tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50157910115398440592024-03-13T20:19:07.673-06:00Putnam Family UpdatesJeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-33466428817007255622011-06-12T17:58:00.001-06:002011-06-12T17:59:20.995-06:00Random Pictures-AprilApril 2011 Christian was 3 1/2 yrs and Grayson was 10 months<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqApNw0adDU/TfVOcuBdlfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/bN7pdXZI-X0/s1600/IMAG1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqApNw0adDU/TfVOcuBdlfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/bN7pdXZI-X0/s320/IMAG1229.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merlin (our cat) trying to open the front door.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oa3I1bsxK04/TfVOeZPibZI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Jap_lKeJ4Pk/s1600/IMAG1230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oa3I1bsxK04/TfVOeZPibZI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Jap_lKeJ4Pk/s320/IMAG1230.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Success!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lt9C6dRfGUg/TfVOgm4ZUBI/AAAAAAAAA9w/zaCvd1Cdt-4/s1600/IMAG1231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lt9C6dRfGUg/TfVOgm4ZUBI/AAAAAAAAA9w/zaCvd1Cdt-4/s320/IMAG1231.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian decorated a window for Easter.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kpuOJnjH2Y/TfVO2CaNTdI/AAAAAAAAA90/y3VtVTTX-KE/s1600/IMAG1236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kpuOJnjH2Y/TfVO2CaNTdI/AAAAAAAAA90/y3VtVTTX-KE/s320/IMAG1236.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barnes & Noble</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovvpyD2wqFI/TfVO3ZJy5MI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y3Ft4o4a-Hc/s1600/IMAG1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovvpyD2wqFI/TfVO3ZJy5MI/AAAAAAAAA94/Y3Ft4o4a-Hc/s320/IMAG1240.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54xMVlENlzU/TfVO40nKDvI/AAAAAAAAA98/FeXyV_wtiE8/s1600/IMAG1243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54xMVlENlzU/TfVO40nKDvI/AAAAAAAAA98/FeXyV_wtiE8/s320/IMAG1243.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4ZNJrZ_xI0/TfVPPeCkf3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/0RUdgWl4zOw/s1600/IMAG1253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4ZNJrZ_xI0/TfVPPeCkf3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/0RUdgWl4zOw/s320/IMAG1253.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Attempting to get some yogurt in his mouth.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qzYh2MgJV4/TfVPkDkx8bI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ur3xOm8xpMQ/s1600/IMAG1402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qzYh2MgJV4/TfVPkDkx8bI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ur3xOm8xpMQ/s320/IMAG1402.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Helping" me fold the diapers.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrA4HFzDXjg/TfVPlqurooI/AAAAAAAAA-I/npTW2A4YlcA/s1600/IMAG1430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrA4HFzDXjg/TfVPlqurooI/AAAAAAAAA-I/npTW2A4YlcA/s320/IMAG1430.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He can't resist these sandals.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-See3zgqwYhY/TfVPyNEF-ZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kWmb0qpQFJ8/s1600/IMAG1487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-See3zgqwYhY/TfVPyNEF-ZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kWmb0qpQFJ8/s320/IMAG1487.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally cut my hair after over a year.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNr6H9lRmnY/TfVP-9HRnOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/e6zLPB3jJKA/s1600/IMAG1492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNr6H9lRmnY/TfVP-9HRnOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/e6zLPB3jJKA/s320/IMAG1492.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dying Easter eggs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90a5lsSIqcQ/TfVQBYQf-WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/c-K9qtHKKVc/s1600/IMAG1495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90a5lsSIqcQ/TfVQBYQf-WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/c-K9qtHKKVc/s320/IMAG1495.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkjbpWlCk8/TfVQC9R4hmI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dBIAQL77Cso/s1600/IMAG1499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkjbpWlCk8/TfVQC9R4hmI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dBIAQL77Cso/s320/IMAG1499.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a fun sculpture</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJDLWTSX6w/TfVQs4ijwNI/AAAAAAAAA-c/7SQEsnKPr4Y/s1600/IMAG1502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGJDLWTSX6w/TfVQs4ijwNI/AAAAAAAAA-c/7SQEsnKPr4Y/s320/IMAG1502.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson loves to destroy!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5U14ljBYkk/TfVQuEjWSyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S3mBtnuBRAI/s1600/IMAG1518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5U14ljBYkk/TfVQuEjWSyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S3mBtnuBRAI/s320/IMAG1518.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peek-a-boo</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAQgCdjQdHo/TfVQvrcT-dI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sJ3SmzvTNJQ/s1600/IMAG1524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAQgCdjQdHo/TfVQvrcT-dI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sJ3SmzvTNJQ/s320/IMAG1524.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to climb in</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQPG3wMn6gQ/TfVQxkwr1uI/AAAAAAAAA-o/n_d9oJZjwo0/s1600/IMAG1537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQPG3wMn6gQ/TfVQxkwr1uI/AAAAAAAAA-o/n_d9oJZjwo0/s320/IMAG1537.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7XtIGVOv9k/TfVQ93iPTwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iyleirbJYCQ/s1600/IMAG1554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7XtIGVOv9k/TfVQ93iPTwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iyleirbJYCQ/s320/IMAG1554.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somehow he always gets stuck under the table</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4RCpYTjMA0/TfVQ_u5_qeI/AAAAAAAAA-w/EiAjgKJ4mOU/s1600/IMAG1557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4RCpYTjMA0/TfVQ_u5_qeI/AAAAAAAAA-w/EiAjgKJ4mOU/s320/IMAG1557.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having a snack outside</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5Wguc4UrvI/TfVRL6FtBrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/VwocmEicAMQ/s1600/IMAG1575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5Wguc4UrvI/TfVRL6FtBrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/VwocmEicAMQ/s320/IMAG1575.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhausted</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1BGgoQDQs4/TfVRW6PjrJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/zhbC-pXjNC0/s1600/IMAG1585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1BGgoQDQs4/TfVRW6PjrJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/zhbC-pXjNC0/s320/IMAG1585.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He found his reflection in the oven door.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-23101748915584021672011-06-12T17:35:00.000-06:002011-06-12T17:35:47.977-06:00Random Pictures-MarchMarch 2011 Christian was 3 1/2 yrs and Grayson was 9 months<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmC5RHdhq6A/TfVLLQSIvQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/kFR9p4yz8Go/s1600/IMAG1112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmC5RHdhq6A/TfVLLQSIvQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/kFR9p4yz8Go/s320/IMAG1112.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look, Mom! I am dead!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsy6KUVgSvs/TfVLZNhG9jI/AAAAAAAAA9I/yUVIWme2xmU/s1600/IMAG1134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsy6KUVgSvs/TfVLZNhG9jI/AAAAAAAAA9I/yUVIWme2xmU/s320/IMAG1134.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is accident prone.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0GhznJ--CY/TfVLfC2cxRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WmEDet7DqOQ/s1600/IMAG1153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0GhznJ--CY/TfVLfC2cxRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WmEDet7DqOQ/s320/IMAG1153.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They sell Blue Bell ice cream in CO now. Yipee!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYNEeodu5eg/TfVLzErBlQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ly2K46605go/s1600/IMAG1172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYNEeodu5eg/TfVLzErBlQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ly2K46605go/s320/IMAG1172.