tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71809682839745150992024-03-21T22:06:33.993-07:00Three Cheery OsA blog about the daily life of JenO, and her hubby BrianO and the baby RuthieO. Three, (usually) cheery "Os".JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-37486418468349868402010-04-13T10:31:00.000-07:002010-04-13T10:31:13.534-07:00Just a reminder...I have actually started posting (finally!) over at the new blog, <a href="http://fourcheeryos.blogspot.com/">Four Cheery Os</a>. So if you want to continue reading about our adventures, you need to go follow that one now! :) I won't be posting on this one any more.JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-88296277012554064022010-02-15T00:10:00.000-08:002010-02-15T00:34:43.548-08:00A New Chapter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGtCwqVAt3tAFupXFzTyrQ9cL_3y0cPwX6i0ZoxoTmhvrdGtr25IQSF726JtEf5YoWSgTLFc1MFsxF_L7C-kqyOh7bBd48ltNW_-r9aLuMm_WjKZ4_OtO2foUEfVqRShylBTLs6MmOVM/s1600-h/feb+8+download+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438385107202619202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGtCwqVAt3tAFupXFzTyrQ9cL_3y0cPwX6i0ZoxoTmhvrdGtr25IQSF726JtEf5YoWSgTLFc1MFsxF_L7C-kqyOh7bBd48ltNW_-r9aLuMm_WjKZ4_OtO2foUEfVqRShylBTLs6MmOVM/s400/feb+8+download+005.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Teddy is here! Theadora Joy Olsen was born at 9:44 am on February 7th, 2010. She weighed 8 pounds, three ounces, and was 21 inches long. Technically she's a preemie as she was three weeks and one day early, and anything earlier than three weeks is premature. But it was only one day, whereas Ru was 6 weeks early. What a difference those three weeks make! Teddy is fine and healthy and didn't need any assistance breathing, swallowing, etc. It appears she'll be able to nurse just fine, and we were all able to stay together in our room in the Newberg hospital. Except Ru of course, she went and stayed with Grandma Judy for the three days we were in the hospital.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of course, this means there are now FOUR cheery Os in our family, so the title of this blog, Three Cheery Os, is now out of date. So I have decided to close this chapter and this blog, and begin a new one with the more appropriate title. If you're a follower here, you may want to jump on over to <a href="http://fourcheeryos.blogspot.com/">http://fourcheeryos.blogspot.com/</a> and begin following that one. If you generally get this because I email it to you, don't worry, I'll send posts from the new blog as well. Cya there!</div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-34873778331960411172010-02-04T14:44:00.000-08:002010-02-04T14:56:47.595-08:00Toys!<div>Daddy was playing with Ruthie in her room, and she climbed into the (usually empty) toy box and decided she wanted ALL of her stuffed animals in there with her.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEY2dkrPXPbAIJO_T2mhb5ZZYAlOYzxeQ439sEqjwrP0V_sji6XOYVjYKJOY6MpSpo6__V5hbFISU62kN6pX4tuAyOTuKZMA69yEYglyZuLHAt7rqd5V0MgT6cMWXM95OmC4RNNowIyo/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEY2dkrPXPbAIJO_T2mhb5ZZYAlOYzxeQ439sEqjwrP0V_sji6XOYVjYKJOY6MpSpo6__V5hbFISU62kN6pX4tuAyOTuKZMA69yEYglyZuLHAt7rqd5V0MgT6cMWXM95OmC4RNNowIyo/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434523292911692866" /></a>She loves her stuffed animals, and spends much of the day either hugging or carrying around an animal or two, or caring for her many baby dolls. She's gonna make a great big sister soon! Look at how grown up she is looking these days!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS80SucIN1dsx3Sx7Yf8cy4aCUBzc0sIKchzS2iYT4sOjPfu06TG9QMm5MdDwgO3J-c58Wutc99C31lmdvHVGKdiEsAwhfCRHq0jbkyO0g9hp9j4Ie3xadca5sk1Dmar1Jky5Z7haQVwk/s1600-h/007.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/AVvXsEiS80SucIN1dsx3Sx7Yf8cy4aCUBzc0sIKchzS2iYT4sOjPfu06TG9QMm5MdDwgO3J-c58Wutc99C31lmdvHVGKdiEsAwhfCRHq0jbkyO0g9hp9j4Ie3xadca5sk1Dmar1Jky5Z7haQVwk/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434523284070415634" /></a>Of course, she paused to hug several of them, and you can see how she ended up covered in animals in this pic:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzjj5EB9oImx-UaRnaHC0XKQNO5R6dd2Z7wxHkgWz65CHJDwm3DxnyhnBoVKuhVCc9EuvNWrUgSHWgaU_aULRlnSRFolWdCJY4n47UlJmwAPT-h6YsxayzS5IXpYDfIOVaCqokpluyKM/s1600-h/004.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/AVvXsEiFzjj5EB9oImx-UaRnaHC0XKQNO5R6dd2Z7wxHkgWz65CHJDwm3DxnyhnBoVKuhVCc9EuvNWrUgSHWgaU_aULRlnSRFolWdCJY4n47UlJmwAPT-h6YsxayzS5IXpYDfIOVaCqokpluyKM/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434523281030027314" /></a>Here's another hugging pic if you need some help figuring out where the girl is in the pic above. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6RSYS06Y0a6wmK2phpQK0Am6banU3EFlP23-2ShscLwnLhAs5Hm1rbI0V9zY5kcRDMzKBQ0Qg2L0jhUhkH9ihgWVW3YvWPYqX2hZYJsfJoLac7k2C9eRMn3xkS50iAb9hOF7CgVOcMQ/s1600-h/002.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/AVvXsEj-6RSYS06Y0a6wmK2phpQK0Am6banU3EFlP23-2ShscLwnLhAs5Hm1rbI0V9zY5kcRDMzKBQ0Qg2L0jhUhkH9ihgWVW3YvWPYqX2hZYJsfJoLac7k2C9eRMn3xkS50iAb9hOF7CgVOcMQ/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434523271674473218" /></a>While I'm posting, another fun story demonstrating what a great kid she is growing up to be...</div><div><br /></div><div>Brian hurt his back last week, and has been trying to get it better for days. One thing that tends to help is if he lies on the floor with his feet up on a chair. He was doing that in Ruthie's room when she was having a rather fussy night (she's sick, he's broken, and I'm 36 weeks preggers. We are quite the pathetic family right now...) and did NOT like Daddy doing that. "Daddy up! Daddy up!" she fussed at him from my lap where I was trying to comfort her and explain that Daddy's back was hurt. She finally understood that he had an ouchy. Of course, the only time she's had an ouchy back was when her excema got so bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>So her little toddler brain lined up with her big toddler heart, and she slid off my lap to help her Daddy. "Lotion!" she said, and grabbed her lotion off daddy's desk. She took it in to him and put it on his chest, gave him a pat pat on the tummy and said "all better!" Then she came back to me looking quite satisfied with herself. It was the sweetest thing, that's my girl! </div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-34853214394156891572010-01-21T15:50:00.000-08:002010-01-21T20:26:43.676-08:00A beautiful day!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQhhL_Mw8pVCk_y3rZZXmJzr3vbShX-iHyjtfQoUjQid77NH_qt73WwfSHEGmZOBTDOW9MkpXDeawMMGPzdlT9UQk2Z_OmpkfHUuK5VJcEpBfTeY18PrZKcp5iltez-C7Zi429OO7_oI/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQhhL_Mw8pVCk_y3rZZXmJzr3vbShX-iHyjtfQoUjQid77NH_qt73WwfSHEGmZOBTDOW9MkpXDeawMMGPzdlT9UQk2Z_OmpkfHUuK5VJcEpBfTeY18PrZKcp5iltez-C7Zi429OO7_oI/s400/005.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div>It was really nice out today, so Ru and I bundled up and went outside to play. She mostly played in the garden, here she's (of course) showing me a cool rock she found.</div><div><br /></div><div>She also loves playing with the "duckies" in the garden. They are resin so a bit heavy, but not so bad as stone or cement. We only let her play with the babies, and she enjoys carrying them from the garden to the porch, and then back to be with the mama and daddy ducks.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NiRA8kwBSr3QkddsR2KSNx3Do5eqeIC7vngl1gqQpwM0aR4wAIa_IpFhGaVELSfKIpLQyTwnqXkNededrJ9cwbrCu4ClkI91zlJNPT1PWUcLEBmzaIXZUzWf_OlfP9fC72b2wqs-g-Q/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NiRA8kwBSr3QkddsR2KSNx3Do5eqeIC7vngl1gqQpwM0aR4wAIa_IpFhGaVELSfKIpLQyTwnqXkNededrJ9cwbrCu4ClkI91zlJNPT1PWUcLEBmzaIXZUzWf_OlfP9fC72b2wqs-g-Q/s400/008.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dZ0sT6HDAQAyIX8kE1j-XIAbSe8C2BDcjV6dvZwZ-wjSnVNsViz80rx2akUlMJEQXvv6W3cqu4bkLbZO8w47KxPvwp7eKmaVwkmdn6JVOPihglkdUmyP8Pa_SQFOM1moUWBrPEh-stY/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dZ0sT6HDAQAyIX8kE1j-XIAbSe8C2BDcjV6dvZwZ-wjSnVNsViz80rx2akUlMJEQXvv6W3cqu4bkLbZO8w47KxPvwp7eKmaVwkmdn6JVOPihglkdUmyP8Pa_SQFOM1moUWBrPEh-stY/s400/011.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Note the baby duck on the porch behind her, she's headed back to the garden to get the other one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Those of you that know Ruthie well at all will recognize an odd phenomenon in this set of pictures. Ru is wearing a hat! I haven't been able to get her to keep a hat on her head since last winter. I'm not sure if it was just cool enough, or if she liked the color, or if it was just because I told her how cute she was with it on about ten times, but for whatever reason she kept it on this time. We played in the van for a while and it was warm enough in there that we both took our hats off, but she didn't want to put it back on afterwards. I figured I'd take what success I could get. :)</div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1ASO4fvSNKN65kT53CErNbSBbnJW3ribdoGcr7vUqt6UtUFd_Tl36UjrmxwlHKLKXzztP-t-AINKIDTQnyyhmfnolYUjvEkH3ZBfWWw2DieLeI8rNw1I2DMktz7puMHXTT523Z6YtJw/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1ASO4fvSNKN65kT53CErNbSBbnJW3ribdoGcr7vUqt6UtUFd_Tl36UjrmxwlHKLKXzztP-t-AINKIDTQnyyhmfnolYUjvEkH3ZBfWWw2DieLeI8rNw1I2DMktz7puMHXTT523Z6YtJw/s400/013.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-61473126882291477712010-01-01T13:08:00.000-08:002010-01-01T15:54:21.592-08:00Christmas Eve with the Maxwells<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLbCanU3pnRKCiyzerYx0gm0XeJQVtuZW3TnMbQyrsJ4cZiwTTsFRo9S5QE-Al-Jd7nMiw8g4Dli9KQL3tf3QsQmhkDfiEr8tjZYkTdIj0U9O8Yq2bjAaV7PIxplhVSdxQ88ceaMIQ54/s1600-h/049-1.