friends, Tex Mex food, games and a little shopping trip up and down the isles of Costco. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! WE LOVE YOU!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Monkey See...Monkey Do!

Love Summer Time! Just some fun photos from an afternoon at home.


"El-phant" reunited with the red wagon!


I love this candid photo!

Not our Baby Blake anymore... just "Blakie" according to Louie.

Very Observant...Monkey see...


Monkey Do!

AAAAAND... Stop.
No kidding, this went on ALL summer. I thought it was... funny...Louie... did not! :)

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

When it's over 100*...We have to make our own fun!

Such a luxury for my boys...Otter Pops!

Friday, May 10, 2013

End of Louie's Spring Baseball Season

Gosh, this has gone by quickly! I can't believe we are the end of another season. What are we going to do on our Thursday nights now? Traditionally, we would watch Louie's baseball games. Cody would help coach on the sidelines. And I would chase Blake around the bleachers and watch him drench himself at the water fountains. Afterwards, we would go out to dinner for burgers and fries. It gave our weekends an early kick off! Hmmm... what's next?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Two-Part Birthday for Blake!

Blake loves farm animals right now! He takes requests to demonstrate his talent for imitating noises, "Blake, what does the cow say?" Without hesitation, he promptly moos with a huge smile on his face; so proud of himself! Hence, the inspiration for his birthday party with his friends. Once all of his friends arrived, he made a guest appearance, threw a tantrum (over a balloon) that didn't seem to stop for quite awhile. Clearly, he was exhausted since he had woken up at 5 a.m. for some unknown reason. So after 30 minutes of being at his party, Blake went down for a nap. He napped for four hours! I think he was teething a two year molar. Appropriate, right?
Well at that moment, Louie was happy to take over and show Blake's friends a good time at the party. This is part one of Blake's Birthday...

Well, if you are going to be a farmer, then you need to have a horse. We made our own hobby horses.

Well then you have to feed them!

As the horseys ate and ate, our farmers found surprises in the hay...

Cows! Pigs! and Horses! Oh my!

Afterwards, we sang "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" and the piggies got out of the pig pen. All the farmers had to round them up! At this point, all the farmers were tired and went home for naps. We had a great time but missed Blake! A couple of hours later, Blake woke up much happier and ready to play with some farm stickers and eat his lunch!

What's not to love about a hot dog with cheese and BBQ sauce on a stick?!

Part-two of Blake's birthday played out a couple of days later once the molar had come in!

"Horsey, Horsey on our way..."

Looking for Horsey's friends.

And now all the hay needs to get sprinkled on the deck!

The piggies back in the pig pen; plus Blake and Louie.

One last ride on the Horsey.

It may have taken a week to pull off this two-part birthday party for Blake. But the most important part is that he loved it with his brother, Louie.

Welcome to our blog! What a change...we went from blogging about our travels to blogging about teething, taking first steps and talking about Elmo. Such a 180 degree turn and we love it! Louie and Blake are such a joy to us and can't imagine life without them.

Truly, we are thankful for adoption--for this is the way we will add to our family a third time. We are open to different nationalities, either gender and hope for an open adoption. We are comfortable going through a private attorney or an agency.

Please feel free to share our blog. Thank you in advance for mentioning our quest for adoption to your family and friends!

With Love,
Cody, Julianna, Louie, Blake and our dog, Murphy

About Me: Julianna

I was born in a small town in Tennessee. We lived there until I was in the fifth grade -- what a great place to grow up! In the nearby woods, we would play "house" by designing floor plans with sticks as our walls and a piles of leaves for furniture. As a child, I loved to play games, ride bikes and play barbies. With a family of six kids, often my dad would engage us in a game of hide and go seek to wear us out for bedtime. Or, my dad would play "wild music" on the piano and let us dance around to get our wiggles out for bed. Looking back, I think we must have been a high energy group of kids. This might be why we only could have "sweet cereal" on Saturdays. However, on Christmas morning, each child got their own box; which would be gone by the next day. My poor parents... 6 kids hopped up on sugar plus the Christmas chaos! Our family of 8 then moved to Ft. Worth, Texas. We happily adjusted to Texas BBQ Brisket and Blue Bell Ice Cream. We took advantage of our location and would visit my dad's parents in El Paso for vacations. My grandma made us feel like her greatest treasure. During high school I couldn't wait to DRIVE! After parallel parking an enormous green station wagon, I passed the driving test and had my license in hand. I was very social. My brother Jeff and I were very active in our church youth program. I participated in plays, church volleyball and basketball. I loved going to youth conferences and would sew new outfits. My sewing career was short lived...I'm too much of a perfectionist and would spend more time pulling out stitches rather than sewing them in. I left this talent to my mother and sisters. In high school, I helped to make homecoming floats, joined the pep squad and the German Club; which really was a party with the cutest guys at school. Ummm yeah, I think I have been boy crazy since I was 12. My crushes' names would end up in the doodling of my school notes. At age 12 I may have seen one too many soap operas when I stayed one summer in El Paso with my Aunt Barbara! College was creeping up and I needed money. Therefore, I've had a job ever since I was 15 working for a sandwich store, gelato ice cream store, Dunkin' Donuts (gained 10 pounds in my first month and saw the necessity to quit!) and as a receptionist my senior year for an attorney (work release program). After high school, I went to BYU and LOVED my independence. At age 21, I took an 18 month break from college to serve a mission in the Arizona Temple Visitor Center. By far, this experience was one of the highlights of my life--serving and loving the people of Mesa. Before graduating with my Bachelors in Education, I went to study abroad to Israel for four months. I learned about the Jewish and Muslim cultures, religions and histories... fascinating! I will always have a sincere respect for the rich history taken place on that soil. During my first three years of teaching first and second grade, I earned and graduated with a Masters in Education. I continued to teach in Utah for a few more years. I loved teaching but wanted to find new opportunities to stretch myself in the field. I moved to Washington, D.C. and began to work as a literacy trainer (of teachers) for a non-profit in Baltimore, Maryland. For four years, I had the wonderful opportunity to help improve children's education in inner city schools. My favorite memories were those of helping young children find and cultivate the love of reading. The success of learning to read increased their self worth and opened doors of opportunities in their future. I continued a similar position with George Washington University working with the DC public schools, teachers and students. I loved my time of living in D.C. Many opportunities helped me to appreciate and learn of our nation's history. I'm such a "hands-on learner." Knowing this about myself, I took advantage of my location and traveled to a few countries across the Atlantic Ocean to learn of their cultures and histories. D.C. will always be an important chapter of my life filled with wonderful friends --and of course, where I originally met Cody. In 2005, I returned to Utah and began teaching second grade. This is when I became reacquainted with Cody and our life together started its course.

