tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84012867777687748932024-03-18T21:51:33.287-07:00The Worst BlogStan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-24772899305758925302011-07-22T14:00:00.000-07:002011-08-13T21:43:31.522-07:00OctoberSo October was busy busy and as always my favorite month. We took a trip to Graue Mill with Aunt Molly and she got in on the action showing Fred the giant nest. They look like nutty squirrels to me!
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<br />Last of the garden harvest.
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<br />Preschool field trip to the local nursery a couple blocks from our house - Kinche's totally rocks!
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<br />Jeff ran the Chicago marathon - that would be his obnoxious support crew. The lime green is totally neccessary but the balloons may have put us on other people's hit list as they became a bit unruly.
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<br />Exploring a new forrest preserve, why I think that's a good idea to do on my own I haven't a clue.
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<br />Trip to the pumpkin patch!
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<br />"Some day boys, I'll buy you one."
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<br />I found the cutest one in the patch though!
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<br />Preschool party!
<br />Fred the Tiger and Mariam the Chicken! I seriously could not get enough of her in that costume - it was just too hilarious!
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<br />The little goblins
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<br />Every good party ends with playing trucks
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<br />"Uh mom, not to alarm you but did you put my hat in the dryer? My hat has seem to have shrunk."
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<br />My adorable godson!
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<br />So from the moment Fred said he wanted to be a tiger I was so excited to have Calvin and Hobbes! Do you think I remembered to take a picture of them together?! DOH!
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<br />Cal as union labor.
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<br />Noah the method actor... "I am spiderman!"
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<br />Happy Halloween from the Worst Family
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<br />Enjoy the talking pumpkin!
<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyO9ShtKZzrrwyURmbZkNynByu1-fCFcc5W0FhTV18dd21qI7lqP_JXM3flbk4MQraa0g1FefjNzEJNYOUaeQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-61873899336789371762011-05-03T18:45:00.000-07:002011-07-22T13:49:09.808-07:00SeptemberHewes Lake House Trip - Oh so much fun!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDt8re1gyWgUtpPTLg2WoPuBplGYRd6Cg2AnnhYhneDnI67tN93bl2Uv9FuX_9POCWTkHbiv1r3tpZm1_DL0llHNuN9EqBtpEbqRu7_596Tln_G-_mwR1FelwUwVA8esEu_L0_PcubPM/s1600/IMG_4034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDt8re1gyWgUtpPTLg2WoPuBplGYRd6Cg2AnnhYhneDnI67tN93bl2Uv9FuX_9POCWTkHbiv1r3tpZm1_DL0llHNuN9EqBtpEbqRu7_596Tln_G-_mwR1FelwUwVA8esEu_L0_PcubPM/s320/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602675605401922450" /></a> 20 children on a pontoon - what could go wrong?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXWFvCqjLZ0kPs4YqFWRzRiqgws5PFgJLcGI_XBCJsnwxzGV0ZrYX7AZ4SFj8jMOe5SE47hCTm8YYafa1zXYPj9z3O2vOpmmwTI968zDWEzOqXip7QE198fWX7m2klZc43TjtR9wTAPk/s1600/IMG_4023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXWFvCqjLZ0kPs4YqFWRzRiqgws5PFgJLcGI_XBCJsnwxzGV0ZrYX7AZ4SFj8jMOe5SE47hCTm8YYafa1zXYPj9z3O2vOpmmwTI968zDWEzOqXip7QE198fWX7m2klZc43TjtR9wTAPk/s320/IMG_4023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602675597931778514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FvQElDiurRJWcjvrPS0wrKy1pC83mx3iTeqP5NGDXIXUZ4BrBfrHaImYS99H-Yb8NvpRKa6spR9vk_Wx7sYcWk_hYWEwR6cEw0ar_zzfxFhqbeC4V8iLmdplzWwQQXz9hP19CvkKac0/s1600/IMG_4022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FvQElDiurRJWcjvrPS0wrKy1pC83mx3iTeqP5NGDXIXUZ4BrBfrHaImYS99H-Yb8NvpRKa6spR9vk_Wx7sYcWk_hYWEwR6cEw0ar_zzfxFhqbeC4V8iLmdplzWwQQXz9hP19CvkKac0/s320/IMG_4022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602675594673578738" /></a> ummm... really disturbing, I'm not sure if I need to be concerned or not....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcDyWOkSS6f-7vl1QaTHa4W0GKLtkh1C8a1lxICo6jodgAFI0ggWn1kY8Be8raI2J0-OuySvNVes51YHaev3pxf1vcdV53Tu13vdu6PeXkDmKNVBIIPS3Z1XjX3XLBevcpXKkYB8UbE8/s1600/IMG_4020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcDyWOkSS6f-7vl1QaTHa4W0GKLtkh1C8a1lxICo6jodgAFI0ggWn1kY8Be8raI2J0-OuySvNVes51YHaev3pxf1vcdV53Tu13vdu6PeXkDmKNVBIIPS3Z1XjX3XLBevcpXKkYB8UbE8/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673096123454642" /></a><br />no judging parenting skills!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJV-QA0v_lz_0X_-2JlYZD_p1Rb7n4KzwCLQIniUHlCuY8Ld0buqpgsVv-ZgZZtiCNIKTvlF83DXDz2ia9Yay17Ny7M3o0AReIQ9CJKxKJ1aneNsxIDrpJ_KEefN_2wpfVymhyphenhyphenFKpg1g/s1600/IMG_4019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJV-QA0v_lz_0X_-2JlYZD_p1Rb7n4KzwCLQIniUHlCuY8Ld0buqpgsVv-ZgZZtiCNIKTvlF83DXDz2ia9Yay17Ny7M3o0AReIQ9CJKxKJ1aneNsxIDrpJ_KEefN_2wpfVymhyphenhyphenFKpg1g/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673088440786050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUVJMq98XPsQ_cHPEXhKBLurAkYsggV8OPNclU-PimW_BIk0QvJAwfuCmWKozYmySXwg2_dJsVzMreODOegl_5g2cVL6FETbEb-DHLRRaAqc_vF4sGaUsNNzaGZC0OxIOW2_ZUg6-Bok/s1600/IMG_4014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUVJMq98XPsQ_cHPEXhKBLurAkYsggV8OPNclU-PimW_BIk0QvJAwfuCmWKozYmySXwg2_dJsVzMreODOegl_5g2cVL6FETbEb-DHLRRaAqc_vF4sGaUsNNzaGZC0OxIOW2_ZUg6-Bok/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673082700264818" /></a><br />SOUTH HAVEN!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-es24St82OuQ9XGwmqXDy84n02V-47WmF1VTqY6KD7sstXmTcFc2lhQI7hTLm1032exhBOkXPdYo5vi6pj-7DCYYBz_fJA13wZFtZRzeZzZUPQ-YZCWqbTiwJ3Sh5oSsNeTzWM8JIEf0/s1600/IMG_4043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-es24St82OuQ9XGwmqXDy84n02V-47WmF1VTqY6KD7sstXmTcFc2lhQI7hTLm1032exhBOkXPdYo5vi6pj-7DCYYBz_fJA13wZFtZRzeZzZUPQ-YZCWqbTiwJ3Sh5oSsNeTzWM8JIEf0/s320/IMG_4043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602675617179312258" /></a> A trip to the beach seemed to require us to pack a little heavy.Too windy to go - it was like being sandblasted! Only a semi-crazy father and son team braved the conditions.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaIGZJss2Vo2wzLbzDu8JLEpQ7tQlQWcv7nDR-rybPhcpJqjdMh2skB7QD7cXqYbMAiMWhWJljlnBu2xIj6XdNHHp7d9Zdi-W9Q_JN1dYEq4vuoXC-ARKQwXWraM2-X09v6xQm59g7uM/s1600/IMG_4040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaIGZJss2Vo2wzLbzDu8JLEpQ7tQlQWcv7nDR-rybPhcpJqjdMh2skB7QD7cXqYbMAiMWhWJljlnBu2xIj6XdNHHp7d9Zdi-W9Q_JN1dYEq4vuoXC-ARKQwXWraM2-X09v6xQm59g7uM/s320/IMG_4040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602675615227557986" /></a><br />Ahh much better - beach conditions greatly improved!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPby0ilMbD_EvM3bO1UbTj773hT6-Oh42HajkMKfF3i-cOeyOIiNoWoqlR1wmCGcEWrvhn84QAhXzDHmvhUMLlqApSF1a3CaI9ERFu8PYyNz4nAk_s9erXk0LY7GTPU1bm0lnF4H4j-6A/s1600/IMG_4094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPby0ilMbD_EvM3bO1UbTj773hT6-Oh42HajkMKfF3i-cOeyOIiNoWoqlR1wmCGcEWrvhn84QAhXzDHmvhUMLlqApSF1a3CaI9ERFu8PYyNz4nAk_s9erXk0LY7GTPU1bm0lnF4H4j-6A/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677833276608658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENuNNL_iOak9X-gnnQ9-kxWu1Rew8yXdGr73wXIaRSqRKaITIUNhJHd6XlU-EkTeqH3s-TR9DiCc1u0cWBgKCPvvCUTOAqk_-1Hw41ftca7C-DYbwmsKN7oUfetIVsNWzU8-y291f84A/s1600/IMG_4084.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENuNNL_iOak9X-gnnQ9-kxWu1Rew8yXdGr73wXIaRSqRKaITIUNhJHd6XlU-EkTeqH3s-TR9DiCc1u0cWBgKCPvvCUTOAqk_-1Hw41ftca7C-DYbwmsKN7oUfetIVsNWzU8-y291f84A/s320/IMG_4084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677820834042114" /></a><br />A tractor show! Could this trip get any better?!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96iJhlMQBELlp6nHDR0v2t9BjzcTecrqHA3Y1TbHhQ01GzRpVjugDHURWpXSStkG5fCF7WxIL5KcCOKa26shXmQV5Nm0mutHFMafDG_i_ay6ML0cEH5fdHmC_Ksenx7lGF0KVUEaijKA/s1600/IMG_4050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96iJhlMQBELlp6nHDR0v2t9BjzcTecrqHA3Y1TbHhQ01GzRpVjugDHURWpXSStkG5fCF7WxIL5KcCOKa26shXmQV5Nm0mutHFMafDG_i_ay6ML0cEH5fdHmC_Ksenx7lGF0KVUEaijKA/s320/IMG_4050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677813184969042" /></a><br />Yes, apples.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnev-41pzPwwTQ_wdYluknTOoH5Dd5s8RnumlK1fxwgh2m0DvpksOJxMBuzcta4M75pyVoqH2tAN4xWGem8GFX8bZVyXkI-baJ0ou_9C70KKRgrk79qNh2NRTUOPlDBZRnriWay315-vs/s1600/IMG_4060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnev-41pzPwwTQ_wdYluknTOoH5Dd5s8RnumlK1fxwgh2m0DvpksOJxMBuzcta4M75pyVoqH2tAN4xWGem8GFX8bZVyXkI-baJ0ou_9C70KKRgrk79qNh2NRTUOPlDBZRnriWay315-vs/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677801852527810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr1RykS237kH6GCK6S5gQesnT0YMe5KNKTKhVY7KXJO0jMxxG0gU9iD6KBRO5eoXpeqyb4q8EC7zJHvjdtbSnon5ApnqDnLDBRE0vfx3jAFRR0IWsLSKOJJLVGe5cl3HS1FC_2xe4w78/s1600/IMG_4059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr1RykS237kH6GCK6S5gQesnT0YMe5KNKTKhVY7KXJO0jMxxG0gU9iD6KBRO5eoXpeqyb4q8EC7zJHvjdtbSnon5ApnqDnLDBRE0vfx3jAFRR0IWsLSKOJJLVGe5cl3HS1FC_2xe4w78/s320/IMG_4059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677698336352386" /></a><br /><br /><br />First Day of School! ( I know he's only 2 1/2 but mommy thought it would be a good idea to practice listening to other adults)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpVjAGkmFiAnCm7SFOZ7P7j7E24vWdRMN0asNkZtZk_Nq4YSitO0XwVtzk8zZQSjmx26lTsytGkmuKF1uxsBZwkk0hukMl74w36AEiV4FQvLjk_qLCCGj63X9Hgy3ywHmGD1rwwDLEhU/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpVjAGkmFiAnCm7SFOZ7P7j7E24vWdRMN0asNkZtZk_Nq4YSitO0XwVtzk8zZQSjmx26lTsytGkmuKF1uxsBZwkk0hukMl74w36AEiV4FQvLjk_qLCCGj63X9Hgy3ywHmGD1rwwDLEhU/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673073147420338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw9i_4IZDbdwr32j0to_NpWDrGfCnYgJC_TTZpA6rJc3xeK_i4PT1gyDxFQMbOxkzThoF-M1W3ME1GEEjQAjFbxnrN0gtQxBFK4nmghITBBElRMcp9SkLB08U8Z3XxCQRil81kLgpH44/s1600/IMG_4004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw9i_4IZDbdwr32j0to_NpWDrGfCnYgJC_TTZpA6rJc3xeK_i4PT1gyDxFQMbOxkzThoF-M1W3ME1GEEjQAjFbxnrN0gtQxBFK4nmghITBBElRMcp9SkLB08U8Z3XxCQRil81kLgpH44/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673081052718690" /></a> Fire trucks helped calm our nerves!