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/AVvXsEgwLbCanU3pnRKCiyzerYx0gm0XeJQVtuZW3TnMbQyrsJ4cZiwTTsFRo9S5QE-Al-Jd7nMiw8g4Dli9KQL3tf3QsQmhkDfiEr8tjZYkTdIj0U9O8Yq2bjAaV7PIxplhVSdxQ88ceaMIQ54/s400/049-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421881861270339618" /></a>For the first time in many years, we actually got together with my family within a few days of Christmas. Actually, we got together Christmas eve. It was Ru's first big Christmas present opening celebration, and she had lots of fun tearing the paper off!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7NHyeAo4fGCzFGOKi1VX4Q_VtfCoWRw0Da8gl9K1mo5mb3K9KWCaurWN-C-Av8sbKm3m_6CcScxcW-_kOsIftw2TxjCEIPIq0hhaWDG2gvubedKrwzCrJNOOeGiRl8plYdpcR-7qIqc/s1600-h/039.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/AVvXsEjl7NHyeAo4fGCzFGOKi1VX4Q_VtfCoWRw0Da8gl9K1mo5mb3K9KWCaurWN-C-Av8sbKm3m_6CcScxcW-_kOsIftw2TxjCEIPIq0hhaWDG2gvubedKrwzCrJNOOeGiRl8plYdpcR-7qIqc/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421881851415726194" /></a>Sammy guarded the wrapping paper while Ru and I investigated her new Duplo bus set. (John's girlfriend Misty is sitting next to me)<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARcjxBMjez3jLOnkHDRFVkk-I-JhjBc7lNhJjYwFnOCDVAsQNWlTs80_ozXntE5PERXNP6O37DcIFieqMRGU639fClECrQJoHovMvwzd9nyX7tEg67-B69zBNT8hf6GOLUEbBDj6Ucc8/s1600-h/038.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/AVvXsEjARcjxBMjez3jLOnkHDRFVkk-I-JhjBc7lNhJjYwFnOCDVAsQNWlTs80_ozXntE5PERXNP6O37DcIFieqMRGU639fClECrQJoHovMvwzd9nyX7tEg67-B69zBNT8hf6GOLUEbBDj6Ucc8/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421881845585566434" /></a><br /></div><div>Ru says opening presents is "fun!"</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxd9BmmlpgbbXKRv0kuOEzuCgSPqd82J5UtfVyaBPsVNr8YMuznlotvO2kC2jrcWEfq_UCx7FsYKrYwxDn-Xc1_3RV4g9Rp-fuRzLwJdg9gG8Kk9V8FqBJQMYyhlX6gdX9NKnjDSTjfM/s1600-h/036.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/AVvXsEhTxd9BmmlpgbbXKRv0kuOEzuCgSPqd82J5UtfVyaBPsVNr8YMuznlotvO2kC2jrcWEfq_UCx7FsYKrYwxDn-Xc1_3RV4g9Rp-fuRzLwJdg9gG8Kk9V8FqBJQMYyhlX6gdX9NKnjDSTjfM/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421881835830675906" /></a>She also thinks just about anything with a lens should work like our camcorder, with a flip out view screen she can use as a "meer" to see herself. We had a hard time convincing her this particular camera doesn't have a flip out screen.</div><div><br /></div><div>We just did finger food type stuff for dinner, which was nice because I didn't have to cook. It also helped me to not overeat, as this pregnancy I'm having more trouble with my feet and ankles swelling, and a lot of our snacks were pretty high sodium. The chocolate covered mini cream puffs from costco were pretty yummy tho! Ru enjoyed the cheese and crackers, and the grapes off the fruit tray.</div><div><br /></div><div>We got lots of good gifts, and hopefully everyone liked the gifts we gave them, too. Ru and I did miss the Church service, But Daddy went and ran sound and said the service was nice, hopefully we can go next year. In the meantime we'll use our nativity sets and books to make sure Ru knows what the real meaning of Christmas is: God's gift of his son to mankind.</div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-47612376224994134652010-01-01T02:20:00.000-08:002010-01-01T02:35:44.075-08:00The "Big Girl Room"In anticipation of our fourth "Cheery O" joining us, we're trying to get Ru moved out of the nursery and into a new big girl room. Since I know she's quite the girly girl, but I can't hardly stand to paint an entire room pink (I, personally, amd still not not a girly girl) I compromised and painted a mural on the wall.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKyqxqwaKtpVPd_jTFKZBTUiEHV-krQi82GCNEdoqBDQ1J4tHTie6mYLnVD6ZlQpTPQ-nW0oMxCHWvgogocVrSIAsPb3Lia4-uHP3myEhgxwgR3AKGJC_O290aHoEKfkGRYOBCythFw8/s1600-h/007.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/AVvXsEhbKyqxqwaKtpVPd_jTFKZBTUiEHV-krQi82GCNEdoqBDQ1J4tHTie6mYLnVD6ZlQpTPQ-nW0oMxCHWvgogocVrSIAsPb3Lia4-uHP3myEhgxwgR3AKGJC_O290aHoEKfkGRYOBCythFw8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421717192510961458" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IThJGiOxz3_HeE422G45ewNL2jVx6rz_EGZ3Gj1p4BJZMReSh5jY7tnhOlvp1lVpAxFDnVss2KGjD_Vn56heP_aGDV9cOb5r5uOfXw3QOVLcb3R3Uw6-BAAkogpM5rZvaY8-ZgwaoCw/s1600-h/006.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/AVvXsEh1IThJGiOxz3_HeE422G45ewNL2jVx6rz_EGZ3Gj1p4BJZMReSh5jY7tnhOlvp1lVpAxFDnVss2KGjD_Vn56heP_aGDV9cOb5r5uOfXw3QOVLcb3R3Uw6-BAAkogpM5rZvaY8-ZgwaoCw/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421717186324827330" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OTMFFrc4F-eH2DHuurjCNUUAiIfwvurA6JcN5x_R78HwX09WdpK03evLSxyshXCxY5ddJVE32lT6QQPXT9d7i-jdm2uXhovHACDJ1LoIEHQPzaQDelg96zkIxtAO5wzi3vnI3Dy4F3k/s1600-h/008.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/AVvXsEi1OTMFFrc4F-eH2DHuurjCNUUAiIfwvurA6JcN5x_R78HwX09WdpK03evLSxyshXCxY5ddJVE32lT6QQPXT9d7i-jdm2uXhovHACDJ1LoIEHQPzaQDelg96zkIxtAO5wzi3vnI3Dy4F3k/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421717183740420466" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Two, actually, altho the big tree isn't done yet, I haven't decided if I'm going to paint more, or do something a bit more three dimensional. Right now there are silver and hot pink glittery snowflakes hanging from the branches, altho I hadn't put them up yet when I took the pics.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe18Ffj3AgGEYK3ZaDvLa59yKJFVzAS4JEvhbh_NIVzZuocwwAFsaKV4ny31sHR0RORVpg549RizNgyaHL40mPXn9sWmm1GwULol96i4HvxhkbGuOickT2WE2VrirtC0EwNITqdEeH7W4/s400/005.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421717173881516066" /></div><div>I hope to eventually add some animals or something, but I'm pretty pleased with how they turned out as is. :)</div></div></div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-72214799958312563502009-12-07T15:39:00.001-08:002009-12-07T15:59:19.913-08:00Letter to Santa<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ru is really getting into the whole Christmas thing. She loves the lights, the trees, and she REALLY loves Santa. Well, mostly, she kinda thinks most snowmen at the stores are Santa, too, but it's the same idea. ;) She gets excited when she spots him in the store windows or the big inflatable ones in ppl's yards.<div><br /></div><div>We've been watching the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Father-Christmas-Mel-Smith/dp/B000HIVINI/ref=pd_sim_d_3">Father Christmas video</a> with her sometimes, and the other night she was sitting on Brian's lap, watching it for probably the third time. If you haven't seen it, it's really cute. Santa tells us what he does for the rest of the year. He goes on vacation, then comes home to piles and piles of letters to deal with. While she was watching, she grabbed a notepad from Brian's desk and wanted to color. Brian handed her a brown crayon and she proceeded to</div><div> scribble back and forth while she watched. This isn't anything particularly unusual. the surprising part was when Santa came home from vacation and started reading the kids letters, Ru took her scribbled paper and stood up on Brian's lap, reached over to the monitor and started batting the paper against the screen. She kept repeating "Santa, Santa, Santa" as she did this, so Brian and I concluded she has written her very first letter to Santa Claus, and was trying to get it to him thru the screen. I had the camera handy, so I snapped a quick picture. Because of the nature of flat screen monitors, you can't tell it's even on, so you'll just have to trust me that she was banging it against the poor Santa's face trying to get his attention.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxfldt4xCjliIxo3pb2uO8e5V7AOkdQcsWiMmo37H2aDiI4tsRhvGRkDmJAI8ndRDwhcMiBstunX_zi0-IZZVUiMXsFPZV0SfN8jHEos42Vj9JdeC73BnWgHiND0_Jn63D80w0WrkIzE/s400/009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412644907873435138" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was all set to "engineer" the letter to Santa thing, I have a postcard I picked up at Macy's already addressed to Santa I was going to let her color on. This letter is obviously MUCH more authentic, I just hope the good St. Nick's language understanding magic extends to reading scribbles from toddlers. And don't worry, I already included a note to him asking for the letter back, because this one obviously needs to end up in the scrapbook!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-80291918231845506992009-11-16T10:51:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:21:35.963-08:00Rain, rain, go away! (just leave the puddles, please)Our Oregon weather is well into the rainy season. Ru loves to play outside, so I got her a raincoat and some boots so she can still get out and have some fun. This was our first trip out with the jacket, altho she likes the boots so she's worn them several times before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzzyfoVDW7x1eTb7aKmh_709fn1VFsgtSiHStOJbiaAITideJyg9jW86-iZj7KzhwftbC08YIi_27IJvqUrz4f13MiaNIKn4auNzwaRueMqROnhLq2QUyWqYVBSKsR_Ay0Yg9EyFX8uY/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzzyfoVDW7x1eTb7aKmh_709fn1VFsgtSiHStOJbiaAITideJyg9jW86-iZj7KzhwftbC08YIi_27IJvqUrz4f13MiaNIKn4auNzwaRueMqROnhLq2QUyWqYVBSKsR_Ay0Yg9EyFX8uY/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776526971792194" border="0" /></a>The jacket is a little large, but she got tired of me fussing with the sleeves so I quit rolling them up. At least her little fingers can still grab important things like rocks if necessary.