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy reading the boys a bedtime story.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TS6CbN9BNLo/TfVL5gjFkgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5czglgOBKXU/s1600/IMAG1181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TS6CbN9BNLo/TfVL5gjFkgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/5czglgOBKXU/s320/IMAG1181.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson eating bananas (that I peeled and chopped for him because I am a good mom!)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-RFGzf74SM/TfVL_FChMMI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/2qcDwcQuTSo/s1600/IMAG1193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-RFGzf74SM/TfVL_FChMMI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/2qcDwcQuTSo/s320/IMAG1193.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleeping in the car</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNNd9m2AcJM/TfVMFBYrX8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/99sTofECQyc/s1600/IMAG1213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNNd9m2AcJM/TfVMFBYrX8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/99sTofECQyc/s320/IMAG1213.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackpot!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFP8NxfEPyc/TfVMUG7xl6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/dYG422TCocY/s1600/IMAG1219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFP8NxfEPyc/TfVMUG7xl6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/dYG422TCocY/s320/IMAG1219.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's up?</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FQg3NbEdpo/TfVMYVVaw3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/e3n12hMOuiI/s1600/IMAG1222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FQg3NbEdpo/TfVMYVVaw3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/e3n12hMOuiI/s320/IMAG1222.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-83580545171938725272011-06-12T17:21:00.000-06:002011-06-12T17:21:45.149-06:00Random Pictures-FebruaryI've decided to organize my Random Pictures posts so they make a little more sense. So here are some pictures from February 2011. Christian was 3 1/2 yrs and Grayson was 8 months.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q24rnZK5XIA/TfVIcSSWz8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/QnA7y2cu5zQ/s1600/DSCN1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q24rnZK5XIA/TfVIcSSWz8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/QnA7y2cu5zQ/s320/DSCN1428.JPG" width="177" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A really fun marble game we got for Christian.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NslSOyiQv1s/TfVIokmYnmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XkJxvC4vOk0/s1600/IMAG1043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NslSOyiQv1s/TfVIokmYnmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XkJxvC4vOk0/s320/IMAG1043.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Being a Vet at the Denver Children's Museum</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsUj0w1ruos/TfVIqfiontI/AAAAAAAAA8w/dDT5onq1gIk/s1600/IMAG1047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsUj0w1ruos/TfVIqfiontI/AAAAAAAAA8w/dDT5onq1gIk/s320/IMAG1047.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZoLlgO8zi8/TfVIriEfrtI/AAAAAAAAA80/6ey-lKQ21ig/s1600/IMAG1049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZoLlgO8zi8/TfVIriEfrtI/AAAAAAAAA80/6ey-lKQ21ig/s320/IMAG1049.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had so much fun "making appointments" for the Vet.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8YHIEXdlpM/TfVIu3NiJmI/AAAAAAAAA84/cj-IOdknCXM/s1600/IMAG1058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8YHIEXdlpM/TfVIu3NiJmI/AAAAAAAAA84/cj-IOdknCXM/s320/IMAG1058.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave and the boys bought me flowers for Valentine's Day</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZO0q7OwA_w/TfVJCQ86CYI/AAAAAAAAA88/_RQ0e5c91UQ/s1600/IMAG1067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZO0q7OwA_w/TfVJCQ86CYI/AAAAAAAAA88/_RQ0e5c91UQ/s320/IMAG1067.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a happy boy 98% of the time. </td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjEaE5YS_GE/TfVJN3bkx3I/AAAAAAAAA9A/aTa8J0L0O8w/s1600/IMAG1074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjEaE5YS_GE/TfVJN3bkx3I/AAAAAAAAA9A/aTa8J0L0O8w/s320/IMAG1074.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian loves to push Grayson around the house in boxes. And Grayson loves it, too!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-37533848528218046902011-06-12T08:44:00.000-06:002011-06-12T08:44:31.153-06:00Denver ZooThis year we decided to renew our zoo membership. We've been so many times just in the last 2 months it's already paid for itself and then some. We love going there with friends, but one time we actually got to go with Dave. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXM5xehARzw/TfTPa3G16BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/v-CIRLuscCI/s1600/IMAG1285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXM5xehARzw/TfTPa3G16BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/v-CIRLuscCI/s320/IMAG1285.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b6Hejy7qiY/TfTPeozassI/AAAAAAAAA74/hbNaABQAFnM/s1600/IMAG1303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b6Hejy7qiY/TfTPeozassI/AAAAAAAAA74/hbNaABQAFnM/s320/IMAG1303.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QvHdy8s3wg/TfTPgqcMqMI/AAAAAAAAA78/LpTEm6f3Sk8/s1600/IMAG1309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QvHdy8s3wg/TfTPgqcMqMI/AAAAAAAAA78/LpTEm6f3Sk8/s320/IMAG1309.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hv-KXP58J8/TfTPiKWjuqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/bFYit4ONgyY/s1600/IMAG1330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hv-KXP58J8/TfTPiKWjuqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/bFYit4ONgyY/s320/IMAG1330.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4SmugTZcZE/TfTPjE9S0zI/AAAAAAAAA8E/sZOMXRFeY3s/s1600/IMAG1338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4SmugTZcZE/TfTPjE9S0zI/AAAAAAAAA8E/sZOMXRFeY3s/s320/IMAG1338.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q7tx_sYgjM/TfTPl4tlluI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5miPGM_sR-s/s1600/IMAG1343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q7tx_sYgjM/TfTPl4tlluI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5miPGM_sR-s/s320/IMAG1343.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMA_PDLadEs/TfTP31sC5PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/03IUR0WhPoc/s1600/IMAG1299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMA_PDLadEs/TfTP31sC5PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/03IUR0WhPoc/s320/IMAG1299.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbyO_Of6V7I/TfTP4yuyUPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/diKre1XCu6E/s1600/IMAG1331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbyO_Of6V7I/TfTP4yuyUPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/diKre1XCu6E/s320/IMAG1331.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXltOBFAUVE/TfTP6fIJb5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/RJAZTbdbO3c/s1600/IMAG1347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXltOBFAUVE/TfTP6fIJb5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/RJAZTbdbO3c/s320/IMAG1347.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3scZx4cIP0/TfTP7JHHzvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8zBmXIuvgeM/s1600/IMAG1357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3scZx4cIP0/TfTP7JHHzvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8zBmXIuvgeM/s320/IMAG1357.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1nbtdZBB_I/TfTP9fk0uII/AAAAAAAAA8k/C7bq8K8I2_k/s1600/IMAG1367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1nbtdZBB_I/TfTP9fk0uII/AAAAAAAAA8k/C7bq8K8I2_k/s320/IMAG1367.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-48785720589398152252011-06-12T08:31:00.000-06:002011-06-12T08:31:10.830-06:00Playing OutsideOur little condo is about 900 sq ft. It's just little. And with 2 very energetic little boys it seems even smaller. So, for sanity's sake we've been outside just about all day everyday as the weather allows. Enjoy some pictures of the boys playing outside in our beautiful CO weather! You really can't beat the weather here.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ctC4uMbBMo/TfTJjovaMOI/AAAAAAAAA6w/f9ok18hxras/s1600/IMAG1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ctC4uMbBMo/TfTJjovaMOI/AAAAAAAAA6w/f9ok18hxras/s320/IMAG1145.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson's first time on the swings.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiFbpG-1a1c/TfTJmNCJqlI/AAAAAAAAA60/mDZmMa9mh50/s1600/IMAG1146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiFbpG-1a1c/TfTJmNCJqlI/AAAAAAAAA60/mDZmMa9mh50/s320/IMAG1146.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian LOVES sand!