tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82425242024-03-12T19:19:45.766-07:00ABCZBekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-28745835521707135192010-10-10T23:56:00.000-07:002010-10-11T00:07:03.123-07:00Fairytale, meet Reality.<div>Once upon a time, Anna and her Daddy were a match made in heaven, and she would always say that he was her "Prince Charming". This weekend, as we celebrated Prince Charming's birthday, he and his princess were spending some quality time coloring pictures. They decided to color pictures FOR each other, to surprise one another. *Awwwww...*</div><br /><div></div><div>Recalling the days when his Princess was little, Daddy drew her a beautiful picture of a grand castle, with a big moat and blue skies and a warm sun. Atop the castle, stood the Princess and Prince Charming, hand in hand. So sweet. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526680862766105330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TLK29owfgvI/AAAAAAAABPU/4TNxiXUXwxU/s400/daddybday1.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>Anna also drew a picture of her and her Daddy hand in hand. They are standing on a beautiful hill, holding pretty flowers with a happy sun smiling down on them. And there is a lovely blue bird...CRAPPING ON DADDY'S HEAD?!! WTH? After Curtis caught his breath from laughing so hard, he asked her, "What's up with the bird crapping on my head?!" </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526680864752356082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TLK29wKDSvI/AAAAAAAABPc/4DhMDwqmxDE/s400/daddybday2.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>She replied, "It's funny! Besides, I wrote on the picture "WATCH OUT!". Funny girl.... It's clear where she gets her sense of humor from. </div>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-47946047277082201552010-09-26T11:15:00.000-07:002010-09-26T11:31:23.761-07:00Anna-isims...it's been awhile.Not much time for blogging these days, thanks to our adorable little Wrecking Ball (Zach). If I even *think* about any quality time at the computer, he unloads the dishwasher, steals Curtis' keys from his desk drawer and replaces them with a wadded up cheese stick, climbs the stairs (or the kitchen table), opens the front door or plays "lets make mud pies" in the dog's food and water ball. But while Curtis is herding kids for a few minutes, I am trying to write down these Anna funnies before I forget them (which I'm likely to do, due to severe sleep deprivation and general battiness at this stage). And yes, I'm TOTALLY going to miss this someday...I know.<br />-----------------------------<br />Anna is obsessed with MEAT these days. She's quite the little carnivore. This summer, she made the discovery of sausage and bacon, and so now anytime she sees a pig, she squeals "I LOVE TO EAT PIG!" *sigh* I don't know if I should be proud or embarrassed. A little of both, maybe. So, she has also taken to saying, "Yummy! VENISON!" anytime we see deer.<br /><br />Yesterday as we were leaving a friend's house after dropping off dinner, we saw several deer in their yard. The conversation went something like this:<br /><br />CURT: Yeah, but we can't shoot those kind of deer anyway, because they don't have antlers, and they're girls. <br />ANNA: Why don't you hunt the girls?<br />BEK: Because if you hunt all the girls, they won't be able to have babies and make more deer and we'll run out of deer. <em>(As it comes out of my mouth, I already know what's coming next, but it's too late...)</em><br />ANNA: But don't you need boys to make babies too?<br /><em></em><br /><em>Crap. </em><br /><br />BEK: Well, yeees. But deer are horribly unloyal and immoral creatures, so one boy can make babies with lots of girls. <br />CURT: Yup. In nature, and in the NBA, one boy makes babies with LOTS of girls. That's just how it works.<br /><br />-------------------------------------------<br /><br />This morning, as Curtis was giving Anna a bath, more meat obsession gone horribly wrong:<br /><br />CURT: Use the wash cloth and wash your pie hole. <br />ANNA: Why is my mouth called a pie hole?<br />CURT: Because that's where you put pie when you eat it, so some people jokingly say 'pie hole'.<br />ANNA: (<em>Thinks for a moment.)</em> Can I call mine my sausage hole?<br />CURT: <em>(Choking on coffee, shouts) </em>NOO!!!!<br />ANNA: Why not? Isn't that funny too? <br />CURT: No, not funny. Don't ever call it that.<br /><br />Funny little girl is giving Daddy gray hair!!!Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-13324379283993726282010-05-29T09:10:00.001-07:002010-05-29T09:18:39.619-07:00Take me out to the ballllll game...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE-UDBJVMI/AAAAAAAABOw/4yboPcPa4vI/s1600/giants_may28+047e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727135987651778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE-UDBJVMI/AAAAAAAABOw/4yboPcPa4vI/s400/giants_may28+047e.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9qyzYZwI/AAAAAAAABOo/cHRR9PauI80/s1600/giants_may28+001e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476726427260315394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9qyzYZwI/AAAAAAAABOo/cHRR9PauI80/s400/giants_may28+001e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9NLUBUdI/AAAAAAAABOg/i1COTWs0Uuw/s1600/giants_may28+054e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725918443590098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9NLUBUdI/AAAAAAAABOg/i1COTWs0Uuw/s400/giants_may28+054e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9MhnQeZI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z8Ee_zH-6l8/s1600/giants_may28+053e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725907249985938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE9MhnQeZI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z8Ee_zH-6l8/s400/giants_may28+053e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE8-pYNJEI/AAAAAAAABOQ/v1N3_PQy6CU/s1600/giants_may28+051e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725668816168002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE8-pYNJEI/AAAAAAAABOQ/v1N3_PQy6CU/s400/giants_may28+051e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE896bFtQI/AAAAAAAABOI/guMaslauCrY/s1600/giants_may28+039e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725656211797250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE896bFtQI/AAAAAAAABOI/guMaslauCrY/s400/giants_may28+039e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE89eBAynI/AAAAAAAABOA/iE8LKnwsmnQ/s1600/giants_may28+030e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725648586230386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE89eBAynI/AAAAAAAABOA/iE8LKnwsmnQ/s400/giants_may28+030e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE888jP_cI/AAAAAAAABN4/AqYobusw254/s1600/giants_may28+008e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476725639603027394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE888jP_cI/AAAAAAAABN4/AqYobusw254/s400/giants_may28+008e.