tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28645998006165175202024-03-05T03:09:22.906-08:00Welcome to the JungleOur little Monkey Anderson James Homburg made his way into the world on 06.11.09 and our lives will never be the same. This blog will chronicle our adventures for friends and relatives near and far!Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-87928868615196906712010-12-17T19:03:00.000-08:002010-12-17T19:09:07.429-08:0012.17.10: Who is this Santa guy anyway?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKPLasb4J2yc4l05G4EA9nQZKfahQBo4CWsUIO5f9gdyDg1HJEHMuiGSKZN0TYgwnDEWNbXH7lCItpfAE_hkf-4XTWjdk9wTWpMb1kXBc6deB7agtN17l_LSAvU7GsCs4Ek2uZ13lauRm/s1600/santa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKPLasb4J2yc4l05G4EA9nQZKfahQBo4CWsUIO5f9gdyDg1HJEHMuiGSKZN0TYgwnDEWNbXH7lCItpfAE_hkf-4XTWjdk9wTWpMb1kXBc6deB7agtN17l_LSAvU7GsCs4Ek2uZ13lauRm/s400/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551852877549832930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey guys, A.J. here!<br />Today, Mama and Daddy took me to see "Santa."<br />They made a pretty big deal out of it and got me all dressed up.<br />Apparently Santa didn't get the dress up memo. It looks to me like he's in his jammies!<br />To be honest, I'm not too impressed with this guy, but I hear he brings presents so maybe I should keep my opinion to myself...<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-27876854115760863782010-12-12T17:54:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:14:22.997-08:0012.12.10: It Snows in WisconsinHi guys! A.J. here!<br /><br />If you've seen the news at all this weekend you probably know that we've had a little bit of snow this weekend. Mama has taken to calling it "Snowmageddon!" because of all of the talk about it on tv. Well, I am here to tell you we have a whole bunch of snow here, and it is very, very cold.<br /><br />I know this isn't my first winter, but last year at this time I was too little to spend time out in the cold, so I missed out on the white stuff. This year, I am prepared with new snow pants, boots, and all the other necessary things to keep me warm so Mama and Daddy decided to take me out to see the snow for myself this morning.<br /><br />Here's a look at my first taste of snow...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOtD5aIdcYu4TtzbZSC91tZF7OgO4OkFv7AHfKgOsY1ocATSsDfTwC7VC0_4hLYyd1kfBwTQDnoesPXNpA4Aqk-VlGg55zaF3mIpmTsP4If2zY39wMB6gUER_T5QyYWC4V79Y4ttbbzzG/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58969.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOtD5aIdcYu4TtzbZSC91tZF7OgO4OkFv7AHfKgOsY1ocATSsDfTwC7VC0_4hLYyd1kfBwTQDnoesPXNpA4Aqk-VlGg55zaF3mIpmTsP4If2zY39wMB6gUER_T5QyYWC4V79Y4ttbbzzG/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549981941227133874" border="0" /></a>First, I got to open my first Christmas present of the year from my Anderson Grandparents. They sent me some snow pants, which I definitely needed for my snow adventure!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhocHgsO-eaG1qt_VRWiySrh7TRmZ76FALLHxtgTuGREo9NbvusdwXtn4Lh1vD1xdrTJFyvueDwWdw0L5hcbOV9JSaIOfGpMXfVTrZjpU_hCyPecQnYbkKHqIcKsbbCL6yRcx2eo43MRvC/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58974.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhocHgsO-eaG1qt_VRWiySrh7TRmZ76FALLHxtgTuGREo9NbvusdwXtn4Lh1vD1xdrTJFyvueDwWdw0L5hcbOV9JSaIOfGpMXfVTrZjpU_hCyPecQnYbkKHqIcKsbbCL6yRcx2eo43MRvC/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549982372047295602" border="0" /></a>I don't have a whole lot of experience with opening presents, so at first I thought it would be fun to climb up on the box instead of opening it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2QoMtXzEC1I6HCsGeKznmTLEM3OGUF-5LuvroT1couyN9NXfrInM59vCDPEZfy8T9s0MSMUZkF2hGh3fH7orZF2UMjXlw8Jd0aL3r6ayMHSn7ZA3ggxhRjL0M2w4JaP8qBLHC2Uvcb31/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2QoMtXzEC1I6HCsGeKznmTLEM3OGUF-5LuvroT1couyN9NXfrInM59vCDPEZfy8T9s0MSMUZkF2hGh3fH7orZF2UMjXlw8Jd0aL3r6ayMHSn7ZA3ggxhRjL0M2w4JaP8qBLHC2Uvcb31/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549982671536492546" border="0" /></a>As you can see, getting me ready for the great outdoors took several layers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEA8JFvtQYFT1p0oRipqs-Dx3YRLM5-08N_wrt7eQpXAvSRKNfpWnxqjfujIngyn4dB75C_S-BEp4OAylFVOkTJ-nzmI2hq6VNiXJBr7KEalw8tY3zVkYwQlR71VowG_DfwqHTXybiFru/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58984.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEA8JFvtQYFT1p0oRipqs-Dx3YRLM5-08N_wrt7eQpXAvSRKNfpWnxqjfujIngyn4dB75C_S-BEp4OAylFVOkTJ-nzmI2hq6VNiXJBr7KEalw8tY3zVkYwQlR71VowG_DfwqHTXybiFru/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983048197117506" border="0" /></a>Let me tell you, walking outside in the snow is NOT easy! That stuff is slippery and the boots and extra layers made me a little wobbly!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBk5Wn1W6K4q7BM-2X8l7N-Nzq0a24CNk_RAe7AigBk6nNsSFhLQH-yaUgnhI0YEEDBHCeTaXsD9pXA49gR8OKqUapEINGMTXlllNUrNJaLmm9B9csfFxLXBwM5A9nRO_sUVmcAfT5Tr6k/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58988.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBk5Wn1W6K4q7BM-2X8l7N-Nzq0a24CNk_RAe7AigBk6nNsSFhLQH-yaUgnhI0YEEDBHCeTaXsD9pXA49gR8OKqUapEINGMTXlllNUrNJaLmm9B9csfFxLXBwM5A9nRO_sUVmcAfT5Tr6k/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983398080687474" border="0" /></a>Thankfully my daddy was close by to help me get up when I fell down.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRhWq2Ms085-f_EOtnRCxQMe86R71Em_2AtNxGfv0jFAr5AIQXSMR_uyDcVTmg7ut3q4MuHsj6JuMDXpN9U6RMLdpLq3868qxwrWthN9IS-NcN0gJSmzANAkHgMu-Cr2hccY1cfPVbAKw/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58991.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRhWq2Ms085-f_EOtnRCxQMe86R71Em_2AtNxGfv0jFAr5AIQXSMR_uyDcVTmg7ut3q4MuHsj6JuMDXpN9U6RMLdpLq3868qxwrWthN9IS-NcN0gJSmzANAkHgMu-Cr2hccY1cfPVbAKw/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983621475893874" border="0" /></a>After just a few minutes outside, Mama and Daddy decided 30 mph winds and wind chills below zero were just a little too cold for a dude my size, so we headed back inside.