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-91333889736849342182010-11-18T13:56:00.001-08:002011-03-25T19:06:00.676-07:00End of July & AugustSo now I need to summarize what we did for the end of summer, let's see...<br /><br />Well I guess looking at my photo library I had a bit more of July to post:<br />Fred and I took Cal on his first out of state trip just over the boarder in Wisconsin to visit our buddies the Dippolds and pal Erin (I didn't take these photos but they were so cute!) Fred was in love with Ernie, and Ray liked Cal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOBSDLgwR4CevDR272XAkC9dz4sa6MSlDb8jmShx2Y3Zfp0XeTyk17SFjylOQ5GLtKYlpORy7HNbb0kqauGIsS_jEPfuDSLZvnNcUOKLEkS2o_YXJYnOcQHPBzglSA7_6A5GWFs3cLGk/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOBSDLgwR4CevDR272XAkC9dz4sa6MSlDb8jmShx2Y3Zfp0XeTyk17SFjylOQ5GLtKYlpORy7HNbb0kqauGIsS_jEPfuDSLZvnNcUOKLEkS2o_YXJYnOcQHPBzglSA7_6A5GWFs3cLGk/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017437063542706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3YJuaLXnTzwFHUFN3P783_n4DBm2uQYH4i0X_AdsMA6h9bHxcVG8jjC_ZhQwxAHzmGHRqrGNGX3zYmczCMw3yXCJwTDu49rpN1dITuNJrgSpUUrBE-3hnIpiLWc1nH1i150jsKjqllQ/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3YJuaLXnTzwFHUFN3P783_n4DBm2uQYH4i0X_AdsMA6h9bHxcVG8jjC_ZhQwxAHzmGHRqrGNGX3zYmczCMw3yXCJwTDu49rpN1dITuNJrgSpUUrBE-3hnIpiLWc1nH1i150jsKjqllQ/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017427714071714" /></a><br />Very cute. But see what a few hours in Cheeseland did to Fred - he almost switched teams... oh the horror!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hnjbfX2pjhTTCarzublZ3KYlVzj9LxrcV9URWqzxEkwoe7_JhU2Pdm7_endm9paoZTqywT9GftdFtC2eKe0WzNNc-goUs_cZ1p0r4FWHLMzKC7h4CKVcDaLDxCxuOp0Mksg4kqbWlug/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hnjbfX2pjhTTCarzublZ3KYlVzj9LxrcV9URWqzxEkwoe7_JhU2Pdm7_endm9paoZTqywT9GftdFtC2eKe0WzNNc-goUs_cZ1p0r4FWHLMzKC7h4CKVcDaLDxCxuOp0Mksg4kqbWlug/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017419997774274" /></a><br />Cal meeting his new forced best friend Sam.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS_8xHMNO_fV4ZecnFTGzhGWwWz8FOB2QFYJlrRWpITZNtxd-BH6bziweg4nkkZB-nMHu0y8TUVQbX4As8QPCL2rI5JK28XyeDywOJwRgAfgU1x7YJzrpbqlxp6i7InZsBf0MunrW_M4/s1600/IMG_3928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS_8xHMNO_fV4ZecnFTGzhGWwWz8FOB2QFYJlrRWpITZNtxd-BH6bziweg4nkkZB-nMHu0y8TUVQbX4As8QPCL2rI5JK28XyeDywOJwRgAfgU1x7YJzrpbqlxp6i7InZsBf0MunrW_M4/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576280276303268306" /></a><br />Lots of Splash Park fun, I think this is 4th of July too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19bgKzbJCj-Xdj469YpIy0X8q8qFzrErgxt-TgWXzrmZiQBL__A2oMhr80Gs-Ihh8GIyh2fJj6T36tQ06PRexxUDzcYqPGnrclwYta3wPeyfR9ssth8EFhuFaDVl3903sO-yJ4HMGrtQ/s1600/IMG_3879.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19bgKzbJCj-Xdj469YpIy0X8q8qFzrErgxt-TgWXzrmZiQBL__A2oMhr80Gs-Ihh8GIyh2fJj6T36tQ06PRexxUDzcYqPGnrclwYta3wPeyfR9ssth8EFhuFaDVl3903sO-yJ4HMGrtQ/s320/IMG_3879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576280268224504770" /></a><br />No, that's not Frieda cleaning our play house, just Fred and his unibrow of mud. He is a worker guy, likes to be busy with chores.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUdulR1IFsRepn5pNYX7S8ZTfVvrQdGRISdK_utxZddjhnFaY8cG835w1K1g-jC4h9SGNs5eUytaT-U1SGi9zivAzeehusiSXVunGiDl_7P0MYBLNdJpLai8xTVMhaQjROxB7z6c5A5o/s1600/IMG_3930.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghUdulR1IFsRepn5pNYX7S8ZTfVvrQdGRISdK_utxZddjhnFaY8cG835w1K1g-jC4h9SGNs5eUytaT-U1SGi9zivAzeehusiSXVunGiDl_7P0MYBLNdJpLai8xTVMhaQjROxB7z6c5A5o/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576280255751090450" /></a><br />Bucket bath after "cleaning" the play house. Who doesn't love back yard bathing?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEbEAjjn88M_cjLkY5zW6YQdCCqEVemaV053AeMW9ZA-sjFGhlZTTaTPxRx03mD7xdi9ixxb-a04Vbeck0gp0GBdNalaOu-6EHwO-P9rIrvgnWWLbzJ_lVdwUbHHBJzCj7HtVO40wDu0/s1600/IMG_3935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEbEAjjn88M_cjLkY5zW6YQdCCqEVemaV053AeMW9ZA-sjFGhlZTTaTPxRx03mD7xdi9ixxb-a04Vbeck0gp0GBdNalaOu-6EHwO-P9rIrvgnWWLbzJ_lVdwUbHHBJzCj7HtVO40wDu0/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576280266471295106" /></a><br /><br />Our block party with fire truck... way cool in this jr. fire fighters book.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdLfvtRr1I09ypT7QQS_X3y7xBNSFyEekR5-Q7ioazOjTUBKsiutxkLB-P6vx40dcijZvD9mx6H9Y5GloviMaJOGEk9SAg-Y03tUbZ4wu0yauHXnXN9p-g0mVZuYfzENXdYB_SPwpXOY/s1600/IMG_3917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdLfvtRr1I09ypT7QQS_X3y7xBNSFyEekR5-Q7ioazOjTUBKsiutxkLB-P6vx40dcijZvD9mx6H9Y5GloviMaJOGEk9SAg-Y03tUbZ4wu0yauHXnXN9p-g0mVZuYfzENXdYB_SPwpXOY/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576280251590368082" /></a><br /><br />My sweet baby boy. Isn't that onsie fantastic? My childhood best friend made that for him, how special right?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHGDa21S7gReDQEvYAaS1MMES3X5HZzfRrvbhtun_pD9HFWX8H848fASLBcR40lA-A6R7-8BMEMs8Mq_BgFwcLeBrS8ErSOU2nI9g6nM6HTPrSCvGR5oTb7MXwAQQ3kkN5OsQz4ARX9Y/s1600/IMG_3940.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHGDa21S7gReDQEvYAaS1MMES3X5HZzfRrvbhtun_pD9HFWX8H848fASLBcR40lA-A6R7-8BMEMs8Mq_BgFwcLeBrS8ErSOU2nI9g6nM6HTPrSCvGR5oTb7MXwAQQ3kkN5OsQz4ARX9Y/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582303185391611106" /></a><br />And he always has this expression of joy and wonder, it makes me laugh!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauNJb0Or-l7BuqXcwTETP_IFBqKLsaI2Kek5uj_ac6MbskQDXKHXcv9Gqztixrlcxfhz9hQGTXypj6e7ekCTN54p3DiKIOfR6U8yYW0TmrJZ4mFdfiPO4XHST_49oQUtXYsn_sWtbeVQ/s1600/IMG_3946.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauNJb0Or-l7BuqXcwTETP_IFBqKLsaI2Kek5uj_ac6MbskQDXKHXcv9Gqztixrlcxfhz9hQGTXypj6e7ekCTN54p3DiKIOfR6U8yYW0TmrJZ4mFdfiPO4XHST_49oQUtXYsn_sWtbeVQ/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582303190577352146" /></a><br /><br />Day Out with Thomas at the train museum in Union, IL. So great but hot hot hot sticky hot!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeXI3bTr_h4iGdtp5q7rV9EVulPBkFncQBbGKu82TuVV5x6gN00uDoYDMUe1PARX3wTtOZwu_UKU8v0G9-rGwlF2m0LS45xAsB5SYptPpxl243ELao2yST5QtYJf6hrx8Czr9LMXKV0I/s1600/IMG_3972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZeXI3bTr_h4iGdtp5q7rV9EVulPBkFncQBbGKu82TuVV5x6gN00uDoYDMUe1PARX3wTtOZwu_UKU8v0G9-rGwlF2m0LS45xAsB5SYptPpxl243ELao2yST5QtYJf6hrx8Czr9LMXKV0I/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582304933450228514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqepBmnIufzNYIuy-DAZ9RbYhWlu_7AV3SKH1Jl2sMWx1kpGAjVL3ZENgOc0r1n3kUL_VIdhZdGxgNxYXE8iD9_O85aK0PKfI9XhgjbEhneZbNwQ3440NnVScTnTghcVKZOb3VVtzgao/s1600/IMG_3974.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqepBmnIufzNYIuy-DAZ9RbYhWlu_7AV3SKH1Jl2sMWx1kpGAjVL3ZENgOc0r1n3kUL_VIdhZdGxgNxYXE8iD9_O85aK0PKfI9XhgjbEhneZbNwQ3440NnVScTnTghcVKZOb3VVtzgao/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582304925436288274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5lafp6t4WT4g6vcwtm1pPC19Zl4Gkb1tllLd_rUN75gvR5-QNtWNYfdAzML1roT22q06cmMhtBDLWixSqoJZ5go76sMcn55ktYvj15VHTFHFiAmV-s11oBO2oxbMQO7UAZQUTbpPLlc/s1600/IMG_3967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5lafp6t4WT4g6vcwtm1pPC19Zl4Gkb1tllLd_rUN75gvR5-QNtWNYfdAzML1roT22q06cmMhtBDLWixSqoJZ5go76sMcn55ktYvj15VHTFHFiAmV-s11oBO2oxbMQO7UAZQUTbpPLlc/s320/IMG_3967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582304916554726402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gNso-R_5tTwoCi_hRweIErDmkhVR1fsxLeyuvbZxsbOrNJB2BShuS-P9-2E1RM1oV_uuQEca3q953j4akNfhBysty2IYcTYlKpxTkecu4Or6WDnBoyYjPupvLwsHKyvec8Nd7GBtCJ0/s1600/IMG_3959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gNso-R_5tTwoCi_hRweIErDmkhVR1fsxLeyuvbZxsbOrNJB2BShuS-P9-2E1RM1oV_uuQEca3q953j4akNfhBysty2IYcTYlKpxTkecu4Or6WDnBoyYjPupvLwsHKyvec8Nd7GBtCJ0/s320/IMG_3959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582304908221513010" /></a><br />Bumper Crop - we breed 'em big!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-zI3zX9shH1eJx6oFhC31OViicMZUddRhxviCa8Fj-pvY7coYHiOO4YBOg5PFzICcKWbibYqE-DI065Pob_13M7qte53jt2ICtgrPWdTalEWMGjsU-WQXypLpuHzos9n5eYledLc0XY/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-zI3zX9shH1eJx6oFhC31OViicMZUddRhxviCa8Fj-pvY7coYHiOO4YBOg5PFzICcKWbibYqE-DI065Pob_13M7qte53jt2ICtgrPWdTalEWMGjsU-WQXypLpuHzos9n5eYledLc0XY/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582305729195018994" /></a><br />(FYI - I didn't personally grow that watermelon, but everything else sure!)