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaTk2S7Yo1Q/TfTJoPmZfaI/AAAAAAAAA64/-wpXx58P2VQ/s1600/IMAG1148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaTk2S7Yo1Q/TfTJoPmZfaI/AAAAAAAAA64/-wpXx58P2VQ/s320/IMAG1148.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson is still pretty iffy about it.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYmRQWYSdNI/TfTJqX6RedI/AAAAAAAAA68/IVCV9t5Amw8/s1600/IMAG1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYmRQWYSdNI/TfTJqX6RedI/AAAAAAAAA68/IVCV9t5Amw8/s320/IMAG1150.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjWINdTr7js/TfTKuj-QtdI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rembN42RbGo/s1600/IMAG1476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjWINdTr7js/TfTKuj-QtdI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rembN42RbGo/s320/IMAG1476.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A visitor on Christian's jacket.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOcD_55N8kk/TfTLVZ2BOCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rGSzz13BlrE/s1600/IMAG1438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOcD_55N8kk/TfTLVZ2BOCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/rGSzz13BlrE/s320/IMAG1438.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just hanging out.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUmquQIdRhY/TfTLWZYTOvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/u2z46kOXypU/s1600/IMAG1450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUmquQIdRhY/TfTLWZYTOvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/u2z46kOXypU/s320/IMAG1450.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian's "motorcycle"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqRTc8tIeuk/TfTLakjHhvI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z02-BR-kUn8/s1600/IMAG1456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqRTc8tIeuk/TfTLakjHhvI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z02-BR-kUn8/s320/IMAG1456.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSZ-AI9BV84/TfTLdJCYDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_4Het3H9C7c/s1600/IMAG1471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSZ-AI9BV84/TfTLdJCYDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/_4Het3H9C7c/s320/IMAG1471.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The result of no sunscreen...OOPS!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-povQSOlJfzc/TfTMAaDXZgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CCpU-iFl2Qg/s1600/IMAG1550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-povQSOlJfzc/TfTMAaDXZgI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CCpU-iFl2Qg/s320/IMAG1550.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flying his kite</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a748KySqLoE/TfTMBRy2eyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WGNREff_sts/s1600/IMAG1553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a748KySqLoE/TfTMBRy2eyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WGNREff_sts/s320/IMAG1553.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsroajWy3O8/TfTMO-9Q7zI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85XKYp_Qh2Q/s1600/IMAG1593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsroajWy3O8/TfTMO-9Q7zI/AAAAAAAAA7k/85XKYp_Qh2Q/s320/IMAG1593.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson and his friend Abby at the park.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-18902799540189648842011-06-12T08:05:00.000-06:002011-06-12T08:05:39.950-06:00SoccerI decided that Christian needed an activity that he could burn some energy. Since he loved to kick a ball and run I thought soccer would be a perfect sport to choose. Unfortunately, Christian hated it. It was almost torturous getting him ready each week. We ended up skipping the last couple of weeks. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae0UW0V1vVQ/TfTHaNZBsQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/A73YTT1ko2c/s1600/IMAG1154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae0UW0V1vVQ/TfTHaNZBsQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/A73YTT1ko2c/s320/IMAG1154.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQlT09BK-io/TfTHbtAdJ9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/WIKVFp0b_o8/s1600/IMAG1156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQlT09BK-io/TfTHbtAdJ9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/WIKVFp0b_o8/s320/IMAG1156.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYgM3XzcUfA/TfTHckcCpWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/O78wZSQsf1M/s1600/IMAG1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYgM3XzcUfA/TfTHckcCpWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/O78wZSQsf1M/s320/IMAG1159.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-18152670111096904062011-06-11T20:14:00.001-06:002011-06-12T07:58:12.113-06:00Random Pictures<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyF_5FgVH3Q/TfTFdAPHuxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/zH3L44EcNU0/s1600/IMAG1093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyF_5FgVH3Q/TfTFdAPHuxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/zH3L44EcNU0/s320/IMAG1093.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian helped Grayson have some breakfast.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCjRARAibe0/TfTFfHb-o7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/qESfK4ZjEQo/s1600/IMAG1095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCjRARAibe0/TfTFfHb-o7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/qESfK4ZjEQo/s320/IMAG1095.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The jelly stayed at the top. Christian thought it was awesome.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LysEOQk1XSY/TfQeBF18keI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tBxvEfSf9xY/s1600/DSCN1436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LysEOQk1XSY/TfQeBF18keI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tBxvEfSf9xY/s320/DSCN1436.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian LOVED Aunt Maren's skateboard and helmet and pretty much anything that was in her room.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVyRgk7e_aA/TfQeIs0JfGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XcpCQpBlxYo/s1600/DSCN1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVyRgk7e_aA/TfQeIs0JfGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XcpCQpBlxYo/s320/DSCN1437.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Grandpa McLaughlin and Grayson March 2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tX9fKLSnf9Y/TfQeKSpep4I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GUL9yw2TDp8/s1600/DSCN1440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tX9fKLSnf9Y/TfQeKSpep4I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GUL9yw2TDp8/s320/DSCN1440.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa McLaughlin and Grayson and Christian (who wouldn't cooperate and take a picture)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtwHAkoF6qI/TfQeVZ8_fXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZU_32E4Iz_k/s1600/DSCN1442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtwHAkoF6qI/TfQeVZ8_fXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZU_32E4Iz_k/s320/DSCN1442.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It snowed a lot in UT while we visited.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOpslJN8lMQ/TfQeZJJW8UI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bFYuCOMb0BA/s1600/DSCN1447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOpslJN8lMQ/TfQeZJJW8UI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bFYuCOMb0BA/s320/DSCN1447.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm glad we brought his snow clothes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sou-p0InoI/TfQebvgxNiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Xa-F9GWFK5E/s1600/DSCN1452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sou-p0InoI/TfQebvgxNiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Xa-F9GWFK5E/s320/DSCN1452.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was hard for him to walk around.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3__niLk7x08/TfQe6F7fY7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/XOpnYiw4-Tc/s1600/DSCN1480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3__niLk7x08/TfQe6F7fY7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/XOpnYiw4-Tc/s320/DSCN1480.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagination Movers Concert March 2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBlBDEeQLbA/TfQe-GI-itI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FEWYFU627cY/s1600/DSCN1486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBlBDEeQLbA/TfQe-GI-itI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FEWYFU627cY/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagination Movers Concert March 2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D4eBGqU0YQ/TfQfDLESIkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zqqyPeMcMIU/s1600/DSCN1493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D4eBGqU0YQ/TfQfDLESIkI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zqqyPeMcMIU/s320/DSCN1493.