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQtNi3vps3fT8_1nGqxQAsRI40Q2IC6pmTUlIBkr-HaXlwXiMb2jcfFqioy1EusGTklhsskflOnsozsoc3sKUOwTnbKrvahlOPvjNmo1f3Oi9REF57DOOCWW_VkIkWpTVsr8il1wtLcCa/s1600/20101212-5DmkII-58995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQtNi3vps3fT8_1nGqxQAsRI40Q2IC6pmTUlIBkr-HaXlwXiMb2jcfFqioy1EusGTklhsskflOnsozsoc3sKUOwTnbKrvahlOPvjNmo1f3Oi9REF57DOOCWW_VkIkWpTVsr8il1wtLcCa/s320/20101212-5DmkII-58995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983929607459682" border="0" /></a>And while the big people were putting away all the snow gear, I took advantage of the alone time to climb up to the kitchen table and eat some leftover bacon from breakfast. All that snow time makes a boy hungry!<br /><br />I hope I can play in the snow again soon!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-15031146686607772462010-11-01T19:03:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:16:49.082-07:00In honor of Halloween...The blog returns from the dead!<br /><br />Here are some pictures from our Halloween celebration. We started off the day with carving the pumpkins we picked out at Cuff's Farm earlier this month:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7sDgEZ_Ow4IJmA6Pillaz8BI3s1DXVyLFofX11-lwrNkwYn5he4ILMG2SOVaqOSJpGOOxqx8eYcjnKUJCQI-Fj3gp9FK3u9aoDTbgHnPyWkmRtw7dCByQmJ-LtJU69WwsQec-y8nWv3D/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58291.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7sDgEZ_Ow4IJmA6Pillaz8BI3s1DXVyLFofX11-lwrNkwYn5he4ILMG2SOVaqOSJpGOOxqx8eYcjnKUJCQI-Fj3gp9FK3u9aoDTbgHnPyWkmRtw7dCByQmJ-LtJU69WwsQec-y8nWv3D/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534768005538925730" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS2AAAzIbik4xV3oQjtNYYfMCAcEmtPoloLLWklfEy7OzyqOAuyzhn_R3BaMUFvQWpe6PqoBfzp0ZIHiJZQWgOV37W3eQk2Haxvslm2kEOQjYerwNMzbm9aE2zXorFWFfQkqPRs6RyaP4/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS2AAAzIbik4xV3oQjtNYYfMCAcEmtPoloLLWklfEy7OzyqOAuyzhn_R3BaMUFvQWpe6PqoBfzp0ZIHiJZQWgOV37W3eQk2Haxvslm2kEOQjYerwNMzbm9aE2zXorFWFfQkqPRs6RyaP4/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534768206229861474" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGuwAuBzKcEu2B1jfDTXXxirR8dKsr0y5BwA3LTlg1zRfj2Xy10bxuO71VaiEKwGXRTe2ShROyv4byrjBVS74ZRPL_hMi1-vzZxogoKCS-pGgsU16PMeEIoWS-7jIovcT3nmffXmu76Bo/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58306.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGuwAuBzKcEu2B1jfDTXXxirR8dKsr0y5BwA3LTlg1zRfj2Xy10bxuO71VaiEKwGXRTe2ShROyv4byrjBVS74ZRPL_hMi1-vzZxogoKCS-pGgsU16PMeEIoWS-7jIovcT3nmffXmu76Bo/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534768348293177618" border="0" /></a><br />Then, it was time to put the pumpkins on the porch and take A.J. for his debut as Hamburger Homburg:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL69pBX04g8IxlHBaeubOnegpxlndLyVUWjzSwFAl0JYcVw7JqznZUOxVGXUf-4Qx4ZxoIogOBaMuZuwPbkigg91nc5FKIN4yhhkovjBNLxDPQpdFAHetcfI_nDw9b0YhW8B-KqHiib_X/s1600/ajhamburger1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL69pBX04g8IxlHBaeubOnegpxlndLyVUWjzSwFAl0JYcVw7JqznZUOxVGXUf-4Qx4ZxoIogOBaMuZuwPbkigg91nc5FKIN4yhhkovjBNLxDPQpdFAHetcfI_nDw9b0YhW8B-KqHiib_X/s400/ajhamburger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534768866943209666" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sRzKeaf22vtll1aQ_FdU4tl1vDBC97S4Bc03aFQMMvwKDjEtUeIxORq3Tew6fe-rQ5_9qC-1Wff8hjytuE0xZ4vLZog59VioSN8O6-iWYr-PuSsKmhR5sV07LGq-HbcSDM7l1_9bIyYY/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sRzKeaf22vtll1aQ_FdU4tl1vDBC97S4Bc03aFQMMvwKDjEtUeIxORq3Tew6fe-rQ5_9qC-1Wff8hjytuE0xZ4vLZog59VioSN8O6-iWYr-PuSsKmhR5sV07LGq-HbcSDM7l1_9bIyYY/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769243667661298" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVR-dboiQG5dvT_93sjdC_4_Joc4Mxfa-7O1t4NYgGASeYDrto3TmvOINYZOelOObGesVo5bhkV3Js2wCKpnjSoeE082dmeraokcpI3wXIow3NaxMZGa7oTN46vahBO2tU5meEACMokdt/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58315.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVR-dboiQG5dvT_93sjdC_4_Joc4Mxfa-7O1t4NYgGASeYDrto3TmvOINYZOelOObGesVo5bhkV3Js2wCKpnjSoeE082dmeraokcpI3wXIow3NaxMZGa7oTN46vahBO2tU5meEACMokdt/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769448870524498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbaOGq2UhbVAwDSyHuwIbCHic27WIfSYuvmVQXdtj61P67Rnz_g1L23-9NZ_Q2MyuGNVKOOyZriI1N23qO01Y-IKVyVdfhZgwju5dbdG8FLl_6Pm2qNk7CdQaQj1m-PvJwMFIRneV-UT9/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58317.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbaOGq2UhbVAwDSyHuwIbCHic27WIfSYuvmVQXdtj61P67Rnz_g1L23-9NZ_Q2MyuGNVKOOyZriI1N23qO01Y-IKVyVdfhZgwju5dbdG8FLl_6Pm2qNk7CdQaQj1m-PvJwMFIRneV-UT9/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769638083702626" border="0" /></a><br />(with his buddy Batman)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Overall, AJ wasn't quite sure what to think about trick or treating. He didn't feel like carrying his pumpkin bucket, he wanted to run across the front lawn instead of walking to the door, and once he did make it to the front door he was more interested in letting himself into the house than getting any candy. We'll have to practice for next year...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcFKMTa6to5DTMSZfe0bIMrbM8-niNTepp5eRMG1sHnxLSJbCUgMgi3WuYzAZJk_ciEj-uMdSvyTnTMCWId2M7MgIF5icNeQNdfhk710xgLIVrfMxQW8DISXSOb0PXDCsvZiJorr-79Hp/s1600/20101031-5DmkII-58341.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcFKMTa6to5DTMSZfe0bIMrbM8-niNTepp5eRMG1sHnxLSJbCUgMgi3WuYzAZJk_ciEj-uMdSvyTnTMCWId2M7MgIF5icNeQNdfhk710xgLIVrfMxQW8DISXSOb0PXDCsvZiJorr-79Hp/s400/20101031-5DmkII-58341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534770016815066770" border="0" /></a>In the meantime, Happy Halloweenie from The Homburgs!<br /><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-48701671103632149562010-05-26T09:04:00.000-07:002010-05-26T09:05:24.048-07:0005.25.10: Walking A.J.It's official. Our little monkey man is on the move!<br /><br />He's kind of sneaky about it though. Walking around like nobody's business until I whip out the camera phone.<br />Here's a few steps I managed to catch yesterday while A.J. was helping me put away laundry!<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/yZ3vRglu0sk/hqdefault.jpg);" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZ3vRglu0sk&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZ3vRglu0sk&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-9283696279831145062010-05-09T18:31:00.001-07:002010-05-09T18:44:07.199-07:0005.09.10: Celebrating Being Your Mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqMvYVhH8HuLNi84yM_MIxnzNzSSGJWadZxeUEij5q7xHHk7NpsV3upUt6kM_bngTG9Eb8zEX5c3toO0f4U3QYVcviaTUoYMO8a1f2KtZiS85y0T_tmFplBmm9W6OSftvtL9Vg4AWSFsA/s1600/20100509-5DmkII-52820.