tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105401762024-02-06T20:12:19.277-08:00the Lorpi filesThat's Korpi and Law, not so cleverly combined.
This won't be the most clever, nor humorous blog you'll ever read. Heck, you'll be lucky if it's even remotely up to date. But, you'll get to see photos and read the life changing updates on spit-up and the like. For those of you far away, that's what really matters.heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-41303749374242105932012-05-14T22:02:00.000-07:002012-05-14T22:02:02.586-07:00FourStill no photos, but I want to remember for all eternity how you think many flowers are called "cocktails" because you can't quite remember daffodils.
You gave up your pacifier, and life has been a little extra hellish.
You were so amazing on mothers day. You rode your new big girl trail a bike for over 7 miles in the hot sun and loved every minute of it without a single complaint. I could have gone 20 miles and you would have still been pedaling in your pink plaid shorts, pink shirt, sunglasses and piggy tails. You seem so big most days, that it gives me pause and makes me realize that successfully raising you means someday you'll fly the nest. All too soon, I'm sure. I'll just keep loving you every minute of every day. The good minutes and the hard minutes too while I can.heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-30926395961688804852012-03-21T21:02:00.007-07:002012-03-21T21:21:54.960-07:009 monthsYou know it's been<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"> a while since you last wrote a blog post when you can't even remember the address for it. Also, this blog is a victim of too much technology. The apparatus I'm posting on is both uncooperative and hard to upload photos to currently, so this is just words on a screen.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.23137);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.23137);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469);"><br /></span></span><div><div>boy child has hit the nine month mark. Both agonizingly slowly and terrifyingly fast. He is keeping up in the world in the 90th % in height and up to an amazing 30% in weight. A vast improvement over the 5% and falling at the end of last year. Solid foods as supplement seem to serve him well. Very well. He loves to eat anything and everything. Almost 30 inches and closing in on 20 lbs. He boasts a very proficient low crawl ordering on the real thing and he loves to stand. Much to our chagrin, but inevitable, he can pull up to standing in his crib (playpen really) and tonight it got lowered. Big S took some great photos of boy child pulling up the way he took photos of girl child, but, you'll have to imagine it for now.</div></div></div><div>He really does mean te world to me, despite my fears of not having aclue what to do with a boy. Visions of horrible outcomes ran through my mind As he had a fever last night, following a few shots, which he got despite having a slight rash. He is so personable and social and cute! I know t's my job to think he's cute, but I was vindicated when he doctor even said he wins the cutest baby of the week-at least- award.</div><div><br /></div><div>Girl child still rocks our world. Ever observant big S noticed that yesterday, she looked at a situation from both points of view and empathized with both. Not sure what lottery I won to get such amazing kids,but I know I am so thankful for both of them that I am in awe of how much I love them. This first day of soggy spring, I feel so lucky.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-67913347135998616262011-12-31T21:23:00.000-08:002011-12-31T21:40:37.978-08:00New Year's EveI was pretty much ready to call this the worst new year's ever after spending<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"> an hour trying to get the baby to sleep on a night I was trying to get him to bed early, and him not sleeping meant I couldn't get the overtired oldest one to bed early either. I was feeling stressed and mad at the world for it not following my plans and frankly, feeling a little sorry for myself. As I rang in the east coast new year by showering (I know glamorous ain't it) I reflected back on a blog I had read a few years ago. It was written by the mom who had a daughter dying of cancer. She talked about how we spend so much time trying to get our kids to sleep, and now that her daughter was in the end stage of her life, she only had the energy to sleep, and how all she wished for was for her daughter to be awake. Remembering that was the perspective I needed. I might be going to bed at 9:00 and the highlight of my night was a cocktail some hours earlier and the aforementioned shower, but this year added a very important small human to my life and those two amazing small humans may be horrible sleepers, but I can roll into 2012 (probably much earlier in the am than I would like) being thankful that I am so blessed with two amazing little beings.</span>heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-64797464338982295912011-07-08T22:08:00.001-07:002011-07-08T22:08:12.061-07:00Thomas’ birth story<p>Read at your own risk. Since Sofia’s was in the blog, I will subject you to Thomas’ also.</p> <p>In case it’s not your cup of tea, here’s a photo of me seeing him for the first time and then you can skip the rest of this post. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUGs0N2C8FfhIyhh1qJdU_o9WgvTB1PkzV2t_NHfgryyWmu0lDfmqyqtNTQUNgaXHH2G-OTCkzl2K9maGJ9BSb96NrVUwuIeTKdWZco0BeGFEr6a9zafWQvWEghfQls5ivLbSUw/s1600-h/IMG_0367%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0367" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_0367" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-95KT7EuHSOw/ThfiNgMEj2I/AAAAAAAAB9A/KJdb4GyQ6Rw/IMG_0367_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(I have no earthly idea what I’m wearing)</p> <p>The week before his birthing day, I had kind of felt crampy off and on. But at 39 weeks, nothing too surprising. They always seemed to subside after laying down a few hours. On Saturday, feeling it again and trying to find ways to induce labor, a friend says what worked for her is letting her husband drink too many beers. Then, when she NEEDED to go to the hospital, she almost had to drive herself. Also remember another friend who went into labor with a hungover husband. Tell Big S to start drinking! Go to bed, text him a few hours later that I feel fine, go ahead and tip a few back, who knows how many more nights he’ll have that option.</p> <p>Then, about 12:30 realize that this feeling is back and not going away. In fact, it’s actually more of a problem, preventing sleep. Start to read a while. About 1:30 a.m. tell Big S to get to bed, who knows how much more sleep he’s going to get tonight. Plus, sitting up in his recliner is more comfortable. After a few hours of reading through contractions, decide they are getting a little more serious and meet the guidelines for calling the midwife. About 3:30 call in, they ask if I want to go now or now. I’m fine waiting. They recommend laboring in the tub. Voila! My vision of laboring in the hot tub can be realized. Hang out in there, reading and being in labor with the contractions getting stronger until I can’t read through them anymore. Enjoy the pre-dawn view and impending sunrise. Try and hold out until 6:00 am so Big S gets a few hours of sleep, remembering the sleepless marathon of Little S’ birth. Manage until about 4:30 or 5:00 am and realize if I don’t get out of the hot tub now, I’m not going to be able to get out, and despite joking around about giving birth in there, it’s not actually my plan.</p> <p>Tell Big S it’s time to go. Contractions stop me in my tracks now. Get the baby monitor to my sister and two steps before the car, my water breaks. Accuse husband of taking bumpiest road possible. And, for looking for every bump he can as he wheels me to Labor and Delivery. Give requested “specimen”  and FREAK OUT that it’s green. That means meconium and that’s not good. Start to abandon hope for VBAC. Lean against wall during contraction accidentally setting off the “help me now” button. Which sends a cadre of nurses scrambling to the room. Oops. Manage to do that about 5 or 6 more times  during labor. Consequently, husband gets good at recognizing it right away and hitting the cancel button.</p> <p>Now we’re getting intense. And I’m yelling louder. Screaming is more apt. Possibly even shrieking in pain. It’s no silent Scientologist birth, that’s for sure. Get to the point where the pain is constant with no break between contractions. Have nearly; broken my husbands hand, fingers, strangled him, broken his ribs, practically chewed a hole in his shirt, deafened him… Probably more things to, those are just what I remember and remember feeling badly about. At the point I’m on the floor, under the bed (getting in touch with my inner cavewoman perhaps?) accidentally rip out the IV line in my arm (no memory of that, just a gnarly bruise for 2 weeks and a permanent bloodstain on DH’s pants) am now screaming for pain meds for me and for the sake of everyone around me. The get me into the bed, calmed down a little, and decide the epidural is coming. Like little S, I’ve only gone from 6 to 7 cm in 3 hours of pain, and getting me to relax is the best course of action. At this point, am told that if baby doesn’t descend more, there’s a good chance of a repeat c-section. At this point, that sounds better than continuing the way it’s going in excruciating pain. Manage to hold still for the epidural somehow, possibly knowing the outcome of NOT holding still when someone is putting needles in your spine. It’s now 8:00 or 8:30. Become sane again. Tell husband to go get himself food. Piece together that a c-section isn’t for sure the outcome yet, I get to try pushing if baby descends.</p> <p>A little after 10:00, a get to start pushing. Unlike with Little S, I can’t actually feel the urge to push, but, I follow instructions and push when they tell me. It seems like even though the midwife is encouraging me and telling me how good I’m doing that there isn’t any progress. I’m nothing if not stubborn, so resolve to push even harder. At some point, get word that the baby is kind of stuck, shades of Little S. It feels like it’s been a while and I’m expecting them to call it off any minute now. They were only going to give me an hour of pushing and if baby is stuck, well… it is what it is. It’s now the last "chance”. Giving everything I've got, the midwife has me feel the head. Oh my gosh! A fuzzy little head about to emerge. I’m home free. I’m going to do this! After what still seems like forever, the baby is born! 11:04 a.m.</p> <p>But, because of the meconium, and because I’m Group B strep positive, he’s tended to right away. I ask Big S what it is, and he emotionally tells me it’s a boy! Baby Thomas, named after my father, born on Father’s day. But, his breathing isn’t strong. They take him to the nursery and Big S goes too. Come to find out that his umbilical cord also broke on birth, so he didn’t quite get all the blood he should have either. (and, it made for quite the horror show. Pools of blood, splashed even over my head!)There is talk of needing to transport him to NICU, they can’t get an IV in and the veins in his extremities are collapsing. But, after hours of trying, his color is coming back on his own, and, they get the IV in through his umbilical cord! At 3:00, I’m okay to get wheeled in to go see him. Watch the doctors for a while (hours?) and finally get to hold him. Ask to nurse him, and wow! First time is a charm. Latches like a pro and nurses happily. Very good and good for his recovery too. Go back in every 3-4 hours throughout the night to nurse and cuddle him. By about 11:00 am Monday, he’s cleared to come back to the room with us. Hooray! Now family like can begin.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DqsRBxLSGFA/ThfiOKrJurI/AAAAAAAAB9E/UBXCODd-Rks/s1600-h/IMG_0369%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0369" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0369" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0aEj7KV1Hk4/ThfiOy3hkKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/nH2t2bwVSn4/IMG_0369_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-80705969450544167902011-07-05T21:48:00.001-07:002011-07-05T21:48:35.164-07:00Welcome<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rV9cva_WLgw/ThPo9_vrqfI/AAAAAAAAB8I/UaQzJ0z0n0E/s1600-h/IMG_0374%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0374" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0374" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--cbw-EFoV3A/ThPpApQBC1I/AAAAAAAAB8M/osfiyjGpNjY/IMG_0374_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Thomas John Korpi</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2SQLde2NhQU/ThPpBaTFm9I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Rk8kfGG84Yo/s1600-h/IMG_0379%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0379" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0379" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-a2NzPU3SaHo/ThPpCs8o9OI/AAAAAAAAB8U/3tdoscEC670/IMG_0379_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>6/19/2011</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UA0FCt4hRYU/ThPpDLEd2SI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/WKeHz_KCEJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0382%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0382" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0382" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ngTlFVCKU4Y/ThPpDr02LTI/AAAAAAAAB8c/0nci3GbYzDs/IMG_0382_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>8 pounds, 7 oz.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Ugc0jmT6v7w/ThPpFOS6OiI/AAAAAAAAB8k/t6H8zCpWYvw/s1600-h/IMG_0383%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0383" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0383" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MWp5pCyIxrY/ThPpF2qUy1I/AAAAAAAAB8o/hVK6EIhSJo8/IMG_0383_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>22.5 inches</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqC1Jz7KFdKt7S10CB3UU9yrjdK1E7JPZALHMRPEipb-wx9Fd7PcTR9odFf_7f9Gf2JVOofMukYbE60iTuUV_O-Syn6awLgmf0b3vyx-b-Sz7hzVLL-UhFkBJmAhyphenhyphenHhEaaGP1a3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0390%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0390" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="IMG_0390" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-L5JCedsajkQ/ThPpHCEnYAI/AAAAAAAAB8w/L1DJw2Uet_U/IMG_0390_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>11:04 a.m.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_HYAr4cza5mPB5bajGYed1OG-T4Fb9ZPVOywCkqd1WINmlUvxQHN2rVwK4ahC7MUzMrlQNN0RbJnAn8LwEVbqlDHygyegaGjXJaO0MDBl2YQQvDTuqPLtlNvLrILhZNmvwPBwg/s1600-h/IMG_0393%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0393" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_0393" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Xwqkri5IPxk/ThPpIXyELrI/AAAAAAAAB84/sh9MRMC_TB0/IMG_0393_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /></a></p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-36193854540483705732010-12-05T20:17:00.001-08:002010-12-05T20:17:40.088-08:00The cutting o’the tree<p>It was Sunday and it wasn’t raining. Perfect conditions to go on the hunt for the annual Lorpi Christmas Tree. Since Little S was in utero, we’ve been going to a great U-cut place in Oregon City. Trees! Sheep! Lamb pepperoni! (Boy, that’s going to be hard to explain someday)</p> <p>It’s so great as she gets older and has a better idea of what Christmas is about. She gets about 60% of it. Christmas trees are exciting. Lights are exciting. Presents are exciting. Santa is exciting. He comes in a sleigh with reindeer. The fact that he brings presents while you sleep hasn’t quite been fully connected yet. And, she keeps wanting us to take her to Christmas. We haven’t listened to that much Christmas music, but this morning she was singing “down through the chimney click, click, click”. Yesterday was “cradle, cradle, cradle, I made you out of clay”. Dreidel not being a word she hears every day.