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsIPD85zwaTyURp0lvNVQGkoVh-SyKgss5oyS8KEOUs1GA-hk56iNKfzzK0PowH2FmrBwS_DXv3T0rzFvMf_wT5XMSkcXANFLToY_Inv5CHeUWSV68M-UJFM-Pgz9xrs0-Tg2k56aTVI/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsIPD85zwaTyURp0lvNVQGkoVh-SyKgss5oyS8KEOUs1GA-hk56iNKfzzK0PowH2FmrBwS_DXv3T0rzFvMf_wT5XMSkcXANFLToY_Inv5CHeUWSV68M-UJFM-Pgz9xrs0-Tg2k56aTVI/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776518585901106" border="0" /></a><br />The sun was fairly bright when I took the pics, but you can see the fun flowers and such on her boots as she splashes in the puddle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-a3sCt3_zILWLn059ZyA-GUdr1dtSf0kB36KmHueRO5w_hq8qJ2z7D9MP4fGWioySMGVxfESY-kP4vXtjF1PRXCrY0U5VceE7oFy-GV3PX6AST0gnN9m9_ntiexEEViZ4g8RNplad54/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-a3sCt3_zILWLn059ZyA-GUdr1dtSf0kB36KmHueRO5w_hq8qJ2z7D9MP4fGWioySMGVxfESY-kP4vXtjF1PRXCrY0U5VceE7oFy-GV3PX6AST0gnN9m9_ntiexEEViZ4g8RNplad54/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776511849743170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-MArEv5ECb7r6QIZxFFlEQkSdbmJBWbXH8Eze_VfoJ6J2lDuzJIwSrjtGWVLV4WNphNM1NPlOxpgt-hDL62Kt4S9r4eGbbMlcChjDU4bQh6qelh_btXUEGLHTd6kEKwmS5w0Dfj3ICM/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-MArEv5ECb7r6QIZxFFlEQkSdbmJBWbXH8Eze_VfoJ6J2lDuzJIwSrjtGWVLV4WNphNM1NPlOxpgt-hDL62Kt4S9r4eGbbMlcChjDU4bQh6qelh_btXUEGLHTd6kEKwmS5w0Dfj3ICM/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776506131758194" border="0" /></a>We had lots of fun, she only sat down in the puddle once, which seemed to bother the mama a lot more than the kiddo. :) (I did plan ahead and had her in some pants that already had a small stain, so even if the mud doesn't wash out, no harm done). She also had fun interacting with Sammy, who was inside the fence safe from any major splashes. We walked partway around the block, but she wasn't in an exploring sort of mood, as we ended up just playing inside the car for a while before heading inside to warm up.JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-62609883476622149392009-11-01T15:25:00.001-08:002009-11-01T15:35:40.887-08:00It's not Halloween without a costume!We bought Ru a Halloween costume a month or two ago when I found one on clearance at a website I shop at frequently for baby-proofing stuff. It's a good thing Ru didn't grow anymore than she did, as it only just barely fit her. It came with a cool headpeice that looked just like a doggie head, but Ru doesn't like hats and wouldn't wear it. But she doesn't mind hair bands, so I made some ears out of white felt and hot glued them to a black hairband. It worked great and she even got a couple of complements on her ears. :)<br /><br />Here she is in all her canine glory! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmXx8nQV_GQsZSkiQgq4SdT4Xy4nVMY-nzg_IMkMvdJZdstk7-kTTfl7aXYSA7ZsGRBeFKXxu3SH1CJPSmUj4y52StfXB2EDx0SSwDq2S3bga4SuWEUZEbwtJ6dLKEW8riyiicmvjwaQ/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmXx8nQV_GQsZSkiQgq4SdT4Xy4nVMY-nzg_IMkMvdJZdstk7-kTTfl7aXYSA7ZsGRBeFKXxu3SH1CJPSmUj4y52StfXB2EDx0SSwDq2S3bga4SuWEUZEbwtJ6dLKEW8riyiicmvjwaQ/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280731465736482" border="0" /></a><br />She didn't care for the mittens. She usually just holds her hands up and looks at them when you put mittens on her, and we thought that would be a bit awkward for trick or treating, so we just took them off. She was much happier then. I also decorated her face a bit. We didn't have any face paint (and I didn't think of it til after the stores were out) so I just used a washable magic marker. It worked great, and came right off with a wet wipe later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWMMKXfeg4ZHjmK2nBDRmmSacy_7NhQxxC0jtUwHisr8ak9uIVOqjkTnHyiyc2JPJGEUT_FVVyfYz1Sh9RckF2rDQz4kqWG9-GtxkqZI8sie8gQNOZkqd5ovesqd4lhoA8pgFfsZoVGs/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWMMKXfeg4ZHjmK2nBDRmmSacy_7NhQxxC0jtUwHisr8ak9uIVOqjkTnHyiyc2JPJGEUT_FVVyfYz1Sh9RckF2rDQz4kqWG9-GtxkqZI8sie8gQNOZkqd5ovesqd4lhoA8pgFfsZoVGs/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280733423064194" border="0" /></a><br />This isn't the greatest pic ever, but it's the only one I got of the back of her, with her cute little puppy dog tail showing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChk34CxGwsAVcwhXVBlQg1NtOppdQaIwXHEuTAkRnLtzApikuGeDVZ4gz2FezPut1Icvv_u0jp2P-Vpoc8UKB8xJl1K25Q4lAUwZubWOvP_MUy_fIsg5XqDhMdS1cgMtmiH2teuJKU9Q/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChk34CxGwsAVcwhXVBlQg1NtOppdQaIwXHEuTAkRnLtzApikuGeDVZ4gz2FezPut1Icvv_u0jp2P-Vpoc8UKB8xJl1K25Q4lAUwZubWOvP_MUy_fIsg5XqDhMdS1cgMtmiH2teuJKU9Q/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280737026083474" border="0" /></a><br />And here's one of my costume, it's a play on words. (and the P doesn't actually have anything to do with me being preggers. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4JVolac4VssoijbuuCtJzJ6croGaHkVkGMKFiDg4lhRzn3rUZSH3oyuT9bQq5tiJ6kk4gAbX7GqBHWmxyg0Vg-l9X2ea0ztVZaVbIQPMcm9gtS6xcHkAwoUxW0xqh9A-MmxhZf5gHVo/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4JVolac4VssoijbuuCtJzJ6croGaHkVkGMKFiDg4lhRzn3rUZSH3oyuT9bQq5tiJ6kk4gAbX7GqBHWmxyg0Vg-l9X2ea0ztVZaVbIQPMcm9gtS6xcHkAwoUxW0xqh9A-MmxhZf5gHVo/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280741090505650" border="0" /></a>Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween, we sure did! :)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-56652138578683563842009-11-01T14:45:00.001-08:002009-11-01T15:24:14.284-08:00Ru's first Jack-o-LanternSince we didn't have to spend any money on the experience (grew the pumpkin in my garden) we decided it would be fun to let Ru help make her first jack-o-lantern. We suspected she would really enjoy the pumpkin guts, and we decided we would carve something cute that she would like.<br /><br />We were wrong about the pumpkin guts, while the scooping action was fun, she wasn't really into touching them at all. She preferred to use a spoon and help me remove them from the pumpkin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIW-lY1HT5zJGP1pchmH_Am2TMyWrB0ojSoqg5MjRXvUNK_rVu0Z8M_-NncQYeDs-8ZAIigbO4Cw6LwbLUrTmji4d8QacaCmutwFDF5oVz2ZKrvRtJ76Li2IIIIveuSQ5EHSCLqD5x7A/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTIW-lY1HT5zJGP1pchmH_Am2TMyWrB0ojSoqg5MjRXvUNK_rVu0Z8M_-NncQYeDs-8ZAIigbO4Cw6LwbLUrTmji4d8QacaCmutwFDF5oVz2ZKrvRtJ76Li2IIIIveuSQ5EHSCLqD5x7A/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399270494210704290" border="0" /></a>Or, as the case may be, put them back in. For a while I was fighting a losing battle as she scooped them from the bowl back into the pumpkin. It was fun tho. :) She also liked to stir them in the bowl, and I did manage to catch the bowl both times she tried to dump it on the living room floor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXW-dl9ilO4CKEgg5rFU-QtliIfwOneS2NeRYFZU9NVGZnj8ZXF-OkGJ-htHEyEutevcmDvrO__nlrQZkOQJPNOu2zf1iI1GNK3ip7IyfNUFXv8wFgbZ-Qw0fU09suOUYauRDloJIArU/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXW-dl9ilO4CKEgg5rFU-QtliIfwOneS2NeRYFZU9NVGZnj8ZXF-OkGJ-htHEyEutevcmDvrO__nlrQZkOQJPNOu2zf1iI1GNK3ip7IyfNUFXv8wFgbZ-Qw0fU09suOUYauRDloJIArU/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399270511592814482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Of course, after touching the pumpkin guts it's necessary to wash our hands, which happens to be another of Ruthie's favorite activities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJryrSbb7vxa-DejDIi-Nlo7T_TNEQeegxQxGF9YgQRUT4-KY21u8-dV4zvUqG2NHOELgnJRHucMrLyT3gBTAHJUGZGrjj2lakdNkpcLPPqchte_2h5H9eoiyIjI0X04AsovbMnXU6Kc/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJryrSbb7vxa-DejDIi-Nlo7T_TNEQeegxQxGF9YgQRUT4-KY21u8-dV4zvUqG2NHOELgnJRHucMrLyT3gBTAHJUGZGrjj2lakdNkpcLPPqchte_2h5H9eoiyIjI0X04AsovbMnXU6Kc/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399270508635315410" border="0" /></a>Ruthie LOVES animals, so we decided to do a kitty jack-o-lantern. She seemed to approve, as every time she looked at it she would say "meow-meow." We took it with us to G-ma Judy's house since we don't get much (if any) trick or treat traffic at our place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDtyUcOv-ZTr4XGHK7ArtPqn_lyq4OcN_B0fi36NEtsudKaziltIGOkD8sPxkbckWugmBbl3quKevQelVKYPaIZVlTyFBtAJ3tNDziccwiXbtaGeOVmxsQPbdDv1CiDodotpHyrpWYgE/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDtyUcOv-ZTr4XGHK7ArtPqn_lyq4OcN_B0fi36NEtsudKaziltIGOkD8sPxkbckWugmBbl3quKevQelVKYPaIZVlTyFBtAJ3tNDziccwiXbtaGeOVmxsQPbdDv1CiDodotpHyrpWYgE/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399270500743855170" border="0" /></a>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-89446700475142082212009-10-12T15:04:00.000-07:002009-10-12T15:04:51.268-07:00Happy Fall, Y'all!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />We took Ru to the French Prairie Garden's Pumpkin patch yesterday. We had a great time! Grandma Judy came along, and we watched pig races, went on a hay ride, picked out a pumpkin, and saw lots of cool animals.<br /><br />Brian's family has always had the rule that you can only have a pumpkin as big as you can carry. Since we have some in our garden already, I was happy Ru bonded with this small, bumpy one since it's different from any we already have.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVt4Na3K-ShomehO1Yz6GyX__sDy1Gb_wZhHmYMKS1BYn_1yXE6-98FGsgvpdyYup0BSOBRtdlMrQVPXQo79tSs_26sRgkRI5ljtmI0xwsxM9zZ4lt84Ka2Fgg13vJA1NwTTxzmOyzKg/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVt4Na3K-ShomehO1Yz6GyX__sDy1Gb_wZhHmYMKS1BYn_1yXE6-98FGsgvpdyYup0BSOBRtdlMrQVPXQo79tSs_26sRgkRI5ljtmI0xwsxM9zZ4lt84Ka2Fgg13vJA1NwTTxzmOyzKg/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Of all the animals, I think Ru liked the goats the best. The chickens were cool, and the llamas held her interest for a bit. But the goats were small and cute, and she really liked watching them. This goat was quite friendly, and Ru got to feed him a few bits of goat food.<br /><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjPFuYKNlwryL97RVGGh7ftwahvytAuxHI6hErzXL5fWHULhpgmP79nffsAlv_c5rnOhkUNh9CnCGUrkrJV6H0RwS7KqulhgYSvaymQMnAjQsvGESibPO8JnW549eacMaTFDjo772Kh4/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjPFuYKNlwryL97RVGGh7ftwahvytAuxHI6hErzXL5fWHULhpgmP79nffsAlv_c5rnOhkUNh9CnCGUrkrJV6H0RwS7KqulhgYSvaymQMnAjQsvGESibPO8JnW549eacMaTFDjo772Kh4/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />They had a nice display of pumpkins in the greenhouse, so we tried to get some pics with them. Here's my preggy self trying to keep Ru from jumping off her pumpkinny perch.