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqMvYVhH8HuLNi84yM_MIxnzNzSSGJWadZxeUEij5q7xHHk7NpsV3upUt6kM_bngTG9Eb8zEX5c3toO0f4U3QYVcviaTUoYMO8a1f2KtZiS85y0T_tmFplBmm9W6OSftvtL9Vg4AWSFsA/s400/20100509-5DmkII-52820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469448107484801346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My dear sweet baby A.J.,<br /><br />Today we celebrated my first Mother's Day together and I couldn't be happier.<br />Thank you for the flowers, and the cards, and the coffee, and the dishwasher.<br />Thank you for the two good naps you took today.<br />Thank you for the smiles and cuddles before bed tonight.<br /><br />But most of all, thank you for making me a mama.<br />Thank you for making my dreams come true.<br />Thank you for teaching me so much about myself.<br />Thank you for showing me how much I can so on such little sleep.<br />Thank you for helping me take life a little less seriously.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJ4NuhUTSghL8T8yehnp3eu3Pe5VTiZRRikWMESrjPZAbme4f_uBJjnLEuv9WRRCNuMNyO5pgrgBkxiodKDYG9P1TS4jXkYHae0gx-zBEssVn25FaK1gmOa_NOnLFiloMz5gk3fVrj-g6/s1600/20100509-5DmkII-52838.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJ4NuhUTSghL8T8yehnp3eu3Pe5VTiZRRikWMESrjPZAbme4f_uBJjnLEuv9WRRCNuMNyO5pgrgBkxiodKDYG9P1TS4jXkYHae0gx-zBEssVn25FaK1gmOa_NOnLFiloMz5gk3fVrj-g6/s400/20100509-5DmkII-52838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450616967585122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirF5FogGbE8ln-DWag7xP5yjHj9aq5stq83jDj38Y4ztYJfUnVXh3beBTIgZjsbepLoOI2y92rlEdrxXdl2QNYaBqlaSq8SAhkyKLPIgs2nHCvo5Mt3OTjQht5aY51nm-WbcvAaI_lOrsr/s1600/20100509-5DmkII-52867.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirF5FogGbE8ln-DWag7xP5yjHj9aq5stq83jDj38Y4ztYJfUnVXh3beBTIgZjsbepLoOI2y92rlEdrxXdl2QNYaBqlaSq8SAhkyKLPIgs2nHCvo5Mt3OTjQht5aY51nm-WbcvAaI_lOrsr/s400/20100509-5DmkII-52867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450861182085842" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU17NSEcnP_pHvz2wJmB2VnAA0j-krl9RSisEN8ZKkjfcdHfbROWok80m583H5B2bJA0LoaVKsiwodzHYvTNJrwD6_a7ldcIin4wKfS0OrkXBagDc2uZm6UZdGzLKMPoLzNfE_HLP1Y3h/s1600/20100509-5DmkII-52886.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU17NSEcnP_pHvz2wJmB2VnAA0j-krl9RSisEN8ZKkjfcdHfbROWok80m583H5B2bJA0LoaVKsiwodzHYvTNJrwD6_a7ldcIin4wKfS0OrkXBagDc2uZm6UZdGzLKMPoLzNfE_HLP1Y3h/s400/20100509-5DmkII-52886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469450974650712786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I love you sweet boy!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-73372017987260008932010-05-02T18:05:00.000-07:002010-05-02T18:05:38.404-07:00Sorry this blog has been quiet....It's because I've been keeping the grown ups pretty busy with all of my new tricks.<br />Check me out!<br /><object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/T_WynQMsmzU/hqdefault.jpg);" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_WynQMsmzU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_WynQMsmzU&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-77646011120324859202010-03-29T13:35:00.001-07:002010-03-29T13:52:48.589-07:003.29.10: People We Love: Mirielle Mabel!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCHgPa8t1jPskOlVQgc-1PShS2NyuSsN06mnPMg_vIa8XQmU4q9UwheIvHIQQ3P95IsT2MCt0Y9clyKgy2RCQ58nEkN-z5mCdbvzZsgHs6BnUZfP2YPiWkKNKgSfIC5c3LdZCDu12KbOT/s1600/20100329-5DmkII-49929.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCHgPa8t1jPskOlVQgc-1PShS2NyuSsN06mnPMg_vIa8XQmU4q9UwheIvHIQQ3P95IsT2MCt0Y9clyKgy2RCQ58nEkN-z5mCdbvzZsgHs6BnUZfP2YPiWkKNKgSfIC5c3LdZCDu12KbOT/s400/20100329-5DmkII-49929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454157243681382770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi, guys! A.J. here! I know I've been quiet for the past few weeks, and I have a lot to catch you up on. But all of that has to wait for a little while because today I am here with a very special message for my girlfriend Miri! Today is her first birthday!!! Yes, that makes her an older woman! But really, we were supposed to be closer in age. It's just that Miri came a little earlier than anyone expected.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyPtdDZnSQrb7-ABzCn5IrbyMNQWzCoXVsURDbQoovNFIm1j27uf3RswgnTMV37NHqnpQqk_pPRK5S3MWG2YRB0UkPEiZPXfPfjVrhJVNq1hYY1n8wRayDs5pOCqQgOMRZb6x16IqPreF/s1600/20090314-REBEL-28347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyPtdDZnSQrb7-ABzCn5IrbyMNQWzCoXVsURDbQoovNFIm1j27uf3RswgnTMV37NHqnpQqk_pPRK5S3MWG2YRB0UkPEiZPXfPfjVrhJVNq1hYY1n8wRayDs5pOCqQgOMRZb6x16IqPreF/s400/20090314-REBEL-28347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454157970567423330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my first picture with Miri. Auntie Barb took it at the baby shower for Miri's mama. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">We planned to take another one at the baby shower for my mama, but like I said, Miri had other plans and decided to be born a few weeks early. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2VVh3opO5osJX2NXT8IoGFhhqH2t026I0QQX1NlmL6QTiNpZ8C94h8OsD7d_ZLJ0PDviN5EhgNEJGcEUzfCtCykpbZX5qGGoMpko3Ank9FqM4AqPptLqSupFPT9P3R6Vi8bqLjuaTlq/s1600/mirijuly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2VVh3opO5osJX2NXT8IoGFhhqH2t026I0QQX1NlmL6QTiNpZ8C94h8OsD7d_ZLJ0PDviN5EhgNEJGcEUzfCtCykpbZX5qGGoMpko3Ank9FqM4AqPptLqSupFPT9P3R6Vi8bqLjuaTlq/s400/mirijuly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454159654303638962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Here is a picture from our first big meeting. As you can see, I came on a little strong.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Uq034rRQePKPhGYnvKkOQh0fF8Bpf-eYYPujCZKoPGSEHpWgZa1sE-9_MsPOEfJ9LiYic_-ngCpU-WFhzW6oz2CKA4-UB4LQYcMMPe-0jSLJB9mrul27LsyHY9eo-no2FzgtcRgU3Mff/s1600/miri2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Uq034rRQePKPhGYnvKkOQh0fF8Bpf-eYYPujCZKoPGSEHpWgZa1sE-9_MsPOEfJ9LiYic_-ngCpU-WFhzW6oz2CKA4-UB4LQYcMMPe-0jSLJB9mrul27LsyHY9eo-no2FzgtcRgU3Mff/s400/miri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454159976752030226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">But I must have done something right, because Miri is quite clearly checking me out just a few minutes later!