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagination Movers Concert March 2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mo3tK24OIiY/TfQfH-Td56I/AAAAAAAAA50/tgsWVuCcyWk/s1600/DSCN1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZnlcZRNVWw/TfQfSmjC3CI/AAAAAAAAA6A/l5FdsD12evY/s1600/DSCN1523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZnlcZRNVWw/TfQfSmjC3CI/AAAAAAAAA6A/l5FdsD12evY/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were able to review the new Boppy Slideline product in March. It is AMAZING! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk9GFt9AEgs/TfQfXdOpYBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B1ut6ef1o6g/s1600/DSCN1525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk9GFt9AEgs/TfQfXdOpYBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B1ut6ef1o6g/s320/DSCN1525.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson loves this thing still!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_r7W6DZqs/TfQfaT2eaaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FWQhk22quXI/s1600/DSCN1541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_r7W6DZqs/TfQfaT2eaaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FWQhk22quXI/s320/DSCN1541.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It taught Grayson to get up on hands and knees.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI-3gp4QCsw/TfQfeE1kTfI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RzjrOR2DM6Y/s1600/DSCN1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI-3gp4QCsw/TfQfeE1kTfI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RzjrOR2DM6Y/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian and Grayson hanging out.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-19414690429288697962011-06-11T08:30:00.001-06:002011-06-12T07:52:29.340-06:00Where Do I Begin?I was doing so well keeping up with our blog. And then disaster struck. I have missed out on so many good stories to blog about. Bummer!<br />
<br />
On Feb 24, 2011 I got a phone call a little after 7am. My Grandma McLaughlin had passed away. I packed our things and jumped in the car by noon. After grabbing some lunch Christian, Grayson and I made our journey to Salt Lake. We arrived around midnight and tried to get settled for the night. A couple days later my 2 kids and I along with my little brother and sister flew to San Jose, CA. At the airport, Grayson had an allergic reaction to something (we're thinking it was from sucking on the stroller straps) and his lips swelled up really huge. He seemed mostly fine otherwise. Thankfully after a couple days he was back to normal. Phew! While on the plane to CA I was eating some fruit snacks with Christian and one of my fillings came out. I had a hole in my tooth. Great! And I was far away from home on a Saturday night. My Grandma's funeral was on Monday. What on earth was I going to do? Thankfully it didn't hurt, so I just left it. This trip was starting off pretty badly!<br />
<br />
We went to church in my Grandpa's ward on Sunday and spent the afternoon with family. On Sunday night I started to have a cough. But otherwise felt fine.<br />
<br />
On Monday morning I woke up not feeling well. I was soooo cold. We got some breakfast and went back to the hotel room to get ready for the viewing and funeral. It all went downhill fast from there. My memory of the events is a little iffy so I'll try to make it make sense.<br />
<br />
On the way to the church I was really, really not feeling well. I asked my dad for a blessing and while it helped me to feel comforted I got the feeling things were going to get worse before they got better. I was assured that my kids would be well cared for. That concerned me! I am their mom...of course they will be well cared for!! I got worse...much, much worse. I was so, very sick. So sick that my mom had to call an ambulance from the church during my Grandma's funeral. If I wasn't so sick I would have been <del></del><del></del><br />
humiliated<br />
embarrassed. But there wasn't time for that. So, the ambulance came. It seemed they came really fast. I left the church on a stretcher during the first talk at my Grandma's funeral. I missed it all. :(<br />
<br />
<br />
Soon I was at the hospital. I remember almost nothing about the ambulance ride. I know my mom rode with me. But I don't remember seeing her. We got to the hospital and I remember them doing a chest xray and other tests. I tried to sleep as I could. I must have slept, I don't remember much. And then I got the dreaded news after being in the ER for several hours. I was being admitted. What?? Other than childbirth, I've never been admitted to the hospital. I've been to the ER several times. Even been on an ambulance a few times in recent years (my health sorta sucks!), but never admitted. I'm in CA without my husband. My kids are with my dad, brother and sister at my Grandpa's house. My mom is with me at the hospital still dressed for a funeral (a funeral that she and I missed). I'm a nursing mom. I have a child that does not take a bottle....ever. How were we going to make this work? I remember that even though I wanted to panic I had a very overwhelming sense of calm. It was like I couldn't panic. I didn't cry. I just took it all in stride and assumed I'd be going home the next morning.<br />
<br />
The next day I was told I had influenza A. The flu? I got a flu shot. How do I have the flu? So, I was started on the proper medicines and told I'd be going home the next day. Ugh! My room was placed in isolation. Anyone that came in my room had to wear a gown, mask and gloves. And before they left they had to toss it all in the garbage. I felt so diseased!<br />
<br />
The next morning I had a fever of 104.3ºF and it wouldn't go down. I had to wear this stupid, dumb, I can't come up with enough bad words to describe it, cooling blanket. It was awful. It is set to 6ºC and when you already feel like you're freezing to death it is quite possibly the most uncomfortable thing to have on you. But that, plus tylenol, plus ibuprofen was the only way I got my fever reduced to 102.7ºF. Seriously? It was awful. Guess what....I just landed myself another day in the hospital. They were long days. My mom and dad came to visit once or twice each day. But other than that I was by myself. I was so sick I didn't even watch TV. I tried to catch up on Facebook, but reading was difficult. And after looking at my status updates a while later I posted the same update 3 times in one day not realizing I'd already posted it. I clearly wasn't all there!<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10qg1PEEypE/TfTEbgVfWSI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JGu8FfVhZY0/s1600/IMAG1108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10qg1PEEypE/TfTEbgVfWSI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JGu8FfVhZY0/s320/IMAG1108.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cooling blanket</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
My fever finally came down enough they didn't have to use the cooling blanket anymore. Thank heavens! I was still getting a lot of medicines both orally and through my 2 IVs. One IV blew one night and my hand was very swollen. To this day (3 months later) my left hand is still tender. My last day I woke up at 2am with excruciating headaches. Really bad! They sent me for an MRI just to make sure I was okay. They came back good...so I was finally released that afternoon. I was still sick...but I could walk and talk so that was better than I started.<br />
<br />
I wasn't well enough to travel just yet. And I had to wear a mask still, but I was released to stay at my Grandpa's house for a day or two until our flight. On Saturday we (my mom, dad, me and my 2 kids) flew to Salt Lake. I was still coughing a ton and could not breathe well. Plus I was so dizzy I could barely stand, let alone walk. I was all over the place. I'm sure I was a sight to see. My parents sacrificed their room for me and my boys to sleep. I'm assuming they did that since it's on the main floor and they didn't trust me on stairs (considering I was still having really dizzy spells). I stayed until Wednesday. I finally felt sort of well enough to travel the rest of our journey home. We'd been gone for 13 days. That's about a week longer than we expected! <br />
<br />
How we all survived, I do not know. I know Christian and Grayson were both sick with colds and my mom got sick with a cold, too, while in CA. Grayson was not a fan of eating, taking a bottle or sleeping sometimes. I'm sure it was a long week for my parents and anyone that helped out! <br />
<br />
