I wasn't that organized.
SO, here is a picture from Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas. haha.
January 5, 2010
christmas card
We didn't take family pictures for our Christmas cards.
I wasn't that organized.
SO, here is a picture from Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas. haha.
I wasn't that organized.
SO, here is a picture from Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas. haha.
gross
I got on Facebook this morning and happened to see this ad on the sidebar. I added the giant symbol going across her body to cover her up because obviously a lot of people at the advertising company somehow forgot she was naked before they took the picture.
I see this and immediately think two things:
1. American Apparel, you are stupid. I'm sad this blog is even giving more attention to you. If I have the chance to ever buy something of yours I'll walk away in the other direction, simply because you think having a naked girl in some tights is the smartest way to showcase your collect.
2. I think of my little cousin Caleb. He's in middle school and guess what American Apparel/Facebook, he's ON Facebook. As if he doesn't have enough pressure with school, homework, friends and home...he'll also have sexual temptation thrown his way. AND now, if he clicks on the computer and gets on Facebook, he'll have this image in his head too.
It breaks my heart and makes me think if sex is everywhere now...what sort of chance does my son have when he's in middle school? I think raising a baby is hard, wait until my son has the pressures and temptations from the world thrown his way everywhere he goes. And I thought I prayed hard now...
I see this and immediately think two things:1. American Apparel, you are stupid. I'm sad this blog is even giving more attention to you. If I have the chance to ever buy something of yours I'll walk away in the other direction, simply because you think having a naked girl in some tights is the smartest way to showcase your collect.
2. I think of my little cousin Caleb. He's in middle school and guess what American Apparel/Facebook, he's ON Facebook. As if he doesn't have enough pressure with school, homework, friends and home...he'll also have sexual temptation thrown his way. AND now, if he clicks on the computer and gets on Facebook, he'll have this image in his head too.
It breaks my heart and makes me think if sex is everywhere now...what sort of chance does my son have when he's in middle school? I think raising a baby is hard, wait until my son has the pressures and temptations from the world thrown his way everywhere he goes. And I thought I prayed hard now...
January 4, 2010
stats and skillz report: 16 months
Since Colt turned 1 in September it's been a whirlwind. Fall always goes by so fast, then December goes by faster and now it's 2010. Crazy!
Colt has turned into such a little man. He's ALL boy, doesn't slow down and keeps me on my toes. That is for sure! Here is his stats and skillz report for being a big boy at 16 months old.
-31.5" tall, 29lbs, size 6 diaper, 2T-3T clothes
-lover of Tigger and Pooh. AND he has slightly caught on to my obsession with GLEE. He doesn't really watch the whole episode just enjoys all the music throughout and breaks out in random squealing and dancing.
-he can say in sign language: more, please, water, milk, banana and all done.
-he can say in English: dadda, momma, gog [dog], bah [ball].
-'bahhhghh' is also his word for everything else.
-'disss bahhhghh' is his word for the sweeper. sometimes.
-he can blow kisses, wave, wink, clap, snap, dance [pretty fly for a white guy], throw a baseball, kick a ball, climb up and down all over my furniture, do flips over my furniture, give high gives, run and give big hugs, give kisses, play peek-a-boo, spit, make all kinds of weird snorts & elephant noises to make me laugh. do all the hand movements to the Itsy Bitsy Spider. solve a rubix cube.
-some of his favorite things: the sweeper, my blow dryer, my rolling pin, my hand mixer, my curling iron, the sweeper extensions [uses them like a microphone]. Just realized how feminine all my son's favorite things are. haha! But mostly he likes things that make noise. AND today I'm only letting him play with baseballs & dirt.
-he loves, I mean loves his paciblankie. Growing up I was never really attached to a blanket or a stuffed animal but he drags his blankie around like Linus from Charlie Brown. I have to hide it or keep his bedroom door shut because he would take it everywhere with him if he could. They're for naps only [and car rides just as a backup].