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNTPKhMZiO-zhARWVDbZWCy4dA5PWvTWGkiBpsKAcIVmzqjah-SX314ZoRVEV-YFTyxMo88Ij2vrLVBuPPH8sww-zUao0eGxZz2fyOx8K5RTt-We7ncXjbLh6DdGYYqGDFX_gIOpjDfLo/s1600/miri3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNTPKhMZiO-zhARWVDbZWCy4dA5PWvTWGkiBpsKAcIVmzqjah-SX314ZoRVEV-YFTyxMo88Ij2vrLVBuPPH8sww-zUao0eGxZz2fyOx8K5RTt-We7ncXjbLh6DdGYYqGDFX_gIOpjDfLo/s400/miri3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454160240141431106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And by the time we saw each other again in December, I knew to play it cool! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_81PGjweA_8aJ22Ubu5DYjD1lvz__sxsghaDiR-y4Kn73ROiqBc4XY5T7YtgZLUYHPZaa4rGIQaa6yQGXtUNF44yb8sytCqqVmJVZBT9BD_0nlzYfPX-53EINEUWB3Ho8SQ2j8Z4i1lJ/s1600/20100329-5DmkII-49921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_81PGjweA_8aJ22Ubu5DYjD1lvz__sxsghaDiR-y4Kn73ROiqBc4XY5T7YtgZLUYHPZaa4rGIQaa6yQGXtUNF44yb8sytCqqVmJVZBT9BD_0nlzYfPX-53EINEUWB3Ho8SQ2j8Z4i1lJ/s400/20100329-5DmkII-49921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454161223820903138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I was in Colorado this weekend when Miri had her birthday party, but Auntie Barb brought me back a goodie bag and a party hat so I could celebrate!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, Happy Birthday Miri! I can't wait until we get to visit again soon!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-16068201358467766762010-02-16T05:19:00.000-08:002010-02-16T05:31:08.642-08:002.16.10: People We Love: Grandma Joan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV9iyqh0dlIN_eoRU5koep6s6W6YSjszJtIfsfMT9xsUx2JyIa7rJQsYzn6gKD_206GfEkp-mdKQcVXr0N-n_FfDdYKpoPwfGnTOS-IbgAZZgasD5bd8WOUvPxHS3R4VZ7BFfJYsSC9NF/s1600-h/20091116-REBEL-46661.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUV9iyqh0dlIN_eoRU5koep6s6W6YSjszJtIfsfMT9xsUx2JyIa7rJQsYzn6gKD_206GfEkp-mdKQcVXr0N-n_FfDdYKpoPwfGnTOS-IbgAZZgasD5bd8WOUvPxHS3R4VZ7BFfJYsSC9NF/s400/20091116-REBEL-46661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438832454554273570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />Did you know that today is a very special day?<br />It's my Grandma Joan's birthday!!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9qCbNYlNpqEnLv77SmxqVIZb_wZ3NRA7ZbbJ_MekaPFaL_URnVc1GAhuF17cAwbasYCOEgJe_5rErI8CbigcUvFyE-aajmcTVbuiMcZ36QtDXqKa4k7AfrAMjnJpeQW19mRHWlo5mglO/s1600-h/20091116-REBEL-46658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9qCbNYlNpqEnLv77SmxqVIZb_wZ3NRA7ZbbJ_MekaPFaL_URnVc1GAhuF17cAwbasYCOEgJe_5rErI8CbigcUvFyE-aajmcTVbuiMcZ36QtDXqKa4k7AfrAMjnJpeQW19mRHWlo5mglO/s400/20091116-REBEL-46658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438831175700006770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama took these pictures of us when Grandma Joan came to visit back in November.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can you believe I haven't seen her since then?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Good news though....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8Vm4nX56JyR0qfpzu81QJkIgu1_Lk1fxtkRnsQl3dtQ3kylYCCmx5GxXjcvCfYqB_rO83xLRhCtu55-tfeTqqYtoAtJRvvbG22ZSDY46qOEyTMo7A6FVxWGdBpKZg4kTg5LKatL5wdNS/s1600-h/20091118-REBEL-46672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8Vm4nX56JyR0qfpzu81QJkIgu1_Lk1fxtkRnsQl3dtQ3kylYCCmx5GxXjcvCfYqB_rO83xLRhCtu55-tfeTqqYtoAtJRvvbG22ZSDY46qOEyTMo7A6FVxWGdBpKZg4kTg5LKatL5wdNS/s400/20091118-REBEL-46672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438832957568548018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to see her again NEXT WEEK!!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can't wait to see you Grandma Joan!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Birthday!!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-87930109322235179742010-02-11T12:29:00.001-08:002010-02-11T13:47:00.199-08:002.11.10: At Eight Months Old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInE5-0iuJIpx1-mHqdFAMs6K6ujjqBHD6zEJo9biTS-qVLcP9-8Ges1QE1W1vRcoln7j0qq2set-6-t4dwCzDJOf3gi_Y0AM2xtCEvmAm6zQW4R71lRrsU4jrppK6HRhOF75W_9C2fC70/s1600-h/20100211-5DmkII-48719.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInE5-0iuJIpx1-mHqdFAMs6K6ujjqBHD6zEJo9biTS-qVLcP9-8Ges1QE1W1vRcoln7j0qq2set-6-t4dwCzDJOf3gi_Y0AM2xtCEvmAm6zQW4R71lRrsU4jrppK6HRhOF75W_9C2fC70/s400/20100211-5DmkII-48719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437085877720058994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My dear sweet baby A.J.,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eight months old! How is that even possible? You were born on a Thursday, just like today, and ever since each Thursday has felt just a little different. You are napping right now, and 8 months ago today I was trying to nap too, but you had other ideas. I decided to get my epidural at about this time then I was able to rest for a while until you were ready to come into the world. Eight months later and not much has changed. I still only get to sleep when you decide it's okay. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have to be honest and tell you the last month of your life has not been my favorite. You've given us a couple of big scares and two Emergency Room trips in two weeks. That's two too many if you ask me! We know now that you have allergies and we're going to have to watch what you eat very carefully. I'd be happy to let you eat nothing but bananas until you're 18 if it means no more allergic reactions! You also had your first stomach bug and lost a bit of weight in the process. You are all recovered now, but because of the bug you're starting this month at 16lbs. (1 oz *less* than your weight at 7 months).</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAKOiGPa1rusJznQdAzd-N4gVkt1W-qKBK9_M3CUy0IAjaq82DMrp1MJICw64irBzvwmYYqkmlqAXyHb2L8BVOIAM_VQCScOb5gZmgt1itvXrC8r7xmVx9J7lDlKb-OisxA7GqLRuMCVC/s1600-h/20100211-5DmkII-48697.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAKOiGPa1rusJznQdAzd-N4gVkt1W-qKBK9_M3CUy0IAjaq82DMrp1MJICw64irBzvwmYYqkmlqAXyHb2L8BVOIAM_VQCScOb5gZmgt1itvXrC8r7xmVx9J7lDlKb-OisxA7GqLRuMCVC/s400/20100211-5DmkII-48697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437088144659860450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">But, there have been some pretty fun moments in the past month. You have learned how to master the army crawl. Now that you are officially on the move, nothing is safe. You like to make a beeline for the things you are not supposed to have the second we put you on the floor. You are especially drawn to the laptop charger, the lamp cord, and the grown up books on the bottom shelf of the book case (because the pages wrinkle on those books but not on your board books). We spend most of our day hanging out on the floor together. You crawl towards something you shouldn't have and I try to crawl faster to head you off and redirect your attention. You'd think with all of that activity you would want to take some really good naps, but not so much. More often than not you'd rather practice your crawling in the crib rather than resting.