</p> <p>The fetching o’the tree was much anticipated and used as heavily as possible to bribe her into nap time. (“after nap, we’re going to go get our tree”) . On arrival, she got right down to business, finding us the perfect tree</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TPxj186meQI/AAAAAAAAB7g/7Bhb0rVgl3o/s1600-h/IMG_2681%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2681" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2681" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TPxj2VwV_fI/AAAAAAAAB7o/nQba3HC-Df4/IMG_2681_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>So, we then had to tell her to find one as tall as Daddy. But, we found her one her size to hold with her as we walked <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TPxj3N5cH5I/AAAAAAAAB7s/Z4TGvagndCU/s1600-h/IMG_2687%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2687" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2687" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJ1OTdKVdWVnj550ZUtpvT66xBntvf18GRNjWqkcGDdvGextpdquHaj48zvmNNzDgebjaARk9FnaNLUkzEIO_8iwnHHPxpbpoUVdeIAzQJBrt5tAtcPWl3nYMYI6DOYSC_xfoWg/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>After Dad scoped out the perfect one, we wanted to get a picture of it in it’s natural environment</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TPxj4VFmA0I/AAAAAAAAB70/ZqX3Unkmm5s/s1600-h/IMG_2688%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2688" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2688" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TPxj4nG18xI/AAAAAAAAB74/9RkGyHsaMro/IMG_2688_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Little S was so fascinated with the machine that shook the needles off and the tube they put it through to wrap it in netting for the trip home. She really wanted her tree to go in there too. And on top of the car, but we convinced her to keep it with her instead.</p> <p>The end result? Well, that’s still on top of the car, waiting for pizza night to settle before we drag it off and cut it down to size in the chilly, windy night air. Hopefully we’ll get a photo of it sometime between now and New Years.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-67640869063921906252010-11-24T08:16:00.001-08:002010-11-24T08:16:21.705-08:00a sleddin’ we will go<p>We had been planning to go sledding on Tuesday. However, the weather was throwing a curveball. Chance of snow in Portland, and getting really cold. The town shuts down with snow, so, I wasn’t optimistic we would get to go anywhere, except maybe sledding at the park. Well, the snow never arrived in much quantity, and fortunately everything mostly dried out before the cold hit so we weren’t battling a giant skating rink, so we decided to pack up and hit the mountain.</p> <p>Little S was sufficiently excited. She helped make “puppy chow”. Although she asked what it was and told me she didn’t like it. Then I told her it had chocolate and peanut butter and she said “that sounds so yummy”.</p> <p>Well, the roads down here were pretty good, save a few icy spots, the roads closer to the mountain were more treacherous. Big S hauled out the tire chains and got us chained up and safely on our way again. What a great guy. Once we got into areas with snow at the side of the roads, Little S kept saying “Wow. Look at all the snow!” After a really long drive, we finally get to a sledding hill. Get bundled up and ready to go play in the snow.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06O7W3UKI/AAAAAAAAB6w/cfKpHyWjRYI/s1600-h/IMG_2652%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2652" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2652" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06Pc5dhvI/AAAAAAAAB60/g0Ldd0OVjZc/IMG_2652_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>As Dad learned last winter when he took her skiing, one of her favorite things to do is eat snow. Convincing her NOT to eat the snow off of her boot from the parking lot took some work, but we finally got to some nice, fluffy, safe to eat snow.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06QCp1i3I/AAAAAAAAB64/yDcTFLN1s_0/s1600-h/IMG_2659%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2659" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2659" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06QpK9FHI/AAAAAAAAB68/ms4GTH6Uow4/IMG_2659_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Well, the allure of snow and sledding SOUNDED good to Little S. But the reality of it held much less appeal. It probably didn’t help that the sled was so slippery </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06RPi5Y1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/9L9HL6muw44/s1600-h/IMG_2655%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2655" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2655" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06RowyQSI/AAAAAAAAB7E/rKD2zDg_sSE/IMG_2655_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Mommy and Sofia took a few runs on the sled, and at the bottom, she wanted to go again, but walking up the hill wasn’t much fun, and riding in the sled up the hill wasn’t fun either since she kept falling out of it, and it was at some crazy, bumpy angles that worried her. One of the problems with really deep snow and a 2.5 year old. Deep? how deep? Well, the dog got into a hole and had to get help from Big S to get out <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06SJYWXgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/V1tZxM_UTP4/s1600-h/IMG_2656%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2656" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2656" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06SmQnUfI/AAAAAAAAB7M/5vgUwxUVe7k/IMG_2656_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>We really didn’t bury her in the snow. It was that deep in some spots.</p> <p>Little S was quickly tiring of this, and probably cold too. We knew it was bad when she was asking to go back to the car and take a nap! We did convince her to put her skis on for a few minutes though <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06TJwf1vI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/GpsDiGeKGu8/s1600-h/IMG_2662%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2662" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2662" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76GVjGm3sMXFonFWtLN_IV31kTqB36O-9I8oJWbE3-buIt4GWmzylRTz5SMZZfhaTDtT947A4VDMYI5GkSuOhXIgG8az1HV6z11au6WtfCPEs2WQwyfyOts8c2NUB68UZbgqwRA/?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>But, she was pretty much dead weight with rubber legs and my back is paying the price today. A promise of hot chocolate and puppy chow perked her up and motivated her towards the car, where we discovered something new about her. At first we were worried it was frostbite, but as we watched, we think the color just changes from her apple-cheeked redness back to it’s normal color in a very obvious way</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06UXkbVRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/9bnLlHmcAK8/s1600-h/IMG_2665%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2665" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2665" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TO06VOkGNgI/AAAAAAAAB7c/FAVGmIOqiko/IMG_2665_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>If you look closely, you’ll see white circles on her red cheeks. The circles grew until her cheeks were the same color they normally are. </p> <p>Despite her tears, frustration and spending lots of time in the snow, not on it, when you ask her if she had fun sledding and skiing, the answer is a definitive “yes” and she can’t wait to go again. Hopefully next time will be even more fun!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-11384012946704253202010-10-16T21:24:00.001-07:002010-10-16T21:24:07.436-07:00Traditions<p>Little S is old enough that we now have some established traditions. Ones that I imagine we’ll keep for many years to come, all the while adding new ones.</p> <p>This is Little S’ second year of picking <a href="http://orsportgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/pickin-we-will-go.html" target="_blank">huckleberries.</a> While the weather was drier, the forest was still pretty wet, which put a damper on the fun for her. So, we traded off running around with Little S and Furry S. Unfortunately, that means the only two photos we have are of blurry S’ <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6OH6fktI/AAAAAAAAB5g/vARc_L227_M/s1600-h/IMG_2458%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2458" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2458" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6Ogw2OgI/AAAAAAAAB5k/CyetfnLlaAs/IMG_2458_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and of our haul at the end. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6PXAV3cI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ABEZkc290Kw/s1600-h/IMG_2465%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2465" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2465" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6P9y3RFI/AAAAAAAAB5s/lscItivojzc/IMG_2465_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Not as many as last year, but with a fully mobile toddler, this was as good as it got. Because she is getting so big, this was her first really big trip diaper free. And, when you’re in the woods, well, sometimes you have to do what a bear does. Ever since then, she’s pretty into the idea of going potty outside. </p> <p>A tradition now in it’s third year is a visit to the <a href="http://orsportgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-we-back.html" target="_blank">pumpkin</a> <a href="http://orsportgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-with-little-s-big-s.html" target="_blank">patch.</a> With Big S.<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6QhJ2NtI/AAAAAAAAB5w/B_rVQQfcaUU/s1600-h/IMG_2577%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2577" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2577" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6RGuyGOI/AAAAAAAAB50/K2LkKwGyPCM/IMG_2577_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Including a ride in the wagon with the pumpkins. Although she takes up much more wagon than she did last year <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno1XaUWVLeIjY-tjIM9DBrY7BXz8eQaWuwDUw7vDcTGgaM5XtRBKSZErOlLKPW6hPLroFklOga0tNtkz6DTfR5h0FQc-6WjRJVIv50_NTb5SPMpDi26VLpfU2dGoekUms_OCJJA/s1600-h/IMG_2579%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2579" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2579" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6SCjPLSI/AAAAAAAAB58/EEu7jf0KUQk/IMG_2579_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This year she can even find her own and add them to the wagon <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6S3EYlaI/AAAAAAAAB6A/4BTr7Puec74/s1600-h/IMG_2581%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2581" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2581" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6TTTEcQI/AAAAAAAAB6E/AUbkJykkvbg/IMG_2581_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>“Heck, riding in the wagon is for babies, watch this” <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6UGuneFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/fnT_lt3yyns/s1600-h/IMG_2590%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2590" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2590" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6UiNLo0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/geS403Hz4OU/IMG_2590_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>In a long standing tradition for Mom and her friends, Little S has been present for two years now in our hike & apple festival day. This year was a complete 180 from last year, dry and sunny, but just as much fun. Her first real hike on her own two feet (well, at least for about 30 minutes total of the whole hike, some of it still involved a ride in the backpack, both for safety reasons and for some whining) <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6V_K7xKI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/HjWDynqLsaY/s1600-h/IMG_2608%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2608" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2608" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6WcS50QI/AAAAAAAAB6U/YSzi971iB2c/IMG_2608_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She looks like a hiking pro! </p> <p>Beautiful views at the top</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6W3NhOrI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/21rWbeyQzJw/s1600-h/IMG_2611%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2611" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2611" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6XZ5qwEI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Em0MBgrXNpQ/IMG_2611_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And, the requisite ice cream at the apple festival. A teeny bit less messy than last year</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6X6ucVeI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ZaHX9P8huUM/s1600-h/IMG_2612%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2612" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2612" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6YeIM8iI/AAAAAAAAB6k/QiolNf1XFMs/IMG_2612_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And we only took home about 20 pounds of apples this year, but a wider variety of them. Spitzenberg, winesaps, galas, golden delicious, and some stark crimson pears. Life is good in the Northwest.</p> <p>And in case you were wondering how big she’s getting?</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6ZOl5pTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/2UB6zYnHhZM/s1600-h/IMG_2544%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2544" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2544" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TLp6ZUekXxI/AAAAAAAAB6s/26n_98cgGMI/IMG_2544_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Looks like about 3 feet. I think we have a new tradition in the making.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-14438839135215146312010-09-12T20:27:00.001-07:002010-09-12T20:27:29.288-07:00Pizza Night<p>Anyone who knows the Lorpi’s knows that Sunday night is pizza night-almost without fail. We make our own dough and put on our own toppings. For a while, Little S didn’t like pizza. We thought we were going to have to disown her. She came around though. Tonight-she made her own pizza!</p> <p>She rolled out the dough</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aCjwiDkI/AAAAAAAAB44/N0KBmXcIhtA/s1600-h/IMG_24912.jpg"><img title="IMG_2491" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2491" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aDRKA8cI/AAAAAAAAB48/25RLCvzauV8/IMG_2491_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She grated the cheese</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aD37-8_I/AAAAAAAAB5A/n6XhV6MFFQE/s1600-h/IMG_24962.jpg"><img title="IMG_2496" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2496" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aEVljo6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/ErId7T0u9bQ/IMG_2496_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(Stopping to eat a bite or two)</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aEy1jnZI/AAAAAAAAB5I/9QPc9jImOPQ/s1600-h/IMG_24974.jpg"><img title="IMG_2497" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2497" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGThME2oCi-S9860J6zZyAZ-B4evmvBMmj3JWg6UIXL058Qyh4zLco1FLrT98JqYxlmV_T1cWHe-2-X4f7sHMpQ5LBHixiHIZqBvIxQ4qRVtxwpLG_HyHrZcjUt4rc4a5jrYlFQ/?imgmax=800" width="138" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>sprinkling the cheese on </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aGZj0saI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/LVQTYQIA_YM/s1600-h/IMG_24993.jpg"><img title="IMG_2499" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2499" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aGwzlY-I/AAAAAAAAB5U/xb4TJKDAUSg/IMG_2499_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="237" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and eating it!