<br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYYeelFFgltETEQNv5v65cKbs7lO-Z1nx8NQDm2dZmv0BtUA3R5Cnory086WSFSOQKl_iEwhR-ajWDvN-VHtlHckZwOawwVMh7OrhOhNdCqff9tHHfvcR8Ye2xKSSVrhaDkNbycPiuPU/s1600-h/109.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYYeelFFgltETEQNv5v65cKbs7lO-Z1nx8NQDm2dZmv0BtUA3R5Cnory086WSFSOQKl_iEwhR-ajWDvN-VHtlHckZwOawwVMh7OrhOhNdCqff9tHHfvcR8Ye2xKSSVrhaDkNbycPiuPU/s400/109.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Ru wouldn't just stand in front of the pumpkins for long, she wanted to bring us the fun squash we were trying to use as props. But we got a couple decent shots. :)<br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kqBPXkBYG-d48twWzEZxzvQTgOI99Z9CcOykONRFKtXzW80UZiELzaV2MJGYajnAUdWj7OO9VLZFrz6sfXDjGs095c7fAdiMg0YF5vFjW48yWLHOzSsIaXDFZQh_uu_q0u9Hci4wZYk/s1600-h/113.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kqBPXkBYG-d48twWzEZxzvQTgOI99Z9CcOykONRFKtXzW80UZiELzaV2MJGYajnAUdWj7OO9VLZFrz6sfXDjGs095c7fAdiMg0YF5vFjW48yWLHOzSsIaXDFZQh_uu_q0u9Hci4wZYk/s400/113.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-38205058248224014952009-09-18T15:34:00.000-07:002009-09-18T15:43:29.330-07:00Professional pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsftKN5ZFuwRJIiuhu6UlEhVxdcjoW_rblUcdXUhnAR9GSxLN50mzz7SZ5UyyB1wfXku3DdZrtW3-VnpBzQLrtaalpql01sgi6TsOwPWFEzh5nm0TLwJhP0eMkMw7i6YHjWOYpJ9EDAsk/s1600-h/Image13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsftKN5ZFuwRJIiuhu6UlEhVxdcjoW_rblUcdXUhnAR9GSxLN50mzz7SZ5UyyB1wfXku3DdZrtW3-VnpBzQLrtaalpql01sgi6TsOwPWFEzh5nm0TLwJhP0eMkMw7i6YHjWOYpJ9EDAsk/s400/Image13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382939914530106002" border="0" /></a><br />This is my favorite pic of Ru ever! This was another set of way overpriced prints from a really cheap sitting fee done at a local hotel. They give you one really cheap large print, and then it's way overpriced for any other prints. But I did go ahead and order the smallest package so I could have this one of Ru. In addition to the old fashioned cuteness, she really does just adore stuffed bears. so it caught a nice bit of her personality as well. (note all the other bears tossed behind her... ;)<br /><br />They talked me into dressing up for pics, too. I hadn't planned on it, but decided why not, I haven't had my pic done professionally in ages. The first pic was the one 10x13 I got, the second was just fun, as Ru does like sitting on my lap and reading books, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gwsfWs5lZQ_Av5Pc2q_aew6GjenpVymk6okAExzFsf7V6kSrQlKxoax5B2Qk95W6g9UW81WQp-hQ_kkiGY7VVr-rABo9uM4QJ27TK4uYMQcBKod6Mt39j-kI6fcrfgV4sIeZc7fYyBU/s1600-h/Image14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gwsfWs5lZQ_Av5Pc2q_aew6GjenpVymk6okAExzFsf7V6kSrQlKxoax5B2Qk95W6g9UW81WQp-hQ_kkiGY7VVr-rABo9uM4QJ27TK4uYMQcBKod6Mt39j-kI6fcrfgV4sIeZc7fYyBU/s400/Image14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382939903853632898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxtfhmaSjd1TZoXfEHdp2WgvcLxyA85TnTw2aFQqhWFDHZXykhNk_F4EhGaFzogxLCjWNkZK5jpWySC8Ugg57C4xzbZgoECxfOM0DdlDsW_kFMG0Irt8R5BuxfswdlhSDtZOyvp8UMMk/s1600-h/Image12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxtfhmaSjd1TZoXfEHdp2WgvcLxyA85TnTw2aFQqhWFDHZXykhNk_F4EhGaFzogxLCjWNkZK5jpWySC8Ugg57C4xzbZgoECxfOM0DdlDsW_kFMG0Irt8R5BuxfswdlhSDtZOyvp8UMMk/s400/Image12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382939884942574834" border="0" /></a><br />I love this last one because it shows what a girly girl she is. She loves wearing necklaces and playing with her tea set. (altho hers is plastic, not ceramic like the one in the pic) I'm pretty sure I never touched a tea set in my entire tom boy childhood. I think I played dress up once at Aunt Ruth's, but I didn't own any dress up clothes myself and certainly didn't play on a regular basis. Ru does tho, she's just waiting for me to buy her something other than her one sparkly skirt (thanks Lory!) that she wears all the time, and her many beaded necklaces. Hehe, and I also like her little toes peeking out under the table...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQP7RgPLUAQrV4G3eZrPWbqJsRV_TNDpmisTOt9nM6y65v7Pi05LjkjBQ-waNtcaO3lOzbV5awogOSpHipi1J2k53KefCMpGxNgNlHE0oaOjZ8sFmny1l1XZ1kma6E_9IgXHN6sU6Wo0/s1600-h/Image11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQP7RgPLUAQrV4G3eZrPWbqJsRV_TNDpmisTOt9nM6y65v7Pi05LjkjBQ-waNtcaO3lOzbV5awogOSpHipi1J2k53KefCMpGxNgNlHE0oaOjZ8sFmny1l1XZ1kma6E_9IgXHN6sU6Wo0/s400/Image11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382939872190330562" border="0" /></a>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-29995104820697783582009-09-04T19:07:00.000-07:002009-09-04T19:15:04.781-07:00Ravioli and black beans?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lZimDBMomllJHfHhCWNGMQrShyphenhyphenTGIcfzT5JcQSrzHdYDoLypNrUdIZMgpLAjkZBrQtoPYszrN8495ZPD_EV_Fehlp0SRGZmoDvyKOEYegDresMzmxF-Zy_m-1JlrKTb4y1RTW9ouqTQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lZimDBMomllJHfHhCWNGMQrShyphenhyphenTGIcfzT5JcQSrzHdYDoLypNrUdIZMgpLAjkZBrQtoPYszrN8495ZPD_EV_Fehlp0SRGZmoDvyKOEYegDresMzmxF-Zy_m-1JlrKTb4y1RTW9ouqTQ/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377799494887282690" border="0" /></a><br />It's a kind of odd combination, but that's what Ru and I had for dinner one day this week when Brian was late coming home from work. I didn't have the energy to cook anything for just the two of us, so I heated up a can of black beans, and some chef boyardee ravioli. Ru loved both, she almost always likes beans, and the ravioli was a big hit, too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWckzLJHj_s4H5i01LIKbdIQQ3xncltEHjFP8SQAhMQYoLro1RSB4YvGR1SzgDasPI6UnZ2UzHCbXaeSbdFl6s9OhyphenhyphenfGAGgjweRkZGzF6kbpzBbLGIaUEpy-kM3eeIDcJqtnWWYbhdVhA/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWckzLJHj_s4H5i01LIKbdIQQ3xncltEHjFP8SQAhMQYoLro1RSB4YvGR1SzgDasPI6UnZ2UzHCbXaeSbdFl6s9OhyphenhyphenfGAGgjweRkZGzF6kbpzBbLGIaUEpy-kM3eeIDcJqtnWWYbhdVhA/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377799508712974834" border="0" /></a>Note the beans are gone, still one ravioli bit to go tho. BTW, she's wearing her pj shirt from the night before, since we were playing in the water outside before dinner and she got her t-shirt all wet. So I decided rather than put it back on, I'd just toss this other shirt on for dinner and take it off for bathtime. (she was chilly or I wouldn't have bothered with a shirt at all. ;) anyway, that's why she doesn't have a bib on.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcJ-k3qCDLe73O166HXF3ktfLw55xyI4CGu5jIhd_QD3vIbYdsxJc3xh6SxBpvMVdwVTBbUtin8PkU1GWFn55z-aWbQ_zvTtAgWcLgUMOCfBDSQIwyGSfkeauCsVc_dRAXOWOOzPGW50/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcJ-k3qCDLe73O166HXF3ktfLw55xyI4CGu5jIhd_QD3vIbYdsxJc3xh6SxBpvMVdwVTBbUtin8PkU1GWFn55z-aWbQ_zvTtAgWcLgUMOCfBDSQIwyGSfkeauCsVc_dRAXOWOOzPGW50/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377800919068086450" border="0" /></a>One slightly grubby, but quite happy and well fed little girl! ;)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-67927592253659227732009-09-01T21:49:00.000-07:002009-09-03T19:18:54.457-07:00We love the baby!Ruthie got a new baby doll from her Nana a few weeks ago. (Nana also bought the outfit she's wearing in this pic, I love owls!) She LOVES it! She just calls it baby right now, maybe when she's talking better it will get a real name. It's about 12 inches, I'll have to keep an eye out for 12 inch baby doll clothes now. ;) It also can go in the bathtub (altho we don't really plan to play with it in there) it's nice that it is quite washable. It also smells like vanilla, altho I haven't decided if I think that's a good thing or not. ;)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4y-54Th7ThzrOtwUtLty8FNLUCFzdOAtV5HAMtSbDeWhBuKxSN0Td5u_GZUatDMzxH2sVIyHCyQlXnfynd9UegHkWLDaQ6X358LzyaGBfzuJc-9JLnEg7dBOj8ihfb6dKGFdqOUl-y8/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4y-54Th7ThzrOtwUtLty8FNLUCFzdOAtV5HAMtSbDeWhBuKxSN0Td5u_GZUatDMzxH2sVIyHCyQlXnfynd9UegHkWLDaQ6X358LzyaGBfzuJc-9JLnEg7dBOj8ihfb6dKGFdqOUl-y8/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728322495125538" border="0" /></a><br />She likes to put the doll in her little stroller (which, now that I think about it, Nana ALSO bought for her...), sometimes she even gets it in there facing the correct way. At least the feet always go in first...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCcJKWy8cNujQBTI-GIBM8Ef5REBfPk6Z_hOgV88vZZ15ICmnmDoSz_yz-0tHbDZYkiYmlZuhCAnuTPGvkbC2uFGySyjSheyuU-QL6Z7CHMZSJxY_WSRiQgOpUsgmH_Wk-u1ub196ynk/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCcJKWy8cNujQBTI-GIBM8Ef5REBfPk6Z_hOgV88vZZ15ICmnmDoSz_yz-0tHbDZYkiYmlZuhCAnuTPGvkbC2uFGySyjSheyuU-QL6Z7CHMZSJxY_WSRiQgOpUsgmH_Wk-u1ub196ynk/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728309137708994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM_q1snqeoD7m7k2j5N7-OsHDm8Z9l6SEqRVwphEsONf__fcklyOVlEn5PFRTxPkqmzRmJIaKzLYvXewzIxru1znppiLNr3lRzUnY-ek_AmzTG9KYO12i-MuJH3pa-IOrxxOSJa-flFQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM_q1snqeoD7m7k2j5N7-OsHDm8Z9l6SEqRVwphEsONf__fcklyOVlEn5PFRTxPkqmzRmJIaKzLYvXewzIxru1znppiLNr3lRzUnY-ek_AmzTG9KYO12i-MuJH3pa-IOrxxOSJa-flFQ/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728291298035650" border="0" /></a><br />Ru also likes to feed the baby. Here she is sharing her cheerios.