It was so good to be home. I was still recovering, but at least able to get around and take care of everything. But, unless it was vital for our survival, I didn't get it done. It's taken me a long time to recover from that illness. But I'm so happy that I'm feeling better now than I have felt in several years. I'm glad they took the time in CA to get me better instead of just getting me functional. Why this all happened at that time, in CA is a mystery. I've thought about it all A LOT! But I'm not sure the "whys" are as important as the testimony I gained during that time in my life. I suppose it was a lesson I needed to learn, and I hope I got from it what I was supposed to! Life is full of crazy twists and this year, more than most, we've been on a bit of a roller coaster.<br />
<br />
Now that life has calmed down a little (it's still crazy, though) I hope we can get back on track and start the blog up more regularly!Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-76424843518394450732011-02-19T16:13:00.000-07:002011-02-19T16:13:22.762-07:00Videos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkpEFl3dliANFK4PLnYDcqNGaodSif1LVshZrcDsxUzLfq86RB_MCjur25diPSktRAmquCvMrco2Q_jP8c7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzKJUrhQy7GETfgcQ7gFtCcS75W_1uod74UvxzS3FubzkI6vkja-nIkVBa-4nL4gKZAy1FaHUc694Pz_O3-Fw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Here's a couple of videos from the week that I thought were fun. The boys are getting big! Enjoy!Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-75012033043421433662011-02-15T08:32:00.001-07:002011-02-15T08:32:01.008-07:0011 Step Program For Those Thinking of Having Kids<span id="ctl00_cphRightPane_journalaction_ctl00_incDisplayTextEntry_ctl00_formviewDisplay_Label1">I saw this one Facebook a while ago, but it's just so funny I had to keep it for future generations. It wouldn't be so funny if it weren't so true. <br />
<br />
Enjoy a good laugh and remember...A sense of humor is one of the most important things you'll need when you become a parent!<span id="ctl00_cphRightPane_journalaction_ctl00_incDisplayTextEntry_ctl00_formviewDisplay_Label1"></span><br />
Lesson 1<br />
1. Go to the grocery store.<br />
2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.<br />
3. Go home.<br />
4. Pick up the paper.<br />
5. Read it for the last time.<br />
<br />
Lesson 2<br />
Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who already are parents and berate them about their...<br />
1. Methods of discipline.<br />
2. Lack of patience.<br />
3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.<br />
4. Allowing their children to run wild.<br />
5. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child's breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior.<br />
Enjoy it because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.<br />
<br />
Lesson 3<br />
A really good way to discover how the nights might feel...<br />
1. Get home from work and immediately begin walking around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly. (Eat cold food with one hand for dinner)<br />
2. At 10PM, put the bag gently down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.<br />
3. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.<br />
4. Set the alarm for 3AM.<br />
5. As you can't get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink and watch an infomercial.<br />
6. Go to bed at 2:45AM.<br />
7. Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.<br />
8. Sing songs quietly in the dark until 4AM.<br />
9. Get up. Make breakfast. Get ready for work and go to work (work hard and be productive)<br />
Repeat steps 1-9 each night. Keep this up for 3-5 years. Look cheerful and together.<br />
<br />
Lesson 4<br />
Can you stand the mess children make? T o find out...<br />
1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.<br />
2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.<br />
3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.<br />
4. Then rub them on the clean walls.<br />
5. Take your favorite book, photo album, etc. Wreck it.<br />
6. Spill milk on your new pillows. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?<br />
<br />
Lesson 5<br />
Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.<br />
1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.<br />
2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.<br />
Time allowed for this - all morning.<br />
<br />
Lesson 6<br />
Forget the BMW and buy a mini-van. And don't think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that.<br />
1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment.<br />
Leave it there.<br />
2. Get a dime. Stick it in the CD player.<br />
3. Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat. Sprinkle cheerios all over the floor, then smash them with your foot.<br />
4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.<br />
<br />
Lesson 7<br />
Go to the local grocery store. Take with you the closest thing you can find to a pre-school child. (A full-grown goat is an excellent choice). If you intend to have more than one child, then definitely take more than one goat. Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.<br />
<br />
Lesson 8<br />
1. Hollow out a melon.<br />
2. Make a small hole in the side.<br />
3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.<br />
4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.<br />
5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.<br />
6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.<br />
You are now ready to feed a nine- month-old baby.<br />
<br />
Lesson 9<br />
Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street , Barney, Disney, the Teletubbies, and Pokemon. Watch nothing else on TV but PBS, the Disney channel or Noggin for at least five years. (I know, you're thinking What's 'Noggin'?) Exactly the point.<br />
<br />
Lesson 10<br />
Make a recording of Fran Drescher saying 'mommy' repeatedly. (Important: no more than a four second delay between each 'mommy'; occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required). Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years. You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.<br />
<br />
Lesson 11<br />
Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt- sleeve, or elbow while playing the 'mommy' tape made from Lesson 10 above. You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.<br />
<br />
</span>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-29935125910017207052011-02-12T16:30:00.000-07:002011-02-12T16:30:08.156-07:00Snow!It snowed a few inches this week. It was finally warm enough for Christian to go out and play in the snow for a little while. It almost took longer to bundle him up than he was outside playing. Dave taught him how to make a snow angel. Christian loves to get out there and play in the snow. Hopefully we'll get some more snow for him to play in before the season is over. (I don't actually wish for more snow, but I know we will get some....and for his sake...I wish for more snow.)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp-IMrnNUMQ/TVcXT9dm_NI/AAAAAAAAA4o/MLzbNnkIKOM/s1600/DSCN1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp-IMrnNUMQ/TVcXT9dm_NI/AAAAAAAAA4o/MLzbNnkIKOM/s320/DSCN1418.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xfpQnIu7CI/TVcXYRo1N1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/pjLAIwtQXXo/s1600/DSCN1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xfpQnIu7CI/TVcXYRo1N1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/pjLAIwtQXXo/s320/DSCN1419.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpR4d_KSLTs/TVcXd-XVIzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/MoNT1odF0Mw/s1600/DSCN1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpR4d_KSLTs/TVcXd-XVIzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/MoNT1odF0Mw/s320/DSCN1421.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wyZJn_3og0/TVcXhbBqoCI/AAAAAAAAA40/kBpCS6ghXuo/s1600/DSCN1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wyZJn_3og0/TVcXhbBqoCI/AAAAAAAAA40/kBpCS6ghXuo/s320/DSCN1424.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9sezEmOA9U/TVcXkr11quI/AAAAAAAAA44/dnaP3kIAUcs/s1600/DSCN1427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9sezEmOA9U/TVcXkr11quI/AAAAAAAAA44/dnaP3kIAUcs/s320/DSCN1427.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thanks to Aunt Jeanna and the girls for the hat and scarf. They worked great!!</span></div>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-59242506656034858562011-02-12T16:22:00.000-07:002011-02-12T16:22:50.065-07:00Denver NuggetsThanks to Momslikeme.com-Denver I was able to win 4 tickets to see the Denver Nuggets play the Dallas Mavericks. I've never seen an NBA game live before and I'm not a big basketball lover, but all sports are more fun live than on TV, right? We had some pretty good seats and I just didn't want to pass them up. So, even though it was last minute, I managed to find a couple of friends to go to the game with us. Dave's parents watched Christian for us since the game was late. We took Grayson with us. It was a good game and a lot of fun! Thankfully, Grayson was a good baby during the game (he's such a good baby most of the time that I wasn't too worried...that was, of course, until he screamed the whole car ride to pick up our friends). <br />
<br />