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJiXrq9S42h9cl1qt03i47r0c-g2tpGPweUroRNVZHNiqoSiEeU9Syr_-NA3939rsasTBQPUT6B3HgFV_dnAXxe-LwEYxsxh7J3NSPSfi_Ml3jV_UMzRkaE14gU0JZsnONL9kxcoMr1_4/s1600-h/20100211-5DmkII-48694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJiXrq9S42h9cl1qt03i47r0c-g2tpGPweUroRNVZHNiqoSiEeU9Syr_-NA3939rsasTBQPUT6B3HgFV_dnAXxe-LwEYxsxh7J3NSPSfi_Ml3jV_UMzRkaE14gU0JZsnONL9kxcoMr1_4/s400/20100211-5DmkII-48694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437091269606338946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You are now up to SIX teeth, as all four top teeth you've been working on came in over the last month. We've never really had to tell you NO before, but I think you are quickly learning what that word means since biting seems to be a fun new thing for you to do. You certainly don't like hearing that NO word and show us with big temper tantrums. Sometimes it is hard for me not to laugh because you are especially cute when you're mad!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You are still my goofy, happy, smiley little boy. People comment about it all the time and I love it. You laugh at the funniest things, like when we say "Chicken" or "Ouch" and you really like to laugh during Mama's weight watchers meeting. All the ladies there love you, even when you interrupt the meeting with your goofiness. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDBNaGMG5Isln3s7TL_5t22mFTkusDm97Z19XfDcct8VzVSUL4laBfh3TbzQGYnoMpyq9IX3GOR0XRJ_dHT-4yWggtpHd9Gle_KIqMiU20coOD40FzwEj3w9MXCPqS91VfLbngA4Bm0DS/s1600-h/20100211-5DmkII-48700.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDBNaGMG5Isln3s7TL_5t22mFTkusDm97Z19XfDcct8VzVSUL4laBfh3TbzQGYnoMpyq9IX3GOR0XRJ_dHT-4yWggtpHd9Gle_KIqMiU20coOD40FzwEj3w9MXCPqS91VfLbngA4Bm0DS/s400/20100211-5DmkII-48700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437093416820738466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thanks for making these past 8 months such an adventure sweet boy.<br />Mama loves you!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-42495231704126148052010-02-10T16:01:00.001-08:002010-02-10T16:07:30.685-08:002.10.10: Who needs a License?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkXDR89dXfHC_nA7qwlKQSUk_udO4sDSV9K5MirOH2CG6WmGhPOx9ztbm-sOBiz-1TgW-s6OrNs3rye6YEvreZ1Zh1McKB_CYnh2JhXJH6tWDgWGZFuxxqa0yKblDQyPW0KLDv4wOYOk0/s1600-h/20100210-5DmkII-48652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkXDR89dXfHC_nA7qwlKQSUk_udO4sDSV9K5MirOH2CG6WmGhPOx9ztbm-sOBiz-1TgW-s6OrNs3rye6YEvreZ1Zh1McKB_CYnh2JhXJH6tWDgWGZFuxxqa0yKblDQyPW0KLDv4wOYOk0/s400/20100210-5DmkII-48652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436769398890143202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />As you can see, I've been quite busy, working on my driving skills.<br />(It takes a lot of concentration, since sitting up is a pretty new skill for me)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbDS9KfIG5n-ep-sDE1R6e4mFjo5Hxxl_IKZOnHno8Y6mWY7glvRBjqSqbG6vQ6wcpkT3FVaKpZIpLuHs9rrc0m0ejZQLiCmX0XiYxY4TUoZOXbcpf_BKTw1sotBdSIqjv62c6mIgu-Mu/s1600-h/20100210-5DmkII-48656.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbDS9KfIG5n-ep-sDE1R6e4mFjo5Hxxl_IKZOnHno8Y6mWY7glvRBjqSqbG6vQ6wcpkT3FVaKpZIpLuHs9rrc0m0ejZQLiCmX0XiYxY4TUoZOXbcpf_BKTw1sotBdSIqjv62c6mIgu-Mu/s400/20100210-5DmkII-48656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436769715028455282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shifting gears. (As you can see, I brought Moose along for the ride!)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL0yjI5-CJzx9asY5b_SVjSozCPbT4sjUeXanXAPpkWxyv5QGUK9D-N1GONWDsel6QeiZeLhVgNEhfSJ0GacJe2sxVXgamBZa_Ua-R9D5FhQjM80NQfpJAzqKdtAI2BOJM5AuEj4ODPfh/s1600-h/20100210-5DmkII-48663.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL0yjI5-CJzx9asY5b_SVjSozCPbT4sjUeXanXAPpkWxyv5QGUK9D-N1GONWDsel6QeiZeLhVgNEhfSJ0GacJe2sxVXgamBZa_Ua-R9D5FhQjM80NQfpJAzqKdtAI2BOJM5AuEj4ODPfh/s400/20100210-5DmkII-48663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436770091576483586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Here I am making a left turn.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYMgdi-tuPYmpYKjSnRkeG8rro56pYthyphenhyphen_5j_AGgAQipN-oWLF4EL87UgcNk4thB1MsztIOSUgiwBpLa3qTne9S6bp2AkWN8jhLOAwf4sk0OkqU8HskYgJsh6Fix91FUs8zLM_eehNVzt/s1600-h/20100210-5DmkII-48666.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYMgdi-tuPYmpYKjSnRkeG8rro56pYthyphenhyphen_5j_AGgAQipN-oWLF4EL87UgcNk4thB1MsztIOSUgiwBpLa3qTne9S6bp2AkWN8jhLOAwf4sk0OkqU8HskYgJsh6Fix91FUs8zLM_eehNVzt/s400/20100210-5DmkII-48666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436770344069671730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">What's that Mama?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AG9j2XrgJ67uHxEe49DJ7nz6RgrGSaW9jJ2quYhm_LABsytY1lF_bhKN7sgUQYRjE2C2UB0455eJOs7dCNFEXNAv-qTce2mRdXz9M7uXBALTDyozsZlYaDwaBuW7ahVADEmaN7UEIffO/s1600-h/20100210-5DmkII-48657.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AG9j2XrgJ67uHxEe49DJ7nz6RgrGSaW9jJ2quYhm_LABsytY1lF_bhKN7sgUQYRjE2C2UB0455eJOs7dCNFEXNAv-qTce2mRdXz9M7uXBALTDyozsZlYaDwaBuW7ahVADEmaN7UEIffO/s400/20100210-5DmkII-48657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436770544265853282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">What do you mean I have to wait 16 years to get my license?? I want to drive now!</span><br /><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-80567760984480202962010-02-08T12:04:00.001-08:002010-02-08T12:06:54.975-08:0002.08.10: Where, oh where could he be?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZ_M9kSGfc0zfqvUu8Jbw1uOlQhVSXEZteMvZM8mZDsAEIcHgpnjPO40qHQHsK-zv4rExIqaKMonyMPtDZ9Klq-ngFbNnTNHFj05j9gb48hmEWg6otNmXjpAxJmwIJ4osTuT05Y2jw2Kd/s1600-h/20100208-5DmkII-48627.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZ_M9kSGfc0zfqvUu8Jbw1uOlQhVSXEZteMvZM8mZDsAEIcHgpnjPO40qHQHsK-zv4rExIqaKMonyMPtDZ9Klq-ngFbNnTNHFj05j9gb48hmEWg6otNmXjpAxJmwIJ4osTuT05Y2jw2Kd/s400/20100208-5DmkII-48627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435966065631683026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />I'm hoping you can help me out with something.