tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15853177936452681842024-03-13T03:34:30.154-06:00You & Me plus 2The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-69184278793057196822012-10-17T17:21:00.002-06:002012-10-17T17:21:41.354-06:00Banks JayFirst off do people still blog? I know I haven't in forever but thought it was only fair to give Banks a birth post like Finn got one. Since both kids are sleeping I thought know would be the best and only time.<br />
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2 weeks in a row Joe had decided to go on little trips. Normally totally fine with it ( we've been married awhile so I'm not in the needy first year of marriage). This time however they were right around when baby Banks was due so I wasn't to thrilled. Trip one to St. George for bachelor party went smoothly with no contractions or water breaking. He came home for about 2 days then left again on a seminary retreat. He was closer to home this time but closer to the due date as well. After my doctors visit and being at a 3 and having, what I thought were heavy contractions, I thought it was time Joe came home early from his trip. The only problem was Joe was on a boat and decided to be the wake boarding teacher. I could not get a hole of him for about an hour. Once he finally called back I told him to head on home because I'm pretty sure I'm having a baby. 2 hours later Joe gets home and we go to the hospital.<br />
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Once we checked in and get hoked up my heavy contractions were not so heavy and they told us they were probably going to send us home. The nurse checked me and said I was a 2, which yes I know earlier I said I was a 3 all nurses must think different. The nurse that checked me the first time said I was a 3 BUT someone with chubby fingers would say a 2. I guess my nurse at the hospital had chubby fingers. Before they unhooked me she wanted to check again only this time my water got in the way and she popped it. I guess we're staying and having a baby because my water had defiantly broken ( thanks to chubby finger nurse). She said it would have broken in 2 more contractions but who knows.<br />
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The next 9 hours go on and on and very slowly. Just like with Finn, i move very slowly, I'd say about an centimeter every 1 1/2 or more. Finally around 2 am I'm ready to go. Baby Banks was a total of 2 contractions, just like his brother, and came on into this world at 2:30am. Full head of dark hair, a whopping 6 lbs 4oz and 18 1/2 inches long. From day one he really has been the perfect child. Sleeps 10 plus hours at night, naps like a dream and lets his big brother in his face all day long. Finn has been in love with his brother since day one. He has never been mean to him. He wants to wake him up the second he hears him make a sounds( probably because he knows Banks has to eat and Finn gets to watch a show). Having 2 kids has been busy and tiring but I love my 2 boys ( 3 Boys) more and more each day. With Finn we knew he looked 100% like Joe. Banks on the other hand we have no idea who he looks like. We just know he's ours because of his webbed toe like big brother and mom.<br />
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So there you have it our newest addition to the family and only 3 months late.<br />
The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-56448757401295589562012-06-18T16:24:00.001-06:002012-06-18T16:24:19.246-06:00HeatWhen I was pregnant with Findley I remember every one saying how miserable I was going to be being pregnant through the summer. Findley's pregnancy, as far as I can remember, was a breeze compared to this one. The summer did not bug me at all. Being 4-7 months pregnant is way better than being 8-9 months pregnant in the summer. I feel like I smell all day long because I am sweating. Even on days that seem to usually be perfect weather I am sweating up a storm. I can't walk without wanting to stop and take a breather. I'm pretty sure this kid is fully grown because I can't seem to move or even sit without a limb poking out of my sides. I'm asking you dear son if you are ready and bored of sitting in a sack all day I would love for you to come out and play with your big brother. Not now because you'd be super early, but in 2 weeks when you're full term, that would be fantastic.<br />
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<br /></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-87463738003037229822012-04-19T16:05:00.002-06:002012-04-19T16:13:52.085-06:00lets get real for a secI understand what I'm about to say may get me blacklisted ( which i don't really even know what that means, but sounds about right). I understand that I may lose some friends over this, but I can't hold it in any more. I hate chick-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">fila</span>. I hate it and think it has to be the worst chicken sandwiches ever. I much rather <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">have a</span> chicken sandwich from Jack-in-the-box any day. I just don't understand the hype and why people love it. Whenever I tell someone I don't like it, it's almost like I'm speaking another language. People always tell me I'm getting the wrong thing, so the next time I go I get something new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">and</span> it is still sick. All it is, is some rubbery piece of chicken( grilled or regular) on some flimsy bun. The worst part is all the give you is 2 gross wet pickles. The sandwiches are already pricey, to get a "deluxe" with a piece of lettuce and tomato it's another 2 dollars. The only thing good that has come out of chick-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">fila</span> is the chick-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">fila</span> sauce, that's it. I'm sorry if some of you never speak to me again but seriously it's disgusting. One of Joe's biggest flaws his him liking chick-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">fila</span>, but I'll go with him just for the sauce. There I said it out in the open and I'm not even mad about it. In all seriousness Utah should get a couple Jack-in-the-Boxes instead of building a new chick-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">fila</span> every 1/2 mile. Period. The end. Thank you.The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-874478447899053262012-04-16T08:41:00.003-06:002012-04-16T08:49:08.721-06:00For Joe<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3UbzGK2hmc/T4wxVgV3_TI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zUxETGaCjKU/s1600/2012-03-02%2B12.26.25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732010671264496946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3UbzGK2hmc/T4wxVgV3_TI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zUxETGaCjKU/s320/2012-03-02%2B12.26.25.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPduxFMKR6E/T4wxVXlU8zI/AAAAAAAAA80/O5Gp3hhQsRw/s1600/2012-03-16_20.03.59.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732010668913390386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPduxFMKR6E/T4wxVXlU8zI/AAAAAAAAA80/O5Gp3hhQsRw/s320/2012-03-16_20.03.59.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy9-gcH5DDo/T4ww3L7jSII/AAAAAAAAA8o/stiF2idJ9uo/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732010150389303426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy9-gcH5DDo/T4ww3L7jSII/AAAAAAAAA8o/stiF2idJ9uo/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2931.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AbX3zawWiGE/T4ww27YrQ5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/wpSTQqBubjc/s1600/IMG_6685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732010145948058514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AbX3zawWiGE/T4ww27YrQ5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/wpSTQqBubjc/s320/IMG_6685.