<br /><br /><br />O'Leary instant family... you want to keep 'em? Looking natural Emmett (especially with knowing the secrete awesomeness of the ceiling fan)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwSzZGZMl_5hDSoxhdeC0w7CNfG_zIoz5sLqvPjSe5BnvLmE9vqjvAwN20wlonYX56gB7gkbhrUUNwp-Uq7OOTQMEk66BJPJDq8I4ljT8pYjZMnz6_GMskGaqWgzzvia2NR0i2icf3fOM/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwSzZGZMl_5hDSoxhdeC0w7CNfG_zIoz5sLqvPjSe5BnvLmE9vqjvAwN20wlonYX56gB7gkbhrUUNwp-Uq7OOTQMEk66BJPJDq8I4ljT8pYjZMnz6_GMskGaqWgzzvia2NR0i2icf3fOM/s320/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584406132463827554" /></a><br /><br />Pirate Party for Nana Lynn's birthday!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4gCXe5Pex23rbjQ5kdelRPMMx556KX0Zxo2ox7w71wUFJHn8D2uGYXZL_BPa_8buipPgsFyK9WIl3jPpVjektoZvkuKy3YXjL9Sb7ezGGR62oLw4VTkqpVhuvGHhy3FkDxYI6a4Bj7c/s1600/IMG_3997.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4gCXe5Pex23rbjQ5kdelRPMMx556KX0Zxo2ox7w71wUFJHn8D2uGYXZL_BPa_8buipPgsFyK9WIl3jPpVjektoZvkuKy3YXjL9Sb7ezGGR62oLw4VTkqpVhuvGHhy3FkDxYI6a4Bj7c/s320/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584406151140621314" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKFWRcBeBMEz3XEyD2m1X_2aMiZm2mGNHiLc9M3uxKTrH_eq1kzYdFDV5guLrgXLZu7h_th7xvk01xzInsXZMNkyh1-xAl8mGCo6pryBXZTRCSKhnUgZVjW693qYnPIV1wyJmtnM9eHI/s1600/IMG_3995.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKFWRcBeBMEz3XEyD2m1X_2aMiZm2mGNHiLc9M3uxKTrH_eq1kzYdFDV5guLrgXLZu7h_th7xvk01xzInsXZMNkyh1-xAl8mGCo6pryBXZTRCSKhnUgZVjW693qYnPIV1wyJmtnM9eHI/s320/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584406137548199202" /></a><br /><br />Cal & GGP<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9fJJJn0e1158_crvOlsyP6IeeSb8QUhPKl_jO13H1Wx6AEpN9fpzsqNPvSIF7hdzIR0N-qht7B0UGz2Ds1FPavu03i8H1CkZeQ2F55eN3XayQcCzfvWX61N_la-Ziy4hH_QJ_AmOBDI/s1600/IMG_3996.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9fJJJn0e1158_crvOlsyP6IeeSb8QUhPKl_jO13H1Wx6AEpN9fpzsqNPvSIF7hdzIR0N-qht7B0UGz2Ds1FPavu03i8H1CkZeQ2F55eN3XayQcCzfvWX61N_la-Ziy4hH_QJ_AmOBDI/s320/IMG_3996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584406142303941490" /></a><br /><br />Well after all that don't you think we need to take a vacation?Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-80814772789751208392010-11-05T15:12:00.000-07:002010-12-18T13:59:51.775-08:00Did I really sign up for this?First off - no steeling this story and trying to make into a tv sitcom or motion picture because that's my plan to pay for these boys to go to college. Back in October I finally made it to get the boys pictures taken.<br /><br />Take a look at my cute boys <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirhNUfHYSa6zVshapSZjExO_tfWVtmK0LJgNcLWui2OoS6p29sHW4kzgqSFOtbohKeTjV6j-GIDHkeTYDo5XD5ZeJMfAwEHHljI1oCR_9nIEwO3aoii5FTNEOLdz-KZZCI6SfdHcbGW4/s1600/scan0001.jpg">here.</a><br /><br />Sweet, right? Now let me tell you what happened after this photo session.<br />As promised for good behavior Abby and I took our brood of boys to Red Robin for lunch. Now I knew I might be pushing my baby a little as far as his schedule goes but a promise is a promise to a two year old who needs lots of positive reinforcement. Well we ordered the boys food and they began to dive in the bottomless french fry basket (note to self: never a good idea). Cal became fussy and I thought if I held him maybe I could hold him off a little bit before he needed to eat. As I took him out of the car carrier I realized we had a blow out diaper situation. Never desirable, but I'm thinking to myself I can totally handle this too. Second time mama pro that I am. Abby's great friend Michelle joined us for lunch with her little 2 1/2 mo. cutie as well. So I ask the other mama's to watch my chowing toddler as I make my way to the women's bathroom to clean up my little Calveroo. Who had like poop up to his ears. There I go in the handicap stall to use the changing table, these kinda gross me out but I've got my own changing pad to lay over it. So I begin this process and I'm totally cocky in my head thinking, "Yeah check me out, I can handle this, I've got a spare out fit and a plastic bag to put the dirty clothes in. I even filled up two travel wipe containers so I have plenty for another change. This so would have freaked me out with Fred but now I got this whole mama thing down pat being all prepared". Decision time, nurse sitting on the john or do I go back to the table? The gross factor sways me to nurse under the table, besides no one was in the restaurant.<br /><br />Oh, hmmm, seems the entire staff of IBM has been seated next to our little play date lunch outing. Ok, you can handle this, you've got your hooder hider. Sure everyone is done eating except for me but this will work. Michelle graciously switches places with me so I can nurse inside the booth and hide somewhat under the table. The waitress who had left my food under the heat lamp brings it to me while I try to nurse one handed as Cal tries to rip off this crazy covering his mama put over his head as if to say "MOM! I Will be nursed in the open, show your breast to everyone!". This goes well for about 5 minutes. Of course the other two babies are sleeping contently in their car seats. Abby being the awesome friend she is takes Cal so I can try to wolf down half of my chicken sandwich. It is at this moment the two year olds decide to play high chair bumper cars by rocking them. Fred has finally decided he's done with the high chair and wants out, as he wiggles his little bootie out and attempts to stand up in the chair. Michelle being the awesome caregiver and responsible parent she is, places her hand gently on his back and we all tell him in a calm voice "Oh no Fred, that is dangerous, we don't stand in high chairs." Reasonable right? Logical? Calm, doesn't seem like anything should overwhelm him. Wrong. He goes absolutely nuts, like irrational hysterics and lets out a primal scream that is so loud and absolutely filled with panic & fear (the kind you hope your kid would use if some stranger ever grabbed them) it silents the restaurant. People stop what they're doing, stare to see how the child was being tortured, then realizing it is just a 2 year old, the din of the place returns. It was like the scene from When Harry met Sally. Noise, no noise, then noise. I jump up and get him out the chair while telling him it's not OK to scream like that! He clings pathetically to my neck and goes into rain man mode of "I'm all done, I'm all done". I tell him he can sit next to me, while I finish eating. He nods his head in agreement. I'm getting us into the booth when suddenly he looks at me in the face (his little hands still wrapped around my neck) and proceeds to vomit all over me. The mac n' cheese, the mandarin oranges, the bottomless basket of fries is beginning to pool up in between us on my humongous bosoms. Fred looks up, "I spit up a little bit mama." Really? I didn't notice. And ps kid, after your done nursing you don't "spit up", you ralph, hurl, vomit, blow chunks & or throw up. Now here is where you find out how deep your love for your children is, cause no one - not even the most wonderful, caring, loving people in this world want to get near vomit that isn't theirs. Piles of napkins are placed on the table next to me. The waitress places a wet bar rag on the table for me. But here's the catch, I can't move my arms! Otherwise there will be a tidal wave of vomit every where. I plead with someone to just throw the towel on top of me and puddle of vomit. Then I wade through the dinning room (while holding Fred) back to the women's handicap stall. I put him down while straddling the toilet to dispose of the maximum mess in the bowl. Then its back to striping him down and wiping him down with the rest of the wipes. Michelle comes back with one of Noah's sweaters (he had an extra) which was hilarious because it was a mid-rift on him! But he loved it and went back to the table with Michelle (his now best friend) while I worked through strategies on how to clean myself up. Every time I thought I wiped off all the vomit I could still smell it, until finally I realized it had pooled up in my bra, & with my cup size that's about a liter's worth of liquid volume. I have no extra shirt, no extra bra, and I'm at an utter loss as to what to do except to send someone to Kohl's next door and by me an extra large anything to make it out of the restaurant with clothes on. The stall is a mess and now I have a garbage bag, poop bag, and vomit bag. Michelle brings Cal back to me in the stall because he is now soooo hungry it can't wait and so there I am sitting on the toilet in Red Robin, topless, nursing my baby, laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes because I've basically gone round the bend. All I can think is that there is some 19yr old mall security guard watching monitors saying to himself "What the?!" This is where I could use fate to whisper in my ear before I get out of bed something like "You will end up topless in a Red Robin" just so you know I can gear up mentally. Abby had a spare zip up sweatshirt that I was able to escape the mall (I said a little prayer that the zipper would keep in place to keep me from exposing myself to the world) as we raced back to her house to put all the kids down for naps, while I did laundry & took a shower. In my haze, I used the dog shampoo (I've been flea less ever since) and then repeated the lather with human shampoo. But as I folded the last of our laundry and prepared for us to go home I realized that I have been on the go since 8am and really didn't have a moment to exhale until both boys went to bed that night - so if there aren't annual pictures of the boys until they are 16 now you know why.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-44194137642376929462010-10-29T20:41:00.000-07:002010-10-29T20:50:31.023-07:00Not that I needed one...But here's an excellent reason for having babies (I refuse to delete this off the camera because I watch it over and over again!)