About Me: Cody

I was born and spent the majority of my childhood in Bountiful, Utah, a suburb of Salt Lake City. I was a fairly social kid and spent more time than a normal 5 year old visiting all the senior citizens in my neighborhood who had nicknamed me “Windy”. Apparently, I talked a lot. I was just there for the Iced Oatmeal Cookies sitting on their kitchen counter. So I would talk and talk until I could close the deal and walk away with my Iced Oatmeal cookies. I think they knew what my intentions were and would milk me in their boredom. Just give me the cookie! The steep hills of Bountiful provided the perfect childhood existence. Steep hills for sledding and skiing in the winter and the twisty streets made great neighborhood night games and Olympics in the summer. Life really is simple as a kid and maybe it is best to enjoy the first portion of your life in a relative blissful ignorance. Mom and I followed Dad to Juneau, Alaska for my 9th grade year, as part of Dad's work in developing mining operations. After a year of playing football on a rocky dirt field with a team of female line(wo)men, I was glad to move home and be a part of Bountiful High School's first back to back high school football championship. I really had great friends and was active in choir, madrigals, student government and sports. I bought my first car when I was 15 ½ (it supposedly sat in the garage for the next few months while I waited to turn 16) with my own money. I worked at Farmers Insurance at nights and mowed lawns in the summers. This was my first experience in just how expensive life was going to be. Either that, or I had high expectations of myself and what I wanted to accomplish, but I did learn early on that you'll get out what you put into something. My parents, to their credit, really stressed work work work. This undoubtedly helped me day in and day out when serving an LDS Church mission to Alabama. It drove me nuts to see the lack of work ethic some of the other missionaries had. Spending two years performing community service and other church activities was probably the most difficult but most worthwhile challenge in my life to that point. But, the best part is that none of it is for yourself. Service is a great thing to learn at 19 years of age. Following my mission I attended the University of Utah and received a degree in Business Management (Finance) while working full time and was active in student government, Sigma Chi Fraternity and participated as a moderator for a weekly radio and TV show called Coffee and Politics. During my senior year, I received an internship in Washington DC, which completely changed the direction I thought I was headed. I loved the energy and great minds I met and worked with in Washington. Following graduation I worked in New York City for an internet start up that eventually closed its doors following the events of Sept. 11. I jumped at the chance to move to Washington DC and began working for U.S. Senator John Ensign shortly after. I spent four years working on healthcare and financial industry policy before heading to Las Vegas to do some campaign work. In August of 2005, Mom and I took my Grandma and Grandpa Meyer to visit the sites of Washington DC. The whole time I lived there, I really hoped it would work out that they could come and visit and could show them around. We had a great time and on our last day I took them to a favorite Saturday morning market and breakfast joint called Eastern Market. As fate now has it, I ran into a mutual good friend, Jill Chappell, who told me Julianna was moving to Salt Lake. I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning...

OUR STORY
A couple of years ago in D.C., I had taken Julianna out a few times. We got to know each other over Mexican food at three different locations. However, at the end of our third date, instead of inviting me in, she gave me a luke warm side hug at the door. I understand girls have this need to be pursued but an awkward hug doesn't really lend itself to an “oh baby baby” hot pursuit! Please. So, three years later, our story picks up again when I ran into Jill at Eastern Market. She wasting no time reacquainting us, called Julianna and handed me the phone. Julianna asked me if I could take a precious duffle bag of shoes she didn't have room for on the plane. These were essential items needed for her first week of work in Utah. With lack of time in heading to the airport, she met me in front of the Smithsonian on the Washington Mall for the handoff. The day she arrived in Salt Lake, she called to get her shoes. I was in Houston at the time and promised her bag of shoes at the end of the week in exchange for a dinner of steak fajitas. I think in her mind this meant two things: the comforts of Mexican food and a reason to buy new shoes until her own arrived safely. After our date of steak fajitas, it all went quickly from there.