<br />I seem to have lost my friend Moose.<br />You know, the guy with the purple antlers I love to chew on?<br />One minute he was hanging out on the floor with me and the next minute he was gone.<br />Mama keeps giggling at me and taking my picture.<br />I have a feeling she knows where he is!<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-14599098891334223972010-02-07T17:21:00.001-08:002010-02-07T17:31:27.026-08:0002.06.10: On The Move<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPNfKwtmgchCJWK9eLnR7muWehheHrDcQWoX8y5CDq20zAfzpAjjCQEb7EZ3kRlNIRXriax6xYCHKKIZcCoP65Zdan7c98jaD-nVclLT4VAQGNHoJc9Gz9zwhqdk5R-g4Rvs05aOaJ0FU/s1600-h/20100204-5DmkII-48599.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPNfKwtmgchCJWK9eLnR7muWehheHrDcQWoX8y5CDq20zAfzpAjjCQEb7EZ3kRlNIRXriax6xYCHKKIZcCoP65Zdan7c98jaD-nVclLT4VAQGNHoJc9Gz9zwhqdk5R-g4Rvs05aOaJ0FU/s400/20100204-5DmkII-48599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435677203965280066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey guys! A.J. here!<br />I haven't let Mama catch me on video yet, so this picture of me crawling will have to do.<br />Yup, it's true! I am on the move!<br />Mama says this means nothing is safe.<br />I don't really understand what the big deal is, and I can't figure out why I am not allowed to yank on the power cord for the laptop, or better yet put it in my mouth.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyp-Vlr2JW9PF01StHjjcL5v9nOF8ilweu2_LzCF8r5XoHGfx8DV3APzeYdPNhCtFVXnQ1rHlVNnDQPXHh7EC93Xrg3OgMM3ljyR-Mztpsb6cHqwyofpKwDCVlwTJwzGS-8JYzIz1WH8d/s1600-h/20100207-5DmkII-48622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyp-Vlr2JW9PF01StHjjcL5v9nOF8ilweu2_LzCF8r5XoHGfx8DV3APzeYdPNhCtFVXnQ1rHlVNnDQPXHh7EC93Xrg3OgMM3ljyR-Mztpsb6cHqwyofpKwDCVlwTJwzGS-8JYzIz1WH8d/s400/20100207-5DmkII-48622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435678567590058434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">See those big red circles under my eyes? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama says they mean no more mangos for A.J.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm kind of bummed because I really liked the mango. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And at least I didn't do the puffy lip thing and make them take me to the hospital, right? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It's not easy being me!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-3386071140150225472010-02-02T09:02:00.001-08:002010-02-02T09:22:03.867-08:0002.02.10: Weekend Catch Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhqsdJwLM1UayW7nAAV1dFwq8_VkIrvBSIZxHLVWqQUzWunLZzJeJ_BXAMuFGeL7J-WDVLo65a2PQx7ZJGwE2QInntukuTJG9fVmODZKTjc-nyF1oIhJpp79CUqb8JuzFGAuviJZQhNRd/s1600-h/20100130-5DmkII-48574.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhqsdJwLM1UayW7nAAV1dFwq8_VkIrvBSIZxHLVWqQUzWunLZzJeJ_BXAMuFGeL7J-WDVLo65a2PQx7ZJGwE2QInntukuTJG9fVmODZKTjc-nyF1oIhJpp79CUqb8JuzFGAuviJZQhNRd/s400/20100130-5DmkII-48574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433692902834104226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey guys! A.J. here!<br />Sorry I haven't been around much the past couple of days.<br />Mama, Daddy and I had a busy weekend.<br />That picture up there? Well that's me trying to figure out how my jumper works.<br />I was "looking under the hood" if you will.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSCfbwwE4gif89827QavIxX9QRiKl6-2l4agYXAdPuzoUx0B0fDXIipV7e-hNdcfT57ym7So_4E_AQkWUda4WLRJQqWsPoSIsfEnyv4OObtfpWUPDO1vQDW3xl12cRL8l9uSwRah7NXTm/s1600-h/20100130-5DmkII-48576.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSCfbwwE4gif89827QavIxX9QRiKl6-2l4agYXAdPuzoUx0B0fDXIipV7e-hNdcfT57ym7So_4E_AQkWUda4WLRJQqWsPoSIsfEnyv4OObtfpWUPDO1vQDW3xl12cRL8l9uSwRah7NXTm/s400/20100130-5DmkII-48576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433695785812664594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama caught me! </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">She wonders if I am going to like to fix cars when I grow up. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38pxNQsc128os4TFCSenjvxtAS9zjHFEhbAJISGgoWhsEM9YGBYfLQU71QPDPwJBG0vSltM63X5Qtr62D8JiNctzrz6eMlflOvWthRqz29YlZ2OpySYrBwtTO642sSHEGVYWFs9y_DAKo/s1600-h/20100130-5DmkII-48580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38pxNQsc128os4TFCSenjvxtAS9zjHFEhbAJISGgoWhsEM9YGBYfLQU71QPDPwJBG0vSltM63X5Qtr62D8JiNctzrz6eMlflOvWthRqz29YlZ2OpySYrBwtTO642sSHEGVYWFs9y_DAKo/s400/20100130-5DmkII-48580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433696069908221698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Speaking of growing up, I think I am big enough to feed myself now.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">The problem is, the spoon doesn't make into my mouth very often.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Personally, I don't think it's a problem. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Being messy is fun!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-e3UshLW92Nzx4nDn4aeBZP1-uBQuhlLV61kP8BWKwpRZePDOAIqJqgMsK3fZz4w89IjU8V36Yc1-9PAlVb7lIIDDMj-eXGXhfR4bwfME35Tdn3vPvc0K_HuBWO7SIjK2ayHprp_f3ck/s1600-h/20100201-5DmkII-48584.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-e3UshLW92Nzx4nDn4aeBZP1-uBQuhlLV61kP8BWKwpRZePDOAIqJqgMsK3fZz4w89IjU8V36Yc1-9PAlVb7lIIDDMj-eXGXhfR4bwfME35Tdn3vPvc0K_HuBWO7SIjK2ayHprp_f3ck/s400/20100201-5DmkII-48584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433696824647123138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Having fun is pretty tiring! Mama snapped this picture of me when I fell asleep on the living room floor. One minute I was rolling around, playing with my toys and my mama and the next thing I knew I was out cold, napping in the middle of the living room.<br />It was a nice change of pace for me, but Mama says I really should be napping in my crib.<br /><br />That Mama. She needs to loosen up!<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-3731975679597819342010-01-31T10:42:00.000-08:002010-01-31T10:47:26.214-08:001.31.10: Dear Miri: GET BETTER!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsPB1ZbvkUwiCnTtc7RYXDgfop9Q6ZKr59grtkz2FzTUiUMiUEvdKRgAoXYMI8C4lvkzdmG_YZzhuV_ocO1jRwxhoZiMElj-9nrDeYEE_WHs3Wwl6wqSVHMz-jXGoG7ulddkPKD7bT2hh/s1600-h/20091205-5DmkII-47243.