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwK3SC4Llw-JRdW1HxhKsipgo0SsDFir7Hnvzsi7UEm_l4KeEFIM3XOa6kPBUUB1pkHqKZfxvhCBTVjg0Z4FQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And that in a nut shell is my baby Calvin. Fred was a happy baby - but just so different, you really had to work to get a laugh, even now its hard to get him to sincerely laugh. Big fake laughs, sure, but to get a belly laugh from Fred is close to an oscar performance. Calvin is just so much more free with the smiles and laughter and its wonderful!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-3526134332725329662010-10-11T18:22:00.000-07:002010-10-29T20:38:57.294-07:00I'm sorry Cal...What can I say, raising two boys (one being a very highly spirited strong willed 2 year old), life gets really really busy. And so I'm sorry future Cal as you look at your electronic baby book here and say "Uh, mom where did I go for 3 months?" At the very least I did take the photos (and a few movies) so I will try to recollect our last several months here at the WORST household.<br /><br />So first we kicked off the summer in June with a pool party at cousin Kelly's house! Oh all the cousins, it so fun! These fellas in the pool are the '08 batch of Fred, Nolan, and Kellen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfF8qKkBsUUj6hQjsK13P36DjJPyZICXMTza5uqrXKxNkEVKXE6kLGIgkE8I_C97HTlIm24Zu7NeC_kMPPdkHmVDBbDPAouMvmoMoBA2DpVJw2LDhO6AgUmBYXtDFB_1wLpNRmwkBOxzc/s1600/IMG_3847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfF8qKkBsUUj6hQjsK13P36DjJPyZICXMTza5uqrXKxNkEVKXE6kLGIgkE8I_C97HTlIm24Zu7NeC_kMPPdkHmVDBbDPAouMvmoMoBA2DpVJw2LDhO6AgUmBYXtDFB_1wLpNRmwkBOxzc/s320/IMG_3847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526970940929566242"></a><br /><br />Now here are the fellas from '10 of Cal & Quinn<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRolumJ1RDG2klH9Ve2vV7km-egvQEjVFxoODxQBZjUa7Urd_2vwAOMm0HyLXo2aXG48aiR6qpxXltommkw1dTanmLAGqMn-hPM5VtKqK1ICLeqwDLyD8zZkxUda3Deq_MhZhg4K5zv20/s1600/IMG_3842.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRolumJ1RDG2klH9Ve2vV7km-egvQEjVFxoODxQBZjUa7Urd_2vwAOMm0HyLXo2aXG48aiR6qpxXltommkw1dTanmLAGqMn-hPM5VtKqK1ICLeqwDLyD8zZkxUda3Deq_MhZhg4K5zv20/s320/IMG_3842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526970932235107218"></a><br />Cal "He's touching me!"<br /><br />Of course a cutesy shot with GGP!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrALXjllM2LvCLr9Mzr0lmJAU2f4klwVE28MFHnp1IsiFMOv74LdPtZHyyrEFRqugRa58RskdiZKXw8pnyTdQHJdC6ZmDnGbKlqfJYBZ2nbv6JJoyaKtXafeVdaE7X6oud-QTA0JdDvUs/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrALXjllM2LvCLr9Mzr0lmJAU2f4klwVE28MFHnp1IsiFMOv74LdPtZHyyrEFRqugRa58RskdiZKXw8pnyTdQHJdC6ZmDnGbKlqfJYBZ2nbv6JJoyaKtXafeVdaE7X6oud-QTA0JdDvUs/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526970927700660050"></a><br /><br />Then before you know it - summer is in full swing with the 4th of July and my baby is 2mos! Here are the two birthday boys together at the the parade.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5_QqZQpS7jFsswV5d_qx68gvrfzYZ3ANXlxQXIjpPO3ec4bbcXhaYAjshmEEh0B9ES5csFWst13NMYMoxRjCWixr7iUiUpYSwFxxOEyqYbCOri-9xauysn6a2RI4Zc9LAjy4pDs4Ji0/s1600/IMG_3872.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5_QqZQpS7jFsswV5d_qx68gvrfzYZ3ANXlxQXIjpPO3ec4bbcXhaYAjshmEEh0B9ES5csFWst13NMYMoxRjCWixr7iUiUpYSwFxxOEyqYbCOri-9xauysn6a2RI4Zc9LAjy4pDs4Ji0/s320/IMG_3872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533672263123656514"></a><br /><br />Fred and his neighborhood buddy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi4z9s-R5aFX52Pq8I9MkpJndZAYbsEgxiYG7J8Pf51KQsE-UWjCi72RWuzCJzhoKZqVA0F319f0uSMIlReKMAoPwTheI0mcxfDs2cwH7pwVC8o_RInI3f5rgCK-oNnPhb1EWQaCwTP0/s1600/IMG_3877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi4z9s-R5aFX52Pq8I9MkpJndZAYbsEgxiYG7J8Pf51KQsE-UWjCi72RWuzCJzhoKZqVA0F319f0uSMIlReKMAoPwTheI0mcxfDs2cwH7pwVC8o_RInI3f5rgCK-oNnPhb1EWQaCwTP0/s320/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533674128917970642"></a><br /><br />A cool down on a hot holiday at the splash park - a new favorite family outing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuelGPm3B-b2HNKCJKbhl35C2IpKBiVBXQISIIewQ3thAjjhEte_fxA7nNENMcT_SnD6e6f-UYwCeXSw3GkVxscgpsKZB-EgNX1T_NOoxD9Q52hItfUPZDlcm7sq2gSAiFE8rKYueas0/s1600/IMG_3879.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuelGPm3B-b2HNKCJKbhl35C2IpKBiVBXQISIIewQ3thAjjhEte_fxA7nNENMcT_SnD6e6f-UYwCeXSw3GkVxscgpsKZB-EgNX1T_NOoxD9Q52hItfUPZDlcm7sq2gSAiFE8rKYueas0/s320/IMG_3879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533674135810534754"></a><br /><br />And a playdate with our friend Ellie (just realizing now that I failed in taking a picture of Colin and Calvin together - which would have been awesome because they are monster babies who may take over the planet.) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94euuXVNK4cb0WC0mp1SYwT17RLS5iF53aJcgZbqgL8PwLtzS3bT4_6A2eamBb8VjvXPwQYvWU2jHLWQtUEyU1P-4m3-OWvu8y1Tv9L5IkQONG0ekAJ6qn6dne7D61NhkxwgEiB2DLNI/s1600/IMG_3909.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94euuXVNK4cb0WC0mp1SYwT17RLS5iF53aJcgZbqgL8PwLtzS3bT4_6A2eamBb8VjvXPwQYvWU2jHLWQtUEyU1P-4m3-OWvu8y1Tv9L5IkQONG0ekAJ6qn6dne7D61NhkxwgEiB2DLNI/s320/IMG_3909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533674150658410322"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiC_XhBMQKNsTV3HrhMS8ymSwYL2m8rQrMAGnnoWNFdcxW-RORIGKlS15wImrt5LyZLn6WxA7rtIo4wSsrCL04Jh7cfZb3vSOlRC2Kes3N9RH8HlpuvsHL0YlM8zOrcMP6KSdtLOntrk/s1600/IMG_3900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiC_XhBMQKNsTV3HrhMS8ymSwYL2m8rQrMAGnnoWNFdcxW-RORIGKlS15wImrt5LyZLn6WxA7rtIo4wSsrCL04Jh7cfZb3vSOlRC2Kes3N9RH8HlpuvsHL0YlM8zOrcMP6KSdtLOntrk/s320/IMG_3900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533674147546490802"></a><br /><br />Anyways the toddlers got to go to the Palatine Hometown Fest with all the scary carnival rides. Fred and Ellie decided they would do the potato sack slide. Brian and I took the kids up to the top and then were uncertain if we should let them go by themselves or if we should ride down to... you can see us discussing this up at the top, funny enough Stan and JJ were having the same discussion at the bottom. When Fred hits the first "hump" I was terrified I'd somehow have to scale down myself to help him or worse yet he was going to go over the side. Note to self while he meets the "You have to be this high" rule, he's still just 2.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzCPM08LI3k3V_e2jryjheHoJpd8mFleN9iudjqy9J2iWA8Zk288hu0SvXR1KzauPoRyQOVw9V53U3bHJNZVw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />And that concludes July....<br />I'll pick up summarizing August, September, and October soon. I swear!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-84439204070833365782010-06-24T06:19:00.000-07:002010-06-24T06:23:13.755-07:00Sweet cheeksIsn't this the picture of perfection?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NFLWwmzaJYBAz6jxzmeR6wwl4KmI9qICG_F9bVZThQQfspPBG72_JVyvb2nH0LoGbVJ8rc8ycyM9ze64DezAafSqgRIJq9GYpyGb47LgGjaTdKIfw_XtCQ6XzFmXN1QXmQbyNZxTQoI/s1600/IMG_3827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NFLWwmzaJYBAz6jxzmeR6wwl4KmI9qICG_F9bVZThQQfspPBG72_JVyvb2nH0LoGbVJ8rc8ycyM9ze64DezAafSqgRIJq9GYpyGb47LgGjaTdKIfw_XtCQ6XzFmXN1QXmQbyNZxTQoI/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486329459596537474" /></a><br />And I did not pose him... put him on the boppy yes, but make him look like a little cherub no.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-18390347674451694022010-06-23T17:33:00.000-07:002010-06-23T17:51:46.779-07:00Strawberry Beefcake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgBp2wFGQy549LmxgZePS00rD_dPA2a0H1lHBPE0OWsf5vCkywfKyo1IjlGX6vr2VvzygZUrDl8H52JjG58JCbft9D-gBZPCC5RHqfwOmZQ7fDCkoW50VQRRXUcQc60jxo_Hmo1-zbpM/s1600/IMG_3826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgBp2wFGQy549LmxgZePS00rD_dPA2a0H1lHBPE0OWsf5vCkywfKyo1IjlGX6vr2VvzygZUrDl8H52JjG58JCbft9D-gBZPCC5RHqfwOmZQ7fDCkoW50VQRRXUcQc60jxo_Hmo1-zbpM/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486136394315707906" /></a><br />Going along with our fruit themed summer....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4fZWeDj2hfTxzbbeGl3SM7n1RyFOyVOIgK1B5TL4j-VDg0U3oAyX0oqn5bArM6lH8noGluUNtMIFQVT7nO3i-rtBKmH-FyiC1MIF_oycccl4XbNd3ORjMyzCO04CCbtlNCEfZuAyhgc/s1600/IMG_3825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4fZWeDj2hfTxzbbeGl3SM7n1RyFOyVOIgK1B5TL4j-VDg0U3oAyX0oqn5bArM6lH8noGluUNtMIFQVT7nO3i-rtBKmH-FyiC1MIF_oycccl4XbNd3ORjMyzCO04CCbtlNCEfZuAyhgc/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134949740419074"></a><br />Fred seemed more of a beefcake than a shortcake. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoYuVJtril_x3WH5QWOsv4b29vrUBeNzLJw7A3FDo5PHKx-XrseQ9umg1AYpddCpWAERM3p243AAVGzpICfPCS8M6Mh-qEi4HiRYK-v8pxBOxbjdf0p9Q3PdHtImuOeLu0G_NXNlzvIQ/s1600/IMG_3808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoYuVJtril_x3WH5QWOsv4b29vrUBeNzLJw7A3FDo5PHKx-XrseQ9umg1AYpddCpWAERM3p243AAVGzpICfPCS8M6Mh-qEi4HiRYK-v8pxBOxbjdf0p9Q3PdHtImuOeLu0G_NXNlzvIQ/s320/IMG_3808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134938770679106"></a><br />We literally are getting the first fruits of our garden with strawberries and raspberries. Like anything you grow, the taste of these guys is simply amazing. I'm not even a big raspberry fan but with these home grown beauties I could eat them all day. Fred really enjoys helping and being his own little farmer. He loves getting in the strawberry patch. We've only had a few not quite ripe ones picked and just a handful being turned to jam in the patch under toddler feet. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcMizuBn1D3U_ooIUa2S5JTYiRONqk_Q4d5EpG3dtY8NIdTPEyyFWYgOP3N5zWi8S5ut9a3REpBVSx1xeEgDx-fG9RliyzcZhfHJE4ytxL8h88b0QF97zN-7zZit4zKTMJ4_-6WfTVgA/s1600/IMG_3804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcMizuBn1D3U_ooIUa2S5JTYiRONqk_Q4d5EpG3dtY8NIdTPEyyFWYgOP3N5zWi8S5ut9a3REpBVSx1xeEgDx-fG9RliyzcZhfHJE4ytxL8h88b0QF97zN-7zZit4zKTMJ4_-6WfTVgA/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134926596703922"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjHjYCFvqgfhKvzcrTZq_CpzDPX7y_eUUeIeSuwtEIXqL97hKnp053RU1Nwtbdz04Eg_jwmi0cjPVKOadS7tg3qZTQgHwkz1pcx6nHQA7idPBluZqd0DkFaI8JbnT8l9lig-p2CtVVeY/s1600/IMG_3806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjHjYCFvqgfhKvzcrTZq_CpzDPX7y_eUUeIeSuwtEIXqL97hKnp053RU1Nwtbdz04Eg_jwmi0cjPVKOadS7tg3qZTQgHwkz1pcx6nHQA7idPBluZqd0DkFaI8JbnT8l9lig-p2CtVVeY/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134913788292706"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_9TciuWwdlaMpaditQcrpxTqU0sxNBOhzmw1gmGQBfiXOpHtnZtYZPf3cGh2JVNOkmNphqGhmdNoE8zQ1Edqpb5US4lW-lIKHq25052gDoLYd_eKBbjS6pA_juL4ilDp01VJtHhtdMI/s1600/IMG_3805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_9TciuWwdlaMpaditQcrpxTqU0sxNBOhzmw1gmGQBfiXOpHtnZtYZPf3cGh2JVNOkmNphqGhmdNoE8zQ1Edqpb5US4lW-lIKHq25052gDoLYd_eKBbjS6pA_juL4ilDp01VJtHhtdMI/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134903632481490"></a><br /> I got a rain barrel and compost tumbler for Mother's Day - and Fred already knows their function and what we are suppose to do. It's fun to teach good habits now. But even more fun is to hear two year old speak describe what is suppose to be done.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxbG3s8ijVO6mbLkA-WcafdgrVj5IjWQKW-1zwVvRwNmjThBYeufWUAeCfK0V1aASrZWk_DUmkIu1rofcvsNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-83010598668423025642010-06-23T08:03:00.000-07:002010-06-23T09:33:02.762-07:00Cooking WatermelonA rainy day project and my sous chef got a little ahead of me while I was washing my hands .<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybpvrh96cAMyZW1HT78e9VO6Qvyy60x1ROr6XD0Cq4mU_Go_oyeGyyg_sOo4z4eph1kVVYHneAUn2B64IUHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And yes he polished off that half of the melon.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-3786715197915725432010-06-20T12:38:00.000-07:002010-06-20T12:57:07.894-07:00The Worst Father's DayBesides being a amazing, caring, sweet, funny, intelligent guy who also happens to be a highly engaged, silly, imaginative, helpful father - you should know I really only married Stan for the lifetime of jokes. This pun never gets old. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Pq7xIvnW6v4YxTccoB7KMv81ZbzsLtWdOgfU_Le0v0cx52j0nc9LZNh_k-FKUOKYlZithc2W4fXNuax6qL_surzRD_zxehYWqvXmTOefmF2tkWWYRNWxS2f5WRDw09TTvZ8tSJTV9N0/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Pq7xIvnW6v4YxTccoB7KMv81ZbzsLtWdOgfU_Le0v0cx52j0nc9LZNh_k-FKUOKYlZithc2W4fXNuax6qL_surzRD_zxehYWqvXmTOefmF2tkWWYRNWxS2f5WRDw09TTvZ8tSJTV9N0/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484944606390260722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLD38VFC_ytKf3VAL9MLWfbWa9OkOmrUhf17NT7ylFZ16mo3Q5Kg_v7mEyxovuA7On3CDH0V5wlkMhPBt1-hf2xZB9BvzJnutBchrNrBStAIazSPHw9XCmhhWxavguztRxuw2dbA9PmE/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLD38VFC_ytKf3VAL9MLWfbWa9OkOmrUhf17NT7ylFZ16mo3Q5Kg_v7mEyxovuA7On3CDH0V5wlkMhPBt1-hf2xZB9BvzJnutBchrNrBStAIazSPHw9XCmhhWxavguztRxuw2dbA9PmE/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484944596042221490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaI-tAvoxPOPYFANWsqyP6R0PG-OL4zxvd8-74ZEVYr4Ed0N9WFtgF0JpApA0JRmA1lRefAnk_cGH59fiCfkvfcfV8LFbf2woY3J4mve8Q6MHoDnKXhEvILaMJyDpg8P0ftkexSiTomg/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaI-tAvoxPOPYFANWsqyP6R0PG-OL4zxvd8-74ZEVYr4Ed0N9WFtgF0JpApA0JRmA1lRefAnk_cGH59fiCfkvfcfV8LFbf2woY3J4mve8Q6MHoDnKXhEvILaMJyDpg8P0ftkexSiTomg/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484944587565757010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiD-jH_P1AYch2PeageLbyG7LSCILtqMaCarZ1X5jMzTuysub14cCVX-QHzynDUGIdPejcPr1FjJagOi2NeyW1W1triVWt-N5Uv_Bn6UcWt4w1dZH7ZA_EUsPyu2Y1vLEPXXKFPKmQii0/s1600/IMG_3834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiD-jH_P1AYch2PeageLbyG7LSCILtqMaCarZ1X5jMzTuysub14cCVX-QHzynDUGIdPejcPr1FjJagOi2NeyW1W1triVWt-N5Uv_Bn6UcWt4w1dZH7ZA_EUsPyu2Y1vLEPXXKFPKmQii0/s320/IMG_3834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484944567939914322" /></a><br /><br />I love Fred's scowl looking at a screaming Cal as if he is ruining everything while a peaceful and serene daddy sits in the middle of his two boys. Best part of the day was when I told Fred he should say "Happy Father's Day" because it was Dada's special day. To which he mumbled out some sorta "Happy Dadaday. (pause) ok Mama now its Fred's Day. Happy Day to Fred," and proceeded to steal the last of Stan's ice cream cone out of his hands!<br />Happy Father's Day Stan - we love you!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-92109613660092788482010-06-12T09:22:00.000-07:002010-06-12T09:51:40.432-07:00Cal's first month and a half...Well let me just say - we breed 'em big here! Calvin has grown an inch and put on almost 2 and half pounds since birth. He's no 11lbs 12oz. We just seem to make boys that grow like weeds! I'm not sure how we can afford to feed them in the teenage years but we'll worry about that later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbjMjSJ0Pu9WWIy2a7KFHcHOdeS7DyOGG8Jab5ylAXiUTKqrjt1vk5FyV4qOoY2Q3eaA1beCJqk_UFobiFVY6TXhHsB_eRC7r3sKwpLVtSnPadLSUEo4Oz-2defs8OtMeu_yt3xXHOBg/s1600/IMG_3780.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbjMjSJ0Pu9WWIy2a7KFHcHOdeS7DyOGG8Jab5ylAXiUTKqrjt1vk5FyV4qOoY2Q3eaA1beCJqk_UFobiFVY6TXhHsB_eRC7r3sKwpLVtSnPadLSUEo4Oz-2defs8OtMeu_yt3xXHOBg/s320/IMG_3780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481924760517573570" /></a><br />As far as babies go - cal is like his shirt says "Cool as a cucumber". I don't know if it's just because he's the second and I kind of have a clue or if he's just that different from Fred, probably a combo. But will you check out those sweet cheeks?! They are too much to handle (a feature his brother never had!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBb1VHknDxOy9eqQiTkMQJBVpnYEzvQKECv7lmPOyAwf9PI6RKQDqNa1AmHEyhKpB5vWBtiBgpBP8Ql7B760XUiHcAv9ekBH2iCtlgIKiOf3xWNvhIfLrY_ZfveolUu3lpWTCOrwtmDo/s1600/IMG_3735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBb1VHknDxOy9eqQiTkMQJBVpnYEzvQKECv7lmPOyAwf9PI6RKQDqNa1AmHEyhKpB5vWBtiBgpBP8Ql7B760XUiHcAv9ekBH2iCtlgIKiOf3xWNvhIfLrY_ZfveolUu3lpWTCOrwtmDo/s320/IMG_3735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481924751196740642" /></a><br />Fred is becoming more the man of the house, playing on his own. Thankfully we scored some great garage sale finds for the backyard - now if only the weather would cooperate and the bugs would go away we could be out all the time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROaMK168Kf-qoQN888eI_U2s7aXulR12l8yMxgbSh1yr62DKUUMmkfZbvjkanxiaz-WbE2JSUGu_I34RTgYVtqa9WVmd-2oWEoWNK50m1hDvfOTHOdEXqflHdN_fmHBfTCA1pk5ne9H4/s1600/IMG_3729.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROaMK168Kf-qoQN888eI_U2s7aXulR12l8yMxgbSh1yr62DKUUMmkfZbvjkanxiaz-WbE2JSUGu_I34RTgYVtqa9WVmd-2oWEoWNK50m1hDvfOTHOdEXqflHdN_fmHBfTCA1pk5ne9H4/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481924733554300930" /></a><br />Fred wanted to share his cool look of sunglasses with Cal - because we ooze coolness at this house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvRuoknX_TGqR_lYy-7AGJ3SwGOYNhW1JQG69fvRlwJP7zWxLYqpEJeKH0eBQdbJ7Jqh-ffDlhUsQyVBVDmPnSORYUVuJXUeuahiaHSWab-VvP6xKTpYJ3Q-V90wRuoHzEonC4CdS0XY/s1600/IMG_3715.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvRuoknX_TGqR_lYy-7AGJ3SwGOYNhW1JQG69fvRlwJP7zWxLYqpEJeKH0eBQdbJ7Jqh-ffDlhUsQyVBVDmPnSORYUVuJXUeuahiaHSWab-VvP6xKTpYJ3Q-V90wRuoHzEonC4CdS0XY/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481924724641096066" /></a><br />Fred is a great big brother, he's very concerned about Calvin. Doesn't like to hear him cry and will get the him his pacifier or little toys he's been given. He really likes it when they both sit in their chairs and watch Curious George or Thomas. It's been a really good month and half - if everybody's sleeping would improve I'm sure it'll just get better and better.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-7735543889325713522010-05-08T07:42:00.000-07:002010-05-08T07:49:06.956-07:00Meet Calvin Edward!He's here! And I will try to post pics, but lets be serious about how likely that's going to be so instead I will send you with this <a href="http://abrod1979.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-baby-cal.html">link to Abby's blog </a>who has done a much better job of documenting my kids than I have!<br /><br />Quick stats:<br />9lbs 4 oz<br />22inches<br />15 in head circ!<br /><br />We are doing well and as of today (one day home) Fred loves his role as big brother... not sure how long that will last but it made a very nice homecoming. It also made me a hormonal weeping fool of nerves and more just overwhelming love for my boys (big one too)!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-55929531498914415542010-05-02T19:15:00.000-07:002010-05-02T19:35:12.838-07:00Monster Trucks before baby makes 4Well this is it kids - Wiggly will be here Tuesday! Crazy! Haven't had a lot of time to really process how there is a new person, I've been more focused on freezing meals, laundry, cleaning, organizing, purchasing crazy items like deep freezers, 1/2 a hog, double stroller, life insurance, and a mini-van! So all my consumer report research has pushed the idea of "baby" to the back. But its all done, we are all ready to go and now the nerves/excitement/anxiousness has begun to set in. Still no good feeling as to who is going to show up so you'll just have to stay tuned.