Once we got to the Pepsi Center Grayson was happy and content. Dave and I got some food (you know...the over priced, cold stadium food....YUMM!) and enjoyed the first quarter of the game. But then it was time for me to feed Grayson. So I missed half of the 2nd quarter. Thankfully I got back just before half time. Grayson slept through most of the rest of the game. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqt1xMlQobs/TVcQxeys_qI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lhgK5glfnfc/s1600/IMAG1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqt1xMlQobs/TVcQxeys_qI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lhgK5glfnfc/s320/IMAG1024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufUtj_CPbvI/TVcQ0fWzDsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/aFYbg44szxE/s1600/IMAG1032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufUtj_CPbvI/TVcQ0fWzDsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/aFYbg44szxE/s320/IMAG1032.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynMcUggkYeU/TVcSRNwUXeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/l4zhsqEhdks/s1600/DSCN1411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynMcUggkYeU/TVcSRNwUXeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/l4zhsqEhdks/s320/DSCN1411.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36t0e3XkkJU/TVcSEl3xyCI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lJ_kVH1SR1k/s1600/DSCN1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36t0e3XkkJU/TVcSEl3xyCI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lJ_kVH1SR1k/s320/DSCN1396.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0jpRsA4ZbI/TVcSIArpHpI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DL4W4Zbheyw/s1600/DSCN1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0jpRsA4ZbI/TVcSIArpHpI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DL4W4Zbheyw/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAVrXqB4M9U/TVcSLhjtS1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/dmkohO9_mlY/s1600/DSCN1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAVrXqB4M9U/TVcSLhjtS1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/dmkohO9_mlY/s320/DSCN1403.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htRtIlL9lws/TVcSOwYQg_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/IW1z4Nz5WCk/s1600/DSCN1408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htRtIlL9lws/TVcSOwYQg_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/IW1z4Nz5WCk/s320/DSCN1408.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNyWDIh8_rI/TVcQ1gbp1xI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Wv76Ihtcvbw/s1600/IMAG1039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNyWDIh8_rI/TVcQ1gbp1xI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Wv76Ihtcvbw/s320/IMAG1039.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ogo0PYz_-g0/TVcSAtbiX_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/B5dYM1nlFfo/s1600/DSCN1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ogo0PYz_-g0/TVcSAtbiX_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/B5dYM1nlFfo/s320/DSCN1390.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4NzgbUu-j4/TVcQ23WKb6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/889M0ODlnY0/s1600/IMAG1040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4NzgbUu-j4/TVcQ23WKb6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/889M0ODlnY0/s320/IMAG1040.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The game was pretty exciting. The Nuggets were losing the better part of the 2nd half and I had lost hope of us winning. People were leaving before the game was over, but I'm sure they are sad they left. We started to catch up, and then we were ahead, and then we were behind and then we were tied and then...We scored the winning shot right at the final buzzer. It was pretty loud in the stadium...Grayson woke up. <br />
<br />
All in all...we had a fantastic time. I'm glad we went to the game, even though it was last minute. It's hard for us to do such spontaneous events with small children, but it was nice to know that we still have it in us. We were VERY tired the next morning, though. Kids just don't understand the need to sleep in. <br />
<br />
Did I mention we had to go to 9News to pick up the tickets? It was a highlight for Christian to see where they do the "Colorado News", even though we only got to see the lobby. He's pretty easy to please! Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-8621323374033793212011-02-12T15:48:00.000-07:002011-02-12T15:48:05.767-07:00Denver AquariumI took the boys to the Aquarium recently and we had so much fun. I wish it was more affordable. I understand it costs a lot to maintain all of those fish, etc, but I just can't afford $42 for our family to visit. Especially when you can only stay 2-3 hours with small kids. I had a coupon to visit, so I thought I'd take advantage of it, but Dave wasn't able to go. :( We still had fun, but we missed having Daddy with us. He knows a lot more about fish, sharks, and general ocean facts than I do. I guess I need to study up because Christian has been telling me all week he's going to be a sea diver when he grows up. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxUAtB65GeD_jrxZKytCjjjC2ldNx1W2p8PpNDTeUCErHLp0heuT9eGZD-vXomzsimmIrQVIVl-Ib5R9uCIAw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<br />
We were able to see the sharks and stingrays be fed as well as the tigers. We saw a lot of fish, snakes, birds, turtles, sharks, jellyfish, plants, and many other things while at the Aquarium (we can't forget Nemo and Dory). We even got to pet the stingrays! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcI9THTEy2fUL3aEw_ANPkAY6lujFqgfXaxvlPU4jRr-TUtSDuEdy6oa6M9CijMKmb_gsJMXr1KGlHflrDTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
But the most fun part for Christian was watching two workers clean out the gravel from the turtle's habitat. He sat and watched them scoop out nets full of tiny gravel. He asked 800 million questions and just couldn't get enough of it. After a long time I finally convinced him to go see other exhibits, but he went running back to see them clean the gravel out only a couple minutes later. I don't know what was so fascinating. He really wanted to help, but I told him he had to be older before he could get a job there. He told me he'd work there when he was 5. haha (They were cleaning out the small gravel to replace it with bigger rocks. The turtles were eating the tiny rocks and it was hurting their digestive systems. I know you wanted to know!!)<br />
<br />
I feel very fortunate that we had a nice older couple, who volunteer at the Aquarium, give us a little of a tour. They were so helpful in answering all of Christian's questions (he had A LOT!). I'm glad that we left the Aquarium having quite a bit more knowledge of all of the different species that live in the ocean as well as the freshwater species, too. I felt like the trip was fun and very educational, too. Grayson slept through half of our visit, but he had a good time gazing at the sharks. It will be so fun once he's a little older and can participate in our activities more than just being present. <br />
<br />
I can't decide which pictures were the best, so I'm just throwing in a bunch that I liked from our visit. If you're in Denver and have the opportunity, visit the Denver Aquarium. It really is a neat place!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCLE8BMBh80/TVcNjerRzJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/k5tft3z6x54/s1600/IMAG0950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCLE8BMBh80/TVcNjerRzJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/k5tft3z6x54/s320/IMAG0950.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uthKorEzqs8/TVcNln9kjII/AAAAAAAAA3k/DQ6ddMT__Uc/s1600/IMAG0970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uthKorEzqs8/TVcNln9kjII/AAAAAAAAA3k/DQ6ddMT__Uc/s320/IMAG0970.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ti5CMaYNVrg/TVcNm_IJfqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OsePr2AKS6M/s1600/IMAG0978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ti5CMaYNVrg/TVcNm_IJfqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OsePr2AKS6M/s320/IMAG0978.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jerpBfSklbI/TVcNobeTu8I/AAAAAAAAA3s/GxGyPnBnW7s/s1600/IMAG0983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jerpBfSklbI/TVcNobeTu8I/AAAAAAAAA3s/GxGyPnBnW7s/s320/IMAG0983.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ov4HZ9RqIG4/TVcNpRG78kI/AAAAAAAAA3w/9y5eAst57UQ/s1600/IMAG0985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ov4HZ9RqIG4/TVcNpRG78kI/AAAAAAAAA3w/9y5eAst57UQ/s320/IMAG0985.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMPjp1o99vA/TVcNrMY88JI/AAAAAAAAA30/HLjb8u98XuQ/s1600/IMAG1006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMPjp1o99vA/TVcNrMY88JI/AAAAAAAAA30/HLjb8u98XuQ/s320/IMAG1006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL9zvWd4O5k/TVcNsl8d9YI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZGD8wvTCaIE/s1600/IMAG1009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NL9zvWd4O5k/TVcNsl8d9YI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZGD8wvTCaIE/s320/IMAG1009.