Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Weekend events
We had random firsts this weekend. We got caught at the park in the rain storm. No I did not stand in the rain and take pictures. Hopefully he won't be too traumatized to go back. We got professional pics taken on Saturday. They offered a free 8X10 and I was suckered in to buy the rest of the poses. We also have been working on a phonics CD. You can view it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK9VPtz3EHQ on you tube. It's kind of catchy. G3 was able to stand holding on to the couch. Maybe walking will happen soon.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I need sleep
G3 is working on two more top teeth. He will have a total of 8 teeth by his 9 month mark for those keeping count at home. I made it off good in the beginning. No colic. Sleeping through the night. Excellent latch. All those mother's who gave me dirty looks and muddled curses under their breaths have finally gotten their way. I am paying my dues with baby teeth. They only get 20 right?
Send help!
Send help!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The circle of life
So, we took G3 to the park again. Last time we were at the park we saw 6 ducklings. Today there were only three. It was very sad. I mentioned this to the husband. A father standing by said that he noticed the ducklings disappearing over the weekend. His little boy asked what happened to the ducks? The grim reaper said, " They were probably eaten by an animal. That is the circle of life." Let's just tell all the kids about the circle of life, that there is no Easter Bunny and Santa Claus is a big lie.
In other news g3 is getting 2 more bottom teeth.
In other news g3 is getting 2 more bottom teeth.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Mental note for later
Lessons in life.....
Never make your medical power of attorney your financial power of attorney.
That's all.
Carry on.
Management...
Never make your medical power of attorney your financial power of attorney.
That's all.
Carry on.
Management...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Everybody was kung fu fighting....
Okay .. they weren't using kung fu..... I couldn't wait to visit my family with the baby. I have such great childhood memories of growing up with my aunts and uncles. Summers with my grandparents. Playing with my cousins... You would think the only difference now is that we are older....
When you return home you return to the childhood in your heart. This is beyond the present of your being. This is where those memories live. The sensations that you remember can make you dizzy and excited. You feel a sense of peace. But after my visit, I think was it real... Did we really all get along during those visits? Were the Holiday's really magical? Did we have family traditions that I loved and longed for every year? The sense of comfort that comes from predictability is unbeatable. That Uncle Mark would say grace. Uncle Danny would be drinking the dew at 8:00 am. Aunt Carol would sneak Grandma's fudge. Aunt Susie and I could swap secrets. Grandma and Grandpa would say I was the favorite. The cousins would all play together. Football, Basketball. We would all go bowling. We would all play cards. We would all over eat.
This last visit was completely different. We had to plan our trip around each family member's schedule. Some people won't talk to others. So instead of having a wonderful family visit. We had short choppy visits to accommodate everyone. There was tension. There was family gossip. Not the good gossip. Like I spiked the eggnog or grandma's new hair color has a tint of purple. Like hurtful gossip about each other. That experience was not magical... I wish we could go back to the time we all got along... I wish this for myself and my cousins. I want our children to have these memories... I wish blood was thicker than water... I wish we could call a truce... We could forgive... We could love each other... accept each other... welcome each other... open our homes... open our hearts...open our minds...
That was the message I got growing up... That is what the adults conveyed. Have we gone away from our values?
Well, I have not. I will continue the traditions with my family... if the rest of the family wants to tag... all are welcome... and I mean all... at the same time...I welcome fudge stealing, mountain dew drinking, card cheating... bowling...over eating... anytime
When you return home you return to the childhood in your heart. This is beyond the present of your being. This is where those memories live. The sensations that you remember can make you dizzy and excited. You feel a sense of peace. But after my visit, I think was it real... Did we really all get along during those visits? Were the Holiday's really magical? Did we have family traditions that I loved and longed for every year? The sense of comfort that comes from predictability is unbeatable. That Uncle Mark would say grace. Uncle Danny would be drinking the dew at 8:00 am. Aunt Carol would sneak Grandma's fudge. Aunt Susie and I could swap secrets. Grandma and Grandpa would say I was the favorite. The cousins would all play together. Football, Basketball. We would all go bowling. We would all play cards. We would all over eat.
This last visit was completely different. We had to plan our trip around each family member's schedule. Some people won't talk to others. So instead of having a wonderful family visit. We had short choppy visits to accommodate everyone. There was tension. There was family gossip. Not the good gossip. Like I spiked the eggnog or grandma's new hair color has a tint of purple. Like hurtful gossip about each other. That experience was not magical... I wish we could go back to the time we all got along... I wish this for myself and my cousins. I want our children to have these memories... I wish blood was thicker than water... I wish we could call a truce... We could forgive... We could love each other... accept each other... welcome each other... open our homes... open our hearts...open our minds...
That was the message I got growing up... That is what the adults conveyed. Have we gone away from our values?
Well, I have not. I will continue the traditions with my family... if the rest of the family wants to tag... all are welcome... and I mean all... at the same time...I welcome fudge stealing, mountain dew drinking, card cheating... bowling...over eating... anytime
More photos!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sweet Home Indiana!
Warning picture overload. We took are first road trip to Indiana. G3 was able to meet all my family from Indy.
First pit stop. We made it to Indiana. There were signs hanging everywhere reminding you to wash your hands to avoid the Swine flu.
First pit stop. We made it to Indiana. There were signs hanging everywhere reminding you to wash your hands to avoid the Swine flu.
We had to refuel at McDonald's. G3 enjoyed the move able highchair and the outdoor playground.
Down the slide. Weeee!
G3 got to meet his great grandmother for the first time. I have many stories to tell him about my summers at Gram cracker's house. We all went to dinner at Richards Restaurant. I can remember many Friday dinners there with Grandma and Grandpa. I always got dessert.
G3 with Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Ryan.
G3 and Aunt Carol!
G3 with his second cousins, Brittany and Alyssa. Don't tell Aunt Carol we sat on her counter.
G3 and Aunt Susie. They played and read books together. They both wrinkle their nose when they laugh.
First morning in the hotel. We were all still tired.
This is the bed where G3 was suppose to sleep.
Down the slide. Weeee!
G3 got to meet his great grandmother for the first time. I have many stories to tell him about my summers at Gram cracker's house. We all went to dinner at Richards Restaurant. I can remember many Friday dinners there with Grandma and Grandpa. I always got dessert.
G3 with Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Ryan.
G3 and Aunt Carol!
G3 with his second cousins, Brittany and Alyssa. Don't tell Aunt Carol we sat on her counter.
G3 and Aunt Susie. They played and read books together. They both wrinkle their nose when they laugh.
First morning in the hotel. We were all still tired.
This is the bed where G3 was suppose to sleep.
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