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszc41d7fYWME0aibNvk6Yh0a0cNULVIu37ajfKzSQDdvanPG2behVPYB-aYj9vJfBIX9fA8jaYHCLY5E5nwQ-sP7G1vl90h261Jqx9wbnQfPve69WX4x4rHRjqt8HShV_qDft83Y6jPA/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszc41d7fYWME0aibNvk6Yh0a0cNULVIu37ajfKzSQDdvanPG2behVPYB-aYj9vJfBIX9fA8jaYHCLY5E5nwQ-sP7G1vl90h261Jqx9wbnQfPve69WX4x4rHRjqt8HShV_qDft83Y6jPA/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728335894586450" border="0" /></a><br />I love that she is learning to love and take care of other little people (as well as her stuffed animals, she feeds them too) and that she's got a little friend she really likes to play with. :)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-53609154079308927402009-08-27T09:10:00.000-07:002009-08-27T12:35:45.815-07:00Stylin!We ordered a Robe for Ru a while back, since it's a kinda chilly trip from the bathroom downstairs to the bedroom upstairs. It was much to big for her tho, so I put it in the closet and forgot about it.<br /><br />However, she's been growing like a summer weed, and when she found it the other day I let her try it on. It fits! (kinda) She had great fun modeling it, she really loves how soft it is and hugs it when she's not wearing it. Of course i took some pics since she was so proud to be wearing it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRWC6NtIPaSvSnjwgZUwsk2PdVfpHc9p_4rZK5LnFYqdauqsM-8cLaLpBdL8TwaaUwaNQEAxkA7nQrhEoJCLVyFA8zN9jksc440tLGKw_oTnCk3fW9uApkChvhbV3rc9x0L7eupiLHGQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRWC6NtIPaSvSnjwgZUwsk2PdVfpHc9p_4rZK5LnFYqdauqsM-8cLaLpBdL8TwaaUwaNQEAxkA7nQrhEoJCLVyFA8zN9jksc440tLGKw_oTnCk3fW9uApkChvhbV3rc9x0L7eupiLHGQ/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374676877780870866" border="0" /></a>The shoes, however, do NOT fit. (those are my gardening clogs)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM4Kzp_HUAar77OY7MdLb52YjMWIbmXzWbTA1L5zqM-uuhuVJjti9eFO2hPVvHC6GYxBr78XjomrbpKnE1i6D_zdHKuJTq8KHlfYAXx0SgUWUFapUE-5oYRigJVzfu4oyMiuaFjkytI0/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM4Kzp_HUAar77OY7MdLb52YjMWIbmXzWbTA1L5zqM-uuhuVJjti9eFO2hPVvHC6GYxBr78XjomrbpKnE1i6D_zdHKuJTq8KHlfYAXx0SgUWUFapUE-5oYRigJVzfu4oyMiuaFjkytI0/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374676868595790274" border="0" /></a>this is gonna be great come time for Christmas pics!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aBofEl5bvp9l2MpZ4UqQnxymtMpKjhvgReWA-nc14UrrxOVId5zlrzlqN1tZ9oiTG2CpMEDHFFmTkk3MQUzuVozXb_ToRUe2HAgSSdnfTfiMC6XA98MOI9ghd_U4zgmLgH-qq0J2lTw/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aBofEl5bvp9l2MpZ4UqQnxymtMpKjhvgReWA-nc14UrrxOVId5zlrzlqN1tZ9oiTG2CpMEDHFFmTkk3MQUzuVozXb_ToRUe2HAgSSdnfTfiMC6XA98MOI9ghd_U4zgmLgH-qq0J2lTw/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374676860199276898" border="0" /></a>OK, so maybe it's a little bit big. But that will make it great for taking more pics in a she grows, right? (and that's a hair clip in her hand, apparently she decided if it was a fashion show she ought to accessorize! :)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-23624683330057024352009-08-26T19:21:00.000-07:002009-08-26T19:48:14.064-07:00Finally, a veggie we can agree on!So far, I can't get Ru to eat more than a few bites of just about any veggie. Other than potatoes anyway, but those are awfully starchy. Sweet potatoes are at least a little better, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">altho</span> she prefers they be in french fry form. (same with regular potatoes for that matter, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">altho</span> I don't generally feed her french fries!) At home, she turns up her nose at carrots, cucumbers, green beans, peas, broccoli, and cauliflower. I'm not actually a huge fan of cooked veggies either, so I'm hoping once she gets all her teeth and can eat them fresh things will go better. At least she loves fruit.<br /><br />Anyway, I stumbled upon a veggie she seems to love! Black beans!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkAoGG_2-28mU7QYmF3BgrI-g7gKKZJdu9Ud0Mhfl9wOG2GWjo-8xPJLfQ8985aG8XaPccs1ldG9o5SLwJczE4IK74a-bBmTQjpqv-HjtAUhI0ygxw6Rksi0IIY2iji_Ny0-KPxYGek8/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkAoGG_2-28mU7QYmF3BgrI-g7gKKZJdu9Ud0Mhfl9wOG2GWjo-8xPJLfQ8985aG8XaPccs1ldG9o5SLwJczE4IK74a-bBmTQjpqv-HjtAUhI0ygxw6Rksi0IIY2iji_Ny0-KPxYGek8/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374466522214095986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, so I don't actually know if beans count as a veggie or a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">protein</span>, but I know they are really good for you so it doesn't matter. I impulsively mixed a can in with some mac and cheese (gotta get that stuff at least a little nutritional value) and was surprised when I let her feed herself. I spoon fed her both beans and noodles on the same spoon. When she fed herself, she ate the beans, and not the noodles! Cool!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmrJc03pFVtOYAPb4v3oGnK1ZiLtWnLj4D5RVNDw6GDRwQU62cCjZWIFcGL39ZcSc3SQq4G4t3_uaUVK2unBAGjZ9d-ie7GlBy3do145cENhzI4KBOZKCBSvhjgf6MeKnedCc4RL9vkg/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmrJc03pFVtOYAPb4v3oGnK1ZiLtWnLj4D5RVNDw6GDRwQU62cCjZWIFcGL39ZcSc3SQq4G4t3_uaUVK2unBAGjZ9d-ie7GlBy3do145cENhzI4KBOZKCBSvhjgf6MeKnedCc4RL9vkg/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374466510119458482" border="0" /></a><br />They are kinda messy. I can deal with that. She does seem to prefer the "seasoned" ones rather than the plain, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">altho</span> I generally rinse them unless I am adding them to something already messy like the mac and cheese.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5gBGJaVwz6Hzbl51r4f9uG-h_6NgVigLhM7Wa4sD7OSZLC8Dd-kVugHmt892OQFCJUYC-bLR_s942AP9T0ElBnMk3QxBIHBnSokSs47Jxyn98sgVjaIgAXyCb-IY5qaluvTI6t961b4/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5gBGJaVwz6Hzbl51r4f9uG-h_6NgVigLhM7Wa4sD7OSZLC8Dd-kVugHmt892OQFCJUYC-bLR_s942AP9T0ElBnMk3QxBIHBnSokSs47Jxyn98sgVjaIgAXyCb-IY5qaluvTI6t961b4/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374469571317171298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Besides, we kinda like messy faces. They make for fun pictures.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwN8BJc9QyrYpNNU7yIu9C-YxELTBHACLi4ZnNjAqotshy36e19mZBjHEAVczrCFmIpm2ts-hWctzfKXfI-gVTEzRrHwGmFFfXvKdgkFMt5I8ZOIwTDDuitLECT1EIVl7kIGLWGN8_bQ/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwN8BJc9QyrYpNNU7yIu9C-YxELTBHACLi4ZnNjAqotshy36e19mZBjHEAVczrCFmIpm2ts-hWctzfKXfI-gVTEzRrHwGmFFfXvKdgkFMt5I8ZOIwTDDuitLECT1EIVl7kIGLWGN8_bQ/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374466513859884178" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;">We want YOU to eat your veggies!!<br /></span></div>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-75904924536299056272009-08-24T16:03:00.000-07:002009-08-24T16:16:07.451-07:00park picsI am falling WAY behind on posting on here! I blame the new little one sucking out all my energy. Ah well, we'll be thru the first trimester in just another week or so, hopefully I'll have more energy then. In the meantime, I just pretend I have energy and keep going so I can keep up with Ru! here's som pics from one of our recent walks, we stopped to play at the park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnJKFroyhDP8ka0xhLhizqcaHJzDeWRTxXFtGnqjS7Zs8BfbLGtB7vzPC_uanRbaxK6Lp4_q7sHsj5UMBnlwIbrLvRh5fsDbVFLPOEDp7ZGo-HQ6epGz5-zwYK2eK2XFB8IMbcc8WcIw/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnJKFroyhDP8ka0xhLhizqcaHJzDeWRTxXFtGnqjS7Zs8BfbLGtB7vzPC_uanRbaxK6Lp4_q7sHsj5UMBnlwIbrLvRh5fsDbVFLPOEDp7ZGo-HQ6epGz5-zwYK2eK2XFB8IMbcc8WcIw/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671776146175170" border="0" /></a><br />Ru had sunblock on her legs, and thought it was pretty cool that the little pieces of mulch stuck to her. <mama sighs=""><br /></mama><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjSMPImITHCj4C4zZJrn-LFwUT65NimT7z-U6O-mwwKT8Y7CA69JRncKcJeOj3QyzX43BGlJbqwdz_BXEJTD5or2hdWALkS-soy53tUT8qtqnURXCfZnpsre-zE7dr0V1zz7Rpstro-8/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjSMPImITHCj4C4zZJrn-LFwUT65NimT7z-U6O-mwwKT8Y7CA69JRncKcJeOj3QyzX43BGlJbqwdz_BXEJTD5or2hdWALkS-soy53tUT8qtqnURXCfZnpsre-zE7dr0V1zz7Rpstro-8/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671791426972402" border="0" /></a><br /><mama sighs="">Yay! Mulch on the slide, too!<br /></mama><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlfpj8Q9NrMXxD_o0-4TGpV0-KDNVmL2EDmsF8biwV0ohi7Sxtle-qV3fO_Nh_EJDtCfAIsIW_xqcTrT9BaO-TAQ7_-8B8azBHllNnyzc8OXJPGDgG3oIUvE67HAeWg1U-n6bpBxi9pk/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlfpj8Q9NrMXxD_o0-4TGpV0-KDNVmL2EDmsF8biwV0ohi7Sxtle-qV3fO_Nh_EJDtCfAIsIW_xqcTrT9BaO-TAQ7_-8B8azBHllNnyzc8OXJPGDgG3oIUvE67HAeWg1U-n6bpBxi9pk/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671808304770610" border="0" /></a><br /><mama sighs="">Ru still loves to swing!<br /><br />While I've got your attention, recent developments in Ru's little life include: a much improved ability to run, and run, and run...; the comprehension skills to usually answer a yes or no question with a nod or shake of the head; the ability (or maybe inclination) to actually nod yes and mean it if I ask if she's ready for a nap or bedtime! ; 4 new teeth (the last two incisors on the bottom, and two molars on the top, those have been GREAT fun <big>) ; and the ability to put on and take off her beaded necklaces she got at the old fashioned festival. She also will leave hair clips in now, so we are letting her bangs grow out for now. Fun times in our Cheery-O household! :)<br /></mama>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-42700264564149247042009-07-21T21:15:00.001-07:002009-07-21T21:27:54.540-07:00The rest of the camping picsHere's a couple of totally cute beach pics. I was buttoning her jacket in the first one (another Thank you, this one to Annette for the hand me downs!) and the other just shows a nice close up of her in the wind. It was chilly enough she even left her hood on, which she HATES to have up normally.