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/TAE88ZOl8dI/AAAAAAAABNw/rq-gZqQKq44/s1600/giants_may28+053e.jpg"></a></div>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-46888309852373420852010-05-27T22:33:00.001-07:002010-05-27T22:43:05.209-07:00Everyone should have an Aunt TracyWhen Anna was little, Aunt Tracy was the coolest source of all things girly and pretty and sparkly. She was the very first person to teach Anna about "little boxes". Every girl knows that good things (like, oh, say JEWELRY) comes in little boxes. So, Anna took to this lesson well. But she eventually began to believe that Aunt Tracy was the source of EVERYONE'S jewelry. She even commented to me once, Aunt Dani must have been visiting Aunt Tracy a lot, because she has a lot of pretty jewelry. <br /><br />So, when Zach was born, we wondered what Aunt Tracy would teach ZACH, since she did such a good job teaching Anna to appreciate jewelry. Without missing a beat, she said, "I'm going to teach Zach how to BUY pretty jewelry." Well, it looks like he has already taken her sense of sparkle to heart, as he has become seriously attached to the beaded purse Aunt Tracy brought Anna on her last visit. He carries it all around the house with him, all day long. And I know what will make her the proudest when she sees these pictures...his outfit is COLOR COORDINATED with his purse! Way to go, Aunt Tracy! ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9Xo2jZfwI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZGYBevD1wJQ/s1600/purse4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9Xo2jZfwI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZGYBevD1wJQ/s400/purse4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476192031256182530" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XobSnu8I/AAAAAAAABNg/GAdJ0NunP5o/s1600/purse3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XobSnu8I/AAAAAAAABNg/GAdJ0NunP5o/s400/purse3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476192023938055106" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XnuED8yI/AAAAAAAABNY/fb1m2tvfR70/s1600/purse2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XnuED8yI/AAAAAAAABNY/fb1m2tvfR70/s400/purse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476192011797394210" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XnGcvhrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/-yQ1oFTIdjo/s1600/purse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9XnGcvhrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/-yQ1oFTIdjo/s400/purse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476192001163495090" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-23725515644157651412010-05-27T21:59:00.000-07:002010-05-27T22:13:52.413-07:00Anansi & The Moss Covered RockAnna starred in her class play this evening, and totally nailed it. We had so much fun watching her. The whole class did such a great job. Very impressive!<br /><br />Short video of her favorite scene, when Anansi gets tricked into saying the forbidden magic words:<br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hhBUkd8PcJc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhBUkd8PcJc&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhBUkd8PcJc&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9Qv2b9XBI/AAAAAAAABNI/zlF5fEac7qc/s1600/anansiplay13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476184454902668306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9Qv2b9XBI/AAAAAAAABNI/zlF5fEac7qc/s400/anansiplay13.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QtF2BV-I/AAAAAAAABNA/1I1gpAbs2rU/s1600/anansiplay12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476184000248207410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QVYt42DI/AAAAAAAABMo/XTjnvGjoyrk/s400/anansiplay9.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QUkaF2FI/AAAAAAAABMg/tYNH-YUxGdI/s1600/anansiplay8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476183986206529618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QUkaF2FI/AAAAAAAABMg/tYNH-YUxGdI/s400/anansiplay8.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QT7Qrk1I/AAAAAAAABMY/3ddg7pDw2LQ/s1600/anansiplay7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476183975161205586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QT7Qrk1I/AAAAAAAABMY/3ddg7pDw2LQ/s400/anansiplay7.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9QTeXkElI/AAAAAAAABMQ/KrfhdwK4U8Y/s1600/anansiplay6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476182597153780866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9PDtyG9II/AAAAAAAABL4/whmosUaziY4/s400/anansiplay3.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9PCbpfEVI/AAAAAAAABLw/zyZFmmTc7q4/s1600/anansiplay2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476182575105904978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9PCbpfEVI/AAAAAAAABLw/zyZFmmTc7q4/s400/anansiplay2.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9PBTW-RrI/AAAAAAAABLo/XQfwqM8fUKs/s1600/anansiplay1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476182555700905650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_9PBTW-RrI/AAAAAAAABLo/XQfwqM8fUKs/s400/anansiplay1.jpg" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-10502165111949739162010-05-20T22:40:00.001-07:002010-05-20T23:14:51.953-07:00Karate KidA few months ago, Anna started karate lessons at our friend and neighbor's karate school in town here (Sonoma County Martial Arts). We weren't sure what to expect going into this, for a number of reasons. First, Anna is allll girly girl, and I didn't know if she would go for an activity that didn't involve pink or glitter in the uniform. Second, she has not really wanted to stick with any of the sports that we have tried so far. We've just been trying lots of things so she can see what she likes, but nothing has "stuck" yet. And we have tried a LOT of them...soccer, softball, basketball, gymnastics, dance, etc. Usually, the conversation after the practice/game/event goes like this:<br /><br />ME: Great job! You are getting a lot better at XYZ now that you are practicing/learning!<br />ANNA: Thanks! I feel like I'm getting good at this! <br />ME: It looked like you were having fun!<br />ANNA: YEAH!!! I was!<br />ME: That's great!<br />ANNA: Yeah!