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLmp0DSa8H4/TVcNthfQeyI/AAAAAAAAA38/iijTpmAuKjo/s1600/IMAG1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLmp0DSa8H4/TVcNthfQeyI/AAAAAAAAA38/iijTpmAuKjo/s320/IMAG1015.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you see Christian?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-17178429897310326882011-02-12T14:58:00.000-07:002011-02-12T14:58:01.826-07:00Grayson Laughs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxk3TFMEg6PQ89uXw0aG582l1zMZ0ZRbiXguLZw94_QWOuUYoRYRYYBIt0Tof8-_KOpaeeSXrSyTlukprj5uw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBHSUAssbN60RqbTKk2EGvZxYE6SHBJ2hLiBEoBi3AX-zlqxtPRIdgN0tk5nF_4TS2vX_ZkKqFVKoXzDvIrw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>There is nothing that Christian loves to do more than make people laugh. Especially to make Grayson laugh. Enjoy these videos of my cute Grayson laughing at his big brother. Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-37512855419231932772011-02-12T14:45:00.000-07:002011-02-12T14:45:44.418-07:00Funny Christian-ismsI have really enjoyed watching Christian grow up. He is getting so big. And while he continually physically grows, his mind is growing 5X faster! I can't seem to keep up with him. So many times a day he says funny things. I've decided I need to write them down so I don't forget. I've lost track of what order they were said, but I don't think it matters. They are all from the past month. And this is just a small sample of his funny comments.<br />
<br />
I had just opened one of Grayson's toys from Christmas and Christian immediately swipes it from Grayson. I told him to give the toy back and his reply, "But Mom, I'm just testing it." <br />
<br />
<span class="messageBody">Me singing Jingle Bells: "Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh..." Christian starts screaming at the top of his lungs. I ask him what's wrong and he said I needed to stop singing that song because dashing through the snow is dangerous. </span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody">Christian brought me a tiny (I'm talking itty, bitty) piece of a stick and told me his brain was coming out of his head.</span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody">Just recently Christian brings in a bag of Goldfish while I'm getting ready for the day. He tells me he's trying to read what it said. I ask him what it says and he pretends to read, "You can eat them." Nice try, Christian. We aren't having goldfish for breakfast.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="messageBody">And our most recent quotable of the day...."I don't want to eat lunch, because I want to be dead." And for full effect, he put on his skeleton costume. </span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXFeIe11aLA/TVb-zJ5zCjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/V8KLV-urE1o/s1600/IMAG0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXFeIe11aLA/TVb-zJ5zCjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/V8KLV-urE1o/s320/IMAG0936.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><span class="messageBody">Notice, he also dumped all of the play food on the floor to have a picnic. Grayson is in the background helping himself to some plastic food. </span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody">I really need to write down more of the things he says. He's just so funny! I can't wait for Grayson to start talking. I'm sure he'll be equally funny!</span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="messageBody"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Editor's Note: Christian is dressed in costume for most things he does. He is currently an astronaut with a fireman badge and snowboots on. </span></span><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody"> </span></h6>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-35471999488659528372011-02-12T14:19:00.000-07:002011-02-12T14:19:18.995-07:00COLD!Brrrrrrr! It was cold here in Colorado. We had some pretty low temperatures (-19*F with a windchill in the -30*F range) and it was getting to be a bit much for the kids. On one or two days we didn't even get above 0*F. We felt trapped in our house for too long. I tried to keep them occupied, but they just didn't want to see the same four walls any longer. We are happy that we are warming up again (It's currently in the 50's). And we can't wait for spring!! We have had a really mild winter this year so far. I'm sure we'll have a blizzard in March to make up for the lack of snow this year. But we'll take the warm while we have it. <br />
<br />
Here are some pictures of the kids while we were stuck inside. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzFtYcWfKu8/TVb5CcA0sUI/AAAAAAAAA3I/BHoKpHm0rRE/s1600/IMAG0884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzFtYcWfKu8/TVb5CcA0sUI/AAAAAAAAA3I/BHoKpHm0rRE/s320/IMAG0884.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CmD9f4g8QQ/TVb5D1Yo05I/AAAAAAAAA3M/hX8lQo8wvnY/s1600/IMAG0889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CmD9f4g8QQ/TVb5D1Yo05I/AAAAAAAAA3M/hX8lQo8wvnY/s320/IMAG0889.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTZNMXHXtTQ/TVb5E4CSaiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/2vzPyiJo5ZQ/s1600/IMAG0895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTZNMXHXtTQ/TVb5E4CSaiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/2vzPyiJo5ZQ/s320/IMAG0895.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBdRJWr38yY/TVb5GANuiCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dtND-LEo-ho/s1600/IMAG0902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBdRJWr38yY/TVb5GANuiCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dtND-LEo-ho/s320/IMAG0902.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoZGr0LJG-8/TVb5OkhHSsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ezo2XvjKEMM/s1600/IMAG0919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoZGr0LJG-8/TVb5OkhHSsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ezo2XvjKEMM/s320/IMAG0919.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-57640364467964144322011-01-31T15:22:00.000-07:002011-01-31T15:22:15.614-07:00BananasThis post is to show my family just how much I love my kids! I love them A LOT! Enough to peel, chop, smash, and feed them bananas. That is LOVE!! I also peeled 8 bananas for the freezer today. We got a bunch in our Bountiful Basket this week and we'll never eat them that fast. <br />
<br />
Just for the record I DESPISE bananas. But my kids think I like them. I put on my big girl pants, untwist my panties, suck it up and put on my happy face. I try not to vomit as I feed the baby his bananas...it's a process that takes F.O.R.E.V.E.R. <br />
<br />
I'm so grown up! Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-24127858119215921322011-01-31T12:02:00.000-07:002011-01-31T12:02:29.466-07:00Menu MondayWant to see just how awesome I am? <br />
<br />
Click <a href="http://crazyjeanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/failure.html">HERE</a>!<br />
<br />
Then you can come back and tell me how jealous you are of my awesome homemaking skills. I'm such a good wife/mom. Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-66942351002579303372011-01-31T11:55:00.000-07:002011-01-31T11:55:42.305-07:00Not Me! MondayAll right, folks. Here it is. My list of things that I didn't do this week. Enjoy! <br />
<br />
I most certainly did not plan a play date at the Children's Museum and stay for 6 hours....Not Me!<br />
<br />
I didn't decide after seeing a barely 2 year old girl ask her mom to go potty that it was time for Christian to be potty trained once and for all....Not Me! (I would never pressure my kid to do something just because someone younger could do it.)<br />
<br />
I didn't bribe Christian to use the potty with money and/or tickets to see the Imagination Movers LIVE in concert...Not Me!<br />
<br />
I didn't take the kids to the Library in the middle of nap time...Not Me!<br />
<br />
I didn't have to break up a fight between my 2 kids...Not Me! (I mean...the baby is only 7 months. He's not even capable of picking fights yet, right?)<br />
<br />
I didn't forget the dry erase markers were still out in reach...Not Me!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9dzjV5LeYQ/TUWcMhH53DI/AAAAAAAAA3A/XI6lksvoLm4/s1600/IMAG0867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9dzjV5LeYQ/TUWcMhH53DI/AAAAAAAAA3A/XI6lksvoLm4/s320/IMAG0867.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
I didn't give my baby a pizza crust to chew on just to stop the fit he potentially could throw...Not Me!<br />
<br />
I didn't drink the orange juice straight out of the carton knowing I have a cold just so I could claim it as all mine...Not Me!<br />
<br />
I didn't contemplate doing the same thing with the cookie dough ice cream...Not Me!<br />
<br />