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzt3RCPBug12EOCl5XlmDbvz10tHGXK5hkcfdRwdaDdH8rBrVnf2gRoc7JHA4QHa5uXGVtzYnLFisbmizjR5T9M5kzmUrKyOfwfeqofSGRpmJs7BTW7sLVI3dhwnGn8R-X5Q3GsVtD3k/s1600-h/camp+out+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzt3RCPBug12EOCl5XlmDbvz10tHGXK5hkcfdRwdaDdH8rBrVnf2gRoc7JHA4QHa5uXGVtzYnLFisbmizjR5T9M5kzmUrKyOfwfeqofSGRpmJs7BTW7sLVI3dhwnGn8R-X5Q3GsVtD3k/s400/camp+out+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133927434997154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwP2-OXB3rxRG-xv06XXwuSH8ESv89rJVzvRIK7uMOxthTYdbfN_jgKGM1-15oI2sKa6aIenJR1iIqxxwvbmy60A5WEdyo3SolorZZbrpZgWwER_wAGktk5xqbfSgJ43KmRSPCiY5cR8/s1600-h/camp+out+031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwP2-OXB3rxRG-xv06XXwuSH8ESv89rJVzvRIK7uMOxthTYdbfN_jgKGM1-15oI2sKa6aIenJR1iIqxxwvbmy60A5WEdyo3SolorZZbrpZgWwER_wAGktk5xqbfSgJ43KmRSPCiY5cR8/s400/camp+out+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133938875405266" border="0" /> </a>Having fun with her Daddy, a nice snuggle between trips to the ground to find rocks! ;)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBDvJ6K9gvxqi_bM5bXJTUgKimXdtEGivYFv580C28_Oqz-HKVN7g0fr0OiUZEA8UfR2sVKC5UD2Wqs-ZZgZoeMiNiOT7HOX8mgkQBfqoPI7O_NiEQVVZ9h8IFIZhZxxuku59IsDc9a0/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBDvJ6K9gvxqi_bM5bXJTUgKimXdtEGivYFv580C28_Oqz-HKVN7g0fr0OiUZEA8UfR2sVKC5UD2Wqs-ZZgZoeMiNiOT7HOX8mgkQBfqoPI7O_NiEQVVZ9h8IFIZhZxxuku59IsDc9a0/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133926351458066" border="0" /></a>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-50977233675279869362009-07-21T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-21T21:15:09.488-07:00CampingA word of caustion, I wanted to catch a lot of memories here, so it's pretty text heavy. If you want to just skip to the pictures I won't be offended... ;)<br /><br />Our Church has an annual camp out every year, where we reserve a bunch of spots together in a state park on the beach (used to be South Beach, now we do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nehalem</span> Bay) and have a grand old time with organized campfire events, a sand castle contest, organized games, a potluck, and of course a fireside worship service. We've gone every year since we joined the church, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">altho</span> last year with little Ru we just ended up making a day trip out of it. So this year was officially Ru's first camping trip. She had a great time! During the days...she was teething and the nights were fairly tough on all of us. Thankfully some good friends (who weren't able to go, and we did miss them--but Thanks Rose and Bob!!) loaned us their pop up trailer, or we may have bailed after the first night.<br /><br />Of course, even that didn't go without a hitch...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">literally</span>. We couldn't get one put on our van in less than a week, so at first we told them we couldn't do it, then some other friends offered to pull it for us. (Thanks Don and Judy!!) So we were able to work it out. Ru actually LOVED the beds. She thought it was totally fun that they were mostly encased in canvas, and she could stand up and touch the ceiling and bang on the walls, etc. She got excited every time it was time for bed. You may notice a problem with that situation there... Anyway, we put her on the outside edge with one sleeping bag laid out flat under us, and used another for a cover. I slept in the inside edge so she couldn't roll off the bed and into the trailer. the first night was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span>, the second she woke around midnight crying and crying, it took us 20 minutes to get her calmed down enough to take some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tylenol</span> and get her back to sleep. And then she insisted upon sleeping ON me. I still have a sore neck three days later. But enough whining...<br /><br />Friday night was the campfire songs and story telling, which eventually broke down into telling blond jokes and making endless <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">smores</span> and marshmallows. There was no way to put Ru down safely at her regular bedtime, so she stayed up (after a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">brief</span> nap in the wrap) and enjoyed the party, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UQQbpSpyPHJ_mTq2dA_QOX2LTS0gSfaZdVA2_9MiLT2QiVuYRZLT7RQ3szFh4AyNLaaFBZW2IQN5x0pVg1PYh66D-e7x1W4grZAtMc1AuJdbu25_mjceUsx2fEotU3gP5J2OGMcf1Uc/s1600-h/camp+out+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UQQbpSpyPHJ_mTq2dA_QOX2LTS0gSfaZdVA2_9MiLT2QiVuYRZLT7RQ3szFh4AyNLaaFBZW2IQN5x0pVg1PYh66D-e7x1W4grZAtMc1AuJdbu25_mjceUsx2fEotU3gP5J2OGMcf1Uc/s400/camp+out+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127287568883954" border="0" /></a>Saturday's events started at 10:30 with the sand sculpture contest. (while I'm thinking about it, our neighbors provided us with three meals at their table, including sat breakfast of pancakes with homemade raspberry sauce. Thanks Sharon and Bill!) I walked down with Don and Judy, and we took turns carrying Ru. She's getting heavy! She ended up spending quite a bit of time on Don's shoulders. She wasn't actually sure she liked it up there, he's pretty tall, but she didn't cry or protest, either. As usual, she mostly just played with the rocks. I'll post the beach pics <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">separate</span> because this crazy thing only lets me post 4 pics each time.<br /><br />After lunch we did games near the playground. I was beat after that first night, so I actually napped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thru</span> the games and Brian and Judy took care of Ru. The playground had pea gravel as the cushioning. Little, tiny, ROCKS!!! Ru likes rocks. She played with them, grabbing handfuls, pushing them around, and stacking them on the swings. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yay</span>, rocks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgYl4_LB_49oJPUPQj3N1grx-hrMaJOyp5takv35vz_nzVY1gWLQHbz0HD7CTNUyaKYYwSad0-FPnKrgbV9XeHi4br0BBKe6dWqZVqqEvyfA0jmLGwqzvyNQpGa9mQjqzeFFoR54ACR8/s1600-h/camp+out+053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgYl4_LB_49oJPUPQj3N1grx-hrMaJOyp5takv35vz_nzVY1gWLQHbz0HD7CTNUyaKYYwSad0-FPnKrgbV9XeHi4br0BBKe6dWqZVqqEvyfA0jmLGwqzvyNQpGa9mQjqzeFFoR54ACR8/s400/camp+out+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127321351131954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY70nbthDZcpcerMw8GQ2FM7O_QR0AqCsGCCCaWWHzTsOdiCjKS592hBy9q5b8sK-_QkSlajTp3cHNXoTusoitT0Htj9hYCRAgdkiHQIfM3b_be336cRh2m64jD9NVJQHwMVS189qrPjk/s1600-h/camp+out+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY70nbthDZcpcerMw8GQ2FM7O_QR0AqCsGCCCaWWHzTsOdiCjKS592hBy9q5b8sK-_QkSlajTp3cHNXoTusoitT0Htj9hYCRAgdkiHQIfM3b_be336cRh2m64jD9NVJQHwMVS189qrPjk/s400/camp+out+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127299827837474" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday night we had the potluck. Judy took Ru for pretty much the entire time, fed her, etc. So Brian and I got a much needed break to relax and eat. I managed to bang my head pretty good on a low tree branch, and had already had a headache all day. So i snuck out after dinner and took a shower (man did that sting, I obviously broke the skin on my head when I hit it!) and then laid down in the trailer til the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">tylenol</span> kicked in. I caught the last bit of the worship service (I actually listened to much of the rest, since the extra campsite we reserve each time for a meeting space was across from ours) and took communion. Our little family didn't stay up much past that, we were beat and ready for bed. Thank goodness for Judy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l3aZaMx9GsIB262A3XvZ9OQTzjbQ1Yq8ZTXULc-uVaG9m0MAKOm6ZyXThJQkAERfKXcUrcs4JWifXerc55q1qc7d5o1o_403udDejmuzZ2exvC0CiUzT83r0_R0GCkHNg1KZqP5upq4/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l3aZaMx9GsIB262A3XvZ9OQTzjbQ1Yq8ZTXULc-uVaG9m0MAKOm6ZyXThJQkAERfKXcUrcs4JWifXerc55q1qc7d5o1o_403udDejmuzZ2exvC0CiUzT83r0_R0GCkHNg1KZqP5upq4/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127275188846034" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday morning Brian took Sammy out early, and without his morning restlessness Ru and I were able to sleep in til 9. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Yay</span> for much needed sleep! (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">altho</span> that's when I was off the pillow and tweaked my neck) Anyway, I kept Ru busy visiting folks while Brian broke down camp. We had the usual organizational meeting where we discussed ideas for improvements the following year, with a couple of great suggestions we'll follow up on. We didn't stick around for lunch. We were exhausted, Ru was fussy, Brian sunburned, my head still hurt, so we headed home. The good news is the drive home went much better than the drive there (we stopped twice on the way there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">because</span> she was so upset. On the way back she actually slept the last hour) and we arrived home safe and sound Sunday afternoon. <br /><br />Overall it was an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ok</span> trip. camping with an infant is a LOT of work. I am fairly certain Brian and I have no urge whatsoever to borrow Bob's trailer and go do it again next month. However, with the support of a loving church family around, it was quite doable and certainly had many wonderful moments, so we do plan to try it again next year. Even tho we may be back in a tent...JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-73487115610673051022009-07-21T20:17:00.000-07:002009-07-21T20:32:06.394-07:00More birthday suit picsWe didn't stop to put our clothes on (well, hers, I had a swim suit on, if that counts) when Ru decided she was done playing in the pool. Instead, we moved to the front porch where she has a sandbox to play in. Of course, she didn't play in it. She preferred to climb up onto the Adirondack chairs all by herself. she is just getting into the whole climbing thing. <wince> She keeps me busy following her around with my hands stretched and ready to catch her if she falls, or give her a boost if she needs it. She's pretty much mastered getting on the chair...now if only she could figure out how to get back off...