<br />ME: Great, we'll sign up for this again next season!<br />ANNA: No, thanks. <br /><br />I have pushed the issue just once, thinking that once she got past her perfectionism (Where in the WORLD does she get that anyway? How annoying.) she would enjoy it more. That was with soccer, and I decreed that she WOULD play a second season, just so she could see how she liked it now that she knew what was going on. The resulting happy, chipper little voice saying, "Well, when we play soccer, because you're <em>forcing me </em>to..." made me cringe. (Don't get me wrong, I'm still forcing her now...I just made her think it was her choice.) <br /><br />But then came Karate. Our friend finally got me to squeeze it into our too busy schedule, and Anna fell in love. Tuesdays start with happy squeals from her bedroom, "It's KARATE DAY!". She practices at home. Then, after finally earning her first belt the other day, her thrill turned to gloom and we had this conversation:<br /><br />ME: What's up? You were all happy a minute ago?<br />ANNA: I'm sad for when karate is going to be over.<br />ME: What do you mean? We'll have it again next week.<br />ANNA: I know, but when does Karate Season end?<br />ME: Ohh! There is no Karate Season. You just keep going and earning belts.<br />ANNA: Forever?<br />ME: Yes.<br />ANNA: When do you have to stop?<br />ME: You don't have to stop.<br />ANNA: Isn't a black belt the highest there is?<br />ME: Ummm...sounds right. ???<br />ANNA: So, after your black belt, you have to stop then. <br /><br />*sigh* This went on for awhile. I think she's convinced that there is no Karate Season, but only AFTER she asked Mr. Herb. ;) I guess I have no Karate credibility. Anyway...for now, she's having fun and learning a lot! <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkNBysQGI/AAAAAAAABLU/qZJocxiD2xU/s1600/karate4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkNBysQGI/AAAAAAAABLU/qZJocxiD2xU/s400/karate4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473602203353366626" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkMiuXBiI/AAAAAAAABLM/54p65KbSMvY/s1600/karate3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkMiuXBiI/AAAAAAAABLM/54p65KbSMvY/s400/karate3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473602195013699106" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkMDtptiI/AAAAAAAABLE/SZkXlPt0sss/s1600/karate2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkMDtptiI/AAAAAAAABLE/SZkXlPt0sss/s400/karate2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473602186689230370" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkLn8nbEI/AAAAAAAABK8/fd1O-bg_UIw/s1600/karate1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YkLn8nbEI/AAAAAAAABK8/fd1O-bg_UIw/s400/karate1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473602179235802178" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-6927952455758054822010-05-20T22:10:00.003-07:002010-05-20T22:13:49.165-07:00Growing boy...This cracks me up. Zach is quite literally busting the seams of his clothes. He's getting so BIG! <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YV-kfVJ7I/AAAAAAAABK0/-tbk93hyPrU/s1600/growingboy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S_YV-kfVJ7I/AAAAAAAABK0/-tbk93hyPrU/s400/growingboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473586561806575538" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-11577888510800743682010-04-21T09:06:00.000-07:002010-04-21T09:14:45.249-07:00How quickly they learn...In the car this morning:<br /><br />ANNA: Hey, Mom...?<br />ME: Yeah?<br />ANNA: Never mind. <br />ME: What did you want to ask?<br />ANNA: Nothing. I'm just going to do it, because if I ask I think you'll say "No".<br /><br />When did Anna learned the old adage, "Better to ask forgiveness than permission?"Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-74394500342246236972010-04-14T21:31:00.000-07:002010-04-14T21:58:00.871-07:00Little Boy Blue turns ONE!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8acIvz4UPI/AAAAAAAABKI/7H3MujnOFDc/s1600/bday5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460223272320258290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8acIvz4UPI/AAAAAAAABKI/7H3MujnOFDc/s400/bday5.jpg" /></a><div><br /><div>Happy Birthday, Zachary! I can't believe that it was just one year ago, on that memorable day, that I was at Kaiser screaming "THIS F*&%^$& HURTS! GIVE ME MORE DRUGS!!!" Oh...ummm, I mean, one year ago that our precious baby boy was born. (OK, the other thing happened too - but he was worth it.) </div><br /><br /><div>We had a GREAT time celebrating his birthday with family and friends. And fortunately, we were HEALTHY by then! (Little did we know that Zach would come down with another tummy bug that night, but we had fun for the party, so all was well.) </div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZ1C-weRI/AAAAAAAABJ4/N1kyExbdqqQ/s1600/bday18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460220734845516050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZ1C-weRI/AAAAAAAABJ4/N1kyExbdqqQ/s400/bday18.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Zach's birthday cake was decorated to match the party theme. We're going to the ZOO!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZHV2DDwI/AAAAAAAABJw/P_tBi52QFTE/s1600/bday17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219949635276546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZHV2DDwI/AAAAAAAABJw/P_tBi52QFTE/s400/bday17.jpg" /></a><br />A birthday party wouldn't be the same without <a href="http://www.pillsbury.com/recipes/ShowRecipe.aspx?rid=18936">our signature sandwiches </a>(We fill them a little differently, and they are always a hit. People ask for them every time.) but I was going to can them in favor of something that I could make CUTE to go with the theme. Curtis saved the day by suggesting we paint them with scales and make one long snake out of it. I *love* how it turned out. It's a little hard to see here, but it was fun. I made the head and tail from puff pastry. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZHGisd5I/AAAAAAAABJo/xaIxgZlJHpc/s1600/bday16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219945527572370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aZHGisd5I/AAAAAAAABJo/xaIxgZlJHpc/s400/bday16.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY2No82AI/AAAAAAAABJg/37aALmIP15U/s1600/bday15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219655375083522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY2No82AI/AAAAAAAABJg/37aALmIP15U/s400/bday15.jpg" /></a><br />We also had bear/monkey/non-descript zoo animal PB&Js. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY169qeyI/AAAAAAAABJY/cehNUtW0t8Y/s1600/bday14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219650361686818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY169qeyI/AAAAAAAABJY/cehNUtW0t8Y/s400/bday14.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Happy little guy on on his bday!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY1tRWZ7I/AAAAAAAABJQ/Z1UU6tn2wO8/s1600/bday13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219646686160818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY1tRWZ7I/AAAAAAAABJQ/Z1UU6tn2wO8/s400/bday13.jpg" /></a><br />Zach had a little trouble getting into the idea of his 'smash' cake - but he evetually dove in and made a respectable mess. He looked like a Smurf by the time he was done. </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8acIRzecZI/AAAAAAAABKA/cyU1j7j0jxs/s1600/bday4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460223264265499026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8acIRzecZI/AAAAAAAABKA/cyU1j7j0jxs/s400/bday4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY1fYTJ-I/AAAAAAAABJI/DLJp61eBp9k/s1600/bday12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219642957211618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY1fYTJ-I/AAAAAAAABJI/DLJp61eBp9k/s400/bday12.jpg" /></a><br />Playing with new toys! </div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY0wxX6MI/AAAAAAAABJA/Kz33LziWqng/s1600/bday11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219630445914306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aY0wxX6MI/AAAAAAAABJA/Kz33LziWqng/s400/bday11.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYhACcROI/AAAAAAAABI4/tWW95FvXLFA/s1600/bday10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219290946651362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYhACcROI/AAAAAAAABI4/tWW95FvXLFA/s400/bday10.jpg" /></a><br />Our friend Tracie made Zach an ADORABLE t-shirt to wear for his birthday! He wore it well. :)</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYg1dF4LI/AAAAAAAABIw/UVUCW3D8uc4/s1600/bday9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219288105640114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYg1dF4LI/AAAAAAAABIw/UVUCW3D8uc4/s400/bday9.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYgcDiR7I/AAAAAAAABIo/oxZgns_Wihs/s1600/bday8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219281287563186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYgcDiR7I/AAAAAAAABIo/oxZgns_Wihs/s400/bday8.jpg" /></a><br />Pa got some giggles from the birthday boy!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYgBGZWyI/AAAAAAAABIg/IqbgZYnrtRA/s1600/bday7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219274051803938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYgBGZWyI/AAAAAAAABIg/IqbgZYnrtRA/s400/bday7.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYfhrstZI/AAAAAAAABIY/XeFv8toaXm0/s1600/bday6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219265618326930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aYfhrstZI/AAAAAAAABIY/XeFv8toaXm0/s400/bday6.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aX_tuMoFI/AAAAAAAABH4/RR2_syqVqo0/s1600/bday2.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S8aX_Z1MLlI/AAAAAAAABHw/v-U0Vl_GVQg/s1600/bday1.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-22463607424391514592010-04-05T20:01:00.000-07:002010-04-05T20:07:17.723-07:00Meet Rody.Aunt Sarah & Uncle John sent this COOL new toy to Zach for his birthday! The only thing better than the smile on Zach's face when we first put him on it and he got to bounce around...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlEreMB0I/AAAAAAAABHg/yWWZatwOC1U/s1600/bday3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlEreMB0I/AAAAAAAABHg/yWWZatwOC1U/s400/bday3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855398320179010" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlEMzkDEI/AAAAAAAABHY/7-26X7DMHaI/s1600/bday2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlEMzkDEI/AAAAAAAABHY/7-26X7DMHaI/s400/bday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855390088334402" /></a><br /><br />...was getting this picture of Curtis blowing Rody up, through his unfortunately placed fill hole. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlE6DnwEI/AAAAAAAABHo/B2SOcLBfCcA/s1600/bday1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7qlE6DnwEI/AAAAAAAABHo/B2SOcLBfCcA/s400/bday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855402235281474" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-85171113674130990622010-03-28T20:36:00.000-07:002010-03-28T21:11:10.016-07:00It's been a long week for a little boy.I started to write a post about this week, but I keep getting interrupted - go figure. So, here are some pics from the week, and the stats in short:<br /><br />Trips to Kaiser: 7<br />Days spent in outpatient treatment getting IV fluids or antibiotics: 3<br />Days in the hospital: 2<br />Amount we've spent on Kaiser co-pays, meds, etc: $525<br />Visits to the ER: 2<br />IV Lines started on Zach: 3<br />Number of tubes, tangles and wires taped to him in the hospital all night long: 6<br />Number of consecutive hours Zach's arm was splinted to keep the IV in: 34<br />Number of times he puked in the last week: Where is the infinity key on this thing?<br />Hours of sleep we have gotten this week: More than 1, less than 10.<br /><br />Day 1 getting IV fluids. Mommy's Blackberry is a welcome distraction - and a small price to pay for a smile at this point.<br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkQwNabWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5FwZrvJDzmQ/s1600/plague20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453899018983337314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkQwNabWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5FwZrvJDzmQ/s400/plague20.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkQNYLRaI/AAAAAAAABHI/T8nNdd9Foi0/s1600/plague19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453899009633240482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkQNYLRaI/AAAAAAAABHI/T8nNdd9Foi0/s400/plague19.jpg" /></a><br />Day 1 - he couldn't keep the oral antibiotics down, but wouldn't put them down to go to sleep. Again...whatever makes you happy, baby boy.</p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkP3PMz2I/AAAAAAAABHA/9-tfDOm4gZY/s1600/plague18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453899003690012514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkP3PMz2I/AAAAAAAABHA/9-tfDOm4gZY/s400/plague18.jpg" /></a><br />And if the bottle isn't handy, the dropper will do.