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsPB1ZbvkUwiCnTtc7RYXDgfop9Q6ZKr59grtkz2FzTUiUMiUEvdKRgAoXYMI8C4lvkzdmG_YZzhuV_ocO1jRwxhoZiMElj-9nrDeYEE_WHs3Wwl6wqSVHMz-jXGoG7ulddkPKD7bT2hh/s400/20091205-5DmkII-47243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432976415113892386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here.<br />This picture is old, but it one of my favorites of me and my girlfriend Miri.<br />She isn't feeling very good right now, so I wanted to post this and tell her that I hope she feels better very very soon.<br />Or maybe she read my post about wanting to be Doogie Howser and now she is doing the whole hospital thing to try and be smarter than me!<br />Whatever the motivation, Mama and I are hoping Miri is all better very soon so we can hang out together again!<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-8594619524161208512010-01-30T05:40:00.001-08:002010-01-30T05:51:20.646-08:001.29.10: My REVENGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsIw-45kfrIEwU0bdEIMj08qUrIGUKRrqPOY3WuQP8-TNHMYt_NaLTMg3igbJipQtecSSaGrfXvC7z2gwawfk7bAbcZcdknstwyhyphenhyphenC6Ua2_A3ryCClDTOkSohYMSxD1FWmoaDBVIDZrDz/s1600-h/20100129-5DmkII-48558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsIw-45kfrIEwU0bdEIMj08qUrIGUKRrqPOY3WuQP8-TNHMYt_NaLTMg3igbJipQtecSSaGrfXvC7z2gwawfk7bAbcZcdknstwyhyphenhyphenC6Ua2_A3ryCClDTOkSohYMSxD1FWmoaDBVIDZrDz/s400/20100129-5DmkII-48558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432527523514422354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys, A.J. here!<br />Today I want to talk to you about a very serious subject.<br />My mama and that silly camera.<br />I think I've been a pretty cooperative subject for several months now but a kid can only take so much.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzzELEEm-ChWysxypQQyCOY8W72aY1uZn6yZZgriozNVjyA-r78Bq7bVkMRtHVZMtTmNhRFxYVQWtxnpcAf6ob9m-yLQLtHpPLWI4SWb83gb5koDHIWHXz2Y_nDYcQyKz4sd4SRMLo1BN/s1600-h/20100129-5DmkII-48559.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzzELEEm-ChWysxypQQyCOY8W72aY1uZn6yZZgriozNVjyA-r78Bq7bVkMRtHVZMtTmNhRFxYVQWtxnpcAf6ob9m-yLQLtHpPLWI4SWb83gb5koDHIWHXz2Y_nDYcQyKz4sd4SRMLo1BN/s400/20100129-5DmkII-48559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432528510645117378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">So, effective immediately, I am declaring war on the camera!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xyQYeerdlvlaPV87to5nOHbRUWUcdZxZ0gt41daw74833G1wPZMFN7j-9MQDER-BQGhu49dDDUY3G9WkcKVfe-IPA14qmrqInZXhWTxGLKmcS9HKfCGFTtU00wkajGVBJ781Z5VKVn8X/s1600-h/20100129-5DmkII-48560.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xyQYeerdlvlaPV87to5nOHbRUWUcdZxZ0gt41daw74833G1wPZMFN7j-9MQDER-BQGhu49dDDUY3G9WkcKVfe-IPA14qmrqInZXhWTxGLKmcS9HKfCGFTtU00wkajGVBJ781Z5VKVn8X/s400/20100129-5DmkII-48560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432528909768306386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">That thing will be mine!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyJUxiM0-uUUcn0WVDQjHUtc1Pl_-_VxilXehk-qeCB2-rr-cAN3YchRMWsSnrBoOJ9lf2kf0u65z5X01bOUXszEO7z72dbsY83pOJmPCXX9cU4TfC75ieGSRloESBVufPe_1KhBPnbIV/s1600-h/20100129-5DmkII-48562.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyJUxiM0-uUUcn0WVDQjHUtc1Pl_-_VxilXehk-qeCB2-rr-cAN3YchRMWsSnrBoOJ9lf2kf0u65z5X01bOUXszEO7z72dbsY83pOJmPCXX9cU4TfC75ieGSRloESBVufPe_1KhBPnbIV/s400/20100129-5DmkII-48562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432529602523408450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now I just need to figure out what to do next.<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-50853780335864229012010-01-28T10:52:00.000-08:002010-01-28T11:38:46.800-08:001.28.10: Mama Knows Best?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0yjSW9nxXvspMlIlTNk7bGo9Zz7BYn_2lWD-eRkmVGpz0ilA0-GyLjNbcgERXEPXgRoEF6yH-gWXFlNOSBLTknq5g8GpEmN2GHv0BEcF0eKqoWnmYCIfazXoRCv4c2HcNi2aBWx8wWg9/s1600-h/20100128-5DmkII-48522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0yjSW9nxXvspMlIlTNk7bGo9Zz7BYn_2lWD-eRkmVGpz0ilA0-GyLjNbcgERXEPXgRoEF6yH-gWXFlNOSBLTknq5g8GpEmN2GHv0BEcF0eKqoWnmYCIfazXoRCv4c2HcNi2aBWx8wWg9/s400/20100128-5DmkII-48522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431866918875888210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My dear sweet baby A.J.,<br /><br />Your mama is here to hijack your blog for today. I edited these pictures this afternoon while you were in your room *not napping.* I was listening to you on the monitor even though I really didn't need it. I could hear what you had to say quite clearly through the closed nursery door. You may not have any words yet, but you know how to get your point across. You started with, "Hey mama. I miss you. Please come play with me." and when that didn't elicit the desired response you changed to, "WOMAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?? DON'T YOU HEAR ME IN HERE??? I AM NOT HAPPY!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6-SdTkFTEAEhQo2fZIo6uORRZ2wc7SWyoCMKMpzbq26EQ3dzJO8TJh6ML1LE6rcsK_8HJEbpHiaCdz-S8ccXYEDEdgCwUyQNQUt5urrHJyHPJ7b9q3yEjadMp_o1JcX-8rQ9KComfsQ1/s1600-h/20100128-5DmkII-48534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6-SdTkFTEAEhQo2fZIo6uORRZ2wc7SWyoCMKMpzbq26EQ3dzJO8TJh6ML1LE6rcsK_8HJEbpHiaCdz-S8ccXYEDEdgCwUyQNQUt5urrHJyHPJ7b9q3yEjadMp_o1JcX-8rQ9KComfsQ1/s400/20100128-5DmkII-48534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431874066270731250" border="0" /></a><br />What you don't know is while you were in there crying, I was out here shedding some tears of my own. This is the hard part of being a mama. A big part of me wants to run in and scoop you up and rock you in my arms until you fall asleep. I want to sniff your hair and listen to that cute little sleepy sigh you make. But the other part of me knows that if I do that I'll have to hold you for the whole time you are napping because you'll wake up when I transfer you to the crib. And then we'd have to start the whole nap routine all over again. So I let you fuss for a while, listening as the frustrated cries of an overtired baby quiet over a few minutes and then....silence.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(Until of course the mail truck drives by, Walker barks, and you are once again screaming. That's the way our life goes I'm afraid.)