</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aHpEDRbI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/6BuLOkEACrk/s1600-h/IMG_2504%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2504" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2504" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TI2aIE90usI/AAAAAAAAB5c/GSOvb-oExQY/IMG_2504_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>Yeah. That’s totally her MGD back there too. What’s pizza night without beer night?</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-66087204428368326882010-07-09T19:34:00.001-07:002010-07-09T19:34:26.966-07:00Camping!<p>The time was right for an adventure! It was hot here-so I booked the last acceptable camp spot on the Oregon coast. The forecast there was for 61 and foggy. A welcome relief from 97 and sunny.</p> <p>It wasn’t without a little bit of intrepidation. Little S isn’t the greatest sleeper, and putting her in a tent at a campground definitely made me nervous. But, I finally let go and adopted a whatever will be, will be attitude. She’d been going to sleep later and later the whole week and one night going to bed late wasn’t going to hurt.  So we loaded up and headed out with Aunt Aimee, Little S, me and Aunt Aimee’s little blind dog who can’t really be home alone. We leave a little later than planned and there are traffic accidents all over, and it’s HOT. Even with A/C. Add that to a small miscalculation about how far away the campground actually is and it takes up until what would be Little S’ bedtime. She was a great sport in the car-I hadn’t packed much entertainment-so it was a mom & Aunt Aimee jukebox of camp songs. So, we got to the campground and got set up as quickly as possible. Little S was pretty enthralled with the tent.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcFD7xeOI/AAAAAAAAB34/xrYsFwmZXRc/s1600-h/IMG_2332%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2332" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2332" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcFnYlQkI/AAAAAAAAB38/a-3JBNiyf1M/IMG_2332_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And then, we went to the ocean. We’d been using the draw of the ocean for the last hour of the drive, so it had some big billing to live up to. And there it was!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcGFgv-5I/AAAAAAAAB4A/cSTywMWoVK8/s1600-h/IMG_2337%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2337" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2337" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcGviYH5I/AAAAAAAAB4E/EtcL3SIj2yU/IMG_2337_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The sand! </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcHYgojvI/AAAAAAAAB4I/7WHQiBprAkM/s1600-h/IMG_2339%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2339" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2339" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcH89i82I/AAAAAAAAB4M/cUZuTj6xZeg/IMG_2339_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Once she started playing in the water, it was hard to get any pictures-trying to keep an eye on her. And once my camera went for a swim without a lifejacket, I was extra careful about the camera. She was very nervous about it at first, but seeing two older girls having fun in the water quickly inspired her to want to get in and play “run away” from the waves like they were.</p> <p>After a 2 hour wrestling match to get her to bed-she finally gave in around 10:00.  There was a lot of middle of the night drama with dog needing to pee, Little S wanting to eat, dog wanting to eat Little S’ food, and more. So after some more slumber, interrupted, Little S decided her day was starting with the light of day. While she was waiting for us to get ready, she had some hard decisions to make, like which pacifier best complemented her outfit.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcIpvg49I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/k2jV7p2eWBM/s1600-h/IMG_2340%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2340" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGoZYJbdC-vALi2Rb7GNcsj9sobCPDEbCR9mnet1K0APQAkgcIZcsh0MUrbLoRRN0Jmmp29-nIfoj-T82Dy6VDOLjw59X-VuqGRg1KAmxAved09Stq3wOHUPNSnmZqSoqoLcv7A/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Once we got through that, we went back down to the ocean. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CC2FSRlJldcAOJGxn6xazMXYKj9ALQCUaWjqJBU9iQYtbVMwTcTZ4hyphenhyphensPNpgey97Lpn7csA10FTusY5cUEKeWUwMe4LgvtWrPgWxnIqKHqbAEuBLf2IOOxkM-wZlmhyw9ASAoA/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"><img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="181" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcKiM4w7I/AAAAAAAAB4c/mnRMjxbSbOI/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>We played more “run away” from the waves, and did lots of wading with Mom & Aunt Aimee.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcLCp5KJI/AAAAAAAAB4g/g0C_AcFYoqY/s1600-h/IMG_2342%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2342" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2342" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcLu7BKBI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ZGi_uqfwK4E/IMG_2342_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>We learned how to make sand castles <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcMM0BgcI/AAAAAAAAB4o/G-g66sg8v3w/s1600-h/IMG_2343%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2343" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2343" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/TDfcMh_qxCI/AAAAAAAAB4s/wKnicqL-qrs/IMG_2343_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(Or more accurately, lumps of sand)</p> <p>and generally had a great time. Little S definitely wants to sleep in a tent with Mom & bear again and we will make many more trips to the ocean & beach in the future. Even if it is 60 degrees and overcast!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-35662888833260046642010-05-27T19:56:00.001-07:002010-05-27T19:56:05.773-07:00Embarrassingly late birthday post<p>Better late than never?</p> <p>A balance bike for her birthday <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wnRf_yYI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XjZ8zcuBQJY/s1600-h/IMG_2105%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2105" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-AsvmHUes1k5tQ4qxIk0lV_8Yn7BrAMEjHCMXxwP7E8CGUBAlc6oTJfVtMgriw9pQLzA7Vfg_7ZOfA_HC24JGL7WrfVLmhvt8Vk-Nr2tGoRz6uGZSVvywR5B9EXCj-bnGlUbpA/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>It’s still a little big for her, but she likes to ride it with us holding her. She does get a little confused and ask "pedals?” and try and put her feet where the pedals should be. This bike doesn’t have pedals, but instead she pushes it along with her feet and learns to balance on two wheels. When she has mastered that, we’ll add in pedals and maybe skip the whole training wheel thing. Although it does seem like such a rite of passage, maybe we’ll get some anyway.</p> <p>A book and bubbles</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wozYCHBI/AAAAAAAAB24/t-zAHP_TQrE/s1600-h/IMG_2106%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2106" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wpU7JIaI/AAAAAAAAB28/GVEycFeSgpk/IMG_2106_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Skis</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wp9yeuVI/AAAAAAAAB3A/yzS6VX9OHZQ/s1600-h/IMG_2109%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2109" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2109" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wqq4ttVI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GTu8wHcXUR8/IMG_2109_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Golf clubs (she always loves to watch the golfers when we run by the golf course)</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wrMJ-pTI/AAAAAAAAB3I/YvlRCacum9I/s1600-h/IMG_2117%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2117" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2117" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wrnHGA3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/ods62YMEjSY/IMG_2117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She uses the clubs a little like pool cues, but she makes contact with the club heads to the ball. Then she hides everything under the couch.</p> <p>Birthday call with Grandma and Grandpa Bob <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wsQhpLxI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/7IYskucOxiU/s1600-h/IMG_2122%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2122" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhWkwJDXamFCtXnvF76zr7EGI7M9Nkvt6suVgDhQO9Xa6qgBZTNeKWUaLDvpIlrD9LeBfS2aLcL3-it1fYr-WRJRfOWMQUU9x14IQjr591jYXKNkZv07-bZQJvtK-Jy6U0Ky3BQ/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>and Bob the Builder! Very appropriate.</p> <p>Birthday cupcakes</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wts2Sh0I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/T1u93___vAo/s1600-h/IMG_2127%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2127" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2127" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wuDgzKcI/AAAAAAAAB3c/QNK8oUV3H2U/IMG_2127_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Two candles already. Unbelievable.</p> <p>Less messy this year. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wuli1pOI/AAAAAAAAB3g/tPWn76-BtfA/s1600-h/IMG_2137%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2137" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wvP0vbdI/AAAAAAAAB3k/6VDfL_ANrKc/IMG_2137_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>The Sunday after her birthday, Dad let her try out her new skis. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wvr_J_nI/AAAAAAAAB3o/l5CXkc5TZWM/s1600-h/IMG_2143%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2143" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2143" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wwF1wOOI/AAAAAAAAB3s/GcxY1eqTvKQ/IMG_2143_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The best part of skiing?</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wwlvzIGI/AAAAAAAAB3w/-Mis_rISIX8/s1600-h/IMG_2147%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2147" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2147" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S_8wxENR-DI/AAAAAAAAB30/I-7WoKg0FTA/IMG_2147_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Eating snow.</p> <p>Happy 2nd Birthday monkey!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-17593000043768965722010-05-07T19:24:00.001-07:002010-05-07T19:24:23.470-07:00Twas the week before her birthday<p>Her last week of being one has been a pretty good by most accounts. She’s exhibiting compassion when she wants to make sure the dog is covered with blankets to go to sleep. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLGIH2JUI/AAAAAAAAB1I/8gRs2X0Ghv0/s1600-h/IMG_2068%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2068" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2068" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLG0OAkAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/rgbs98amLlM/IMG_2068_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This was followed by commanding the dog to lay down. Thank goodness Seasha is a good sport! The cat-she would rather have a blanket over her then Little S’ newest trick. Little S has taken to picking Poster the cat up and carrying her around until she gets caught doing it and we make her stop.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLHtp27lI/AAAAAAAAB1U/1E-S-6H0pyc/s1600-h/IMG_2104%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2104" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2104" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLIPdSBuI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/X6TI9Vq3hHE/IMG_2104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Not photographed; the time she tried to pick Poster up by the tail. For being a 15 year old cat, she’s being very tolerant. If this is the end of being one, two ought to be interesting.</p> <p>During her pre-birthday week, we got to spend an afternoon with few friends of mine and their kids. The bittersweet part is that one of the friends is moving back to Tasmania, and little S adored her daughter. Since the house was being packed, there wasn’t much worry about breaking stuff. The kids quickly discovered if they pulled the cushions off the couch, it made for an impressive bounce, jump & play room. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmfMxw7riOLvzqEfi5oJOggmZlTv8NH5NDyL7qTlpZlw3aU2-pxZGmYU7vorZnDZj_Zz6jGjtBOMk-HtQa4n8kaBtgjsMQ8xhF-2qc7PpTMWPcpKp7fPKsIcUR7eUAL_agDLiAg/s1600-h/IMG_2072%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2072" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2072" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLJdN2ffI/AAAAAAAAB1g/85X-loYxJEs/IMG_2072_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>As we enjoyed some adult beverages and grown-up conversation, we suddenly noticed it was quiet. And how were they entertaining themselves? In the bathroom. brushing their teeth. Of course! <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLKGwHIvI/AAAAAAAAB1k/PG6uzB6v0hQ/s1600-h/IMG_2076%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2076" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2076" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLKpRjAHI/AAAAAAAAB1o/-skiwk2OTFM/IMG_2076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and the shower of wonders</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLLEpZTDI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Vc9TgeSGt7g/s1600-h/IMG_2079%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2079" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2079" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLL2TwKZI/AAAAAAAAB1w/mFp4w4remxA/IMG_2079_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(yes, the bathroom is gorgeous. They took the entire house from condemned to amazing in a few years.)</p> <p>As if the bathroom weren’t enough fun, they also had a trampoline!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLMosEtTI/AAAAAAAAB10/scvT9CHwlZI/s1600-h/IMG_2081%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2081" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2081" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLNDtfkaI/AAAAAAAAB14/sQPfoj0c0tQ/IMG_2081_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLN7XlgcI/AAAAAAAAB2A/84saKhEb0jA/s1600-h/IMG_2082%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2082" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2082" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLO5RwQFI/AAAAAAAAB2E/GCZSacXNBts/IMG_2082_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>We will miss them very much! It’s good to know I have friends to visit if I ever get to Tasmania though.</p> <p>Even though the weather has been very un-May like, the outdoor activities are springing up like flowers. We had occasion to travel to the far away and very glamorous hamlet of Cornelius to our friend Tom’s house. She climbed the trees like a big kid (with some help from our friend Jacki)</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLPyA-T8I/AAAAAAAAB2I/aPpPUCjxidA/s1600-h/IMG_2087%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2087" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2087" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLQaWBTpI/AAAAAAAAB2M/m4Lcz_fIPKU/IMG_2087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And we took a walk down the alley behind his house. Cornelius is a more diverse town than our neighborhood and before long, she encountered a couple of brothers. The youngest was three and his older (6?) brother was chasing him around yelling “besito” and trying to get his brother to kiss Little S. Mostly, the little brother was afraid of Little S. Little S just watched the scene, casually drinking out of her sippy cup and being amused at the way the boys were running around.  