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgQU6uBkuUM/T4wwSmWodsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GjcsttoMueI/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-0780.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732009521827051202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgQU6uBkuUM/T4wwSmWodsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GjcsttoMueI/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-0780.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-88470478562169494682012-02-24T15:28:00.003-07:002012-02-24T15:54:39.884-07:00Always Daddy<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Oh45t7oV_c/T0gPuYw8sXI/AAAAAAAAA8E/SXNxgqYYAYs/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712833416915628402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Oh45t7oV_c/T0gPuYw8sXI/AAAAAAAAA8E/SXNxgqYYAYs/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" /></a><br />Why is it always Daddy you want? Findley don't you remember all the things I have done for you. First got off my body is completely shot. I got fatter and fatter for you just so you would have room in my belly. I gave up Chinese food for you for 9 months. I even gave up chocolate and switched to nerds for you. I don't know why you liked nerds and hated Chinese food but I did it with no complaining. I got up every night when you decided to eat every 2 hours. I know that one Daddy couldn't do anything about that, but still you should give me a little credit for that. I slept uncomfortably for 9 months and would get up every night at least 2 times to go pee. I know Daddy works and it's so exciting when you hear the garage door open and Daddy comes in. It's ok that you cry Daddy's name at night and that you always want to go to him. Just remember that Mommy loves you even if you choose Daddy. Maybe one day you'll realize how much Mommy loves you but until then I guess Daddy well just have to start doing as much as Mommy so maybe your love for us well even out. Just Joking Joe you're cool and do a lot for Finn too:) Love both your faces!The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-43876466849815650682012-01-18T14:58:00.003-07:002012-01-18T15:04:25.484-07:00Totally not a Nerd<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e07H6v9HRSg/TxdArQ7AzFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dIuWOIs_g7I/s1600/2011-12-05%2B09.56.28.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699094965481688146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e07H6v9HRSg/TxdArQ7AzFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dIuWOIs_g7I/s320/2011-12-05%2B09.56.28.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>A couple of months ago my sweet husband brought home about 6 different types of nerds candy. Not because he thinks I'm a nerd but because with my last pregnancy I craved nerds like nobodies business. I would eat the movie size box of nerds almost daily in one sitting and it was amazing. So he thought since i'm pregnant again I would want the same thing (which was nice of him). Then he walked in our bathroom and saw all 3 pregnancy test. The nerd candy then took on a new meaning. He decided I was a huge nerd because I took 3 tests. I would probably still be taking test to this week except my belly is popping and I've heard a heart beat so I'm going to just bank on that, that I'm pregnant. In July Finn is going to be a big brother and he is going to love it, whether he likes it or not, he'll learn.</div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-54970150318486366532012-01-18T10:04:00.004-07:002012-01-18T10:23:20.555-07:00I wish I lived in the 50's<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYdC4VUbV-M/Txb7r_WHjEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xrbpemw9yMs/s1600/gym.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYdC4VUbV-M/Txb7r_WHjEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xrbpemw9yMs/s320/gym.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699019111641091138" /></a>I always say I wish i lived in the 50's. I know no time is perfect but it seemed so much more innocent then what times are now. Well that's what the movies portray, so it must be true. It seemed like you can walk anywhere, any time and there weren't a million news stories about someone getting killed or attacked. There wasn't internet so, lets be honest, pornography wasn't a click of a button away. You had to go buy magazines and embarrass yourself. There wasn't cell phones and text messaging. People had to actually talk to each other. You couldn't get confused by what you thought somebody meant because you are actually speaking to them face to face. Times just seemed so much more simple and though I love some technology I think I could do without most of it. Also thick,plump,and curvy was the way to be back then. Anorexia, boney, stick straight is the way now. If you got hips like Marilyn, now a days would mean you're over weight. But look at her she's gorgeous and thick and I love it. Yes I was I lived in simpler times where I didn't have to worry every day who's skinner then me, what a certain text message meant, and what's popping up unexpectedly on my soon to be teenagers computer. Maybe one day I won't have to worry or just not care any more....but I doubt it.The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-47218522865690312292011-10-11T14:28:00.004-06:002011-10-11T14:47:29.916-06:00Findley Jon turns 1Findley Jon turned 1 on October 2nd. He had a party on the 1st and everything went smoothly with no rain and all sun. He loved opening presents and cried when it came to cake. He is the most handsomest boy I know and I love him.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msVChtpOUu4/TpSpn4YLUeI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IY9ZqRgOjes/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662337134125339106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msVChtpOUu4/TpSpn4YLUeI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IY9ZqRgOjes/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><br />Loved his new Mickey Mouse<br /></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0qquEAWKc/TpSpnTNIsDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ylFv_H-_1VM/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662337124146917426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0qquEAWKc/TpSpnTNIsDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ylFv_H-_1VM/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Amazing Mohawk beanie<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvi8DoAj2E/TpSpJ0QohMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/FQwBK6dLSro/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336617623880898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvi8DoAj2E/TpSpJ0QohMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/FQwBK6dLSro/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Just reading new books in his new tie<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwroZ0BZ0H4/TpSpJdrJkBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zYGlScXWaZI/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336611561082898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwroZ0BZ0H4/TpSpJdrJkBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zYGlScXWaZI/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Happy little family<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzMJFlpEb8/TpSpIbiyAHI/AAAAAAAAA58/5LoVIEKEXW0/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336593809244274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzMJFlpEb8/TpSpIbiyAHI/AAAAAAAAA58/5LoVIEKEXW0/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" /></a><br /><br />so sad about his cake, which was delicious pumpkin. He doesn't even know what he is missing<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GieJwUS0Bok/TpSpH3ZcFVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xSPyZc4Njc4/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336584106382674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GieJwUS0Bok/TpSpH3ZcFVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xSPyZc4Njc4/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" /></a><br />So BIG<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLYrbeyylPg/TpSpHiCVXnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4agI6ZERTt4/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336578372329074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLYrbeyylPg/TpSpHiCVXnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4agI6ZERTt4/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Laughing at cousin Sid<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWkj-5xWPro/TpSoSosHFxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hnp-2Pi5B-c/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335669625100050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWkj-5xWPro/TpSoSosHFxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hnp-2Pi5B-c/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Eating his lunch<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fESfytNOLgM/TpSoSOtmwiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QkPrH6bAGcc/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335662652047906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fESfytNOLgM/TpSoSOtmwiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QkPrH6bAGcc/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Cookie bar and cupcakes<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhNJtWB9w7U/TpSoRsSQXoI/AAAAAAAAA48/hsLpoDSnBEI/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335653410528898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhNJtWB9w7U/TpSoRsSQXoI/AAAAAAAAA48/hsLpoDSnBEI/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" /></a><br /><br />pinwheels and books<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbui1uSgkr0/TpSoRCqeAjI/AAAAAAAAA4w/c1Uhovyx2QY/s1600/IMG_2062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335642237796914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbui1uSgkr0/TpSoRCqeAjI/AAAAAAAAA4w/c1Uhovyx2QY/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Finn is still playing with the balloons almost 2 weeks later.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOueq5xUrU4/TpSoQ0qNzrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SPlzVUyjrYM/s1600/IMG_2054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335638478638770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOueq5xUrU4/TpSoQ0qNzrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SPlzVUyjrYM/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" /></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 /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-82495406203965906122011-09-10T13:11:00.005-06:002011-09-10T13:54:07.869-06:00Arizona<div align="justify">Apparently talking about my breast size, or lack thereof wasn't enough about our Arizona trip. Although that was the highlight of my trip we did much more then discover I am a small child. We swam a lot the week leading up to the wedding. What else can you really do in the beautiful dry heat of Arizona? Joe however managed to go golfing 3 times, go to a diamondbacks game and an ASU game. I swam, Joe went on many adventures. Finn discovered a couple new things. He loves to "read". Every time we are in the car he was reading a book, even if it's upside down he'll still read it, he's that talented. He loves naked time with his cousins and he loved crawling around on the splash pad. He did learn that if you look inside a hole water well come out of it and it well splash you in the face. My son may like a lot of things, but he did not like that surprise. I got yelled at by a grumpy German man for taking pictures of my sleeping son in the temple waiting room. He actually threatened to take my camera away, can they even do that? I'm pretty sure he's still upset about the whole Hitler thing, and someone should let him know that only nice people are supposed to be working in the temple. At the reception we danced the night away. Well we danced until Finn fell asleep, which was 8:30. I then watched the Latinos dance the night away while holding a sleeping, sweating baby. We spent time with cousins and Aunts and Uncles, ate Neilsons, ate some more, played a weak round of Hearts and swam some more. It was hot but worth it.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div>*Side note that has nothing to do with Arizona: my husband makes the best Fettuccine Alfredo. I just ate some left overs and I have never had Alfredo better than his. In fact we don't even eat at Italian restaurants really anymore because anything Italian his family makes is 100 times better then anything at sick Olive Garden or any other Italian restaurant . You know it's good when at the end of the Alfredo there is a pile of butter and oil in the bowl. Thank you Joe for making the best Alfredo ever! Now some pictures:<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Happy new couple, Eli & Mila<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjLd_SK_KgE/Tmu_LliH5iI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uelT9Whh2e8/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650820363241121314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjLd_SK_KgE/Tmu_LliH5iI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uelT9Whh2e8/s320/IMG_6626.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Book worm<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRZmWrm5tjk/Tmu4nLZKIrI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xZJ4pBcBKhw/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813140679140018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRZmWrm5tjk/Tmu4nLZKIrI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xZJ4pBcBKhw/s320/IMG_6635.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><br />Mesa temple waiting for Eli & Mila </p><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u19GKx_72p0/Tmu4m8oNO8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/yHcbqm2Chfw/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813136715725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u19GKx_72p0/Tmu4m8oNO8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/yHcbqm2Chfw/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />It was totally worth it to get yelled at for this picture<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDmlJg2vK5k/Tmu4mgExRrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u0_3zMns37U/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813129050900146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDmlJg2vK5k/Tmu4mgExRrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u0_3zMns37U/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My 2 handsome boys<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysTss-y_0bg/Tmu4S9KjxeI/AAAAAAAAA38/7Ei4Em40ADA/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812793262425570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysTss-y_0bg/Tmu4S9KjxeI/AAAAAAAAA38/7Ei4Em40ADA/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Splash Pad Party<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDZOpavm5go/Tmu4Smhil2I/AAAAAAAAA30/A7oBThlow0s/s1600/IMG_6611.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812787184801634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDZOpavm5go/Tmu4Smhil2I/AAAAAAAAA30/A7oBThlow0s/s320/IMG_6611.