<br /><br />But in order to celebrate the end of our time as being a family of 3, we went to Palatine's big truck show and brought along our good buddy <a href="http://abrod1979.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-saturday-saturday-saturday.html">Noah</a> and his prego mommy too! Fred was very anti-camera but did love getting up to the big trucks. It was a really neat morning and we got to top it off with hot dogs and chicken nuggets for lunch!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3dxm00jK3tq_hakNt-WBTl3yo3hTk5yMBFtfpJZd_tRsS4QvsAfQuDCMXHPBmhPNiWNADO4zlSNPcxN4-tUzPnZxNZDKm5HkgfU4Vgo1Nk4R_Kg-c-5EegLlkHadGHyKm5wf3ZtKVuo/s1600/DSCF4654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3dxm00jK3tq_hakNt-WBTl3yo3hTk5yMBFtfpJZd_tRsS4QvsAfQuDCMXHPBmhPNiWNADO4zlSNPcxN4-tUzPnZxNZDKm5HkgfU4Vgo1Nk4R_Kg-c-5EegLlkHadGHyKm5wf3ZtKVuo/s320/DSCF4654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466866631735332098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuVBR6qA8e4q1bGk11ufe3gTAdVIytAs8Wog4fp3WohWCcxZnigweMAh1qbytIxbIIr_t5tS1d-uODrM5j7YHdHjmCE7Q6UnpzxwjyNqyxFWGKXpnXeV0Wz1GvSzKuo8B1J6AN-gH2n4/s1600/DSCF4661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuVBR6qA8e4q1bGk11ufe3gTAdVIytAs8Wog4fp3WohWCcxZnigweMAh1qbytIxbIIr_t5tS1d-uODrM5j7YHdHjmCE7Q6UnpzxwjyNqyxFWGKXpnXeV0Wz1GvSzKuo8B1J6AN-gH2n4/s320/DSCF4661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466866627457998818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbTaco3VcZjjtc9ZYtg2C7oQ9iq4TghaKhVjf0rE2JvbCMU63vyWPK7FuKqvoPnd55dZlYvLC4uwLBaalwbsvx3b0kWtDupKLV5whYQq6G4GveXnG1vjEFgRXpHyT-j9ijXVjhvgWZck/s1600/DSCF4643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbTaco3VcZjjtc9ZYtg2C7oQ9iq4TghaKhVjf0rE2JvbCMU63vyWPK7FuKqvoPnd55dZlYvLC4uwLBaalwbsvx3b0kWtDupKLV5whYQq6G4GveXnG1vjEFgRXpHyT-j9ijXVjhvgWZck/s320/DSCF4643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466866613646206850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyZ1VXQKwWMxWMB33I54FxL4NgSALjDs6QZm7D-M8GJMCa-gQbRyiuSouyAANsq8ytnShFcu7SIOw1re4PYDl4YtacfW_I8E64tTVo6wOuUzYZ3gbeoDwOkInLaENRHHfwuyAExycgXs/s1600/DSCF4639.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyZ1VXQKwWMxWMB33I54FxL4NgSALjDs6QZm7D-M8GJMCa-gQbRyiuSouyAANsq8ytnShFcu7SIOw1re4PYDl4YtacfW_I8E64tTVo6wOuUzYZ3gbeoDwOkInLaENRHHfwuyAExycgXs/s320/DSCF4639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466866610011169890" /></a>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-5874709201083779102010-05-02T18:59:00.000-07:002010-05-02T19:05:57.090-07:00wailwoad picnicKnowing our time with just the 2 of us during our day is limited, the other week Fred and I had a spontaneous picnic at the railroad station. And really when you are 2 and love trains is there anything better? Oh yes, there is a bonus of watching a police man in go-cart thingy shooting his radar gun at cars crossing over the tracks, a mail truck, bus, and construction trucks cross too! Who knew transportation could be so fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioo3jACcTTu5z5wyjF2PFm7d4My9DFfNBB8X3Jmj0iafZJXIjUl_x5PUCuAPhUmSn4rbVHpxpghwlIXRI7dW68uN1rkMfAWfoC0djMLMeQD_T1IkEJODtZNnKshHUJYTN9kY2_JCCqmA/s1600/IMG_3665.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioo3jACcTTu5z5wyjF2PFm7d4My9DFfNBB8X3Jmj0iafZJXIjUl_x5PUCuAPhUmSn4rbVHpxpghwlIXRI7dW68uN1rkMfAWfoC0djMLMeQD_T1IkEJODtZNnKshHUJYTN9kY2_JCCqmA/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466857865719059746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEmCyZOd3PmAG9kPt32pN67FERTccmjfO01zZF4-uErPRkUDwp81SxwZWRt5Eh57mYIv310BJntVHRN0cs2p7hmx6ibmQbt3mx2hP1pyn2iEsZTlxm4FX68aqw0UbaDyBBy-FNRKV_us/s1600/IMG_3664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEmCyZOd3PmAG9kPt32pN67FERTccmjfO01zZF4-uErPRkUDwp81SxwZWRt5Eh57mYIv310BJntVHRN0cs2p7hmx6ibmQbt3mx2hP1pyn2iEsZTlxm4FX68aqw0UbaDyBBy-FNRKV_us/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466857857359999362" /></a>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-82696430481225422652010-05-02T18:31:00.000-07:002010-05-02T18:57:23.124-07:00Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDepPhujKXPHjhsxLrVFkl2RbD569n2ukNORhxurYO_4WSbHvin6ZJe6hK6rJzSihSRUVrvjHKngRUmD87W893O2_ulXkOhU1c-5jLBBWuxagZdIijTMp3Zcs8cwi9Gr10wtrfcLQN5Rc/s1600/IMG_3621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VAsSGVF1eZSp0qzFEr6cnBQ_uyMrDihtLDlehm5JyculxjeHnfUAoALu_5i3FmwkO4BZby2p2eBp1Efpa1khqsRCvfvGJwTuL0XoSJQw7bVK3hYrzx0NjL5RIDT0pYskXFNXVtmj5Os/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466856169150640306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyu6MiNKQZyA9qhXAtrwdNVAvlVHGNXDrqU_FMvxkXgg7Dz7b1VzgV_lr3AJPLL0h6YM1h5Cfcm5udhGuLq_y22CN8KaPZSv5Ar9NzEuXtn0EttZpaFHAcbWAsVGUIq4HyjxK9oZw1y4/s1600/IMG_3645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyu6MiNKQZyA9qhXAtrwdNVAvlVHGNXDrqU_FMvxkXgg7Dz7b1VzgV_lr3AJPLL0h6YM1h5Cfcm5udhGuLq_y22CN8KaPZSv5Ar9NzEuXtn0EttZpaFHAcbWAsVGUIq4HyjxK9oZw1y4/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466856159156230498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcFx7a1sSQCG66-WEMmLnFEuVqBU89K0fGfggfedm6uN2vAPu84cvj7vqxzjgRWzxsqUwPCHapI4U1PXH01UyrQ33758v2V50NG8jPvILToKO6iT2oBgHOcoFDFIA1GYPa_UfFoVmkRY/s1600/IMG_3652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcFx7a1sSQCG66-WEMmLnFEuVqBU89K0fGfggfedm6uN2vAPu84cvj7vqxzjgRWzxsqUwPCHapI4U1PXH01UyrQ33758v2V50NG8jPvILToKO6iT2oBgHOcoFDFIA1GYPa_UfFoVmkRY/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466856145199316034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6gcmjIp80YUPsTJND0GNCI3HbqRtPo5n381RzX9PixfeYago2FovTcPaKooWFfvXK8Tp9z9xxHo6K7XX1m-6E7j1vhtEM8YPH7A3jCKs2-ZqsVnfeWnMIS_c5A-mlOPT5gLOWRwkVf8/s1600/IMG_3654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6gcmjIp80YUPsTJND0GNCI3HbqRtPo5n381RzX9PixfeYago2FovTcPaKooWFfvXK8Tp9z9xxHo6K7XX1m-6E7j1vhtEM8YPH7A3jCKs2-ZqsVnfeWnMIS_c5A-mlOPT5gLOWRwkVf8/s320/IMG_3654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466856138131338194" /></a><br />Long overdue...<br />Stan, Fred, and I had a quiet Easter just the 3 of us and it was really a wonderful weekend. All the grandparents were out of town so there was no mad dashes to get to spend time with everyone. The Saturday before was GGP's 83rd birthday and we got to take him out for lunch with Uncle Jeff and Aunt Mary. When we got to GGP's house who should be there to surprise us, but Aunt Mol and Joey! She was even able to stay to join us for the neighborhood egg hunt which was a blast and we hope to make it a tradition. And even though there were no grandparents to impress, I still was able to have Fred wear a button down shirt and real pants (no elastic waist for this holy holiday!).Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-85379137936083938462010-03-21T17:42:00.000-07:002010-03-21T18:13:16.917-07:00Warp SpeedNo cute pictures, but just thoughts I want to remember...<br /><br />So things feel like they are moving at warp speed around here. Wiggly will be here before we know it (May 4th) and is certainly flip flopping around inside to make me take notice that they are almost here. I've started freezing meals (which I don't know why but makes it seem like this baby is just around the corner). I'm also interested to see if Wiggles shows up early with the amount of contractions I've been getting already. I can't remember this many so far before having Fred... but there are a lot of things I can't remember anymore! =) So far my feet have stayed in human proportion, we'll see if that lasts.<br /><br />Fred however is really making me feel like time is at warp speed. He has become the human sponge of knowledge and words. Anything he hears he can pretty much mimic and repeat (so keep your salty language away from him). He can recognize all the letters, a good amount of numbers, some shapes, he tries colors but rarely has success matching the correct color word with the actual color except for blue, and just about every emergency vehicle and piece of construction equipment. While driving he calls out letters he sees all over the place on signs etc. Whenever he finishes reading letters he always look to us and says "Fred", like he just spelled it. He tries to sing his "ABC"'s which is one of the funniest things as it is just a collection of random letters to a tune and goes on as long as he feels like it. He also just recently started trying to mimic back "Hey Diddle Diddle". Which is pretty stink'n cute. He also is just seeming more of a little person because of how funny he is! He makes us laugh all the time - but recently he has created his own joke. He started saying something that sounds like "Sammi-go-bee", I think just fun sounds put together. But he says it to be silly and in the funniest inflections, and we can say it back to him and he laughs. To have our own inside joke just makes him that much more grown up. It's happening all to fast yet is just soooo fun!Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-1712003881570879662010-02-22T21:05:00.001-08:002010-02-22T21:14:10.601-08:00How to eat an Apple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4WxlwcnszJWJHeW7dQ9eQJQlqYOcbNvjkWxVD5kWFassG4ez8EtYVQZCNT2oJgOse-OGKpaubSV9IV-TaGH3esO6D7fGW0RzU_KpZzONLQQFmWouuorQTx4BoH6EXz_CLO34NxYiY10/s1600-h/IMG_3522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4WxlwcnszJWJHeW7dQ9eQJQlqYOcbNvjkWxVD5kWFassG4ez8EtYVQZCNT2oJgOse-OGKpaubSV9IV-TaGH3esO6D7fGW0RzU_KpZzONLQQFmWouuorQTx4BoH6EXz_CLO34NxYiY10/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301575386417346" /></a><br />Dive in<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzXdecE8mq6iRDX9tOwobNZWfhaStnZ5gmhwqJbvHNTCZMyk1H2vUuKxC_t8wA7wlILji5w5Bd7fHa4vSsYmjbnOwJtEGu3mkdJCwnCNX8PPIPsksfkxaGmz1kI4Rw5vwuvg-dHg8RNg/s1600-h/IMG_3527.