<br /><br />I love this pic of her, she looks so serious. No smiling and clapping at her accomplishment, she's busy trying to memorize what she did to get up there...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZi5Ed4-y5lw9Q9awzmMxEuQPc7N38_XFJCEReaCSULjrHWAmRDKKJPejazPBGLabGFVVu7kECODYJxSBKbuzVJhpuWgd0GxbhcbPCVwaXwA-UWUiB8OsK7xitb1EtbiHAgAIYf4alLuY/s1600-h/nekkid+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZi5Ed4-y5lw9Q9awzmMxEuQPc7N38_XFJCEReaCSULjrHWAmRDKKJPejazPBGLabGFVVu7kECODYJxSBKbuzVJhpuWgd0GxbhcbPCVwaXwA-UWUiB8OsK7xitb1EtbiHAgAIYf4alLuY/s400/nekkid+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361119578555842594" border="0" /></a><br />When she tired of the chairs, there was the dog's water dish to play with. With water! I had to use a bit to splash on the porch when she peed (which was also pretty cute, she just stood there and watched somewhat fascinated as the liquid came out...but I did NOT decide to catch that on camera ;) and so then she decided it must be ok to haul it around and dump the water... She's not actually dumping it on purpose I don't think, but she is splashing it all over herself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsy9bEsVlk3h5TVDRx_e-RRKsWMvF30HNlMBh17WUpfMAFpeup9lu6hzqf-PZFbbK6WliJV0ldsNOhAVzIafBqayheqsaWtIveSzkTavnweT9lUk4Tm5EkdC9jPDXAt2KQANtqi4Gagg/s1600-h/nekkid+039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsy9bEsVlk3h5TVDRx_e-RRKsWMvF30HNlMBh17WUpfMAFpeup9lu6hzqf-PZFbbK6WliJV0ldsNOhAVzIafBqayheqsaWtIveSzkTavnweT9lUk4Tm5EkdC9jPDXAt2KQANtqi4Gagg/s400/nekkid+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361119588090850674" border="0" /></a><br />Playing in the bowl afterwards, Sammy seems a little saddened by the loss of the use of his dish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J_BaInqcw3m8LxcQhkunFVRJDd60ZUlgp7OybPyCi6o6XJtFDjG97vmMdgTHTzlnNDISl7cfmZXrHQCSK_VAbViwCWJveqf8zYlqr3A7qXpHjcjffKXYSZ8D5UjCn2KEyYi1mx83byQ/s1600-h/nekkid+041-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J_BaInqcw3m8LxcQhkunFVRJDd60ZUlgp7OybPyCi6o6XJtFDjG97vmMdgTHTzlnNDISl7cfmZXrHQCSK_VAbViwCWJveqf8zYlqr3A7qXpHjcjffKXYSZ8D5UjCn2KEyYi1mx83byQ/s400/nekkid+041-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361119594704650530" border="0" /></a><br />And of course you gotta love the cute little baby buns. Not sure that you can tell from this pic, but they are quite grubby from the eternally dusty chairs she was climbing on. (I do hate my gravel road)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLG7G2-hFPINf8Ze_51cvZK4wCSZAKY3dpLnnwbYkYvyogrtkpYHjrVsUnqsjz7OpnyWM1h_oMwpXp0u1s-vCEhPp5DtnAJs8z95bXy5qdB9-3VYCxcnHpCsJl1j7mXsPbKPBhyt7RYQ/s1600-h/nekkid+056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLG7G2-hFPINf8Ze_51cvZK4wCSZAKY3dpLnnwbYkYvyogrtkpYHjrVsUnqsjz7OpnyWM1h_oMwpXp0u1s-vCEhPp5DtnAJs8z95bXy5qdB9-3VYCxcnHpCsJl1j7mXsPbKPBhyt7RYQ/s400/nekkid+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361119599851128162" border="0" /></a><br />More to come, I've got camping pics to post, and today I took some fun ones of her attempting to feed herself, let's just say it got a little messy...JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-74106398471817845242009-07-15T21:08:00.000-07:002009-07-15T21:24:21.214-07:00more pool picsLook at me, two in one day! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so I'll let you in on a little secret. Everything I've posted the last two weeks has been older pics. Not ancient by any means, but I lost my camera after we got home from mom's wedding, so I've just been catching up on some pics I had already taken and not posted. I called all the places we'd visited, searched every room in the house, and emailed all my relatives to ask if they knew where it was. I really liked that camera. Last night we finally admitted defeat and I went and bought a new camera. I'm really happy with it, it's an ultra compact (Canon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">powershot</span> SD 780 IS for anyone into that sort of thing) so I can carry it around in my pocket everywhere and never miss a cute pic of Ru again. At least that's the idea. Anyways, I like it pretty well and I'm keeping it. Despite the fact that I found the old one this morning. Yes, less than 18 hours after purchasing the new one the old one showed up. Either Brian or Ru hid it in my laptop bag, which was sitting unzipped in the corner on the living room floor.<br /><br />Anyway, this evening I set up another new toy, a patio umbrella I scored at a garage sale <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">saturday</span>, and the new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hard shell</span> kiddie pool (which, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">btw</span>, already has a hole in it. Oh well, it's a slow leak). Since we had shade, I was lazy and didn't bother with a swimsuit for Ru. And since I have a spiffy new camera, I took some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nakey</span> baby pics that turned out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">supercute</span>. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaU-lmZQH69oknaftqtCfAgD1pKs3QjYS7T20zv25FKqfltX3qVVTTFfv5X9dKcH1XXdw5svGHbI0Hf341h3DcwtSxrOlM9sIkudx4C5X4DHyZNxWZpJ_wKyexbOH4e5zH5WMhoI-YnKE/s1600-h/nekkid+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaU-lmZQH69oknaftqtCfAgD1pKs3QjYS7T20zv25FKqfltX3qVVTTFfv5X9dKcH1XXdw5svGHbI0Hf341h3DcwtSxrOlM9sIkudx4C5X4DHyZNxWZpJ_wKyexbOH4e5zH5WMhoI-YnKE/s400/nekkid+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907238625794626" border="0" /></a><br />No, the camera didn't provide the daisies, I did those myself since I don't want creepy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ppl</span> frequenting my blog. (or at least not any additional ones... ;) She has rocks in her hands, because those are her all time favorite toys. She's not picky, so it works out well whenever we are outdoors and bored.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRP6V69C3tES9Wy0hvQ42rmuKHu2V_BaAMvKtdR-SQm_DUreRPC-JXJunO034u07BD_lbCGW45RGFcWq8UDiXIbeQDfyylMCakqRBafKzh81TyTT-RnXuQZRofPcwLZEGne0yIYGl0umg/s1600-h/nekkid+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRP6V69C3tES9Wy0hvQ42rmuKHu2V_BaAMvKtdR-SQm_DUreRPC-JXJunO034u07BD_lbCGW45RGFcWq8UDiXIbeQDfyylMCakqRBafKzh81TyTT-RnXuQZRofPcwLZEGne0yIYGl0umg/s400/nekkid+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907240451309794" border="0" /></a><br />Banging the rocks together for the clacking noise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8H9nquNuE1v80_jf74TIccGWZ6HGdUWqRk4J43fhOmW5keGB7vsiYQi2ZIVfv9Te5WkhP6jLheE88BarTicScDHRNjD0FXLZtJVb4JlonG9Z2MHag22C7rAqHxZvDMlwABzFjLPf7wpI/s1600-h/nekkid+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8H9nquNuE1v80_jf74TIccGWZ6HGdUWqRk4J43fhOmW5keGB7vsiYQi2ZIVfv9Te5WkhP6jLheE88BarTicScDHRNjD0FXLZtJVb4JlonG9Z2MHag22C7rAqHxZvDMlwABzFjLPf7wpI/s400/nekkid+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907227798644642" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't this the grooviest umbrella ever!?! I totally love it! And it is in excellent shape for its age, and a score at $15. Most importantly, it works great to shade our pool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5BHRNMO-b1k2IHpek777nqJ2uH_8XjmHbYNyQGjcwkPBRiTMg2KxdK7YttkJKywIhbQjMM1DdmvBl6171pYKlH59-oJQnm9q2EPNyODadOCEPbokaXZJdZDFyuB5PGTl1vk_RqJxmlQ/s1600-h/nekkid+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5BHRNMO-b1k2IHpek777nqJ2uH_8XjmHbYNyQGjcwkPBRiTMg2KxdK7YttkJKywIhbQjMM1DdmvBl6171pYKlH59-oJQnm9q2EPNyODadOCEPbokaXZJdZDFyuB5PGTl1vk_RqJxmlQ/s400/nekkid+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907225330906578" border="0" /></a><br />She's so cute! I love all her little folds and wrinkles; it was all I could do not to attack her tummy with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">zerberts</span> the entire time we were playing. She did slip and go all the way under for the first time tonight (fear not, my obsessive picture taking didn't keep me from catching her, but she squirmed the wrong way and there wasn't anything I could do but haul her back out right away) and she handled it like a champ! She didn't even cry, just seemed a little shocked and appalled, and I told her what a good girl she was and reassured her she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span>, and she was alright to continue playing with her rocks. :)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-66239193690862391632009-07-15T15:05:00.000-07:002009-07-15T15:31:35.019-07:00Sexy Mowing MamaI'll admit, while I am not like my friends in gushing out loud, I don't mind watching a muscular young man out mowing the lawn with his shirt off. I am generally quiet and reserved about such things, but I'm human, too. Of course, some of my friends can be downright embarrassing with the whistles and staring.