tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22184656435166317972024-02-02T00:14:32.431-08:00Anecdotes of the AhMu FamilyAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-6900251500525350512015-01-26T12:19:00.000-08:002015-01-26T12:20:16.127-08:00Little Miss<div>
I thought I would share some of this little girl's cuteness from the past two weeks. :) Katie's vocabulary is growing so fast. One day when I went to take her picture, she said "Cheese!" and made a face. Ollie and I don't ask her to say cheese, so I am not sure where she learned it, haha. She has been saying a lot of new words. Katie says guys, please, thanks, and has recently learned the sound that a sheep makes. She is working on what a duck says (she loves her rubber duckies and her stuffed animal duckie from Easter last year), but it often comes out more like a tiger. She LOVES the show Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, which is based off of the show Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. She is always so excited to watch it in the morning. She has also been wanting to bring her purse whenever we "go" somewhere now. If I say "Katie, do you want to go?" She says "Go!" Then, she brings me her shoes, socks, and coat. :) </div>
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Katie came with us to go wedding dress shopping for my cousin's fiance, who is a friend of mine. Katie soon noticed the girl standing on the pedestal got a lot of attention. :) She wanted to join in the fun!</div>
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After Jenny said "yes to the dress," we went back to my cousin's apartment to play some video games. Katie was chased by my cousin and loved it!</div>
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Here is Katie ready to "go" run some errands with her purse in tow. This was the first day she did this, and the first time she said "Cheese!" for the camera. :)</div>
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We are moving to Orem in a few weeks! Ollie applied for a part-time live-in maintenance job at an apartment complex, and he got the job! (No worries, he will still be working at RC Willey.) The money that he earns goes straight to paying for our rent, which is awesome! Another surprise is that he knows the Apartment Managers- the husband is the older brother of Ollie's best friend from St. Louis. We will be living right next door to them. The apartment has two bedrooms, a private utility room with washer and dryer hookups, and it will have a dishwasher. (Also awesome, Ollie was able to get a really good deal on a new dryer, and he found a free washer in great shape!) The RC Willey stores in Provo and Orem are closing and being replaced with a new store in Orem, so living in Orem just makes sense.<br />
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If we do a good job, we will have the opportunity to become the Apartment Managers next summer when the other couple moves out-of-state for schooling. Then, we would have free rent, and we would be paid on top of that for the work that we would do. This would allow me to stay at home to take care of Katie and help earn some money for our little family.<br />
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We are really excited for this new opportunity, and it is a real blessing in our lives. It fits perfectly in with our future plans. Heavenly Father really does know what we need.Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-36442390168016065892014-05-21T22:49:00.000-07:002014-05-21T22:49:31.890-07:00Mama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Katie just started saying mama yesterday, and it melts my heart every time that I hear it. Yesterday, it was only when she was upset and wanted me. But today, she said it just because she wanted to see me, and she army crawled right on over. She is such a sweet little girl, and her little personality is really starting to shine through. She has such a happy and friendly disposition (most of the time), and she is learning new things every day. Ollie and I are pretty lucky to have this precious little girl in our lives!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-14511418358332474542014-05-20T22:55:00.000-07:002014-05-21T22:56:28.713-07:00Align<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ollie noticed that Katie was trying to point with her pointer finger. To encourage this, he started saying "Align," trying to get her to put her finger to his finger. She has been doing this for the past several days, and it is so cute! She gets really excited whenever she does it, and we clap for her.<br />
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She is also starting to try to wave whenever we say "Hi." She is still figuring it out, but Katie will probably have it mastered soon.<br />
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Katie is still army crawling, but she gets up on all fours more frequently, so traditional crawling could start happening any day. Let me tell you though, she can really move with those little arms of hers, and her favorite place to explore....the kitchen. Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-31371890739559082162014-05-16T23:20:00.000-07:002014-05-21T23:21:05.591-07:00Family WalkWe decided to go on a little family walk this evening along the Provo River. I got Katie all ready for the walk, complete with a sunhat and shades. Katie and I watched Ollie as he fished. He is becoming quite the fisherman, having already caught a few fish this season. Even though I am not a big fish fan, I am proud of him. And if we are ever in survival mode, I know Ollie can catch us some fish. (If I was starving, I would suffer through the texture and smell.) Anyway, here is little miss Katie! I cannot believe she is 7 months old!<br />
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<br />Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-36336065717660474442014-02-28T14:52:00.001-08:002014-02-28T14:53:33.016-08:00dadadadadadadada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-53448223306573606682014-02-12T19:28:00.000-08:002014-02-15T13:14:40.265-08:00Teething<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oliver and I are pretty sure that Katie has started teething. On the verge of being just four months old, she is an early teether. I feel so sorry for her. She has been running a fever and has been quite grumpy. The worst part is that when she is the most upset, she will not use a teething ring, a cold washcloth, or one of her parents' fingers. Her silapap drops are her only friend at this time, except the fact that she hates the stuff (her parents also hate cherry flavored medicine). </div>