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzXdecE8mq6iRDX9tOwobNZWfhaStnZ5gmhwqJbvHNTCZMyk1H2vUuKxC_t8wA7wlILji5w5Bd7fHa4vSsYmjbnOwJtEGu3mkdJCwnCNX8PPIPsksfkxaGmz1kI4Rw5vwuvg-dHg8RNg/s320/IMG_3527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301587626330930" /></a><br />Eat with gusto<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX7_3hfZlvOQTa-8qyulzV09DojmTh68n2DQc65ILNWyfp6H8tI6I5OHz05cLXRJDnl8kPDLuuT2JUV8ies5UHNAscBkQ00gcIcg2Bn-IWdb1EhOITTUxYfotHLFtC1MF9YRszNkHLzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX7_3hfZlvOQTa-8qyulzV09DojmTh68n2DQc65ILNWyfp6H8tI6I5OHz05cLXRJDnl8kPDLuuT2JUV8ies5UHNAscBkQ00gcIcg2Bn-IWdb1EhOITTUxYfotHLFtC1MF9YRszNkHLzQ/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301592873083858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTdQpJhtDho1iG0C2aBxKElUFy7FhgiGlRibMXrI4ihoyyIImdN-a7bRppmTsOKdbJ-tprq1RGaqrpdh6CtKgbDLk-GG1kMn6ksJuEGXOEdEG5rXoIXOKwdvad_06Tbuxz3U6-s5TyT8/s1600-h/IMG_3531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTdQpJhtDho1iG0C2aBxKElUFy7FhgiGlRibMXrI4ihoyyIImdN-a7bRppmTsOKdbJ-tprq1RGaqrpdh6CtKgbDLk-GG1kMn6ksJuEGXOEdEG5rXoIXOKwdvad_06Tbuxz3U6-s5TyT8/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301601037731106" /></a><br />You have finished when only 2 seeds remain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmcJ6tqiO_NqtSr9vhT7YkO1uo4jVsKy-BJ7q8vVMwi5w-_DGr8UG_FT5_KCczltLCZ51cMXO5zHxqn3V9mI-QvPEhj93ArYbnP0QIp-SBBoeRTsMS4DnCJEIrz1-ITOfQZRHzSerwMo/s1600-h/IMG_3532.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmcJ6tqiO_NqtSr9vhT7YkO1uo4jVsKy-BJ7q8vVMwi5w-_DGr8UG_FT5_KCczltLCZ51cMXO5zHxqn3V9mI-QvPEhj93ArYbnP0QIp-SBBoeRTsMS4DnCJEIrz1-ITOfQZRHzSerwMo/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441301610470559602" /></a><br />Yes, he did eat the core, but daddy at least took the stem out.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-48370273957392156132010-02-22T16:50:00.000-08:002010-02-22T17:56:49.686-08:00Oh Happy DayFred turned 2! And this sounds weird but I'm so proud of him. I don't know why exactly it makes me proud that he is two, but its just an overall feeling of "look at what you can do now!" We also have seem to have conquered our fears of birthdays as previously noted. There was a lot of practicing. Reading Arthur's Birthday and any other book that had pictures of cakes and candles. Singing the Birthday song occasionally, talking about the up-coming party... which usually ended with him shaking his head saying "No! NO! NO!" Then about 2 to 3 weeks before the big day, he started a passionate (well more like obsessive) love affair with Thomas the Train Engine. I got the Happy Birthday Thomas book from the library and we started reading that. I think too the whole "I get gifts & toys!" really helped. I made some Thomas & friend cakes in the hopes of not creating trauma when we sang. So here is a video of all our birthday happenings. It is long, and really meant as a reminder for mommy's electronic baby book I've got here. My favorite part is his high little voice of trying to hold it together and not cry while naming all the cake trains by name. So now when it's your special day you may just get a call from Fred wishing you a "Happy Day!"<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkwdWydGbFezH43qYDgTUTFf2pKgsTx3PqsFR6MggrgV61UlUJU4HpkEM_jmOJxbBo0DFaWyTwwdD9kJeLow' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-34470394494716571852010-02-09T18:41:00.001-08:002010-02-09T18:49:11.999-08:00to kathleen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJumkFvvEedDRYM1sXaIHlTFN77VItrLke7dFUitfsP0mIba-JLb-XoBHq2dOOh5zXrf79XzpmhOLjLBM10U8B7gjmidatyUEmwSF8xLtT-HfdGEEOoKLZ_L3jV8kWrcHJAPzeWmXEhgM/s1600-h/B55586E0-99CC-4DDD-A6C5-515241B4203B_thumb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJumkFvvEedDRYM1sXaIHlTFN77VItrLke7dFUitfsP0mIba-JLb-XoBHq2dOOh5zXrf79XzpmhOLjLBM10U8B7gjmidatyUEmwSF8xLtT-HfdGEEOoKLZ_L3jV8kWrcHJAPzeWmXEhgM/s400/B55586E0-99CC-4DDD-A6C5-515241B4203B_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436441116462738722" /></a><br /><br /><br />you were warned.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-51377115167846658382010-01-26T06:12:00.000-08:002010-02-22T19:05:14.528-08:00Big Boy Bed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCy-5g8L9Zz52SZ67T9FUa_cL_RWkFIa59YTU-4NUYyhNgKcKLVMkdOohcrXXIV9kbtFWqbAZlFwoBOI44fW2WYjIfVKHg5yQq6VzkfOzjYzo0p2kFoOkGlgXlGLlFyHZHEMuPR_qdQQ/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCy-5g8L9Zz52SZ67T9FUa_cL_RWkFIa59YTU-4NUYyhNgKcKLVMkdOohcrXXIV9kbtFWqbAZlFwoBOI44fW2WYjIfVKHg5yQq6VzkfOzjYzo0p2kFoOkGlgXlGLlFyHZHEMuPR_qdQQ/s400/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441269607467121506" /></a><br />I know, I still have holiday posting but before I forget this story it needs to be recorded in the electronic baby book. Fred got his very own big boy bed on Saturday and was very excited about it. After two false starts of trying to sleep in the bed and ending up back in the crib, last night seemed he was determined to sleep in the bed. We were way impressed. He looked so cute and small in the bed when we went to bed (and just a tad sweaty from being wrapped up in covers and wearing a fleece sleeper).<br /><br />2:00am - some whimpering and a couple of cries, expected. I get into the room and look to the bed, no little boy there. On the floor. Not totally shocking and I debate whether or not I pick him up and place him back in the bed or do I just leave him. He's semi-fussing and patting his behind meaning he wants a blanket and to be tucked in. I decide, I'll leave him on the floor, so I cover him up and go back to my own bed.<br /><br />6:00am - morning fussing and cries but they sound weird. I enter the room carefully so as not to step on him in case he rolled closer to the door. Not expected, I can't find him anywhere although I still hear muffled cries, finally I spy two little stripey pajama clad feet sticking out from underneath the bed doing their best Wicked Witch of the East imitation.<br /><br />I guess try try again?Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-76430169523553011992009-11-27T20:25:00.000-08:002009-11-27T20:29:35.976-08:00Toddler - 1 : Mom - 1Life with the strong willed child: A battle to put pants back on after a diaper change, and a desperate attempt for more TV by attempting to give a full body hug to the electronic. I might not have won the pants battle but the TV stayed off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5fgSrLxyTr_CrIkd341VHJIUERzCGwszqM-KnFVXeumj9YietkD4b8fn4jrJKc9gDWq4bvC56iZAqF1_3qn7kt_GkwuGiNDnGk52lx3379qksdsBENpTOnX3li2Xp8e_Loz579HHGs4/s1600/IMG_3253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5fgSrLxyTr_CrIkd341VHJIUERzCGwszqM-KnFVXeumj9YietkD4b8fn4jrJKc9gDWq4bvC56iZAqF1_3qn7kt_GkwuGiNDnGk52lx3379qksdsBENpTOnX3li2Xp8e_Loz579HHGs4/s400/IMG_3253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409006421368036610" /></a>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-38696361901929238902009-11-22T19:21:00.000-08:002009-11-22T19:54:05.510-08:00Last Fall flingsOh there was a good handful of fall happenings...<br />Pumpkin picking with the Engstrom's<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRdRi-PbWB_2Sf0MhigrhCGKRT__gzEMjpImPxOaog6ycMX23LNxQT_TMQSH1O05FAYmcWsWvq76wheMKjX_HDLMoGhpI5cFQa7yCMqIxVh7_9VX1DIDFkpnfyM3rqgUx-qkRB80FDRQ/s1600/lake+geneva+%26+pumkin+patch+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRdRi-PbWB_2Sf0MhigrhCGKRT__gzEMjpImPxOaog6ycMX23LNxQT_TMQSH1O05FAYmcWsWvq76wheMKjX_HDLMoGhpI5cFQa7yCMqIxVh7_9VX1DIDFkpnfyM3rqgUx-qkRB80FDRQ/s320/lake+geneva+%26+pumkin+patch+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138036727117010"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UdAFhKGdif_kxU_BacB1nKUo0_mFYWvDIUt3pbEDmkyZMMQsxDL-bPTnE4y7-YZFeafWDSMDaE_KmxhyphenhyphenvXZG5BrK0r4uay4ooJB9FWXRrxJc8XqYjJ90rYqrkNvp-yTwyyDjOa0OJbs/s1600/lake+geneva+%26+pumkin+patch+043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UdAFhKGdif_kxU_BacB1nKUo0_mFYWvDIUt3pbEDmkyZMMQsxDL-bPTnE4y7-YZFeafWDSMDaE_KmxhyphenhyphenvXZG5BrK0r4uay4ooJB9FWXRrxJc8XqYjJ90rYqrkNvp-yTwyyDjOa0OJbs/s320/lake+geneva+%26+pumkin+patch+043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407138034216997634"></a><br />Then Halloween which included the last farmer's market where they let the kid's trick or treat, then to the park district for a tot party, a quick rush of lunch and nap and then on to the main event of trick or treating around the neighborhood. All while wearing a really cool costume. Well, every kid but Fred. Fred was not a fan of the costume, he did not approve of such clothing deviations from his standard wears. So mommy did what every good mommy would do, she tricked him. I clipped two felt corners to look like ears and pinned them to his winter hat without his knowledge. So he was a bat or a cat or felt corner man, whichever you prefer. And how did the candy go over? Well he didn't know what it was (no problem I'll eat it) but he did get a kit kat at 9:30am and then a sucker after dinner. He mostly enjoyed putting things in his pumpkin and the best get of the day, some neighbor was a Caveman and had a box of fossils (yes rocks) and little plastic dinosaurs which was the coolest as he wroared around with it the rest of the