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Getting shot in the face<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sli_aOSsCmQ/Tmu4SUSZR_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/y1p--WBWAQs/s1600/IMG_6608.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812782289438706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sli_aOSsCmQ/Tmu4SUSZR_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/y1p--WBWAQs/s320/IMG_6608.JPG" /></a><br /><br />He doesn't even know what's coming<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGNiydBY33U/Tmu4SEh_DYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sv10dQswnV8/s1600/IMG_6606.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812778059861378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGNiydBY33U/Tmu4SEh_DYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sv10dQswnV8/s320/IMG_6606.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Naked Party<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo3wgu0_oss/Tmu4R-O_IPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/k3E_RoKipOQ/s1600/IMG_6578.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812776369561842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo3wgu0_oss/Tmu4R-O_IPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/k3E_RoKipOQ/s320/IMG_6578.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pool time<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hRdDEIK2EM/Tmu3v3ExhbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FINPevzZuAQ/s1600/IMG_6575.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812190332126642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hRdDEIK2EM/Tmu3v3ExhbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FINPevzZuAQ/s320/IMG_6575.JPG" /></a><br />Flying Finn<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HE6s1TvT9NA/Tmu3vjoYKMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y2oqwLtVnFA/s1600/DSCN9961.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812185112750274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HE6s1TvT9NA/Tmu3vjoYKMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y2oqwLtVnFA/s320/DSCN9961.jpg" /></a><br />Conkling Family<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_Xc3jHrRs/Tmu3vWT3GoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KHynTaVonAk/s1600/DSCN9938.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812181537036930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_Xc3jHrRs/Tmu3vWT3GoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KHynTaVonAk/s320/DSCN9938.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Dance Dance, you know it's serious when you get the face<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FI-RlVy6qA/Tmu3vYATxUI/AAAAAAAAA28/ecMfE1JFdiM/s1600/DSCN9909.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812181991900482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FI-RlVy6qA/Tmu3vYATxUI/AAAAAAAAA28/ecMfE1JFdiM/s320/DSCN9909.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Mom with the kids<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PexTNWPr34/Tmu3vDa3QSI/AAAAAAAAA20/XJKyhtbbRdg/s1600/DSCN9911.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812176466133282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PexTNWPr34/Tmu3vDa3QSI/AAAAAAAAA20/XJKyhtbbRdg/s320/DSCN9911.jpg" /></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 /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-83131412502708523722011-09-06T17:14:00.003-06:002011-09-06T17:28:54.165-06:00Last Chance<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf31VLxTInE/TmaqSrOLjsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-YS4XSoJOeM/s1600/Photo_Effects.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649390020399435458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf31VLxTInE/TmaqSrOLjsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-YS4XSoJOeM/s320/Photo_Effects.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>This last week my whole family went on over to Arizona for my brother Eli's wedding. Mine and Tyler's families made a vacation out of it and stayed in Scottsdale the week leading up to the wedding. Since Jeff and Joe golfed basically every day, Tyler and I made a little shopping trip to a store called Last Chance. It's not Nordstroms, it's not Nordstroms Rack, it's what comes after Nordstroms Rack and it is amazingly cheap. We got shirts for a dollar (dolla holla), $150 pencil skirts for $4.97, $50 shorts for $5.97, you get my point it was extremely cheap. Just ask Tyler she of course found out how much she would have spent compared to what she did spend, it doesn't even make sense. Anyways when we got home I was looking at my recite to see how much everything was. I know I got 3 kids belts for .97 cents and they were listed as LC Kids AP. While looking down I found 2 other things listed under LC Kids AP. for $3.97 (as shown above). I was confused as to what else I bought in the kids section and then it clicked. Yes I bought 2 kids bras that fit like a glove. Thank you Finn for tricking me into thinking I would have big breast after children when in fact I now have smaller breast then I did before and I now have to shop in the kids sections for bras. At least I finally have some bras that fit.</div></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-30482301842148068912011-08-15T14:46:00.002-06:002011-08-15T15:08:06.436-06:00Happy 4 years<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK9xwXfPPUk/TkmGBR-F-BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u5jIIl60LQo/s1600/IMG_6532.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641187364820088850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK9xwXfPPUk/TkmGBR-F-BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u5jIIl60LQo/s320/IMG_6532.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div>We made it a whole 4 years and we are still happy and married. this year we didn't have just one day of celebration, well Joe did, but I had 12 days. Everyday Joe left a note behind explaining what well happen on that certain day. I felt like a little kid waiting for Santa every morning. I am so grateful to you, Joe, for making me feel loved every day( with or without gifts). I know , I know as years go on and we get into double digits the anniversaries are going to be interrupted with kids and with the busyness of life, but I'll take what I can get for now. So from now on I well be expecting the 12 days of our anniversary every year. Just joking, but seriously do it. Thank you Josh and Court for getting married so I could give my number out to Thurm and Brock. Which led to me stocking Joe and asking Thurm for his number. So I guess I owe a thank you to Thurm too for first making me feel stupid in asking for Joe's number but then said he was joking and gave it to me. I'm so glad I wore the yellow skirt the day I did and dropped it like it was hot to get Joe to recognize me. Again thank you yellow skirt, rap music, girl's choice slow dance and Joe for not waiting for me to ask him to dance on girl's choice. Thank you for taking a chance on me and making me the happiest wife, now mom, ever. I love you and am excited for our many more anniversaries ( and awesome present ideas...again just joking, but seriously...)</div>