I convinced her boys are silly and we wandered back to the party, just in time for delicious buffalo steaks off the grill. Yum!</p> <p>To cap off three days of non-stop fun, on Sunday, Big S set out for Mt. Hood with Little S and her ski’s in tow. She sure looked good out there! <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLRJt6y7I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/goVJxE4tsPE/s1600-h/IMG_2091%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2091" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2091" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLRkt22_I/AAAAAAAAB2U/S3qqXb3YZYs/IMG_2091_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Although her favorite part of skiing was eating snow <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLSJMVD1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6fDwBn9wvZI/s1600-h/IMG_2096%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2096" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2096" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLSh_7fgI/AAAAAAAAB2c/jLFthw9UwfY/IMG_2096_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Or other snacks</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLTZxQWPI/AAAAAAAAB2g/xtKnUWvQPZA/s1600-h/IMG_2099%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2099" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2099" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLT3VRLZI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ve5uzRIRVhY/IMG_2099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(She looks SO big!)</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLUiASpoI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Uz8zgBQgzzc/s1600-h/IMG_2100%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2100" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2100" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S-TLVayRnbI/AAAAAAAAB2s/aVrw0NB1HeM/IMG_2100_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Her favorite part of skiing was going in the tunnel that’s over they conveyor belt termed “magic carpet” that the kids use to get to the top of the small incline. At least she was standing up on her ski’s doing it. I’m sure next winter will include a lot more snow time.</p> <p>A great way to end her last weekend of being one and preparing for two!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-60930192559023177262010-04-29T21:15:00.001-07:002010-04-29T21:15:19.711-07:00As April draws to a close<p>Much like exercising, it seems when I take a break from posting here, it’s hard to get started back up again. Not that I don’t want to, and don’t think about it frequently, but thinking and doing-not the same. I <em>feel</em> like things are simmering down every which way enough to say that I might be able to get back to at least a couple of posts a month, but life has a way of making me think that, and then abruptly planning something else.</p> <p>Also, as Little S gets bigger, we just aren’t taking the volume of pictures we used to. Whether it’s forgetting the camera as we go out the door, or more likely, trying to contain her constant motion that doesn’t allow us a free hand for the camera, the volume has definitely subsided. </p> <p>But, here we are, on the cusp of her 2nd birthday already. What an amazing and interesting age. The amount of development in the first two years is so astronomical. Where she was to where she is today is mind-blowing. So much so, that I often forget there’s so much more to go! I’ll see a kid activity that seems like it would be fun and have to stop myself to remember that she’s ONLY two, and not big enough for whatever it is yet.</p> <p>A few weeks ago, this big girl looked downright SASSY all dressed for church.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZR7TIF6I/AAAAAAAAB0o/9z_YW0qTwgA/s1600-h/IMG_2060%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2060" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2060" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZSUZXbeI/AAAAAAAAB0s/ixiurGD2vEc/IMG_2060_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZS_hlu8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/Y3N6dHq0g64/s1600-h/IMG_2059%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2059" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2059" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZTkXRFZI/AAAAAAAAB00/lsmV2b-eG0o/IMG_2059_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>She gets very excited when I cook. She asks for and attempts to drag her stepstool to her special place at the end of the counter where she can help Mommy put things in to the mixing bowl <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZUGGC3rI/AAAAAAAAB04/zJgevXgSkac/s1600-h/IMG_2062%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2062" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2062" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZUkGhisI/AAAAAAAAB08/uocYiRX1cx4/IMG_2062_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and, I think she’s quickly going to learn that helping cook means sampling along the way (even if I am actively discouraging it) <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZVVdauGI/AAAAAAAAB1A/xRpQJG46Tyg/s1600-h/IMG_2063%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2063" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S9pZVvrmF2I/AAAAAAAAB1E/R8OsRoCDA3c/IMG_2063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> <p>The next few days hold several fun gatherings in store with her friends and my friends. I vow to bring the camera and try and actually use it!  As spring gives way to summer, the balance of fun to work will shift to more fun and more photo-worthy moments!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-48100373959169294842010-04-04T21:02:00.001-07:002010-04-04T21:02:26.870-07:00Easter 2010<p>Now that Little S is a walking, talking, comprehending machine, I thought we would try out a few Easter Egg hunts around town.</p> <p>Saturday morning we biked up to the park by our friends Jim & Lisa’s house for their neighborhood egg hunt. I had no idea what to expect, and had visions of Little S being shoved out of the way by bigger kids with visions of chocolate in their sights. This was nothing like that. They had a great under age 3 area roped off. The eggs were going to be pretty hard to find:</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgpkvcz9I/AAAAAAAABzg/GLHgBpmtUGU/s1600-h/IMG_2021%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2021" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2021" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgqa1IlUI/AAAAAAAABzk/XX954-0O0b4/IMG_2021_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I think it all might have been okay except the organizers mentioned that there were some multi-colored eggs that had coupons you could turn in for special prizes. So on the word “go” several parents just dragged their kids out as quick as they could to get those special eggs! (The prizes turned out to be dollar store type items. And the lessons those kids are learning from their parents? Priceless)</p> <p>I wasn’t even sure Little S would quite get the concept of what to do. AND, this being our first Easter egg hunt, Mom left the house in a hurry and a little unprepared. So our Easter basket? We were winging it. <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgq9voc3I/AAAAAAAABzo/blRiDloEbUA/s1600-h/IMG_2023%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2023" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2023" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgrX6b7AI/AAAAAAAABzs/T8XQM75T5DA/IMG_2023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>Yep. Mommy’s bike helmet buckled together to make a handle. I was pretty pleased with my improvisation. And Little S TOTALLY figured out what to do.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgsAe24qI/AAAAAAAABzw/QL5NdJs_vLg/s1600-h/IMG_2025%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgs4B6AgI/AAAAAAAABz0/JDZ-TKxn2Ws/IMG_2025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Her haul of four eggs was perfect. We had practiced finding an egg that morning with a plastic egg with M & M’s. I was worried she would want to open all of the eggs as she was finding them to get the M&M’s, but the spirit of competition must have been strong enough to drive her on! Like any good egg hunter she looked & looked for quite a while after they were clearly gone. And then we ate some candy and played on the crowded playground for about an hour. About the time we were biking back, the rain started up again, but had held off all morning. It also held off for a portion of the afternoon when we ventured to the Zoo for her second easter egg hunt of the day. She was so excited about her basket and the prospect of finding easter eggs that she got her basket in her hands, willingly left the house and wouldn’t let go of her basket for over an hour! That’s some kind of attention span record for her. </p> <p>Here she’s checking out her haul at the zoo <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1EsxvWS5_vKS_LRvt8OLEYu8_nbDtvZl6c3062Uv62-T6rUAAQM_yyoH4qPnN_DrZ1L6XCjese84RNfddvsuUvUq-6uU1T8ncqedmXxLb9o_FSvi-0iOfTH72WTi668znrnnCA/s1600-h/IMG_2027%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2027" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2027" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgurjyGII/AAAAAAAABz8/PD74qeT2Thk/IMG_2027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She met the Easter Bunny as well. She was a little nervous, but the Bunny was great about offering a hand and getting her to not be scared. And by the time she was giving the bunny a hug-the batteries died on the camera!!!! I think we’re ready for next year though, she didn’t want to leave the bunny and kept asking about and trying to go back to the bunny. </p> <p>Then the big day dawned for the egg hunt in her very own house. She quickly found the basket that the easter bunny left <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgvFS7UMI/AAAAAAAAB0A/1mnyptz-0jE/s1600-h/IMG_2034%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2034" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2034" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgvsGyFhI/AAAAAAAAB0E/dMFBofDjngs/IMG_2034_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And proceeded to stuff a Robin’s Egg in her mouth. And it was really too big, so she drooled blue drool all over as she looked for more eggs. <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgwXAVIRI/AAAAAAAAB0I/YLjk_h8FmD0/s1600-h/IMG_2036%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2036" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2036" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgw0EnWpI/AAAAAAAAB0M/JUEnh3tOylw/IMG_2036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>It was hard to convince her to keep looking for eggs because she kept wanting to eat all of the candy in her basket, AND open the eggs and eat whatever she could out of those. </p> <p>After her fourth egg hunt of the weekend at church, Easter afternoon didn’t involve any more egg hunts. It did involve some new friends that adored Little S</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgxahprRI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/38KZDR9zMe8/s1600-h/IMG_2047%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2047" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2047" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgx86N-YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/LCyzMeU_tJ8/IMG_2047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Some music from a talented mandolin player (in the background of the photo)</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgyp5In9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NAt4_JkV53Y/s1600-h/IMG_2048%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2048" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2048" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgzKRr_nI/AAAAAAAAB0c/YhtzXpetMRs/IMG_2048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Which she was attempting to clog to as he played. Having learned how to clog back in <a href="http://orsportgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-weekend.html" target="_blank">January</a> at the Old Time Music Festival. One of our friends even commented “is she clogging to the music?” I guess when she hears bluegrass she knows she should be clogging! Add that to her list of dance lessons someday.</p> <p>The force is strong with this one <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lgzsazMvI/AAAAAAAAB0g/D-mmp1npaEk/s1600-h/IMG_2050%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2050" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lg0XP0BII/AAAAAAAAB0k/ZbgJGTmYz08/IMG_2050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Little S’ Easter 2010 was definitely a fun-filled one. And now everyone is ready for a good night’s candy fueled sleep.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-81552374285796760802010-04-04T20:31:00.001-07:002010-04-04T20:31:17.786-07:00Aunt A’s last visit<p>Last visit? Was it so horrible she’s never allowed back? Quite the opposite. Her spring break in Portland was the last time she’ll be visiting. Next time she touches the ground here she’ll be moving here! We’re very much looking forward to that this summer!</p> <p>She hosted her own birthday party, tasking advantage of what would turn out to be the end of the nice weather.</p> <p>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZSh3hdwI/AAAAAAAAByQ/RmQT5YOLheA/s1600-h/IMG_1998%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1998" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1998" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZTojYv0I/AAAAAAAAByU/EBziwBqdkqw/IMG_1998_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p></p> <p>Just as well so she doesn’t harbor any illusions about what winter here is like. In fact, it turned so wintry that Big S took a day to go skiing in what is rumored to be waist deep powder. On March 30, nonetheless. So Aunt A and I took Little S to her first gymnastics class! It was so much fun. We worked on front rolls</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZUUcH-uI/AAAAAAAAByY/Y9JU_lXXOLA/s1600-h/IMG_2002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2002" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZVK6Kl4I/AAAAAAAAByc/EV_Fx-fQtU8/IMG_2002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZV0Z6EcI/AAAAAAAAByg/gfLglREaiMk/s1600-h/100_0475%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0475" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0475" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZW6w2_bI/AAAAAAAAByk/L9-X2r-0n88/100_0475_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>We played with the parachute <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZXhhYIBI/AAAAAAAAByo/6Z1rNHd89Bs/s1600-h/IMG_2009%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2009" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZYCnLuMI/AAAAAAAABys/qlFztkjn264/IMG_2009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and many more fun games, including jumping on a trampoline that weren’t captured on film. She’s got at least three more weeks of this fun class that Dad gets to take her to. Maybe there will be some more photos soon.