day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDYnRuwPOBgU_PfukCqa_TMTxcsDom9CNXOQ34VFgLjK8CZcsM_Sb6PZiDaxG4YAEpHO8hj6YrdpPOu_AJ9m4-w-W8XGyA1rjRJTXDyuVQS2Ml8PN9LaJ0-IBxrMJ4nZFXOvmt2ouGMk/s1600/IMG_3306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDYnRuwPOBgU_PfukCqa_TMTxcsDom9CNXOQ34VFgLjK8CZcsM_Sb6PZiDaxG4YAEpHO8hj6YrdpPOu_AJ9m4-w-W8XGyA1rjRJTXDyuVQS2Ml8PN9LaJ0-IBxrMJ4nZFXOvmt2ouGMk/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139197843370290"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw7qLTuNjAixl5YQgD2BJckocGs3Ehf5at9l6e6An-806YWtKD8hPV2fZeJTCoFlaBW8JHAuJZqwIbE2f4pZyKGCoI3GJBVt7DBqh41Xifb_lCPCTz05EigfF6JNG7meg5FG5VTX-B6g/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw7qLTuNjAixl5YQgD2BJckocGs3Ehf5at9l6e6An-806YWtKD8hPV2fZeJTCoFlaBW8JHAuJZqwIbE2f4pZyKGCoI3GJBVt7DBqh41Xifb_lCPCTz05EigfF6JNG7meg5FG5VTX-B6g/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139190314764642"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxTfLZN3O5WbHkMeXct15x-1LOJDuOmESOaJQ7RuOkY2pnc5duj49pzhYt9kmCoIsuS59vI6G4tyvBxV-FC3iFoLcMafKBYJ9hCTQcpiKQELDGWvzESBQJWE9a62ZOezgb97uig1DMs/s1600/IMG_3300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxTfLZN3O5WbHkMeXct15x-1LOJDuOmESOaJQ7RuOkY2pnc5duj49pzhYt9kmCoIsuS59vI6G4tyvBxV-FC3iFoLcMafKBYJ9hCTQcpiKQELDGWvzESBQJWE9a62ZOezgb97uig1DMs/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139180749535634"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8HvmHu2p9btyfP6ikiL7Dm2ivla97cY9o9y9XLgUYsDFhBCTo6VLCWIhXNwvhyTkSOMTfU7yRkCFPAGWivpHFTxsNBARYycv5NBfEcvp5S5U5zvINU2ws85PIO4-hIRbdeHlvZypngc/s1600/IMG_3295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8HvmHu2p9btyfP6ikiL7Dm2ivla97cY9o9y9XLgUYsDFhBCTo6VLCWIhXNwvhyTkSOMTfU7yRkCFPAGWivpHFTxsNBARYycv5NBfEcvp5S5U5zvINU2ws85PIO4-hIRbdeHlvZypngc/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139170464510706"></a><br /><br />I was also going to present another little treat we got was the first glimpse of who we are referring to as "Wiggly". Poor second child, I have no idea when I'll get to scanning sweet little ultra sound pictures, but they are on our fridge to help remind us, that "Oh yeah, you are in there and will be coming one day!" Say Cinco de Mayo? <br /><br />And finally I leave you with a little piece of video of Fred getting to talk to our magic pumpkin. Every year we have the talking pumpkin and our awesome friend Matt stepped in to do the voice while we both walked Fred around the block.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwB3Ehj2c8cnmdzLFubsu1CPGQzUi3EvJHebTagSY-ONRvcxmhWPVBNENL1eMd9QMlZIgxXG-P8T8D1MM4dRQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-35555997904674280842009-11-22T19:12:00.000-08:002009-11-22T19:20:08.963-08:00Safety FirstFred trying to steal Daddy's bike, but knew a helmet is a necessary get away accessory.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nPhG8L9f8fgQwnTRUDqeeiBXkDW-0mYDL8JAYcUUuMl2qXFaZqVgDLiij_zyPN2C6eKDJg7yuAicmD9e1Eo9Z37IwLT3pkV_hChvc4eAYDEuNBQ_x7eMMFME8rR6Y1I3b3DCf_m4A_Q/s1600/IMG_3339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nPhG8L9f8fgQwnTRUDqeeiBXkDW-0mYDL8JAYcUUuMl2qXFaZqVgDLiij_zyPN2C6eKDJg7yuAicmD9e1Eo9Z37IwLT3pkV_hChvc4eAYDEuNBQ_x7eMMFME8rR6Y1I3b3DCf_m4A_Q/s320/IMG_3339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407132431933582370" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCTAieQXzu1tbAUbOQdhoD-Mi9ZkuDbQdLXqJMNgu-dLO3yeGje-2shzHIVrrJ0xQVIh8XlUcKZocuEBFxb8Rfi-x1e4k4oRlnWWfS5sV-GTGe1FjZ7iW8yfoSasFdpGYQ6jGRYcg92M/s1600/IMG_3366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCTAieQXzu1tbAUbOQdhoD-Mi9ZkuDbQdLXqJMNgu-dLO3yeGje-2shzHIVrrJ0xQVIh8XlUcKZocuEBFxb8Rfi-x1e4k4oRlnWWfS5sV-GTGe1FjZ7iW8yfoSasFdpGYQ6jGRYcg92M/s320/IMG_3366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407132442492010306" /></a><br />Daddy is working on the bathroom and has been wearing safety googles, Fred not one to be left out of the act, got his own pair of polarizing glasses. After all when working with light fixtures it is important not only to make sure that debris can't fall into one's eye, but one should also be protected by unexpected bright wattage. I'm thinking now the Fred wants to help with the work, the job should get done twice as fast... or something like that.Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-5168215236837096672009-10-17T15:24:00.000-07:002009-10-17T13:27:57.874-07:00A dream come trueI have to share these pictures from 2 weekends ago when we went apple picking. Nothing exciting since then as I have been sick but am finally on the mend (thus the blog updates, about the only productive thing I can do from the couch). These pictures just make me so happy because it is like developing a role of film from my head, or to be a little more hokey, let's say heart. Stan and I are coming up on our 6 yr. wedding anniversary. And in turning 30 this month we also realized I've known him for 11 years. It struck me just how long but how fast its all been. So when I looked at these pictures I was reminded of when he and I were dating more seriously and I was trying to figure if this was "the guy". I would have these little day dreams of owning a house and it would be fall and we would be out in the front yard raking leaves with some little boy with red hair but it was hidden by his black cap that matched his daddy's. So here on our little trip to the orchard, it struck me with the two of them together that it actually happened! They are just the best boys, a super funny little guy full of personality that I get the honor to raise and an amazing daddy who would rather play with his little buddy than do anything else. Stan constantly comes up with new and ridiculous games for Fred to play that make them both look just so silly, as can be seen in the pictures of them crouching in the orchard rows as they "hunt" for good apples - like it was a big game safari or something!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzt8bFFUknpjvuolSkJOqoh9iUH0fX9Ol39yluT1GNcT8ZjhXAibvzC3oYEHce3uiqWmE3ncfBVODq6DdfXmCwIzZ3An62S3cJsVb0mREkmPWcWzf5d-A20n4rb8F2fGzYT6ZrL903ATA/s1600-h/IMG_3227.JPG"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UC5a8nQcZguDRY5ntc16xPNIGdL91kKt6dMVGCk_pJEHF_GHwYK_8qOg0tnDRGirTYdQUNqXHJHREG5gOvP0qzv1aH4C27_ipJs34dCpNiww4sYRYYrabKgkPMohcGw1zZ7qNrMj4qg/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393655736175721746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCoEww2wvbq-lo4XAGm4TYF7j2pZ2RtXvikRcSP7rl5rJSD3sy_IrcImDnW9bdP3t84lx0fweCAgsP8WEMq5W9XPrbGrvlf7jwInAp1LPS-oFbVLXIHtChfthy9l3WeO6rC0Rh0N1sKk/s1600-h/IMG_3225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCoEww2wvbq-lo4XAGm4TYF7j2pZ2RtXvikRcSP7rl5rJSD3sy_IrcImDnW9bdP3t84lx0fweCAgsP8WEMq5W9XPrbGrvlf7jwInAp1LPS-oFbVLXIHtChfthy9l3WeO6rC0Rh0N1sKk/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393655750253980706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UC5a8nQcZguDRY5ntc16xPNIGdL91kKt6dMVGCk_pJEHF_GHwYK_8qOg0tnDRGirTYdQUNqXHJHREG5gOvP0qzv1aH4C27_ipJs34dCpNiww4sYRYYrabKgkPMohcGw1zZ7qNrMj4qg/s1600-h/IMG_3224.JPG"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzt8bFFUknpjvuolSkJOqoh9iUH0fX9Ol39yluT1GNcT8ZjhXAibvzC3oYEHce3uiqWmE3ncfBVODq6DdfXmCwIzZ3An62S3cJsVb0mREkmPWcWzf5d-A20n4rb8F2fGzYT6ZrL903ATA/s320/IMG_3227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393655755670347106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span>mmmmm... apple cider donuts!</div></div>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401286777768774893.post-9869816913940988452009-10-17T13:13:00.001-07:002009-10-17T13:26:34.681-07:00It's your party and I'll cry if I want to!So birthday's seem to be a traumatic experience for Fred. We are not sure if it has to do with cakes, candles, singing in unison, or people paying attention to someone besides himself. In August at my mom's birthday he burst into tears when we all started singing for her, when we stopped he seemed to get some control - so like any family we thought it would be fun to try again and sure enough the water works started flooding again. Then the last weekend of September we got together to celebrate Aunt Mary's, Daddy's , and Mommy's birthday, after all it is my 30th. The result of such celebration can be seen below.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCiekAbQf66LRY4cvsfwKOHM_ugDkBooPbQsBnkVgbDUsUzkIk711eFebDoaOzeV2gP01AiMsiwOxKD_WkBTZcf9jAa0xKDyeY0A2L9du1Fk1T8yVhNNEpSVijzHE5K0iM2NAXmDegdE/s1600-h/IMG_3222.JPG"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsaFah6zmnY-oUw84YDdgDtPi_I7FahLMWr-1IUjwt33-UzXh-f0kFMQqS7rEr-8paJK84U732fV0YwvTGZ5UGbAij9An_dfoZwIFX7kLxFpQ7rSDHz0mbqf-WoHSYNxupAkylp0W0yo/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393666588868652082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37L7KzlmalH0gM2AfLNRRyjf46tdsFqkcK8MS11njhgc46N1rxjyhHqOUf8jrWG1ti7jE1hLGqN1XPMNr_LQax45JVAGgey-siWlxJ1OFixioqJLdvbk6_zDlR05tojGWMzygpk134H8/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37L7KzlmalH0gM2AfLNRRyjf46tdsFqkcK8MS11njhgc46N1rxjyhHqOUf8jrWG1ti7jE1hLGqN1XPMNr_LQax45JVAGgey-siWlxJ1OFixioqJLdvbk6_zDlR05tojGWMzygpk134H8/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393666602379226946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsaFah6zmnY-oUw84YDdgDtPi_I7FahLMWr-1IUjwt33-UzXh-f0kFMQqS7rEr-8paJK84U732fV0YwvTGZ5UGbAij9An_dfoZwIFX7kLxFpQ7rSDHz0mbqf-WoHSYNxupAkylp0W0yo/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCiekAbQf66LRY4cvsfwKOHM_ugDkBooPbQsBnkVgbDUsUzkIk711eFebDoaOzeV2gP01AiMsiwOxKD_WkBTZcf9jAa0xKDyeY0A2L9du1Fk1T8yVhNNEpSVijzHE5K0iM2NAXmDegdE/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393666611631654226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span>I'm almost certain that's it's candles and the flame freaks him out as being a safety hazard, seeing as the other day when I had one burning in the kitchen he started signing "all done" and couldn't focus on anything else until we put it out. However, we know the perfect trifecta of candles, cake, and music seems to insure a meltdown. Can't wait for the holidays!</div></div>Stan and Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479504184055485998noreply@blogger.com1