<br />The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-58509201056017863102011-08-01T09:57:00.003-06:002011-08-01T10:31:11.755-06:00temptation<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnGc6y0Rjeo/TjbNIFrhikI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OlMwr0gRKtE/s1600/Photo_Effects"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635917522548132418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnGc6y0Rjeo/TjbNIFrhikI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OlMwr0gRKtE/s320/Photo_Effects" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is my biggest tempation. This little special K treat from Village Baker is my downfall. At first sight it makes you so happy with its looks and smell alone. This is my ultimate temptation and I can never say no. Once i get one bite I have to finish it. No matter if I'm full or sick I finish it. I'm so happy while eating but that follows with immediate regret. though this leaves me with sadness once it is gone i truly love it. however it is becoming a problem. im pretty sure i well become obese from eating this so often. every weekend it seems like joe goes on a little drive and brings me home one of these, just because. some days it may seem like im having a rough day so joe may bring me home 2. i guess im pretty easy to make happy. no diamonds no roses just a special k bar.</div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5737540256577741682011-07-07T11:31:00.002-06:002011-07-07T11:38:20.699-06:00Maybe a ThemeSo lately I have had no clue was to blog about. I thought I could blog about Finn of course everyday, but I think only so many people want to read about how many times he tried to crawl in a day. By so many people I mean me and maybe Joe. I thought I could make up a perfect family and make fun of people because I think I ma better then everyone else, but then I realized I had a life. I could be a food critic but then everyone would know how much crap I eat. I could blog about my workouts at Pure Workout and hoe ridiculous they are and how much I sweat and get my butt kicked everyday. Again I think only myself would enjoy that. I can people watch and make fun of people, but my New Year's resolution is to not make fun of people, so that wouldn't work. For now you are just stuck with me and my family and random thoughts every now and then. On that note here is what we have been up to...The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-50722050462394206202011-07-07T10:55:00.009-06:002011-07-07T11:29:05.709-06:00ContinuedLike I was saying this is what we have been up to. Like the bad parent I am Joe and I left our Finn and went on a 4 day cruise to the Bahamas. I'm pretty sure Finn didn't really care because he had cousins constantly taking care of him and playing with him. Of course when we got back from the cruise Finn decided to give me the "no look at mom" treatment for about 20 minutes. Of course as soon as he saw Joe he was kicking and excited to see him. He probably just though Joe was at work. I do all the work and Joe always gets all the love. Sometimes I just think babies have it all wrong. Back to the beginning, Joe and I enjoyed some alone time for the first time in 8 1/2 months. Joe did have to give me a lecture on why it is good to leave a 8 month old because we don't want him living at home when he is 30. After that lecture ( which doesn't really make sense) I was fine and we were able to enjoy ourselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We enjoyed a boat ride in the sun to...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZcmGSOzdgc/ThXpJZNgcXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wYzz83ty03U/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626659657064935794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZcmGSOzdgc/ThXpJZNgcXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wYzz83ty03U/s320/IMG_6373.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">where we meet these guys. Sharks in the ocean where we snorkeled. Once they got to close I went in the boat while Joe stayed out.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"> </div></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"><br /></a><br /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6cAddFmazE/ThXnKud2pkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vJ3VTO-qIQA/s1600/IMG_6375.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657480927258178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6cAddFmazE/ThXnKud2pkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vJ3VTO-qIQA/s320/IMG_6375.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>We also relaxed on the beach,<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAgkyS7E8c/ThXnL2UXH3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2TCdjfAjwXY/s1600/IMG_6394.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657500214796146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAgkyS7E8c/ThXnL2UXH3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2TCdjfAjwXY/s320/IMG_6394.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Parasailled,<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZjh3aANLY/ThXnLh5xtrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/o46T1OAEZnU/s1600/IMG_6405.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657494734583474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZjh3aANLY/ThXnLh5xtrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/o46T1OAEZnU/s320/IMG_6405.JPG" /></a>Visited this little site in Key West. It should say Southern and Hottest point in US,<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyGcNrE5jWY/ThXn8tauVoI/AAAAAAAAA18/tt2UVk5EMws/s1600/IMG_6420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658339639154306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyGcNrE5jWY/ThXn8tauVoI/AAAAAAAAA18/tt2UVk5EMws/s320/IMG_6420.JPG" /></a><br />and we had a fancy night.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1iLt6-Dnw4/ThXnLaGiHPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NO8JNursKmM/s1600/IMG_6387.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657492640603378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1iLt6-Dnw4/ThXnLaGiHPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NO8JNursKmM/s320/IMG_6387.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br />At the end we got to come home to this little stink bug. I'd say this was the best part of the trip.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc--jWxBe90/ThXq5Lp_haI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJYMHaOgxVc/s1600/2011-06-28_15.05.50.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661577571665314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc--jWxBe90/ThXq5Lp_haI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJYMHaOgxVc/s320/2011-06-28_15.05.50.jpg" /></a>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-63148637685396855492011-06-16T17:22:00.002-06:002011-06-16T17:33:42.008-06:00Packing = CleaningWhy is it when you're the busiest you seem to have the need to clean your house. Not just pick up but deep clean like you've never cleaned before( and when I say you I mean I but it sounds more like I'm not the only one). While I am thinking of packing for our vacation and the million things I need before we go I open the fridge and decide it needs a clean. I don;t even know how food ends up in some of the places it does. As I move to the bottom of the fridge I realize my floors need to be mopped, then my steal appliances need to be polished and it is a never ending cycle. I do love coming home to a clean home after vacations so I only have to worry on unpacking. I just know once the unpacking starts then the cleaning well start all over. Really I don't even have time to clean because lets face it Finn is not the best napper all the time. It's like he knows I am busy doing other things so he wants to wake up and play and make more messes so instead of relaxing while he sleeps i get to clean more. If he weren't so cute some days I think I may go crazy. Anyways packing leads to cleaning unpacking leads to more cleaning something leads to another something and there is no time for anything, but i love every busy moment...just joking I don't but seriously.The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-27947488990737587712011-06-07T18:56:00.002-06:002011-06-07T19:12:00.534-06:00What to do<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqbhl0euazg/Te7JjB67lKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YC23Ocjn0to/s1600/2011-06-06_18.32.15.