</p> <p>Aunt A also took Little S to a fire truck that was just idling around the corner. She met three nice firefighters who gave her a Junior Firefighter sticker that she is very proud of</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZY82BMlI/AAAAAAAAByw/aag1DVsOwAs/s1600-h/IMG_2020%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2020" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2020" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZZW1F-rI/AAAAAAAABy0/j-_VnGR5_io/IMG_2020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Spending time with your cool Aunt A means things that Mom & Dad might not let you do</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZZ7iwqSI/AAAAAAAABy4/3O2VeED2Y1s/s1600-h/100_0485%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0485" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0485" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZbHQXrTI/AAAAAAAABy8/5Jz9ISedZ_c/100_0485_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> Like go all out on the face paints at the Children’s Museum. Guess who will also be sneaking her out to buy makeup before Mom & Dad say it’s okay???</p> <p>“Hello, Aunt A? Mom won’t let me get a tattoo. Can you take me?”</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZb5pDRdI/AAAAAAAABzA/oNMMBUNzI-4/s1600-h/100_0508%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0508" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0508" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZcnDQx9I/AAAAAAAABzE/x9NtECaQvdc/100_0508_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Wonder where she will have learned about tattoos? <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZdgrBPII/AAAAAAAABzI/YcrwZoaHFDY/s1600-h/100_0534%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0534" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0534" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZeDyfglI/AAAAAAAABzM/9ezYHH29yHI/100_0534_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZe6C1rpI/AAAAAAAABzQ/CLlw9BuGHtI/s1600-h/100_0535%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0535" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0535" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZfdHgTvI/AAAAAAAABzU/hmM59lRXR-I/100_0535_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Little S definitely had a great week and can’t wait until Aunt A is not several states away, but hopefully only a few miles (or less) away!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZgWfllhI/AAAAAAAABzY/UzFWBpbS5RY/s1600-h/100_0540%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="100_0540" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0540" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S7lZg3GIXoI/AAAAAAAABzc/W-QhS0xbPtQ/100_0540_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-45113072428814377522010-03-20T22:03:00.001-07:002010-03-20T22:03:41.170-07:00Vitamin D<p>When the doctor put us on a multivitamin over a year ago to make sure Little S was getting enough Vitamin D, I kind of chuckled. This child gets more sunshine and fresh air than most kids her age and certainly than most adults. Prescribing sunscreen seemed like a better plan. (Don’t worry, we had her on them. And we put sunscreen on her)</p> <p>Today was practically an overdose of Vitamin D. Day #2 of unseasonably warm weather and a Saturday! We packed up the backpack and the dog to meet two other friends and four other dogs. At the end of our walk, Little S was released to walk also. And pet the doggies. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WoiWzAv_I/AAAAAAAABxQ/cct48lEerWg/s1600-h/IMG_1978%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1978" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1978" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WojLbp8CI/AAAAAAAABxU/6ep0stl3pZY/IMG_1978_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>“Auntie” Sunny and Little S’ favorite dog friend Abby. </p> <p>All that excitement and it was nap time. We had to rest up for more adventures in the afternoon. </p> <p>After nap, we loaded up to go meet our friends E’llee and her Mama Deb for a bike ride. We hopped on our bikes to <a href="http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id=149">Blue Lake Park.</a> It was great! There was more diversity on the playground in an hour than Little S gets in a week. We must have heard 4 or 5 languages. Little S got some chips and crackers from a friendly Hispanic family. The girls were all eager to show her tricks they knew and she was mostly into staring at their little boy in the stroller. They taught her “Adios” and I got her to say “Gracias”.</p> <p>While we played we went into the tunnel/slidey thing over and over <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WojunxNUI/AAAAAAAABxY/Z5dOJIvVvkY/s1600-h/IMG_1982%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1982" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1982" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WokH9A_FI/AAAAAAAABxc/XvlcF1aA6Ns/IMG_1982_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>At one point as she was getting climbed over by some bigger kids, she decided to get comfy</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6Woklh5UqI/AAAAAAAABxg/ILcyOPeOHGU/s1600-h/IMG_1991%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1991" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1991" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WokyFQu9I/AAAAAAAABxk/TwhCeZVA-e0/IMG_1991_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She scaled mountains</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WolnwF1kI/AAAAAAAABxo/iUabZcRY_4c/s1600-h/IMG_1984%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1984" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1984" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WomEBPFrI/AAAAAAAABxs/RkQMdcLIJaA/IMG_1984_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6Wom7bIRrI/AAAAAAAABxw/bnqx6onGrn0/s1600-h/IMG_1989%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1989" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1989" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WonUmU23I/AAAAAAAABx0/Pwyq728okFM/IMG_1989_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She climbed a new thing completely fearlessly <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WooDfchPI/AAAAAAAABx4/9jNCcNE7ezs/s1600-h/IMG_1993%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1993" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1993" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WoolJ492I/AAAAAAAABx8/_LqS_N-n2hM/IMG_1993_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>E’llee and Little S did some sliding too.  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WopZ1FHyI/AAAAAAAAByA/PESbl_Z7TF4/s1600-h/IMG_1986%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1986" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1986" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6Wopx8uH6I/AAAAAAAAByE/izfR44lQ1UQ/IMG_1986_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WoqtdJ_WI/AAAAAAAAByI/G-J_ClCTm2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1988%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1988" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1988" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6WorKAWAkI/AAAAAAAAByM/5ixXt6VUPIo/IMG_1988_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The camera got put away for the ride home and the playing on the sandy beach beside the river. </p> <p>Then, to cap off a perfect first day of spring day, we made burgers and fries for dinner with some Vitamin “B”(eer) for Mommy and Daddy.</p> <p>It was a well balanced diet!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-74648760845625706352010-03-18T21:57:00.001-07:002010-03-18T21:57:39.196-07:00Pic-o-rama<p>We actually found something that Little S was afraid of. She wouldn’t get in the boat. Very unlike her-Jim made it look so fun!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MD8o1Th4I/AAAAAAAABvc/e5z6xA0eKfY/s1600-h/IMG_1934%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1934" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1934" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MD9eGDhpI/AAAAAAAABvg/akTlJ2Ru8Bk/IMG_1934_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The afternoon was sunny but chilly and was spent with our friends Jim & Lisa. Tree sitting</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MD-NkS32I/AAAAAAAABvk/rOWS6xvUTt0/s1600-h/IMG_1936%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1936" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1936" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MD_bcKThI/AAAAAAAABvs/6ms00lSQNW8/IMG_1936_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>sliding on the crazy jagged slide <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEAMkMnEI/AAAAAAAABvw/s9K6xahStN0/s1600-h/IMG_1938%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1938" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1938" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEA5xhApI/AAAAAAAABv0/vxxsrHJ1Ekc/IMG_1938_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>(this thing HURTS if you’re a grown-up. it slams you around side to side. it’s amazing the kids don’t come out of it upside-down)</p> <p>Little S shared the toys with Jim <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEcEsf09GIeJxAuxmI3NiQtjE0ckhtCyonLJ2HZhugxx9hB3pZ-MtOP68HTrvo4my8chfZy3SSXKLmtDIOGmfxrATHIzkemXYcfY5QwVpcUBZC7NVu5TQe8hZUP2krHKPs2P5zw/s1600-h/IMG_1942%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1942" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1942" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEC2a-yOI/AAAAAAAABv8/idzYjmRC1AI/IMG_1942_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Once she learned how to ride it from Jim, she took a spin on the “cycle” <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEDuNgdfI/AAAAAAAABwA/cScLnduOHyE/s1600-h/IMG_1944%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1944" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1944" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEEY9FXdI/AAAAAAAABwE/moFPAHHHAWY/IMG_1944_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Daddy has taught her to climb things. And when she runs out of hands, she uses her fifth point of contact <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEFEnGI8I/AAAAAAAABwI/s3Zl_PPSjPs/s1600-h/IMG_1946%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1946" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1946" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEFsfv0VI/AAAAAAAABwM/Y24jD3TIfWk/IMG_1946_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The Chin Hook.</p> <p>A little peekaboo at the zoo</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEGdkXQ-I/AAAAAAAABwQ/N0wbMuxrQGo/s1600-h/IMG_1953%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1953" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1953" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xyN5LI92Qx-M0H-p7_eQVuqvq4oCa_lNPVTHeycptiYVZ4U_OssNevkX54XckgcX8zjmp_ZjAxtmuqcy1YZ2ydlzzRW7YxKBMdA7S1TqRxhso4Yt-DN6a1dpcNfYtMVj4ksj3w/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Buckling dollies in for a ride. Safety first.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEHn72dkI/AAAAAAAABwY/Hj1gWKRfyKo/s1600-h/IMG_1961%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1961" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1961" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEICcjbMI/AAAAAAAABwc/-7_7x-_Lj70/IMG_1961_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>“Push. Dollies”</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEIwyj89I/AAAAAAAABwg/v-ZEHV9b28I/s1600-h/IMG_1963%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1963" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1963" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEJVbq7II/AAAAAAAABwk/5oFDbQ3Zd7o/IMG_1963_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>“Dolly fall”</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEKNAhqkI/AAAAAAAABwo/w3e9w0aSe-w/s1600-h/IMG_1967%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1967" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1967" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEK_1gxEI/AAAAAAAABws/NZBwJd1SoXI/IMG_1967_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Her hair isn’t always in her eyes. She’s gotten used to us pulling it back. We tried a new style. It took some work but OH <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MELidv3-I/AAAAAAAABww/FF2RhULMnbg/s1600-h/IMG_1969%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1969" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1969" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEMFpigII/AAAAAAAABw0/VofXi9-z5AU/IMG_1969_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This face is cute on the outside and pure trouble on the inside. Trust us!  <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_GToAczziGasrxGYRnTvjvemxbuwTscFAOAkc3AGBV3Raojw_o3EepXfGgvaFyB5diSfxy3vn92SaEX-7JtHTwGx6CqU_fqzFZQ9XYCMwtfy81hEXypSaLL1_3lfBDcpsgUPvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1970%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1970" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1970" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MENvxCgfI/AAAAAAAABw8/UXHb6UhgyAQ/IMG_1970_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>She’s getting older and learning to two-fist it <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGFSRkueCISNNqL7ew6VHqk4VDerhyYgX7pS3VYw0xFO07FppkVa58-jcfeGOzSaSKICYMLU-aXdZPqAhDQzK77wIxOeXwvHalbc3xky7hU2GGY6P4PZRVwnnbBuVpbDENB6T6w/s1600-h/IMG_1971%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1971" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1971" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEPFTeV-I/AAAAAAAABxE/8RXpBssthYQ/IMG_1971_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEQEu3-2I/AAAAAAAABxI/HXUNSBFBHg0/s1600-h/IMG_1972%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1972" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1972" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S6MEQglHoNI/AAAAAAAABxM/6MyHU2Mwvko/IMG_1972_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>The pictures are harder to capture because she is on the move, and so are we. Every day is more fun than the last.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-15175869428468811282010-03-12T22:01:00.001-08:002010-03-12T22:01:40.130-08:00Good Ole Dad!<p>You know it’s been a while since you’ve blogged when the tool I use to write these is no longer in my start menu.</p> <p>Since my life has been utterly consumed with all things cookie, thank goodness for Dad. He’s been the one who always makes sure that Little S has fun every day. And with Mommy busy, he’s been bringing his “A” game! Thanks Dad! Wufyou.</p> <p>We were lucky to have Nana & Jim come visit for a few days. They turned the house into a dance floor</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqB7vUuZI/AAAAAAAABtw/RgejWUaxijo/s1600-h/IMG_1893%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1893" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1893" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqCSMepLI/AAAAAAAABt0/gtbcX0RJk1M/IMG_1893_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Nana teaching Little S some dance steps</p> <p>On a rare non-work moment, and an even rarer (this winter) rainy day, Little S played with the boys up the street. Where she learned fun things like holding on to mud pies. The end result you’ll see all over her hands <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqDHiVFoI/AAAAAAAABt4/D9uMrs_MCos/s1600-h/IMG_1896%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1896" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1896" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqDoHKVVI/AAAAAAAABt8/SFdhlO-YPCI/IMG_1896_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and knees</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrHdGlJ5yipDZuMtqJ1DpoJZFWT2XQ6xZXzWnKqREIls6876hJXHpkTr9TxxOgVMip7QWbUJnLM6Q7Ex3zXqX4TUiEqcktdGjms9cm6_0nkGdmAygs0a6v2psWs5phtmCZNmdvg/s1600-h/IMG_1898%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1898" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1898" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqE-u4DgI/AAAAAAAABuE/H89y7qR8vtA/IMG_1898_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a></p> <p>As the 5 year old is rolling around on the ground with her, helping her fall down for the ending of Ring around the Rosie, and then happily putting gravel in her hood, and his Dad keeps apologizing for them playing so rough with her, I am trying to reassure him that we don’t want to raise a wimpy girl. She’s not crying, she can take it. And she loved it all. Fortunately her mud pie lesson hasn’t been something she’s practiced again. Yet.