</p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkPSkTe3I/AAAAAAAABG4/qFJfQ7PAAOY/s1600/plague17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898993846418290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkPSkTe3I/AAAAAAAABG4/qFJfQ7PAAOY/s400/plague17.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Notice a pattern? Zach would only sleep in Mommy's arms, for the most part - and occasionally Daddy's. No one else would do. I pinched a nerve in my wrist rocking him like this 24/7 for the past week. On the up side, we got so many AWESOME snuggles and enjoyed that sweet feeling of having my baby sleep on my chest again. This was after the 2nd IV was in on Day 2.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkO6Lb24I/AAAAAAAABGw/rt1oDsAkb5A/s1600/plague16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898987299658626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AkO6Lb24I/AAAAAAAABGw/rt1oDsAkb5A/s400/plague16.jpg" /></a><br />Anna thought that the wrap they sent him home in (because they left the IV in, after having a hard time starting it the 2nd day) was cast and she wanted to 'sign it'. Underneath that wrap was a rigid board that his arm was strapped to, to keep it straight. THAT was fun for several days.</p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7Ajry0TQ4I/AAAAAAAABGo/UtgCgvFpiRw/s1600/plague15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898384028156802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7Ajry0TQ4I/AAAAAAAABGo/UtgCgvFpiRw/s400/plague15.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Zach, puffy eyed from crying all night, entertaining himself with my camera.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjraCqSHI/AAAAAAAABGg/U2e8LnLcMD0/s1600/plague13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898377377499250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjraCqSHI/AAAAAAAABGg/U2e8LnLcMD0/s400/plague13.jpg" /></a><br />Can we be better yet? </p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjqvYXPcI/AAAAAAAABGY/I2iSG7ZOigY/s1600/plague12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898365925801410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjqvYXPcI/AAAAAAAABGY/I2iSG7ZOigY/s400/plague12.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Daddy and Zach play with Anna in his hospital bed. A SMILE! Hey - we'll take it!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjqSbjvOI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BSEDc1vwmfM/s1600/plague11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898358154575074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjqSbjvOI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BSEDc1vwmfM/s400/plague11.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Anna signed the 'cast', "Anna (heart) I'm sorry this has to be on." <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjpsI301I/AAAAAAAABGI/n0dutt1uHjU/s1600/plague14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898347875652434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjpsI301I/AAAAAAAABGI/n0dutt1uHjU/s400/plague14.jpg" /></a><br />We had temporarily ditched the cables, wires, toe monitors, etc for a little break here.</p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjGSAXg-I/AAAAAAAABGA/krZOcVMNW6I/s1600/plague10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897739565237218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjGSAXg-I/AAAAAAAABGA/krZOcVMNW6I/s400/plague10.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjGIlZoDI/AAAAAAAABF4/53nZNMvccak/s1600/plague9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897737036210226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjGIlZoDI/AAAAAAAABF4/53nZNMvccak/s400/plague9.jpg" /></a><br />Almost ready to go HOME!</p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjFlOpVnI/AAAAAAAABFw/Dcn2A_xv4pU/s1600/plague8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897727545529970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjFlOpVnI/AAAAAAAABFw/Dcn2A_xv4pU/s400/plague8.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Little Boy Blue kept on holding onto my hand when he wasn't on my chest...sweet, sweet boy.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjFP2SfWI/AAAAAAAABFo/wW0aLDk9pDc/s1600/plague7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897721806224738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjFP2SfWI/AAAAAAAABFo/wW0aLDk9pDc/s400/plague7.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjEzHGTvI/AAAAAAAABFg/vajUYj06fAI/s1600/plague6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897714092101362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AjEzHGTvI/AAAAAAAABFg/vajUYj06fAI/s400/plague6.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>*sigh* Finally at home again and snuggled with Daddy.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AijuZUvfI/AAAAAAAABFY/bX8u_mk7u2I/s1600/plague5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897145890684402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AijuZUvfI/AAAAAAAABFY/bX8u_mk7u2I/s400/plague5.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Zach's self portrait with my camera. We were back in "anything to make you smile" mode. We stayed in the mode a lot this week. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AijABXN2I/AAAAAAAABFQ/rh6r5BvxEek/s1600/plague4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897133442152290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AijABXN2I/AAAAAAAABFQ/rh6r5BvxEek/s400/plague4.jpg" /></a><br />Sick little boy.</p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7Aii1pOtWI/AAAAAAAABFI/hT6hYBnAugc/s1600/plague3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897130656576866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7Aii1pOtWI/AAAAAAAABFI/hT6hYBnAugc/s400/plague3.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AiicXrNXI/AAAAAAAABFA/NQ0aATlSIFk/s1600/plague2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897123872060786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AiicXrNXI/AAAAAAAABFA/NQ0aATlSIFk/s400/plague2.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AiiBjukRI/AAAAAAAABE4/RptdJ31SdX8/s1600/plague1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897116674855186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S7AiiBjukRI/AAAAAAAABE4/RptdJ31SdX8/s400/plague1.jpg" /></a> </p>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-91912384569524747872010-03-18T22:12:00.001-07:002010-03-18T22:16:19.017-07:00From our favorite carnivore...You have to love living in the country. Leaving Anna's school today, we hit a bit of traffic while some of the residents that live on the school road herded some escaped cows back into their yard. It was at this point that Anna announced, "My favorite animal is a cow. It's because they taste so good."