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In addition to teething woes, I am hopefully getting over an infection in my lungs that caused an awful thing called Pleurisy. This is when the lining of your lungs becomes inflamed, causing horrible chest pain, similar to if you were having a heart attack. The pain has been less common and less painful lately, which is a blessing. But now, Oliver and I seem to have caught some other bug. Lucky us... But to cheer everyone in our home up, we bought Katie a jumper/activity center/walker, that she loves. This has led to some big smiles. Oliver and I also have the goal of making her laugh, but we have only succeeded a few times. We hope to get her laughing more often soon. She has quite the cute little giggle. :)</div>
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Oliver picked me up after work, and he said he had a
surprise for me. He also told me that he almost decided to blindfold me with
his tie, but he decided against it in the end. We went to eat at Diego’s, where
they got the order wrong. Oliver tried to pay for the mistake, but they would
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Then, Oliver took me to the surprise part of the date.
He took me to the football stadium parking lot and asked me if I was ready to
drive stick. I had told him before that I could not drive one, and that I
wanted to learn (his GTI had a manual transmission). I was not perfect at it,
but I did not do a horrible job either; I only killed it like three or four
times. Oliver was really reassuring and helpful about the whole thing. He said
that I was doing better than anyone else he had taught before, and I wanted to
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We went back to my apartment. He told me that he had
realized that morning one of the reasons that he liked me, that I made him want
to be a better person; a sentiment which I returned. Then, he came in, and we
watched the end of <i>Hercules</i> with my
roommates, Liz and Sarah. After that, we watched the first half of <i>Despicable Me</i>, which was really cute. But
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That night, Oliver came over. I made toffee bars and Parmesan
pasta. We ate dinner together. Then, we went to my other brother’s house for
Oliver to meet Jason and Heather. Everything went well, including Oliver being told a few embarrassing
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Skype that night so we went to my apartment and Skyped his family. I got to
know them a bit; it was weird to meet someone for the first time virtually. Oliver
and I talked afterwards. He said he was so lucky. He told me how impressed he
was with my prayer the day before and how I meditated afterwards. Oliver said
that he struggled to do that, and not everyone does that. He told me that I was
wonderful, and that I didn’t even have to go on a mission. Oliver said I was
great already. To this praise, I blushed, because I know I have a long way to
go. We also spoke about meeting each other’s family and that we did great. I
spoke to him about coming home to meet my whole family, and how excited I was
for that. That night, Oliver requested to announce our relationship on Facebook.
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hamburgers with his apartment and some other friends. On the way there, his
parents were really excited to meet me, but then they decided because of the
price and timing, that we should wait to go to Missouri together. While making
hamburgers, Oliver told me about his conversation with his dad about me and our
relationship. His dad had asked Oliver what he liked about me, and they
discussed what he should be looking for. After eating, we went to the BYU
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Before we headed back to my apartment, we had talked
about a decision together. We decided to pray for guidance on what to do, and
we made a decision based on the answer we received. We asked each other about
goals and we decided on ways to improve our relationship in order to meet those
goals. We decided to do more study dates, study the scriptures together, make
time to talk about important topics, etc. That night, Oliver told me that I was
wonderful and at that point, he thought that I was the one he was to spend his
life with. We discussed how quickly things were going and how weird it was,
that it felt right. We discussed how he had asked Heavenly Father if I was the
one, and he received the answer to wait two or three months and ask again to
receive an answer when he was ready for it. He also mentioned that he would
like to go ring shopping at some point to get an idea of what I liked. We found
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Oliver had asked me to his ward’s dance, where
everyone was supposed to dress up as couples. We decided to dress up as Al and
Mae Capone and got our costumes ready. Oliver came to pick me up and waited
for me to finish getting ready. We took some photos and headed off for the
dance. I told him that he looked handsome, and he told me that I looked really
beautiful. Everyone said how “legit” we looked. While at the event, we ate
dinner and danced. Once, while taking a break, he asked me if I would want to
meet his parents. He said that he would like me to fly home with him for
Christmas to meet them, and then he agreed to come home for Thanksgiving with
me. We were both pretty excited. Then, we danced some more and cleaned up after
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movie with our group before it was midnight. I was in a dress so Oliver offered
to let me change into some of his clothes to be more comfortable (which when I
got home, I realized his clothes smelled like him). When we got back to my
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-28911126702081092042011-11-14T23:55:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:24:41.504-08:00Those Three Little Words...<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
I found a note on my bed when I got home from Oliver
that was really sweet, signed “Love Oliver.”