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615647389025801378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqbhl0euazg/Te7JjB67lKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YC23Ocjn0to/s320/2011-06-06_18.32.15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>These 2 are my life and they are gone. Joe decided to take Finn to scouts with him tonight to keep him entertained. Usually I would be ok with that. In fact yesterday all I wanted was Joe to come home to take Finn away. Yesterday was one of those days that I felt like a horrible mother and didn't want Finn around because all he did was cry and not nap. Of course when Joe gets home he is perfect because he really is obsessed with his dad. Finn can't focus on anything when Joe is around. If I am trying to feed him Finn's looking at Joe, if I'm getting him dressed he is rolling around trying to look at Joe; he loves his dad. Now today Finn has been an angle and Joe decided to take him and I am here doing nothing. I know it's only for an hour but on good days like today I miss my son. I didn't even text Joe today telling him he needed to get home to take care of his son, that means it was a really good day. If I can't handle an hour away from Finn, I think I am going to have a melt down when we leave him for our cruise. He probably won't even miss me, he'll j miss Joe though. So while I sit and wait for my son and husband to come home I'll do what I know Joe would want me to do...watch the playoff game.</div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-41264145670912538832011-05-28T11:09:00.002-06:002011-05-28T11:18:14.453-06:00Red Suck More Like ItI can't handle it I gotsta get it off my mind. Last night we went to Red Robin by Fashion place and it was beyond the worst thing ever, besides my food being good. We waited for literally an hour and a half before we got our food. Yes I know our party as a little more than 4 people but the restaurant was empty. They brought out the burgers then about 15 minutes later the salads came out. I usually wouldn't care because i would be full from fries but since I'm on this dumb diet I couldn't eat fries so I was starving. Then once my salad came out it was wrong so I had to wait another 10 minutes. Seriously for a salad and poor Eloise was the last one to get her food. What does the generous manager do, she says she'll give us 15% off. Oh how nice of her to spare us a dollar or 2 after waisting 2 hours of my life. Not to mention I got 1 refill in the 2 hours we wasted away. I do like red robin but i guess they only really serve you when you go on a busy night. If there is no one in the restaurant don't expect to get in and out quickly because you won't. I've been thinking about it all morning and how much it bugged me that the manager thought she was a life saver for giving us 15% off. One day I think I'll be a full blown Coccimiglio and say something in the moment to get free food( which Joe did and my salad was free), but for right now I'll just be silent mad.The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-22355294607987716482011-05-27T16:17:00.002-06:002011-05-27T16:48:57.633-06:00Name Picking Vs. Parenting<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzopp4SC7w/TeAjYRJyg7I/AAAAAAAAA04/37Ti5e0VFMA/s1600/IMG_6219.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611524035531932594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzopp4SC7w/TeAjYRJyg7I/AAAAAAAAA04/37Ti5e0VFMA/s320/IMG_6219.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Question: Which is harder picking a name or parenting?Answer: Both suck in their own way but end up being pretty good. I've decided no matter what you do there is someone that is going to criticize. Name picking for Findley was one of the hardest decisions. In fact I had a list of names and around 8 months of pregnancy I decided I hated all the names and started all over. Findley actually didn't even come until the day he was born. I hated sharing names with people, not because i was afraid someone would take the name but because EVERY ONE has something to say about it. I should have just been like my parents and left the birth certificate blank so one day when Finn needs a driver's licence or passport he could pick his own name. Then baby came and Findley was his name and now we had to do this parenting thing. People always quote me books or say I should do this or that, but guess what every child is different and just because a book says something doesn't mean it is right. No body is the perfect parent yet every body wants to tell you their right. You're wrong if your child is on a schedule, you're wrong if they're not, you're wrong if you formal feed, you're wrong if they take a binki, you're wrong if they don't sleep through the night or don't take naps, if you're child cries you are a bad parent, if you love your child to much you're bragging yada yada yada blah blah blah. Now that name picking is over with, hopefully we don't screw up our children too bad with this parenting gig.</div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-54535032745293570532011-05-26T10:57:00.002-06:002011-05-26T11:20:10.307-06:00Creative FlowSince having a child ( which is fantastic) I have realized my creative writing has come to a stop. All I can think about is that little stink Finn and how I want to squeeze him. Then I write it down and let you guys know how i squeezed him and so on and so forth. So while he naps, which i should be napping too, I have looked up my old post to maybe get some ideas to write about. Man was i laughing at some of the things I wrote 1. because they are real random and 2. because i am pretty funny.<br /><br /><div align="center">1. I wrote about how on Saturday Joe and I went shoe shopping all day. Seriously and people commented on it like it was interesting. The simple days of no yard work and no kids and we could just go shoe shopping all day.</div><br /><div align="center">2. I talked about how Joe has several times left me roses out of a surprise and how some girls think roses are a waste but I love them. I laugh because one V-day all Joe got me were flowers and I was mad about it calling it a cop out, which is why we now do no gifts. When I think about it a nice little surprise of a flower or card or panda express really is a nice break from real life.</div><br /><div align="center">3. I wrote multiple times about the Utah Jazz and how awesome they are. Now that I have written down how much I like them I guess I have to continue to like them even when they are miserable. I defiantly don't want to be a fare weather fan ( if that's what's called). Plus the only LA appearl allowed in our house is Dodger stuff.</div><br /><div align="center">4. Seriously Milk Chocolate chips, i loved them almost as much as i love Finn. Being pregnant really ruined my chocolate fever and I don't eat them nearly as much. Maybe because pregnancy ruined my body along with my chocolate obsession, once i get one back I may get the other back.</div><br /><div align="center">5. How I love the sounds of the metro in DC and hate the noise on the traxs, they should really get that checked out.</div><br /><div align="center">6. Oh how I used to love American Idol and would post about it almost every week.