<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6MIizfZK5I/AAAAAAAABEY/0pe69l63hR0/s1600-h/funny-cow-pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6MIizfZK5I/AAAAAAAABEY/0pe69l63hR0/s400/funny-cow-pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450209368078887826" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-74032636632905382242010-03-17T00:15:00.000-07:002010-03-17T00:30:03.568-07:00Zach UpdateWell, the little man is about to turn one in a few weeks. He's been walking since 10 months, is still stalled at 7 teeth, just survived his first ear infection, loves peaches, puffs and cheese, and giggles a whole lot. He weighs 23.5 lbs and still has yummy, chubby baby rolls. And I think his favorite time of day is first thing each morning, when he hears his sister coming to see him. He sits up on the bed and watches the door for her, and as soon as she peeks in, he breaks into a HUGE grin. Actually...he does that when Daddy comes home too. :) It's good to be loved. It's so fun watching him grow...if only he'd slow down a little! <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CETQXpbKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dZVUmMmHt_A/s1600-h/z4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CETQXpbKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dZVUmMmHt_A/s400/z4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449501015464832162" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CES9CK4EI/AAAAAAAABEI/fpxxGvGmPsE/s1600-h/z3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CES9CK4EI/AAAAAAAABEI/fpxxGvGmPsE/s400/z3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449501010274476098" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CESVyvUYI/AAAAAAAABEA/YqtAXWBwy7E/s1600-h/z2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CESVyvUYI/AAAAAAAABEA/YqtAXWBwy7E/s400/z2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500999740772738" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEE3q83dI/AAAAAAAABD4/tBDtO3KNbEA/s1600-h/z8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEE3q83dI/AAAAAAAABD4/tBDtO3KNbEA/s400/z8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500768316743122" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEEYd0RrI/AAAAAAAABDw/anugfjAcYKc/s1600-h/z7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEEYd0RrI/AAAAAAAABDw/anugfjAcYKc/s400/z7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500759940155058" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CED1X7g8I/AAAAAAAABDo/u3zKypjvHYw/s1600-h/z6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CED1X7g8I/AAAAAAAABDo/u3zKypjvHYw/s400/z6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500750520222658" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEDVaBwHI/AAAAAAAABDg/3esbN5csfn8/s1600-h/z5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEDVaBwHI/AAAAAAAABDg/3esbN5csfn8/s400/z5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500741939085426" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEC4eU6LI/AAAAAAAABDY/PMVc9O7AXR8/s1600-h/z1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S6CEC4eU6LI/AAAAAAAABDY/PMVc9O7AXR8/s400/z1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449500734172489906" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-31013369344541796452010-03-15T23:51:00.001-07:002010-03-16T00:20:56.965-07:00Be My ValentineI'm a little behind, but I couldn't let Valentines Day pass without recapping our traditional celebration. Every year, Anna and I plan a special dinner (usually "rare steak" - every Schmitt's favorite food), and we decorate the dining table with over the top hearts and flowers and we have a romantic dinner...just the three, well - now FOUR, of us. Curtis and I find our own time to celebrate the day too, but this little tradition is so sweet and filled with love...we wouldn't change it for anything in the world. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xOn0y17I/AAAAAAAABDQ/SM3H-qps_TE/s1600-h/v6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xOn0y17I/AAAAAAAABDQ/SM3H-qps_TE/s400/v6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128201419937714" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xGR4IWXI/AAAAAAAABDI/ar9pwlOBON8/s1600-h/v5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xGR4IWXI/AAAAAAAABDI/ar9pwlOBON8/s400/v5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128058089396594" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xF02Gd_I/AAAAAAAABDA/9zUoPo-39xs/s1600-h/v4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xF02Gd_I/AAAAAAAABDA/9zUoPo-39xs/s400/v4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128050296256498" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xFMH-_HI/AAAAAAAABC4/8_swhUhncrI/s1600-h/v3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xFMH-_HI/AAAAAAAABC4/8_swhUhncrI/s400/v3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128039365409906" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xE82sNeI/AAAAAAAABCw/iDwrFxDpREc/s1600-h/v2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xE82sNeI/AAAAAAAABCw/iDwrFxDpREc/s400/v2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128035266344418" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xESOQg3I/AAAAAAAABCo/iQy0cQ63LKc/s1600-h/v1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S58xESOQg3I/AAAAAAAABCo/iQy0cQ63LKc/s400/v1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449128023822467954" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-8799971342756265982010-03-15T00:35:00.001-07:002010-03-15T00:45:05.678-07:00My favorite flower......has always been the daisy. And now we have a Daisy Girl Scout! <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lEm0nz7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Li6xVGIjn8M/s1600-h/ags2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lEm0nz7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Li6xVGIjn8M/s400/ags2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448762991491665842" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lD4kWddI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CO1Rg8yKYx8/s1600-h/ags1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lD4kWddI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CO1Rg8yKYx8/s400/ags1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448762979075388882" /></a><br /><br />Bonus points to anyone who can name the country who's flag she carried on Thinking Day! I sure couldn't!