</p> <p>Being Daddy’s little helper, she had a great time, and daresay was an integral part of the new couch getting assembled.  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqFpmnx4I/AAAAAAAABuI/8YYrM9fX6Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1904%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1904" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1904" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqGDQitmI/AAAAAAAABuM/r9oZD8he_IA/IMG_1904_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqG5PywcI/AAAAAAAABuQ/UhchTavsIO4/s1600-h/IMG_1905%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1905" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1905" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqHF3msNI/AAAAAAAABuU/t9DYDg4rJPU/IMG_1905_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqHxI8YYI/AAAAAAAABuY/BKroJ5fV-PU/s1600-h/IMG_1906%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1906" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1906" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqIGGDBXI/AAAAAAAABuc/oOyt_1KpgbQ/IMG_1906_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>It passed her inspection.</p> <p>The unseasonably nice weather continued, so Dad took her out a lot. She FINALLY lets us pull her hair up out of her eyes. So, she now has that stereotypical toddler <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pebbles_Flintstone">Pebbles</a> ponytail</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqI4BXCTI/AAAAAAAABug/PGygzs_ZmLs/s1600-h/IMG_1914%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1914" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1914" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqJSigV1I/AAAAAAAABuk/x83HGyWoGVs/IMG_1914_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and a cute track suit to go with it. Thanks Grammie K!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqKAlp2CI/AAAAAAAABuo/i6TViixcFJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1916%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1916" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1916" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqKhazVWI/AAAAAAAABus/tKp4V2f-tAY/IMG_1916_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>One exciting addition to our household was a new bike trailer. We’ve been wanting one for a while and finally got one. Big S took some video of Little S enjoying herself back there.</p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c22abd9e-182b-48c1-b718-3a6123a9c016" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="f6fd0ede-d4f3-41ad-b8f8-e78df9148a09" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7x7HaxXitc&feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqLLvnKVI/AAAAAAAABuw/Ab1GZm2kWRY/videob2e8ed98b034%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f6fd0ede-d4f3-41ad-b8f8-e78df9148a09'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/D7x7HaxXitc&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/D7x7HaxXitc&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p>She LOVES it! She gets mad when she has to ride in the regular jogging stroller and asks for “bike” a lot. With the cover on, she can’t throw things our of it, so last weekend she was happy as a clam as Mommy went for a ride with her friend. We rode about an hour, stopped at the park for 45 minutes of playing, and rode back. She hardly made a fuss at all. Mom couldn’t be happier!</p> <p>Thanks to Dad, she got to visit one of her favorite places-the SOO (zoo).</p> <p>Nice Kitty</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqL-kSULI/AAAAAAAABu0/UBGKc3fbW_4/s1600-h/IMG_1917%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1917" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1917" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqMW6Kz0I/AAAAAAAABu4/N9vedvSY07E/IMG_1917_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>That unseasonably nice weather? Finally turned seasonable with some snow flurries on what started as a sunny morning. (those streaks are falling snow)</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVkUTwD752_N7RPsKOvBP0O9dVDgJCpFZJQYVhCMwkGJ-oi2QEyjlbPGYBF-UaQ-DFV1uRbCiEoClcvE6UqofCAGCgz1Q__zNKKb0G1dDZZL6WJL9ehrNF6jk4y08e93y_11xVg/s1600-h/IMG_1921%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1921" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1921" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JiXe49qXSGn6mNUu6huVIEJvqEsEJUC5E_8nOFRR89kS2BH-GYNObDAL7hyERMkmMzPFfexi2BA_H05W-JXP-SYxaOOpVdLiLq43SAFmhiEzDRxpjtPWmds9rkMMvC0UlH1POA/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Since she couldn’t play outside, she did some interior redecorating for us <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqOBari6I/AAAAAAAABvE/caU8STVoatU/s1600-h/IMG_1928%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1928" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1928" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqOtUDBxI/AAAAAAAABvI/i1k2pYcyEuA/IMG_1928_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>by pulling all the mugs off of the shelf near her highchair. Fortunately, super Dad was on it and none ended up in shards on the floor. </p> <p>And finally. Mommy’s cookie season was almost over and she got to actually enjoy the company of her daughter. Who has rock star aspirations, while eating </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqPXe3GyI/AAAAAAAABvM/4rowK2k10T4/s1600-h/IMG_1930%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1930" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1930" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqPyoHhxI/AAAAAAAABvQ/WDux_sbkxjo/IMG_1930_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and even at our friend A’s house <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqQRWT2uI/AAAAAAAABvU/UL-v95VEHuA/s1600-h/IMG_1932%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1932" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1932" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S5sqQ97N6VI/AAAAAAAABvY/Maj1WUPNgtU/IMG_1932_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I think she was recruiting her to join the band.</p> <p>Well on our way to having a two year old who keeps us guessing, and in awe of her amazing daily developments.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-33668929221604568892010-02-19T21:23:00.001-08:002010-02-19T21:23:22.915-08:00An April like week in February<p>The weather has been much more April than February like. Much though I still don’t like it, we’ve made the most of the sunny & 60 degree days in a few stolen moments.</p> <p>Monday was a holiday and Big S was out of town for 3 days for work. So Mom managed to tear herself away from work a little and go on a walk around the block with Little S. In case you were wondering, walking around ONE (1) city block takes her about 40 minutes sometimes. Not because her legs are that short, but just because there are SO!MANY!EXCITING!THINGS!TO!SEE! </p> <p>And a public apology to all of our neighbors. She’s obsessed with all of your driveways, stairs and lawns. Thanks for not minding two strangers hanging out in your yard for an excessively long time. </p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:de6ba643-72d0-4486-b905-3d72c8987973" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="eac96aa1-f078-4725-a137-b5feb164b4a4" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1kZeQJixQc&feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xhKn_DKI/AAAAAAAABrY/1e_qJyY2mgU/video6f2b06825bfe%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('eac96aa1-f078-4725-a137-b5feb164b4a4'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/e1kZeQJixQc&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/e1kZeQJixQc&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7d0591fc-e351-475a-8bc7-509a244e058c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="28f28f76-abda-4044-820e-59949bfa960a" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_7eovJQgtw&feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xhyEHUKI/AAAAAAAABrc/CvGcadfQ1e8/videod78fc4da5078%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('28f28f76-abda-4044-820e-59949bfa960a'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/8_7eovJQgtw&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/8_7eovJQgtw&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p>One of her favorite driveways having both a hill and stairs! (and kids, so hopefully understanding parents)</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xiqbDCHI/AAAAAAAABrg/S7FHbaLFs6A/s1600-h/IMG_1859%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1859" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1859" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GCer71ChsRcOBLgJKoqrVDpdgbt3kb2kmG0QLldqhAIgYTlXw2zmryCzSYOnic9Vrvnw8aoxDQvT00xfZDyPnpVHayEBdmhmX1UwCwbxrA_-JNpdeK_x6f4rVmK7q72KORUIdA/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Oh right. This particular walk also was a bike ride. Well, occasionally.</p> <p>Hat off</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xj4u4BDI/AAAAAAAABro/VkPwGY0uk70/s1600-h/IMG_1860%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1860" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1860" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xkR7F7mI/AAAAAAAABrs/G3zUkt9VvOQ/IMG_1860_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Off Bike. (Not allowed to ride without it)</p> <p>Hat on</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErL_hNQOpcM4AFkwCY8eMB-DIgl4xEob-GIKWV2BPh7FbYbkjuTnnAy2olvBRSVq3MvKm4CX7xCzKWlNeytrNWTV30MpQEz3KrhjmK70t-LyNhuyv8VuoWIESo1jNLXpuPYxvuA/s1600-h/IMG_1862%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1862" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1862" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xlq9ZS3I/AAAAAAAABr0/ejzfg6NUxEI/IMG_1862_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>On bike. And our favorite of late (except not really)</p> <p>SELF!</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xmK5mvaI/AAAAAAAABr4/NZqlohS9-fU/s1600-h/IMG_1864%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1864" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1864" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xmsqCHDI/AAAAAAAABr8/0V7MsepQX54/IMG_1864_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>As she’s usually SCREAMING it at us that she wants to do it herself. Even if she can’t. She’s going to try and then get mad that it’s not working. And to think we couldn’t wait for her to get more independent.</p> <p>So, she gave up. And found a small hole in the sidewalk. With small pebbles. Who knew I’d been missing it all these years?</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOoq1tDSeZzhgVSKFssiNfEeEOsf3fFz7N2_g1arhAHDNPsWK74Aj5UDx_NJ7ZRo2mAJA_fOeuNEJEDEP616S7RN-vuDBCvhPvKaNthOOe72TOqPgPLEBDnPglyY5otd6LqS_8w/s1600-h/IMG_1869%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1869" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1869" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xn71RkII/AAAAAAAABsE/psbwjnY0waw/IMG_1869_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>A closer look at this interesting sight <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xo-q3YfI/AAAAAAAABsI/EslBfzEpLXk/s1600-h/IMG_1870%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1870" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1870" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xpGSdcAI/AAAAAAAABsM/whZf0nmKE4Y/IMG_1870_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Still not close enough</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xqFY0R-I/AAAAAAAABsQ/eKJreWHz-K0/s1600-h/IMG_1872%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1872" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1872" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xqUY5MrI/AAAAAAAABsU/HgPEFYWOh2Y/IMG_1872_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And then she licked the hole/pebbles. </p> <p>At least she’s really good about spitting things out when I put my hand in front of her mouth…</p> <p>And this was the last happy face after I told her to stop eating them and right before I told her “no” again, so she kicked off her boots in anger and I carried the bike, her helmet. her boots and a MAD wiggling, kicking & screaming baby the rest of the way home. Where she had a nice long nap.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xrVapzFI/AAAAAAAABsY/xKDawxBHgHs/s1600-h/IMG_1871%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1871" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1871" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xrtj8eDI/AAAAAAAABsc/wqi-IgbKqbY/IMG_1871_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Which left her refreshed for an afternoon at OMSI with Auntie Sunny. </p> <p>I know we see a lot of squirrels in the neighborhood, but we were still amazed when she took (was handed) some of the play acorns from another kid and knew exactly where they went and what to do with them <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xsU0O2PI/AAAAAAAABsg/oAKP2B7CUXs/s1600-h/IMG_1874%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1874" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1874" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xs3KkUoI/AAAAAAAABsk/vEdxnH3w6QE/IMG_1874_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>That would be storing them in the tree for winter.</p> <p>They had a big table with Legos out too. She loves building things. Especially with Auntie Sunny’s help. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xtQSiNLI/AAAAAAAABso/S2_X0f9DSbI/s1600-h/IMG_1877%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1877" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1877" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xt8koQ8I/AAAAAAAABss/_joTcCOKYgA/IMG_1877_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Little S clearly doesn’t mind the sand between her toes, or anywhere else <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xupQ-O5I/AAAAAAAABsw/enhiVim1cNA/s1600-h/IMG_1879%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1879" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1879" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xuwEagnI/AAAAAAAABs0/a2WWrzqE4l4/IMG_1879_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The nice weather held all week and I managed to eke out a little extra time Wednesday afternoon so she didn’t have a whole week with the  poor babysitter since Dad was out of town. So, we headed for the park. Where she was all things SLIDE. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xvjVVWpI/AAAAAAAABs4/H1CpJ81MIck/s1600-h/IMG_1883%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1883" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1883" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xvxssISI/AAAAAAAABs8/59wTbM53Mtw/IMG_1883_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> <p>After convincing me to go down the big slide with her the first time (I tell you what. It is not meant for Mommy hips) She decided that this was the day that “I Did it. Self.” In her words. </p> <p>It’s not so much the slide as the fact that there’s a pretty big step up to get into it. But the past few weeks she has become the stair MASTER taking stairs with a lot less “Mommy hand” and a lot more “self. SELF”. and she is successful. Climbing up and down all but the steepest stairs without our hands and without a handrail while remaining upright the whole time. That is something to be proud of “self”. And the results are that she can now climb up to and go down this slide <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xwoY97fI/AAAAAAAABtA/2aOrkZvnB2I/s1600-h/IMG_1886%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1886" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1886" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xxX49sfI/AAAAAAAABtE/7ZvasdhuGvE/IMG_1886_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>Again and again and again.