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">The things I used to write about and how unimportant some of them are, yet how interesting it is to talk about. So know that you have a recap on the last couple years lets talk about something that is driving me crazy. Men, not all, are idiots. Tiger and Arnold have you seen your wives? Have you seen the hussies you have cheated with? They literally can't get uglier than that. How is it that men are so stupid sometimes? It's like Julia Roberts said, when you're creme brulee sometimes men just want jello and creme brulee can never be jello. </div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2162266679897755702011-05-19T13:32:00.003-06:002011-05-19T13:36:46.960-06:00Looky LookyAfter 4 days of misery over Easter Findley Jon got his teeth and he couldn't be any cuter!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqcKkJ1sd94/TdVw8DB-wqI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VBwuKylTwDk/s1600/IMG_6308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513087867896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqcKkJ1sd94/TdVw8DB-wqI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VBwuKylTwDk/s320/IMG_6308.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcBzW7Now4/TdVw7s0p0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mQXFV9xRafc/s1600/IMG_6297.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513081906418194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcBzW7Now4/TdVw7s0p0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mQXFV9xRafc/s320/IMG_6297.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-24213317465267721242011-05-18T15:36:00.005-06:002011-05-18T16:08:40.082-06:00More Adventures<p>It had been a whole month since our last vacation, so as you may or may not know Joe that meant it was time for another. We went down to California to visit my fam and to go to San Diego. This time we flew which was amazing. I don't think i can drive again. It was quick and painless and Finn was an angel. We played a ton while we were there. We went on our first real kid less date with Josh and Court to Santa Monica. Though I have a hard time leaving Finn, it was much needed to spend time with my hubby again. We spent 3 days in San Diego with perfect weather. He went to Sea World, played at the beach and ate lots a Mexican food. I never thought I'd admit to something being better in Utah, but I have to. Though San Diego should have the best Mexican food since it's all Mexicans I have to say I have had better in Utah. In fact I don't think anything could beat Red Iguana and my business tacos I get there. Joe wanted to keep eating Mexican because it should be good but I was over it and missing my Red Iguana. There I said it Utah has finally out done California in 1 thing and 1 thing only ( I'm not happy about saying that:)) Anyways Finn saw animals, played at the beach and rode in a big boy stroller all week and he couldn't have been happier. He loves being outside. As soon as he gets fussy we take him outside and it shuts that cute little mouth right up. We love our vacations but it is always nice being back home. </p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">This is where Finn hung out mostly at the beach. He loved sucking on this fruit. Unfortunately while we put everything away Finn decided to face plant in the sand. No picture because he were in a hurry a to get off his face. Sand in his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. He was sneezing out sand the rest of the day.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbUynQLV84/TdQ_z_gn7YI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DnIccsUFgjA/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608177598437256578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbUynQLV84/TdQ_z_gn7YI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DnIccsUFgjA/s320/IMG_6239.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Joe is obsessed with Magic Mountain and went twice while we were there( and yes he paid for both times with a season pass he bought). Finn on the other hand did not like the loud roller coasters.</p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VB7FwbG-HY/TdQ88nIzMQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lYlz1MXC5w/s1600/IMG_6268.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174447978819842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VB7FwbG-HY/TdQ88nIzMQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lYlz1MXC5w/s320/IMG_6268.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br />Finn's first time feeling the nice cold pacific ocean.</p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL8HEZgaxRM/TdQ88PhmGXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/zB_xgcjoPB4/s1600/IMG_6253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174441640368498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL8HEZgaxRM/TdQ88PhmGXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/zB_xgcjoPB4/s320/IMG_6253.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />I know it looks like Finn is sleeping and that's because he is. He was just so excited to see Shamu he wore himself out.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl2J6MUnFD4/TdQ8fn2ObtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/atrjaEDtdY8/s1600/IMG_6176.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173949953142482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl2J6MUnFD4/TdQ8fn2ObtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/atrjaEDtdY8/s320/IMG_6176.JPG" /></a><br />Tank foot and Jr. tank foot with the polar Bear's tank foot.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxuI_iA8Bk/TdQ8fHqRoTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wYP2Ypf6FYM/s1600/IMG_6147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173941313085746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxuI_iA8Bk/TdQ8fHqRoTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wYP2Ypf6FYM/s320/IMG_6147.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Our first stop in Sea World was the pet show and Finn couldn't be happier. It looks like he has buck teeth but that's just his tongue that is always sticking out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIxNZzygR7c/TdQ8e3CzUtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oKTGK777eH4/s1600/IMG_6132.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173936852554450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIxNZzygR7c/TdQ8e3CzUtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oKTGK777eH4/s320/IMG_6132.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Just talking to each other while hanging out in Old Town San Diego.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cajAL4-6Byo/TdQ8elWboAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QAJ8r4rdgKw/s1600/IMG_6110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173932103049218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cajAL4-6Byo/TdQ8elWboAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QAJ8r4rdgKw/s320/IMG_6110.JPG" /></a> Once again Finn fell asleep because of all the excitement. This time it was in a nice warm spa.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHQnQE3cKu8/TdQ8eWCJJBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/bNkFQ3R5CHo/s1600/IMG_6098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173927991419922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHQnQE3cKu8/TdQ8eWCJJBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/bNkFQ3R5CHo/s320/IMG_6098.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-85067623604086693652011-05-18T15:26:00.004-06:002011-05-18T15:36:32.905-06:00Like Father Like SonThis is not a joke or planned. I tried getting pictures of Joe and Finn and seriously the pulled the same faces. Really son you already look like your dad do you guys have to pull the same faces in pictures too. I can already tell taking family pictures for the rest of my life isn't going to be easy. I already had a husband who never took pictures serious, now I have a son too. I still love you though!