I wrote him a note in Tagalog in reply with the English translation
inside (just in case Google Translate did not do its job). We went grocery
shopping, and I was touched when he asked my opinion on a few things like what
kind of body wash to get. We went back to my apartment. He held my hand across
the table while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My roommate,
Melissa, came and put her hand on ours and said “Oh tender” (a common phrase in
our apartment). While Oliver was leaving, he said that he loved my hair. Then,
we said those three little words to each other, and he gave me a kiss
goodnight. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-25404337099730789592011-11-13T23:54:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:26:30.054-08:00Meet the AhMus<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
My brother’s car would not start, so Oliver said he
would come pick me up. We talked with my sister-in-law and the rest of
Brandon’s family. On the way home, we talked about dating, marriage, family,
teaching, etc. We discussed our family members, close and extended. Oliver
invited me to go to a family event with him. We went back to my apartment so I
could change. Then, we went to his Uncle Joseph and Aunt Cindy’s house. I met
them and their children: Sam, Jacob, Noah, Adam, and Brita. Sam was being
ordained as an elder. We also met Oliver’s cousin, Carly, who had lived with
Oliver’s family for a while. It was great to meet some of his family,
especially to see how close they all were.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-61504136884500687472011-11-11T23:51:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:27:17.997-08:00Maybe.<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span> I was supposed to spend the weekend at my brother’s
apartment in Salt Lake City. Oliver offered to drive me there, and my brother
was going to drive me home. Oliver picked me up around 5:30pm to go to SLC, but
we were going to go to the South Jordan Temple first. Jordan also had asked us
to do a favor for him, so our first stop was at his parent’s house to pick some
stuff up for him. Then, we went to the Jordan River Temple. It was beautiful; I
loved the pretty stained glass windows. I was able to be confirmed and baptized
by Oliver. On the second confirmation, Oliver forgot my last name. I said, “You
lost my name, huh?” He replied, “I
didn’t lose it; I just misplaced it for a minute?”<br />
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">We had a great time at the temple, and we sat and
talked in the car afterwards about our experience. He told me that he really
really likes me, and that he had a great time that night. He then told me that
he thought I was so cute from the first time we played volleyball, even calling
me the prettiest girl on the volleyball court. Then, he said that I got hit in
the eye, but I was still pretty. He kissed my hand, and asked if I wanted to
get something to eat.</span></div>
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We went to Wendy’s, my favorite place, and he could
not believe when the total cost was just three dollars. Oliver again asked if
we were dating. To which, I responded, “Maybe.”
He kept eating his food, seeming disappointed. I laughed, and said told
him that in Ashley speak, that means “yes.”