<br /><br />Recently our power lawn mower has gone on vacation (my mom needed it back when hers was kinda stolen), so I've taken over the lawn care with my little push-reel mower. It's been a while since I've mowed, since the power mower stirs up my allergies so much. However, now that I'm out and about, I've discovered _I_ am a sexy mower, too! and I must be REALLY hot, because both men and women stare while I'm out there doing my thing. I'm not imagining it. Cars slow down, neighbor men come out to chat with me (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">never mind</span> that the majority of my neighbors are men), it happens too often to be my imagination. I do try to be humble, but obviously I am fairly irresistible despite the fact that I am fully clothed. I'll try not to let it go to my head. I had Brian take some pics so y'all could ogle me in the privacy of your own home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3IVkqiDcqMvlSHB4HXQ-z-yJmcY4pToYPMDBi0vSMYQQB7iXwM33nUPaN273x8VQIiX_Q_xrt5rVjRd1gjXBfluORofDnWBxRqeWK5sWE-2egVmlbV7dFUTt7mFvcwmHktqB4RBmZhY/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3IVkqiDcqMvlSHB4HXQ-z-yJmcY4pToYPMDBi0vSMYQQB7iXwM33nUPaN273x8VQIiX_Q_xrt5rVjRd1gjXBfluORofDnWBxRqeWK5sWE-2egVmlbV7dFUTt7mFvcwmHktqB4RBmZhY/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358812809743253026" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, I suppose it could be that folks have never seen a woman mowing the lawn with a baby strapped to her chest, but I doubt it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YvzNp8XtrK0XUs1Y5ulHhWXBvOXnYFhdjTBVv_5Ro45vubVQrsos8D_sy2cd7Lte86WcYExqoif9K027smM7qrQIh5Idr8kyPMpC8PWm6kVv-uCXlE1bWCHw1ex06NctdDCSRGWLWCE/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YvzNp8XtrK0XUs1Y5ulHhWXBvOXnYFhdjTBVv_5Ro45vubVQrsos8D_sy2cd7Lte86WcYExqoif9K027smM7qrQIh5Idr8kyPMpC8PWm6kVv-uCXlE1bWCHw1ex06NctdDCSRGWLWCE/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358812822612638098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOvTGg5uOCO16P6qpSXD414eIJq1jmLWvDYZfY0edROk9HkoyM3YLDh-ujBvRuqf9ryy_Ga0AtgKHPACiqviidCkuQZj-qT9DcCV1YymahcdaslmavbnhIWU2Q3rmvzpyZ7tzxhyphenhyphenTXdk/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOvTGg5uOCO16P6qpSXD414eIJq1jmLWvDYZfY0edROk9HkoyM3YLDh-ujBvRuqf9ryy_Ga0AtgKHPACiqviidCkuQZj-qT9DcCV1YymahcdaslmavbnhIWU2Q3rmvzpyZ7tzxhyphenhyphenTXdk/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358812816516621010" border="0" /></a><br />Ru likes helping, and I'm all about getting her started on the chores early. Not that it saves me any effort, it actually takes a bit more with 24 lbs strapped on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Altho</span> I suspect the more effort thing will hold true for all chores for a few years...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhyphenhyphen4h9YfeMwgBuDNglTPlRyNnRfpR4eYwBSxPzPe3t_OX7obsj9O4YDI64k8XE1LNE55vOL0S4y5tv7NrYXaV7xk_XOjV2OdKiqRKEuX6auYIgiMy1do5Ry57cBDyLWUeBBjLYQVbeJI/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhyphenhyphen4h9YfeMwgBuDNglTPlRyNnRfpR4eYwBSxPzPe3t_OX7obsj9O4YDI64k8XE1LNE55vOL0S4y5tv7NrYXaV7xk_XOjV2OdKiqRKEuX6auYIgiMy1do5Ry57cBDyLWUeBBjLYQVbeJI/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358812836403495922" border="0" /></a>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-29724316153313324172009-07-12T20:49:00.000-07:002009-07-12T21:25:22.512-07:00Baby's blue dress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qqrLuWJk0I1-yiaZwdSGaneciqyE16agoX7IswApKr5wy7rGXegGX4SOVjWvbqbQ2HoMD9twQy0IV6uHWsUlAtvDwAcQ8kO4agzFEBctFqRfpCmyUJEtYUR-Wk_5EDgsj2tJthb8W30/s1600-h/005.JPG"></a>Ru's Aunt Liz in KS sent us this pretty blue dress. I kept waiting for nice weather to put her in it, and finally after a lot of cool sundays I just put a sweater with it. It's totally cute tho, and hopefully next time it gets warm again (raining as I write this) we'll wear it again! :)<br /><br />I love her expression in this pic! (even tho you can't see the dress at all)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qqrLuWJk0I1-yiaZwdSGaneciqyE16agoX7IswApKr5wy7rGXegGX4SOVjWvbqbQ2HoMD9twQy0IV6uHWsUlAtvDwAcQ8kO4agzFEBctFqRfpCmyUJEtYUR-Wk_5EDgsj2tJthb8W30/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qqrLuWJk0I1-yiaZwdSGaneciqyE16agoX7IswApKr5wy7rGXegGX4SOVjWvbqbQ2HoMD9twQy0IV6uHWsUlAtvDwAcQ8kO4agzFEBctFqRfpCmyUJEtYUR-Wk_5EDgsj2tJthb8W30/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787765880164978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Yay, happy baby! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0gdO6xj1f6uszhzAbeDXXqPrmk9rrElaPAYyLfnrkupN6N5GHKuDOC8G1ChjyLLTQFh8D86KesRktH5Epl6B1n4GxFWWeSNVe7TDXNFOGBawT90xK4-O2HqJ-P__HSGSCypJoQx-A2U/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0gdO6xj1f6uszhzAbeDXXqPrmk9rrElaPAYyLfnrkupN6N5GHKuDOC8G1ChjyLLTQFh8D86KesRktH5Epl6B1n4GxFWWeSNVe7TDXNFOGBawT90xK4-O2HqJ-P__HSGSCypJoQx-A2U/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787753897392290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5UAIp6784eywRp9Wtlc_21m_oTY1RLsND2vnO_roeDqYmx407Pa56EK85wNNydkfgO49vDnohKOa-mDUX1h25KMGcKGeHd9BTdmU7JDZNmRSaREEscy2eBpcurHHUAEQym3Wi9bXYAE/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5UAIp6784eywRp9Wtlc_21m_oTY1RLsND2vnO_roeDqYmx407Pa56EK85wNNydkfgO49vDnohKOa-mDUX1h25KMGcKGeHd9BTdmU7JDZNmRSaREEscy2eBpcurHHUAEQym3Wi9bXYAE/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787747541621906" border="0" /></a>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-86796751356823476272009-07-05T17:51:00.000-07:002009-07-05T18:26:01.825-07:00wedding picsI suppose I should actually post some wedding pics to prove I wasn't just messing around down there in Coos Bay. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGeQScqSu4-PLxkgS_VlCgjUxxIc6fu-fdQoRF-FvnIRwgt0t2lj9a1tvMAfpNb3Cb9nOGdYajKkhyphenhyphenQDrw66on9_0tP7Cf_7siaFkRzKywlvH6QQ5-id1z-xvH7VSktFZ50VTtfHxxKY/s1600-h/kays+camera+082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGeQScqSu4-PLxkgS_VlCgjUxxIc6fu-fdQoRF-FvnIRwgt0t2lj9a1tvMAfpNb3Cb9nOGdYajKkhyphenhyphenQDrw66on9_0tP7Cf_7siaFkRzKywlvH6QQ5-id1z-xvH7VSktFZ50VTtfHxxKY/s400/kays+camera+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355146791533453314" border="0" /></a>From left, Me, Brian, Ru, my nephew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CJ</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SIL</span> Nikki, older bro Chris, mom bonnie, younger bro John, John's girlfriend Misty, and Grandma Covey. (notice my daughter is again playing with a rock... ;) Misty was awesome at the wedding, mom just kinda gave us the stuff to decorate and said go to it. Misty jumped right in and decorated the arch, made an aisle, and just generally made the place look great with little or no direction from anyone. Thanks Misty!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQRsloA0UEaa9PQpSC8ZX-d1uOXXZdp5cA_t0qTVunTw1DJweAaBNJKQ1Bl9mn9IhmZikuJUBjXe3h1-WHxD4sfrfSqAG2BYLQhR3N4-vH8xIUm5KEnUOttBEpB026KLVnwLDhelLgNM/s1600-h/168.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQRsloA0UEaa9PQpSC8ZX-d1uOXXZdp5cA_t0qTVunTw1DJweAaBNJKQ1Bl9mn9IhmZikuJUBjXe3h1-WHxD4sfrfSqAG2BYLQhR3N4-vH8xIUm5KEnUOttBEpB026KLVnwLDhelLgNM/s400/168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355144216704700514" border="0" /></a>This was an attempt at the four generations pic, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">altho</span> it didn't turn out all that good. I have another one from after the wedding I'll post later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiSORGXBvyTQN0Muue5wduOk8ABDaM3rXVZvbyWkfHp3on5Fzte_DjyOQal3mdsGaPA1oK8VDfrAZYivPM13gsOl1v5W4auPjvRxksHhitqtpEEWN993H_-t38piDOLNNIgzoCVBwEkQ/s1600-h/164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiSORGXBvyTQN0Muue5wduOk8ABDaM3rXVZvbyWkfHp3on5Fzte_DjyOQal3mdsGaPA1oK8VDfrAZYivPM13gsOl1v5W4auPjvRxksHhitqtpEEWN993H_-t38piDOLNNIgzoCVBwEkQ/s400/164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355144206973697474" border="0" /></a>The lovely Bride and Groom. :) They were both quite nervous, it was pretty cute. The ceremony was VERY short, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">prolly</span> 5 minutes from the time the music started til the time they headed back down the isle as man and wife. But it's all about the party afterwards, right?? ;)<br /><br />Speaking of parties, a couple other memories from the trip I want to make sure I remember that don't have pics to accompany them (so I'll jot down here): We had a grand time one evening at the hotel playing apples to apples. John, Misty, Chris, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CJ</span> and I played in John's room. It's a hilarious game if you haven't played it. I shall always treasure the spunky <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">zucchinis</span> and friendly kilts, along with all the things Misty finds "comfortable." With all his reading problems, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">CJ</span> still did better playing without his dad, so much so that he wouldn't let dad help after and we had to deal Chris in his own hand.<br /><br />Ru also enjoyed Mom's giant dog daisy, who we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">accidentally</span> fed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pine cones</span>. (we were trying to play fetch. who would have thunk she would just eat them?? no harm done I guess...) Brian tried to catch mom's kitchen on fire while cooking hamburgers (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span>, not really, but we did have some serious flames on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">jenn</span> air grill for a few seconds!) and john actually ate the mayo! The cranberry factory was fun, John ate the bright orange cheddar cheese fudge, too. It was like a buffet line of candy samples, dangerous!<br /><br />That's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">prolly</span> enough randomness to keep me from forgetting those good parts. All in all it was a great experience, primarily for the family time spent with Chris, John, and our families. (Marv was a bit "under the weather," so we didn't spend as much time with him and mom as we would have liked, but we had fun with them, too!)JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180968283974515099.post-29267830331426762692009-07-01T22:15:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:07:49.597-07:00drinking fountain video<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='673' height='559' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrenKxq8RJjl5rF9PC5b4WLhTnAX6ScFO1dJDuRyA9DskRnJx2zMvzjgZ6d9uWYjwzQCtPsBP1iTZ37tKqrw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>JenOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03067426825111464806noreply@blogger.com0