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S39xx5sxoTI/AAAAAAAABtI/BwSCfxKYCmc/s1600-h/IMG_1885%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1885" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1885" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8MrUaX5bGr_on8iOCvG3RDU23pK_BrKSQ5b0nGA8NhZRSIrbRDtM4eZ_DnZj07KZC991ZpsxrzZMSKXgzuf7b2J9JzF9r9ZVgw5wj8mrP905O9paoKBwHNqo37v6akd2q-m29Lw/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>These sunny days have been fun for all of us. </p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-38779120809424943842010-02-14T20:30:00.001-08:002010-02-14T20:30:18.054-08:00Valentine’s Day in the Rain<p>You know it’s time for a new couch when the old one starts eating your baby</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNtf9QGoI/AAAAAAAABqY/VnNpgNYF2rA/s1600-h/IMG_1833%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1833" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1833" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49drRhoEUJT_RZHPGpZwoXrpCxeWIATn68AvKGf4Btlqq1y5nwzGw_J5Q0Mtf9tamwIpnRJrOY-SvlX6chAp10z6VK1504pz-i7367hIR5WmWM0BPIcxRAsxHYzEc4pvAvGIf7Q/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Any and all suggestions of where to find tough, stain resistant, affordable, and not baby eating couches are welcome. </p> <p>Saturday morning was strange. After a good night of sleep following a string of not good nights, Little S was really mellow. She happily entertained herself in the corner (I know, nobody puts baby in the corner, but what if she puts herself there?*) <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNuVKgObI/AAAAAAAABqg/I7kuqHDJucA/s1600-h/IMG_1835%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1835" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1835" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNu84q1rI/AAAAAAAABqk/SFPfjxe2dCE/IMG_1835_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>reading book after book. Of course this is the one day I had to be somewhere for work and not just working on the computer. She always knows…</p> <p>For work, I had a special shirt for her to wear. She was VERY excited about it too. And every time she was leaning back so you could see the shirt & I went to take the picture, she decided she was ready for her close up</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNvlK_hII/AAAAAAAABqo/bLVaRYGkxfs/s1600-h/IMG_1836%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1836" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1836" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNv25tzPI/AAAAAAAABqs/b0RCiNc8K6M/IMG_1836_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And would L-E-A-N in to the camera. The little ham. So, that picture of her utter cuteness in a shirt that’s way too big (Youth small) will have to wait for another, less hammy day.</p> <p>Fortunately the day afforded us a chance for a walk. But, it’s kind of far after a few blocks, so, she found a perfectly wet rock wall to sit on <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNw2a336I/AAAAAAAABqw/7p-GNxuue9o/s1600-h/IMG_1839%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1839" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1839" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNxUOybJI/AAAAAAAABq0/bb_n_GIQvD0/IMG_1839_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>where she proceeded to try and convince me to sit on the wet brush next to her. I wasn’t biting. I’m a pretty bad Mom that way.</p> <p>She is such a parrot in both words and actions right now. Monkey see:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNyD78NOI/AAAAAAAABq4/IcMHzsIZOJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1845%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1845" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1845" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNy9o87fI/AAAAAAAABq8/qrH2VOeKDLE/IMG_1845_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(“Doggie. back” yes. doggie scratching her back) Monkey do:</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNzUr4saI/AAAAAAAABrA/iI1FBRLDruo/s1600-h/IMG_1842%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1842" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1842" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jNz6aB6LI/AAAAAAAABrE/Phz9fI46_nU/IMG_1842_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>(“fia. back” Yes. You’re scratching your back too.) </p> <p>as she’s rolling around on the ground and I’m wondering what the neighbors must think. “No, we don’t just put her food in a bowl on the ground and Yes. If I could potty train her to the lawn, you bet I would in a heartbeat!”</p> <p>Today was a pretty good El Nino weather day. Rain in the morning, than mostly sunny all afternoon and mid-50’s. That is, until we went to go to the park because Little S was LOSING it! and needed to burn off some energy. </p> <p>And within just a few minutes of getting to the park, a nice little downpour. Big S tried to get Little S to the covered area. The minute her feet hit the ground, she took off, right back for the rain. Such an Oregonian-turning her face to the rain <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jN0la3MuI/AAAAAAAABrI/cUd5BPkJxzY/s1600-h/IMG_1854%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1854" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1854" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jN0zOrahI/AAAAAAAABrM/GJKw2v3uCuk/IMG_1854_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Drenched to the core and still having fun? Check. <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jN12zUktI/AAAAAAAABrQ/UDfS8-5ElGs/s1600-h/IMG_1858%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1858" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1858" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S3jN2L5MNBI/AAAAAAAABrU/NsSZbuUqGRw/IMG_1858_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Was it a Happy Valentine’s Day (Or Happy Birthday if you asked Little S to say it)?  I would say so!</p> <p> </p> <p>*A reference to the film “Dirty Dancing” in case you were wondering</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-25274548893799560052010-02-07T20:52:00.001-08:002010-02-07T20:52:47.938-08:00Dancing Pants<p>I was warned earlier today by my ever cautious husband not to use the blender without checking it first. Lest I miss this <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YgQSPckI/AAAAAAAABpI/W5qzJTcVeq0/s1600-h/IMG_1820%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1820" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1820" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijl8uJltlit3pIMd1KhNJ7rGU_avmx2DsXswjfwl-vrx8SgxYSpu0E7G83gDA-N532tg5SiQowpxHB5L1FSAc6eitqKsnHQQhO-DO3CYCscvtkx0JPNEi0eozb9S49YegG1sIIPQ/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Little S’ stuffed dog with a book in the middle. I don’t know what you would call it, but it always reminds me of the joke about outside a dog, a book is man’s best friend…</p> <p>As we were picking out clothes this morning, I was asking Little S what she wanted to wear and she managed to find a pair that was kind of at the back and that she had mostly outgrown. She points to them and says “dance”. So, today she wore her “dancing pants”. And dance she did-even though it’s kind of hard to tell because well, it is a still picture<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YhY5LmgI/AAAAAAAABpQ/4zPquiwb894/s1600-h/IMG_1821%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1821" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1821" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YjLbUOKI/AAAAAAAABpU/3bilV0XJt9U/IMG_1821_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Ringing the bell along with the music </p> <p>She also discovered my hydration system. Which she delighted in both drinking out of and taking on a walk around the house telling Mommy and Daddy both “DRINK”</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YjrnKh8I/AAAAAAAABpY/h2GvvFI5q4g/s1600-h/IMG_1825%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1825" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1825" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YkMCFK8I/AAAAAAAABpc/j7Iz3DUeYGQ/IMG_1825_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-Ykl8tL9I/AAAAAAAABpg/OkC4K2luxms/s1600-h/IMG_1829%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1829" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1829" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YlHNNjXI/AAAAAAAABpk/GP1DY330Klk/IMG_1829_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-Yl9jX8cI/AAAAAAAABps/8gtFC7RJ8vE/s1600-h/IMG_1824%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1824" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1824" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YmVM3f7I/AAAAAAAABpw/RZ2jTh-WtFY/IMG_1824_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>“DRINK!”.   I guess we looked thirsty.</p> <p>Taking advantage of yet another nice afternoon (sorry mid-atlantic states residents. I’m jealous of your snow) we took a family walk before the big game. And it was such a great Sunday that we even had time to stop and smell the snow crocuses.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-Ym0XgNlI/AAAAAAAABp0/Wn8NhBxK5wA/s1600-h/IMG_1831%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1831" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1831" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2-YnVVqFqI/AAAAAAAABp4/r8WY9t0_qVA/IMG_1831_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-24743182803578910332010-02-06T22:48:00.001-08:002010-02-06T22:48:56.199-08:00Saturday in the snow<p>Thanks to my friend T for organizing a snowshoe adventure. After our first visit to the snow, I hadn’t been that enthused to get Little S back up there. It’s a long drive to play in the snow for 15 minutes and have to leave with a cranky toddler. But, with a large group of us going, I figured more people to entertain Little S, we might last for maybe 30 minutes and then we could always go back to the car or just walk around the parking lot or something. </p> <p>Plus, Big S’ store rents out a sled specifically for towing kids behind you as you as you X-country ski. or snowshoe. So even though she hates being tied down, I was thinking we could do a combo walk/pull.</p> <p>The day was dry-definitely a bonus. We got two cars, 7 adults, 2 kids and 2 dogs up to the mountain at a reasonable hour. There hasn’t been much fresh snow and the trail was crusted over bumpy terrain. Which meant that with all the ruts, Little S tipped over fairly quickly. That made her less than enthused about the sled. So, after some complaining, I let her out to walk a little.</p> <p>  <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iSWY39jI/AAAAAAAABoo/Lu_nDIhojXw/s1600-h/IMG_1815%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1815" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1815" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iS_TVRJI/AAAAAAAABos/ddZmmR3HD_I/IMG_1815_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And get carried a little. The crusty snow that wasn’t so good for the sled at least made walking possible for Little S instead of sinking.  However, we weren’t going to get very far that way.  Fortunately the other girl with us, Abby hopped in the sled for a while. Because she was a MUCH bigger girl, Little S was enthralled with her.  So, when the offer was made for Little S to climn in the sled next to Abby, she accepted.  </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iTSlqiXI/AAAAAAAABow/2N9b2cRcVrc/s1600-h/IMG_1816%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1816" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1816" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iT2WEEII/AAAAAAAABo0/HE1WV49e75g/IMG_1816_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>So then we were able to cover some ground. With the exception of a small incident of someone getting both of their snowshoes undone by a third party prankster without noticing and having their forward momentum thwarted</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iUYXaoXI/AAAAAAAABo4/Fz4RJAzxoDA/s1600-h/IMG_1818%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1818" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1818" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iUzyHNOI/AAAAAAAABo8/Rl1pDaM1BeE/IMG_1818_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The girls enjoyed a nice ride uphill back, courtesy of Mom. Eating snowballs the whole way.?  Who knew they were so tasty.</p> <p>While we didn’t set any land speed records, we certainly had 2 tired kids, and at least one tired Mom. And possibly a few others too.</p> <p>Once we got home and took a nice well-deserved nap, it was on to dinner. My little helper is getting more helpful when I cook. We worked on putting the salt into the meatballs <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iVduVaBI/AAAAAAAABpA/S2kELfNddtE/s1600-h/IMG_1819%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1819" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1819" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S25iVuHEwhI/AAAAAAAABpE/WCxQUrV2ovU/IMG_1819_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Of course there are still potential pitfalls abounding in the kitchen. Like when I turned my back, the sifter full of flour.. well it’s no longer full of flour. </p> <p>It’s still so great to have a kitchen assistant who is learning more and more everyday.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-83531938325922395262010-02-05T22:12:00.001-08:002010-02-05T22:12:04.227-08:00A day in the life of a Friday afternoon<p>This Friday was one of the last few before work kicks back into high gear, so we made the most of it. Somehow, I even managed to get lots of photos, so here’s a photo journal of our afternoon. </p> <p>“Driving” her knocked over shopping cart with Elmo trapped in the “trunk”. She’s very obsessed with “Mommy Car” and “Daddy Car” so I guess this is “Fia car” for now. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H5O-J2jI/AAAAAAAABmY/x45HO1qDSdU/s1600-h/IMG_1780%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1780" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1780" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H5tsuh-I/AAAAAAAABmc/pgWBRUcBEO8/IMG_1780_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Stealing some of Mommy’s Raisin Bran</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H6Vlqt1I/AAAAAAAABmg/9ofQrlVj5rQ/s1600-h/IMG_1783%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1783" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1783" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H63tB4vI/AAAAAAAABmk/g0DxcRcJqp8/IMG_1783_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Minutes later, having ransacked her drawers and finding a dress that she’s outgrown after having never even worn it, she brings it to me and demands to wear it.  (You should hear our sock decisions in the mornings!) It actually looks really cute, but all the photo I could get was this as she was tearing apart the bookshelf at this one spot that she is obsessed with playing with</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H7RYN7VI/AAAAAAAABmo/gRYDG0Dzr00/s1600-h/IMG_1784%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1784" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1784" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsgvjxOjY_QRlGrF7Uo85FfGhNy9LWISRsIIKYyLMmH7iC1tGdUqQjGmbtVj-o9tW4pJ4xbIGsAf595EiUInxpza6qLraHc0bCW3uU2otKSK1VyHnTubE7I0SFG_O05Q-SMrDoA/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And on to the park. After hucking her stroller dolly to the ground and I tucked it in the back of the stroller, her little eagle eyes spotted it when she was out of the stroller. So her and dolly had a great time at the park. She finally discovers that she can tuck dolly under her arm and free up both hands for her adventures at the playground</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H8cQn_rI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZIjaTo1HNrg/s1600-h/IMG_1786%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1786" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1786" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H82pB0tI/AAAAAAAABm0/Tzi8z68mb8Y/IMG_1786_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She finds a walnut on the ground. I’m trying to convince her to put it back on the ground for the squirrel. She kind of ponders it as I tell her again and the she looks up at the tree near us and you can tell she’s thinking as I keep telling her to leave it for the squirrel. So then she does this <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H9l8ClAI/AAAAAAAABm4/cbHyZCHjbYo/s1600-h/IMG_1787%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1787" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1787" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H-DKJzcI/AAAAAAAABm8/c54DJG3hCUY/IMG_1787_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>taking the walnut over to the tree and realizing she can’t put it up in the tree where the squirrels are, she puts it at the bottom of the tree. It was really amazing to watch the thought process come together.</p> <p>And, then I guess the walnut was lonely <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H-54QoMI/AAAAAAAABnA/x4JpYbD3avE/s1600-h/IMG_1788%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1788" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1788" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20H_cT5h3I/AAAAAAAABnE/OPCQu3Kxxls/IMG_1788_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Stay dolly</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IAOCt8-I/AAAAAAAABnI/XS2FlaP2I5k/s1600-h/IMG_1789%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1789" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1789" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IAx4cZbI/AAAAAAAABnM/joMckMu3XIw/IMG_1789_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>I guess dolly looked cozy so Little S wanted to read a book under the tree <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpLvP6Wv2FRmk_aY7joSjA3lT-FfErqq2MVmdij8L5vnLl-FFmXv7tsr41B-gUMtUoFa7eGYY89Y0sHq3eEbBW-ulA1OYBqJYEeJnXMKdi4LV84MYg8eAHS49uktBP3ja9LtAXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1790%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1790" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1790" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20ICL2fS3I/AAAAAAAABnU/KlcMTSpbSBA/IMG_1790_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And then on to the big slide</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IC_M28NI/AAAAAAAABnY/-RxMkD7lfBo/s1600-h/IMG_1792%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1792" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1792" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IDTx9-0I/AAAAAAAABnc/NCkyIv6GEtM/IMG_1792_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> <p>And trying to get back up the hard way <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20ID7-9pRI/AAAAAAAABng/qv76Pay6YUA/s1600-h/IMG_1793%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1793" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1793" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IEexyscI/AAAAAAAABnk/ESzZPZV6jYQ/IMG_1793_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p>And on to another slide where she somehow manages to climb up to the platform unaided-except by her dolly <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IFKqQoNI/AAAAAAAABno/vA6f4V8xFjE/s1600-h/IMG_1795%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1795" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1795" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IFh9PJNI/AAAAAAAABns/AcjXcUBHTZE/IMG_1795_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>And down the slide with dolly again <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IGWOo0dI/AAAAAAAABnw/2cjZPwviMwc/s1600-h/IMG_1797%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1797" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1797" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IG9siLUI/AAAAAAAABn0/opkhQMvmZ8A/IMG_1797_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Ever since she saw another girl on the little platforms like a balance beam, she’s been into walking on them too <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IHdrCzYI/AAAAAAAABn4/j6eHGGZabD0/s1600-h/IMG_1802%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1802" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1802" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IH2ktzmI/AAAAAAAABn8/jh9ZYLjXUt0/IMG_1802_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Then. It was time to leave. I needed both hands and them some to strap her down to the stroller. I’ll leave you with the aftermath of her anger & frustration at having to leave</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IIY8LSjI/AAAAAAAABoA/VjZEV0aAx4s/s1600-h/IMG_1804%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1804" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1804" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20II-MyQiI/AAAAAAAABoE/hC2m32ybhC8/IMG_1804_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Because sometimes all you can do is throw your shoes! And a sock too. </p> <p>But all this fun can be exhausting. And exhausted babies sometimes get frustrated when they can’t successfully crawl over their highchair legs and throw a rarely (so far) seen temper tantrum <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MuhTJ4tIfrco5gJfUr-ahnSTfMgajSrs6uMiUxaDADtzVC2qwGg_uW2trgVlylCKURg6L1pq2qsOkGd_ZzyuB-aKKmlO1EcggTGghkUli8ft8-TYgyXDqQcgDxM2HIOvaVxPoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1806%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1806" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1806" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IJ-gui4I/AAAAAAAABoM/yQrABUmmHjM/IMG_1806_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>But it made for an eager diner <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IKXuJYuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/vokpxy0uHdE/s1600-h/IMG_1808%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1808" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1808" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IKweHIAI/AAAAAAAABoU/5y8Hjy3_d8A/IMG_1808_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The day came to a perfect close with Daddy getting home early and Little S wearing Daddy’s “mittens” and “hat”  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20ILU4BO3I/AAAAAAAABoY/iq0zMZApR3o/s1600-h/IMG_1809%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1809" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1809" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IL0h_HYI/AAAAAAAABoc/UIYTwFwa-Uo/IMG_1809_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IMSxeSTI/AAAAAAAABog/Hhj6YHG_en4/s1600-h/IMG_1810%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1810" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1810" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S20IM1Nrm_I/AAAAAAAABok/t712Edrtusk/IMG_1810_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>With only a bath and an early bedtime to cap off a wonderful Friday with Little S.</p> <p>Another trip to the snow is in the cards for tomorrow, so a well rested baby will be a good thing.</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-68515014322076979742010-02-05T21:26:00.001-08:002010-02-05T21:26:38.055-08:00a few midweek tidbits<p>Little S tried to convince us to mail her to the relatives </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2z9hAVDRzI/AAAAAAAABmA/rZbjUn0ftX8/s1600-h/IMG_1774%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1774" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1774" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcM8ivOf74x4V6FZ7XhtRssdJS9C15xJ5j0AP8NYltTIVoawY0m7U8gNOWMYLxH9c__ubxhn_IrKdAqQCEqaSKGeqtDN7FfjoSQZZ1VVJmVc4Wc2VUX4BexzvW8DUD4j5nOXmqg/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Sorry everyone. It didn’t work out.</p> <p>Little S can pronounce “zoo” and “OMSI”, but “Children’s Museum” continues to elude her. We have a friend Molly who works there and when Big S and Little S visited last, they saw her there. So it was decided that instead of Children’s Museum, they would call it “Molly’s House”.</p> <p>And they had fun at Molly’s house.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJCpA-CH03bcg3JxA_pfkxHRIYAla9QMVwsM5nNFhk9HmdOelnBSCvW3cZpIhcnMUiSif2BQ4VA0W7-LrWHWmobh-q8BH6HiQ76TnRBlyEqAvr2RKBhoRRxJG0EBTwHHtRYCeDg/s1600-h/IMG_1776%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1776" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1776" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2z9iU6MG3I/AAAAAAAABmM/NamfxtpPjHs/IMG_1776_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Even finding the face paint.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2z9i-kXNqI/AAAAAAAABmQ/YHSLePuDw_o/s1600-h/IMG_1778%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1778" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW8W7N2xnlj2qmcIptJgVwgUyDewFU0hsZObHwfel7Enz9Is2Nk3wFizYgGMMMtNMlVeiGHemqfIYQUrAqjZPsnQcvB1SZBc-Fy7JI9W22AJqZzKc5_YOTh3JWBd-9F8Kr07gcA/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I hope she learns to put makeup on better in about 16 years from now. Little S-I promise Mom will step in for that part. No offense Dad.</p> <p>That’s only a fraction of her weekly fun, but capturing it is hard when she’s on the go, go, go!!!</p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10540176.post-57394897419220974872010-01-31T21:00:00.001-08:002010-01-31T21:00:54.873-08:00jabob (Little S for “Good Job”)<p>Little S’ vocabulary is growing like crazy! Even if all the letters don’t quite make it to the right place. Now that she has mastery of so many words, she can use them in amazing ways. </p> <p>One of her favorite books has a picture of a duck pulling a wagon, even though that’s not the main focus of the page. She targeted like a laser on that the other day and said "duck”. Then took a moment and thought about it and said “going”. “duck going”. Her word strings are more often than not 2 and sometimes 3 at a time. Enough to get her point across. Always great for Mom, Dad and kid when they can sort of tell you what they are seeing/want. It doesn’t always get there, but it sure is getting closer. </p> <p>Big S and I feel like we spend a lot of the day in amazement at her developmental leaps and bounds. When we’re not too worn out by her already tireless energy. I’m glad I’ve started running again because keeping up with her will take everything I’ve got! One of the best ways to channel that energy is with new experiences, which Dad is great about getting her to. Like the aviary at the zoo. Not great for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ornithophobia">ornithophobics</a> but the up close and personal experience is great for Little S.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf3c6KX_I/AAAAAAAABk4/fD6MZuaE2nY/s1600-h/IMG_1735%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1735" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1735" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf4KBum0I/AAAAAAAABk8/-IcCZU5vlb0/IMG_1735_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>On their first visit, one of the many birds actually landed on Big S’ back. It made quite an impact because on their next visit, the minute they went inside, Little S started saying “bird. back” and pointing to Daddy’s back-perhaps both remembering and hoping for a repeat performance.</p> <p>Much to the chagrin of my ski store employed husband, a strong El Nino has taken hold off the coast. Many people might consider it ideal, I suppose, what with temperatures fairly consistent in the upper 40’s to low 50’s and a lot more sun than we are used to. While it’s not good for skiing, it is good for getting outside with friends and learning new tricks, like how to swing on our belly <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf44LXiNI/AAAAAAAABlA/QJi7vgOFAxA/s1600-h/IMG_1755%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1755" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1755" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf5TrV-YI/AAAAAAAABlE/PKuDSlH0ZnE/IMG_1755_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and going back to the zoo and riding the animals. Sort of. <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf6G_EG7I/AAAAAAAABlI/Z_br88Tmgms/s1600-h/IMG_1761%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1761" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1761" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf6jYd-wI/AAAAAAAABlM/vLm1xXmzogE/IMG_1761_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3ncNEqNcTntZTEDYihXTrnV42NSlcuV0lIXuzcbCm2zGDMn_EPJAIuGP3U6A0iyFkENAtHSSF-9Ie9w3NJJHVlrP2B6R_39eZ9XDcxeaFdQMak2vWnzVUHHXtinRV0NBaSYsyg/s1600-h/IMG_1764%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1764" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1764" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf71kkM5I/AAAAAAAABlU/TOwTHDZh5I0/IMG_1764_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf8X3rDGI/AAAAAAAABlY/ow_4af0_xMw/s1600-h/IMG_1765%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1765" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1765" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf83RslvI/AAAAAAAABlc/xxpmMTZIkPI/IMG_1765_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>As she gets older, I’m also trying to find more opportunities for her to interact with kids her age, or as close as possible. Last week we went to our friend “Anka’s” house for some play time for the shorty’s and some <a href="http://bigdutchbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/pecan-pie.html">pecan pie</a> that was the best I have ever tasted. I mean, this stuff just melted in your mouth. Must be innate for southerners to know how to make a mean pecan pie!  (and she shared the recipe if you are interested. Check out the link)</p> <p>New houses mean NEW! and DIFFERENT! toys. Like rocking horses <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf9XaNEaI/AAAAAAAABlg/8FqXvobLzKY/s1600-h/IMG_1767%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1767" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1767" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf91O9S_I/AAAAAAAABlk/Jl2YwS4gwAo/IMG_1767_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>cars and wire whisks</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf-3oDbjI/AAAAAAAABlo/YqUY19D1npc/s1600-h/IMG_1768%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1768" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1768" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2Zf_ZKGIBI/AAAAAAAABls/1FzIraSw2gI/IMG_1768_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and peekaboo with friends</p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2ZgAKvpPlI/AAAAAAAABlw/QVQuNJM_vyw/s1600-h/IMG_1771%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1771" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1771" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2ZgAVcPn3I/AAAAAAAABl0/G4wAOEI-GDA/IMG_1771_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2ZgBOSWz1I/AAAAAAAABl4/vn-XJouvsYc/s1600-h/IMG_1772%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1772" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1772" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_O8LnxpLECWM/S2ZgBR9cCnI/AAAAAAAABl8/tzh_fQUCLiE/IMG_1772_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The giggles were riotous! Thanks Caroline!</p> <p>That little sheepdog that is our child? We FINALLY managed to convince her that wearing a barrette in her hair was not actually torture covered by the Geneva convention. And that her, the dolly, Mommy & Daddy all looked pretty with barrettes in their hair. Lucky Dad-we didn’t get any picture of that. So maybe SOON you’ll get to see the child under that hair in some photos. </p> heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14510659334498355392noreply@blogger.com0