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEjzH0nz1ig/TdQ6VtNmGVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s1xSe8h9TGA/s1600/IMG_6085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171580571392338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEjzH0nz1ig/TdQ6VtNmGVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s1xSe8h9TGA/s320/IMG_6085.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlWSyu14ak/TdQ6VDumLZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FrSIK2lIwmg/s1600/IMG_6084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171569435520402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlWSyu14ak/TdQ6VDumLZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FrSIK2lIwmg/s320/IMG_6084.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTAnvSZuNuQ/TdQ6UrLVbTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YVC9pSls594/s1600/IMG_6083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171562845170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTAnvSZuNuQ/TdQ6UrLVbTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YVC9pSls594/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4024695152226710602011-04-22T12:55:00.003-06:002011-04-22T13:09:58.679-06:00How do you know?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6JEVsoESLM/TbHPyDMT7TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6YX2FVfezFw/s1600/Picture%2B097.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598484270555589938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6JEVsoESLM/TbHPyDMT7TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6YX2FVfezFw/s320/Picture%2B097.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Joe lost to me in March Madness and by lost I mean I smoked him real bad, he had to not play sports for a week. It was a really good bet to win. So since he was home more than usual at night this week we watched a couple of movies. One movie we watched was How do you know, which we thought was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">really</span> cute. It totally made Joe and I think of dating. We of course didn't say anything until after the movie but we both thought it. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reminisced</span> on times when we would get excited when we were getting a phone call from the other one. I told him how I would of course always have my phone with me but would let it ring a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couple</span> of times before answering. it was always kinda exciting not knowing what the other one was thinking. I didn't think it was much fun not knowing if he ever wanted to get married, since we never talked about it until Joe said " well you marry me." Joe however thought that was fun. Dating was fun and exciting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">always</span> getting the butterflies when the phone rang or waiting for that good night kiss, but I love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">marriage</span> way more. Joe said he wasn't going to say anything after the movie because I would make a deal about him liking dating more than <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">marriage</span>, which I did, but knowing that Joe knows me that well makes me love him even more. Yeah dating was so fun but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">marriage</span> and babies is so much more.</div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-13198467793565551842011-04-20T16:24:00.003-06:002011-04-20T16:30:48.544-06:00Never Grow UpWhile I was nannying today the girls love Taylor Swift and played this song. I was holding Finn and literally started tearing up. He just laid there on my shoulder while I listened. He never just lays so he must have known I was having a moment. I love every word and don't want my little Finn to ever grow up. Maybe we'll find Never Never Land and be happy forever. If he never grows up then he'll always need me and never be embarrassed of me and love me forever. Please stay little forever Findley Jon. I love you<br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">* P.S. this isn't the music video, there isn't one. Its just a song I now love.</div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDbFxAtNNnU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1261281820735335852011-04-12T17:37:00.009-06:002011-04-12T17:52:32.116-06:006 monthsGuess who got their 6 month pictures! Here is a little preview of our handsome little man. I love them even though Finn was tired and it was bright he still looks so handsome. Thank You Emilie for always taking the best pictures. We love you Finners! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCOpu5wqEA0/TaTkxqqHr3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/xdDQ3DrQQhE/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2197.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594848179016675186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCOpu5wqEA0/TaTkxqqHr3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/xdDQ3DrQQhE/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2197.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UDdOETRlAc/TaTkj9h-KHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_wWjrvG6580/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847943564601458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UDdOETRlAc/TaTkj9h-KHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_wWjrvG6580/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2016.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLme-aPPOM/TaTkY9unD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/j6K2ma6FkWk/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847754639052786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLme-aPPOM/TaTkY9unD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/j6K2ma6FkWk/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2002.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USqoZXV_jh4/TaTkSKaq01I/AAAAAAAAAyg/UYajMenUe2k/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1987.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847637785989970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USqoZXV_jh4/TaTkSKaq01I/AAAAAAAAAyg/UYajMenUe2k/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1987.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-t1yo3bTk/TaTkL3wlIoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/DMYhN4WpssI/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1973.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847529698402946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-t1yo3bTk/TaTkL3wlIoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/DMYhN4WpssI/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1973.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0wIRrHQjU/TaTkFh4VQtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zd-D8wJNBYI/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1928.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847420746121938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0wIRrHQjU/TaTkFh4VQtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zd-D8wJNBYI/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1928.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaCj92IXSQ/TaTj8oC6aHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1p4_ckwfcbs/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1896.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847267782289522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaCj92IXSQ/TaTj8oC6aHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1p4_ckwfcbs/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1896.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>The Coccimiglioshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721noreply@blogger.com5