-he loves cheese, grapes, corn, peas, teddy grams, milk, kiwi, bananas, water, goldfish, peanut butter sandwiches and pizza.
-when I ask him where baby Molly is, he runs over lifts my shirt and hugs my belly. MELTS MY HEART.
-he has discovered his own belly button and really enjoys poking it.
-recently he's learned how to make big splashes in the bathtub and not get phased with water is covering his face...or covering the bathroom floor...or covering my face.
-when I tell him Daddy's home he runs between the front door and the garage door guessing which one he'll come through.
-when I ask him 'who's at the door?' he'll run to the front door and start knocking.
-when I ask him if he's ready for a nap & his paciblankie he runs to his bedroom door and starts knocking and tired laughing. he loves to take his naps.
-depending on the day he takes 1-2 naps a day. Sometimes it's one 3-4 hour nap...other days it's 2, 2hour naps. just depends on his mood and schedule for the day. He is a champion at going with the flow. There was one day I thought he might skip a nap all together but at about 5pm he crumbled and so I let him take a late one.
-he bawls every time we drop him off at the nursery...which is weird because he never, ever cries when we leave him with babysitters. BUT the babysitters are always grandma/grandpa's or cousins. Hopefully he grows into liking church.
-the other night my little cousins watched him for a few hours and they said he moved the sweeper over to the couch, crawled up and pointed and whined at the sweeper, which was his way of asking them to put the sweeper on the couch next to him while he watched and episode of Pooh. They're friends.
-he loves Copper. They're adorable together. He tries to sit on her all the time, she's a good sport about it. They share many hugs and laughs throughout the day. They really are best friends.
Colt has turned into such a little man. He's ALL boy, doesn't slow down and keeps me on my toes. That is for sure! Here is his stats and skillz report for being a big boy at 16 months old.
-31.5" tall, 29lbs, size 6 diaper, 2T-3T clothes
-lover of Tigger and Pooh. AND he has slightly caught on to my obsession with GLEE. He doesn't really watch the whole episode just enjoys all the music throughout and breaks out in random squealing and dancing.
-he can say in sign language: more, please, water, milk, banana and all done.
-he can say in English: dadda, momma, gog [dog], bah [ball].
-'bahhhghh' is also his word for everything else.
-'disss bahhhghh' is his word for the sweeper. sometimes.
-he can blow kisses, wave, wink, clap, snap, dance [pretty fly for a white guy], throw a baseball, kick a ball, climb up and down all over my furniture, do flips over my furniture, give high gives, run and give big hugs, give kisses, play peek-a-boo, spit, make all kinds of weird snorts & elephant noises to make me laugh. do all the hand movements to the Itsy Bitsy Spider. solve a rubix cube.
-some of his favorite things: the sweeper, my blow dryer, my rolling pin, my hand mixer, my curling iron, the sweeper extensions [uses them like a microphone]. Just realized how feminine all my son's favorite things are. haha! But mostly he likes things that make noise. AND today I'm only letting him play with baseballs & dirt.
-he loves, I mean loves his paciblankie. Growing up I was never really attached to a blanket or a stuffed animal but he drags his blankie around like Linus from Charlie Brown. I have to hide it or keep his bedroom door shut because he would take it everywhere with him if he could. They're for naps only [and car rides just as a backup].
-he loves cheese, grapes, corn, peas, teddy grams, milk, kiwi, bananas, water, goldfish, peanut butter sandwiches and pizza.
-when I ask him where baby Molly is, he runs over lifts my shirt and hugs my belly. MELTS MY HEART.
-he has discovered his own belly button and really enjoys poking it.
-recently he's learned how to make big splashes in the bathtub and not get phased with water is covering his face...or covering the bathroom floor...or covering my face.
-when I tell him Daddy's home he runs between the front door and the garage door guessing which one he'll come through.