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lEL9yLvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XHyoL7q3j4k/s1600-h/ags3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53lEL9yLvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XHyoL7q3j4k/s400/ags3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448762984282337010" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-48099916658694106942010-03-15T00:23:00.000-07:002010-03-15T00:32:39.603-07:00Something's fishy...We spent part of Anna's midwinter break doing some fun stuff right here in our own backyard! One of those trips was to the <a href="http://www.aquariumofthebay.org/">Aquarium of the Bay</a> on Pier 39. We had a great time there! They have two neat touch pools with starfish, sea cucumbers, rays and even a shark to touch! Anna was pretty brave...even posing with a 'pink toed tarantula' (hereby answering the age old question, "does Anna just like EVERYTHING as long as it's pink"). <br /><br />My favorite part of the day was our latest 'Annaisim.' As we were walking through the underwater tunnel that takes you through a huge tank of sea life, including some huge sharks, there are trivia questions posted along the walls. Curtis asked Anna one that said, "Do sharks have bones?" She pondered it for just a second, before saying, "Nope." Curtis and I exchanged impressed glances and then I said, "Wow! That's right! How did you know that?" Anna replied, "I actually had no idea, but I figured they wouldn't be asking the question if they did." Smart cookie!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ifI86uQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/3KIEjf7Ntho/s1600-h/aob5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ifI86uQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/3KIEjf7Ntho/s400/aob5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760148794980610" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53iewKLUgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/t5wiXBehtdM/s1600-h/aob4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53iewKLUgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/t5wiXBehtdM/s400/aob4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760142139707906" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53iecv8QuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/EGY6dwtkNHQ/s1600-h/aob2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53iecv8QuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/EGY6dwtkNHQ/s400/aob2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760136929395426" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ieL7bAJI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Hva-1P38QEY/s1600-h/aob1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ieL7bAJI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Hva-1P38QEY/s400/aob1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760132414144658" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ieNsYylI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pGXOEtGImzQ/s1600-h/aob.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53ieNsYylI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pGXOEtGImzQ/s400/aob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760132887956050" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-59265464923044715252010-03-14T23:39:00.000-07:002010-03-14T23:46:07.235-07:00Schmitts, Schmitts and More Schmitts!We had a so much fun visiting with John & Sarah tonight! They are out from West Point for a visit this week. It's so fun to see the cousins actually play together now that they're getting a little bit older. Though we don't get to see each other as often as we'd like, we always seem to pick up right where we left off. Thanks for the fun visit, guys!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XVufR5iI/AAAAAAAAA-g/T38BK2--dJM/s1600-h/schmitts+022e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XVufR5iI/AAAAAAAAA-g/T38BK2--dJM/s400/schmitts+022e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747892444620322" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNwbCXxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vizBB1qK2PA/s1600-h/schmitts+021e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNwbCXxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vizBB1qK2PA/s400/schmitts+021e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747755524742930" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNk8tiyI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E_HT_4silSs/s1600-h/schmitts+013e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNk8tiyI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E_HT_4silSs/s400/schmitts+013e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747752444758818" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNB7jTuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/wWMj_WwEH5k/s1600-h/schmitts+009e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XNB7jTuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/wWMj_WwEH5k/s400/schmitts+009e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747743044652770" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XMlP5BOI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9x7xQTFTe2w/s1600-h/schmitts+004e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XMlP5BOI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9x7xQTFTe2w/s400/schmitts+004e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747735345333474" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XLyalxSI/AAAAAAAAA94/FWF3QlrsBW0/s1600-h/schmitts+001e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S53XLyalxSI/AAAAAAAAA94/FWF3QlrsBW0/s400/schmitts+001e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448747721700001058" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-6852771442469238022010-02-07T21:41:00.000-08:002010-02-07T21:46:43.543-08:00Anna's First Communion<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k-ySRjII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/JMUe9sSW1TU/s1600-h/comm6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k-ySRjII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/JMUe9sSW1TU/s400/comm6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744673816743042" /></a><br />We celebrated Anna's first communion today. She was so excited. We had several visitors come to celebrate with us, including Pete & Charlie, our longtime friends and my pastor growing up. The last time we saw them was when Charlie sang at our wedding, so it was a great day for a reunion! God bless you, Anna Catherine!