I know you all are jealous. But really, you don't have to be. Make your own Not Me! Monday list. It's fun.Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-38628487727646797902011-01-29T22:52:00.000-07:002011-01-29T22:52:12.815-07:00Big Air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9dzjV5LeYQ/TUT75l_uWrI/AAAAAAAAA28/86rKu0v7884/s1600/DSCN1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9dzjV5LeYQ/TUT75l_uWrI/AAAAAAAAA28/86rKu0v7884/s320/DSCN1339.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
A couple of weeks ago I won 4 tickets to see Denver Big Air. It is a big ski/snowboard competition right in downtown Denver. They built a ramp over 100 feet high for athletes to do tricks. Also, One Republik was there for an outdoor concert. I was excited to go, but I just felt so anxious about being away from Grayson for so long. I couldn't take him with me in such cold weather so I decided it would be best for me to stay home and send Dave with 3 of his friends. It seemed they had a great time. Here are a couple of videos from the event (of course Dave came home with no pictures, just videos).<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwe5zeaa0HHvp6PN4sWwzFAgiwAuVb2NkgrlTURR3XipDL_fua_ZD-ctt_Iz6p4oFrUi_VaoS8znwkH3tdeUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZ7bTXXAp8a95sKWXNigjZ-7hrG5gck6f1jWTc5LyNHWGxNBgdK2z0Liak4bl5cHvdZ7B1YBaP7SvfdUNCtg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div> <br />
<br />
<br />
P.S. I don't think it was coincidence I had the feeling to stay home. Grayson was very grumpy and needy.Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-84729228166984105492011-01-29T22:09:00.000-07:002011-01-29T22:09:12.014-07:00Cheese and WhineI am sick. Again! I have been getting sick quite often since I became pregnant with Grayson. I have learned that I am pretty whiny when I am sick. Especially as the sicknesses are getting closer together and lasting longer. I feel like I have spent the better part of the past year sick. Thankfully I am usually only knocked down a couple days at a time and then I just suffer through the rest as I get better. I try to keep my perspective, but man...when you can't breathe, your head feels like it will explode, your eyeballs feel like they have knives stuck in them and your body aches from head to toe...it's hard. (dramatic much??) I'm such a baby! <br />
<br />
Anyway, I have some posts that need to be published. Hopefully I will get to them before I forget what I want to say. I didn't do so well with my "Days of the Week" this week either. And I didn't follow my menu...not even one day. I think it's time for a do-over. I hope next week produces better results!<br />
<br />
In the mean time, here's a funny from Christian this morning. He walked into my room first thing this morning with a bag of goldfish. He said he was reading the bag. I asked him what it said and he pretends to read..."You can have some." LOL Nice try kiddo. We're not having goldfish for breakfast. <br />
<br />
I really need to write down when he says funny things (which is pretty common!!). It is his greatest joy to make people laugh. I worry he'll be the class clown. Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-76349329865900283822011-01-24T13:19:00.001-07:002011-01-24T13:19:00.381-07:00Not Me! MondayAs a kid I remember my dad saying he had 6 kids once. Really there are 5 kids, but he said Not Me was his sixth kid. The one that always got blamed for everything.<br />
<br />
Then I was reading some blogs a few years back and I was reading all of these Not Me! Monday posts. They were a great way of confessing all of the things that went wrong the past week. I participated a few times, but then my blogging fuse sort of fizzled. But this year, I'm back!<br />
<br />
Not Me! Monday will be more fun than ever before. I've found having 2 kids means I make twice the mistakes. Just think of when I have more kids...wow!<br />
<br />
I didn't stay inside the house for 4 days straight...Not Me.<br />
<br />
I didn't make Dave stop at Chick Fil A for dinner on his way home because I was too lazy to cook....Not Me.<br />
<br />
I didn't forget my Visiting Teachers were coming until minutes before they arrived while we were eating our Chick Fil A dinner in a fairly dirty house...Not Me.<br />
<br />
I didn't do 7 loads of laundry last week and I most certainly wouldn't just leave baskets of clean clothes to fold and put away for later...Not Me.<br />
<br />
I didn't have 2 pajama days in the same week...Not Me. <br />
<br />
Oy...that list is pretty frightening. I hope I'm not so lazy this week! Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-5461267545654176912011-01-24T09:16:00.002-07:002011-01-24T09:16:00.465-07:00Menu MondayEvery week I try to plan my menu and grocery shop according to my plan. So far it has saved me a bunch of money on groceries each month. I am hoping that we will be able to slash our budget even more each month. I still feel we spend too much. So, I'm delving more into the world of coupons. I still have a ways to go before coupons will really help me save because we'd like to build a 3 month supply for our family. But hopefully soon we will be spending less each month.<br />
<br />
Anyway, <a href="http://crazyjeanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-better.html">here is the menu</a> for this week. It's one of my very boring, kid friendly yet jazzed up for adults, menus.Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-81144343975792078532011-01-22T15:27:00.000-07:002011-01-22T15:27:24.075-07:00Dear Christian-Blast From the PastToday I was reading a few old entries from my blog, just to see what I wrote about way back then. I couldn't believe how much I've changed in the past few years. I also realized that in some ways I'm just the same! Anyway, it gave me a renewed energy to keep up the blogging. It was so fun to read old posts. I really do need to get a book made of my blog so we have a hard copy to look at. <br />
<br />
On December 5, 2008 I wrote this post on my blog. <br />
<br />
Dear Christian,<br />
<br />
Today you were in a very grumpy mood. You threw a tantrum every other word I said. But that's okay because I love you SO much! Today you got into every nook and cranny in the house, especially if you knew you'd get in trouble for it. But that's okay because I love you SO much! Today you spit out every morsel of food I offered to you (even ice cream). But that's okay because I love you SO much! Today you learned how to open the refrigerator and carried around the mustard everywhere you went. But that's okay because I love you SO much! Today you randomly gave me a big hug when I was sitting on the floor exhausted at 11am from a long day of chasing you around and cleaning your messes. And then I remembered I love you SO much!<br />
<br />
Love,<br />
Mommy<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
What I wrote on December 5, 2008 is what I feel today. It may be different events going on during the day, but I still feel the same. Christian has been finding new ways to challenge me throughout the day. He is older, understands much more, and is constantly testing the boundaries. I find myself getting frustrated with him more easily this week. I don't know why. My attitude has been less than desirable. All day long when he asks me "Why?" I just answer, "Because I love you." <br />
<br />
Hopefully soon I will be able to get my attitude back to normal. A little sleep might help. But until then I will keep praying for guidance and patience (Yikes...praying for patience is dangerous :). Parenting, while the most difficult thing I've ever done, is very rewarding! And at the end of the day, when Christian says, "I love you, mom!" I forget the challenges of the day and start with a fresh outlook on life. The good days are far greater than the bad. And for that, I feel very blessed!<br />
Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5015791011539844059.post-87822451704174119952011-01-20T09:02:00.000-07:002011-01-20T09:02:54.145-07:00Days of the WeekOver the years I have randomly participated in certain blog posts on certain days of the week. So, I've decided to re-implement that back into the blog. I fear if I don't I won't have anything to blog about. So, that means a lot of blog posts from me, but hopefully they will still be worth reading. I hope to be better at this blogging thing. I just need to get my head in the game. So here's what I'm thinking.<br />
<br />
Monday- Menu Monday (will be posted on my menu blog and linked to), Not Me Monday<br />
Tuesday- Self Portrait Tuesday<br />
Wednesday- Wordless Wednesday<br />
Thursday- Thankful Thursday<br />
Friday- Faithful Friday<br />
<br />
Hopefully this will get me a jump start on my blogging and get me thinking in a certain direction. Sometimes I just need a little help. By no means does this mean that those will be my only posts, but I hope to at least have those posts. I won't be 100% each day, life happens, but I will try to be at least 80%. Deal. Deal. <br />
<br />
Just had to write this out and post it to keep me on track!<br />
I probably won't start until Monday. I hate starting new projects in the middle of a week. Jeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520623922203847045noreply@blogger.com0