-when I ask him 'who's at the door?' he'll run to the front door and start knocking.
-when I ask him if he's ready for a nap & his paciblankie he runs to his bedroom door and starts knocking and tired laughing. he loves to take his naps.
-depending on the day he takes 1-2 naps a day. Sometimes it's one 3-4 hour nap...other days it's 2, 2hour naps. just depends on his mood and schedule for the day. He is a champion at going with the flow. There was one day I thought he might skip a nap all together but at about 5pm he crumbled and so I let him take a late one.
-he bawls every time we drop him off at the nursery...which is weird because he never, ever cries when we leave him with babysitters. BUT the babysitters are always grandma/grandpa's or cousins. Hopefully he grows into liking church.
-the other night my little cousins watched him for a few hours and they said he moved the sweeper over to the couch, crawled up and pointed and whined at the sweeper, which was his way of asking them to put the sweeper on the couch next to him while he watched and episode of Pooh. They're friends.
-he loves Copper. They're adorable together. He tries to sit on her all the time, she's a good sport about it. They share many hugs and laughs throughout the day. They really are best friends.
I love my son.
January 3, 2010
party puffy pom ball things
Yesterday my cousin Meg and I set out to prime Molly's room. We got approximately 3/4 of 1 wall done then I decided it was too dang smelly and with the window open and the Arctic air blowing in on my soft, supple, skin, I was bound to die if I kept it up. So we quit.
While I was thinking of what else I could do to be productive I decided to get crafty. There are there party-pom-puffy-tissue-paper-flower-ball-thingies that I once saw on the Martha Stewart website but more recently saw recreated on ETSY. They only cost you $200 for one party pom...they're made out of tissue paper. I'm exaggerating about the $200 part but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't pay anything for something made out of tissue paper so I searched the www and found Martha's how-to instructions for a flower-ball-thingie. Turned out pretty cute!
I'm going to hang them from the ceiling in baby girls room.
You likey?
January 2, 2010
our tent
I'm not sure what makes a tent so special.
For whatever reason to climb into a small plastic cave, laugh until the air gets hot from your own breath and tell secrets that sound like 'pschh spchh shchsh' multiple times a day is loads of fun.
I cherish these little moments because one day he'll be too cool for tents and possibly [gulp] too cool for me.
For whatever reason to climb into a small plastic cave, laugh until the air gets hot from your own breath and tell secrets that sound like 'pschh spchh shchsh' multiple times a day is loads of fun.
I cherish these little moments because one day he'll be too cool for tents and possibly [gulp] too cool for me.
I just re-read my last sentence and now I'm crying.
Thank you and Goodnight.
January 1, 2010
let's vote
It's that time to paint Molly's room but I'm slightly torn. 
Let's vote.
All her furniture is black.
Do I go light pink/green:
OR
Yellow/Pinks/Grays:
Things that make you go, Hmmm?
December 31, 2009
breakaway
After letting the dog up from her kennel downstairs the gate was open for a few seconds. When I walked back to shut it Colt had made his prison break.
He's a fast little motor scooter.
December 30, 2009
51 years
Happy Anniversary Grams and Gramps!
Thank you for being an amazing example of what love looks like.
I LOVE YOU!
Thank you for being an amazing example of what love looks like.
I LOVE YOU!
We're a very soft spoken, reserved type of family. Can you tell?
stylin
For Colt's Christmas Eve outfit we got him this really cute hat. We've been calling it a 'newspaper boy hat'. Every time we tried it on him Andy would yell 'News paepa's fo sale!' and then Colt would come running and rip it off.
He likes to wear hats but more in the form of bowls, cups, you know, things that aren't hats! Luckily for me all the stars must have been aligned on Christmas Eve because he wore his hat! I was so proud.
He likes to wear hats but more in the form of bowls, cups, you know, things that aren't hats! Luckily for me all the stars must have been aligned on Christmas Eve because he wore his hat! I was so proud.
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