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-lAWRcbQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/wUTBhg4znTM/s1600-h/comm8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-lAWRcbQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/wUTBhg4znTM/s400/comm8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744700656807170" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_2sN8VI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Wdp4Rwqlhi0/s1600-h/comm7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_2sN8VI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Wdp4Rwqlhi0/s400/comm7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744692179169618" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_i3CG2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/YsyTwpIebT4/s1600-h/comm5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_i3CG2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/YsyTwpIebT4/s400/comm5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744686855822178" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_NMRehI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/xiHFi4_63hA/s1600-h/comm2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2-k_NMRehI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/xiHFi4_63hA/s400/comm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744681039329810" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-23886729545741399782010-02-03T18:13:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:15:37.004-08:00"One small step for man..."Actually, one BIG step for a Small Man! Zach started walking today! He keeps pulling himself up on the bench and then staggering to fall into my arms. He's so flippin' proud of himself, all puffed up and smiling. Way to go, Big Boy! 10 months old yesterday, and already on the move! Film at 11. ;)Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-37869515466733056312010-02-01T16:46:00.000-08:002010-02-01T16:56:58.157-08:00Man EaterI was listening to <a href="http://www.967bobfm.com/">BOB 96.7</a> this afternoon in the car. Their motto is "We'll play anything" - apparently including a little old school <a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/hall-oates/tracks/maneater--14299198">Hall & Oats - Maneater</a>. I wasn't paying too much attention until Anna asked, as we walked into the house, "Who IS coming anyway, and why is she going to eat a man?!" I had to think for a second to figure out what she was talking about. Funny GIRL!<br /><br />We should call her the Queen of Literal. Case in point...never say to Anna, "...a few" of something. If you do, you will be drawn unwittingly into a loooong conversation about, "Did you mean two things? Or three things? So, should I take two? If I take two, that would be a few. But three would be a few too... So is it two?" By the time you finally lose it and say, "YES ANNA!" She quietly asks, "So, was that a YES for two or a YES for three?" It's a good thing she's so cute. <br /><br />And for the heck of it, try explaining those Maneater lyrics to a 7 year old. Yeah....good times. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2d4RlUzQ_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/1GrdgHSSk-s/s1600-h/bday+088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UYiOneZKNEc/S2d4RlUzQ_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/1GrdgHSSk-s/s400/bday+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433443718918259698" /></a>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-85585255523914418222010-01-29T11:10:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:25:30.680-08:0010 Months Later...<a href="http://www.kaleidoscopewebs.com/Pics/snuggles2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; " src="http://www.kaleidoscopewebs.com/Pics/snuggles2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432243549760421906" /></a><br /><br />10 months later, the first words out of Anna's mouth, <a href="http://bekandcurt.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-beats.html">each and every morning</a>, are STILL, "Can I please come snuggle my brother now?!" Those two melt my heart.Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-33690030096318784872010-01-28T10:44:00.000-08:002010-01-28T10:48:34.976-08:00Zach-isims...I expect there to be many more of these as time goes on, but today is our debut ZACH-ISIM!! Despite the fact that Anna proclaimed <a href="http://bekandcurt.blogspot.com/2009/06/zachs-first-word.html">his first word </a>spoken many months ago, I think we have a real contender now. And, as I go through my day now, it is to the constant critique of my 10 month old saying, "Uh oh!!!" He's probably right!Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-36650450106965379522010-01-28T10:40:00.001-08:002010-01-28T10:44:29.450-08:00Anna-isims...This morning, Curtis left a lottery ticket with $1 in coins taped to the front door with a sweet little note for Anna. When she saw it, she said, "Yeah! Daddy said he'd give me $1 OR a lottery ticket, and he gave me both!" When I asked why he said that, she said, "Well, I don't know. We were playing, and Daddy's back popped, and he said it was the sound of him getting old, and I said he wasn't old at all! Then he said that."<br /><br />--------------------------<br /><br />Yesterday in the car on the way to school, Anna and I were playing "Name That Song That I Am Humming". She would hum a song, and I'd call out the name of it. When she started humming "Itsy Bitsy Spider" I didn't call out the name, but started doing the hand motions to the song, instead. She immediately said, "Close! It WAS "Itsy Bitsy Spider", but it WASN'T the Spanish version." <em>????????????</em>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-86598724439121818862010-01-23T12:32:00.000-08:002010-01-23T12:34:55.022-08:00If he were a superhero......he'd be Sideways BOY!!! Such a cutie.<br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtXKrX15yS0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtXKrX15yS0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242524.post-44189140622765860182010-01-19T13:50:00.000-08:002010-01-19T13:53:21.252-08:00Norm!!!Curtis and I were talking about finding a baby sitter so that we could go see Avatar while it's still in the theater. It seems that our usual babysitter were all going to be tied up. So, he said, "It would be good if we could find someone who you see every day, so they know Zach...you know, like...Starbucks." Smartass. <br /><br />Although, I admit, I got 8" cut off of my hair last week, and when I went to my 'usual' Starbucks drive through, the barista said, "Hey! I love your new haircut!" So...maybe he wasn't too far off base.Bekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802396876475436581noreply@blogger.com1