He got really excited, and his face lit up. He told me if we made it
past December, his parents were going to want to meet me, and that his dad
would say to get her a ticket and fly her out there (there being Missouri). Oliver
then dropped me off at my brother’s apartment, met and talked with Brandon, and
gave me a kiss goodbye.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-66884328985952253402011-11-09T23:50:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:28:11.259-08:00Jealous?<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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Oliver surprised me by dropping off Frosties, and I
helped him memorize scriptures. When he left, he told me he had a date with
another girl the next night. Later on, he told me that he did not want to go,
but some family and friends had told him to make me jealous by going on a date
with someone else. It did not make me jealous, and he told me that he did not
have a good time; he just wanted to be with me.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-49804552833536526032011-11-08T23:49:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:28:24.718-08:00Beauty and the Beast<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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We watched <i>Beauty
and the Beast</i>, one of my favorite Disney movies, and we had a great time
talking.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-10864716537271706352011-11-06T23:47:00.000-08:002014-02-15T17:28:39.192-08:00A Gentleman<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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Oliver and I went to the CES Fireside together where
President Packer spoke. On the way home, he draped his suit coat across my legs
on the ride home to keep me warm. I had been noticing that he always acted like
a gentleman with those little things, which was important to me. Outside my
apartment door, he asked me again, “Are we dating?” I told him that I still was not quite ready
(just two days after he had asked me the first time). We said good night, and
he left.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-52073413461060393982011-11-04T23:46:00.000-07:002014-02-15T17:31:06.682-08:00Dating?<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
Oliver picked me up from work to let me go home and
change for our date. He took me to eat at Village Inn. There he asked me if we
were dating. I had just gotten out of a relationship a few weeks before that so
I told him that I was tentative about starting a new relationship so soon. I
told him that I wanted to take it slow and date other people too for a while
and that I had a date with someone else the next night. He said that was okay
and that he liked me. He asked my opinion about marriage and relationships. Then,
he asked if I thought we could be dating in the future. I told him it was a
possibility. We went to Auto Zone to get something for his car; he loves cars
(a fact I realizing more and more each day). <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then we rented <i>Rango</i>
from Red Box at Macey’s and went to his apartment complex. While waiting for
our double date, we went to visit Kristalyn, my co-worker who also lives at
Stadium Terrace. Then we joked around with Chris and Dolly. Our activity was
“watching” <i>Rango</i> while fingerpainting.
Not much watching was going on; we had too much fun fingerprinting, because you
painted the picture with the other person’s hand. After painting several
pictures, we watched the last few minutes of <i>Rango</i> while holding hands. He took me home, told me I was awesome
and that he liked me, and he gave me a hug and kiss goodnight.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-49986504545996619082011-11-02T23:44:00.000-07:002014-02-15T17:31:17.348-08:00Frosty for a Black Eye<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
I had an intramural ultimate Frisbee game. Oliver said
he wished he could go, but he had work. We were playing a tough team. During
the game, I guy chucked the Frisbee hard and fast without looking, hitting me
who was three feet in front of him, right in the eye. It began to swell
immediately. I said that I was okay and kept playing. The play right after he
hit me, I made a goal. My eye was starting to hurt, so I took myself out. My
teammates told me that it was already swollen and bruised purple. I just
watched the last few minutes of the game. We ended up losing 9 to 12, but the
other team was really good, so we felt we still played well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My friends, Kendall Thacker, Todd Nelson, and Megan
Chipman stopped by my apartment after the game to give me a certificate for
making Goliath look like a wimp. After that, Oliver came to see me, because I
told him about my eye. He brought me a frosty and some food from my favorite
fast food restaurant to make me feel better.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-49135166687191632502011-11-01T23:33:00.000-07:002014-02-15T12:24:16.709-08:00Last Supper, First KissThis was the “Last Supper” for Elise. She was leaving on her mission and had asked a group of friends to come see her off with one last hurrah. Oliver and I were both invited, so he asked me to go with him. The dinner was at Guru’s. We arrived early and talked.<br />
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Once everyone got there, we ordered our food and enjoyed spending time with Elise and friends. We got a picture with Elise before we left the party. She was really excited that we were going on dates together, because we had met because of her. After we left, we went on a short walk and talked. Oliver took my hand again. He drove me home, and on my porch, he was acting a little bit nervous. I knew what was coming. He asked to kiss me, and I said yes. Later, I found out that he could not stop smiling afterwards, nor could I.Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218465643516631797.post-9465211989977597892011-10-28T13:30:00.000-07:002013-09-20T13:31:50.551-07:00Jimmy Johns On A Cold BenchThat night, Oliver picked me up and suggested I bring a coat because it was cold. He drove me to the duck pond, and we sat on a bench and talked. He was right; it was cold! Oliver pulled the “Are your hands cold?” line, and he held my hand again. We had a really good discussion, and then he told me that he had ordered Jimmy Johns sandwiches to be delivered to us. We waited, and we waited. No one came. Finally, Jordan called to ask where we were. The delivery lady could not find us and was asking where we were. Jordan told her as Oliver, I am on the other side of the duck pond, sitting on a bench. We finally got our dinner and began to eat. I had never had Jimmy Johns before; their sandwiches are pretty good. I was surprised at this creative date idea.Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109202817588561706noreply@blogger.com0