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQht1rnf0b41SN6SI4G2vN0Dvl3zZuko0Ut_eSCd96Anczd_viZ_kJJys9np9OVIzlLUEdvSRvmuPmhCZsyKsOQPSbT4OaQtxdKVqj4DnIgrXLndihBijw0oF_HQrfIvb5FjCbFZ2Xirvo/s1600-h/20100128-5DmkII-48523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQht1rnf0b41SN6SI4G2vN0Dvl3zZuko0Ut_eSCd96Anczd_viZ_kJJys9np9OVIzlLUEdvSRvmuPmhCZsyKsOQPSbT4OaQtxdKVqj4DnIgrXLndihBijw0oF_HQrfIvb5FjCbFZ2Xirvo/s400/20100128-5DmkII-48523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431877285307684210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So I guess the reason I'm writing this today is to let you know that I'm trying really hard to be the best mama I can be for you. Sometimes that means I have to make you take the icky medicine. Sometimes that means I can't let you eat bananas at every meal. Sometimes that means I have to let the doctors poke you. And sometimes that means you need to put yourself to sleep at naptime.<br /><br />Bear with me baby boy.<br />I'm doing the best I can.<br />Love,<br />Mama<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19pjBYB0FpWyv9R8OeRwuMFE3ygWz50o0u8QRvJP9re4eZlWmQ7COthqI2-l9J_ZSSLJMSz6OHRdi6GctxjEZc96GEJ81HnccZTQzwo7zyvqJmtjbkF3RNKYTrR3gt9Igjm4Td-gUuNrQ/s1600-h/20100128-5DmkII-48537.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19pjBYB0FpWyv9R8OeRwuMFE3ygWz50o0u8QRvJP9re4eZlWmQ7COthqI2-l9J_ZSSLJMSz6OHRdi6GctxjEZc96GEJ81HnccZTQzwo7zyvqJmtjbkF3RNKYTrR3gt9Igjm4Td-gUuNrQ/s400/20100128-5DmkII-48537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431876403763242498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-49687208169563587862010-01-27T12:16:00.000-08:002010-01-27T12:28:49.665-08:001.27.10: My Plan to Become Doogie Howser<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJnkh2ZXphsZfAwlAWCDNhmmuYcT2j3PEVWCXkz-QzqgVb12GOxsKZbcRVBurxA0rf_mNSZAavVpV8o0Tf2jd4jJcdnWfVMAooCR2wbe0_8iU7Q0nBSSzawF0q733u7XZm_c8RecjdQGV/s1600-h/2010-01-27+09.36.28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJnkh2ZXphsZfAwlAWCDNhmmuYcT2j3PEVWCXkz-QzqgVb12GOxsKZbcRVBurxA0rf_mNSZAavVpV8o0Tf2jd4jJcdnWfVMAooCR2wbe0_8iU7Q0nBSSzawF0q733u7XZm_c8RecjdQGV/s400/2010-01-27+09.36.28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516838700501570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />It's time I let you all in on a little secret.<br />Mama thinks I am going to be the pilot of Air Force One, but I have other plans. I am going to be a doctor! And since that's my goal, I've decided it makes sense to make frequent trips to the hospital. It will give me a leg up when it's time to go to medical school right?<br /><br />Today's emergency room adventure was the result of breakfast. Mama made me cereal and bananas which I've had lots and lots of times before (mmmm bananas!) but this time she mixed the cereal with formula which she normally doesn't do.<br /><br />(Are you seeing where this is going?)<br /><br />Well, the formula has milk in it and apparently I am ALLERGIC TO MILK!!!<br /><br />Mama has some benadryl on hand this time and gave me some as soon as my lips started getting puffy. Then she called the doctor to see if I needed to go to the hospital. The nurse said because my mouth was all swollen they needed to see me at the hospital just to be safe. So Mama loaded me in the car and called Daddy on the way.<br /><br />We had to stay for a couple of hours so that the doctors could make sure I was breathing okay and so that they could make sure the medicines they gave me were working. Now that I have had two ER trips for allergic reactions, I have to go back to the pediatric allergist for more tests. If you're keeping track that would be the same pediatric allergist who told Mama there was no way I could be allergic to milk when she took me to see him back in October. If you know my mama you know that she's just a little bit mad about that and is going to have to try very hard to be polite to that doctor when she sees him.<br /><br />So there ya go. Just another day in my life.<br />Let's all hope I outgrow this allergy thing because Mama says ice cream is really tasty!<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-53940430115784865802010-01-26T18:07:00.000-08:002010-01-26T18:13:16.421-08:001.26.10: Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2ge2-hvZ-NTeFsO99gHkWDysro2O9-FsagAFh3WHVDoW2nCcz98NFylJ8epJXGErQK2sB2caaRvzlzCbaTtGTvu-KYDVHxMixKg7v4L39PQA03NWtazyf54zsO9MRATlNzUdXFvj48QF/s1600-h/20100126-5DmkII-48504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV2ge2-hvZ-NTeFsO99gHkWDysro2O9-FsagAFh3WHVDoW2nCcz98NFylJ8epJXGErQK2sB2caaRvzlzCbaTtGTvu-KYDVHxMixKg7v4L39PQA03NWtazyf54zsO9MRATlNzUdXFvj48QF/s400/20100126-5DmkII-48504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431235813616307138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span>Hi guys! A.J. here.<br />Today was just one of those days.<br />Mama says I woke up on the goofy side of the crib.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMjOF4YVHRX8OdiihnfUcQQwJ9K0F7vlyNzIM35QHV9OJW7s8QQRw-MB-XdPxRSlELhtCakQLvP19xaNON_RV9-K1NzBaVfUO-rpbUD9iPJuv6wJlaLpnKc1sNkp1McWBvw6OqBCbsjd4/s1600-h/20100126-5DmkII-48508.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMjOF4YVHRX8OdiihnfUcQQwJ9K0F7vlyNzIM35QHV9OJW7s8QQRw-MB-XdPxRSlELhtCakQLvP19xaNON_RV9-K1NzBaVfUO-rpbUD9iPJuv6wJlaLpnKc1sNkp1McWBvw6OqBCbsjd4/s400/20100126-5DmkII-48508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431236281978091730" border="0" /></a>Not that there's anything wrong with that!<br />It just makes it a little hard for Mama to take pictures of me when all I want to do is squint my eyes and stick out my tongue.<br /><br />So this is what you get today. Goofy, nutty, A.J.<br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-39982059112035401542010-01-25T18:10:00.001-08:002010-01-25T18:19:45.649-08:001.25.10: My New Favorite Toy: The Spoon!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeQd1sAcwJs0jXJmwhuE61qWdWToQiiigmy2wkSb5SHl0CCWBCiZBrbLBvsqS9wv8y3E3_pVIdGiq0GpyY2ptM9XTkN4ocKrNt0xSlMiaGZ4UFFL6gVmMAm176Uo3tiRkKnxiaT8r1ouU/s1600-h/20100125-5DmkII-48474.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeQd1sAcwJs0jXJmwhuE61qWdWToQiiigmy2wkSb5SHl0CCWBCiZBrbLBvsqS9wv8y3E3_pVIdGiq0GpyY2ptM9XTkN4ocKrNt0xSlMiaGZ4UFFL6gVmMAm176Uo3tiRkKnxiaT8r1ouU/s400/20100125-5DmkII-48474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865338889024258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />Today was a big day for me! Mama decided that since I like to hold the spoon so much, I could try feeding myself. Let me tell you it was really fun! I mean, I didn't actually get to eat very much, and I kind of knocked the bowl full of applesauce and cereal off my tray and into Mama's lap and the floor. But overall, it was a pretty good time.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianXpe_MRLqs-vwd31n2thuMu3V9wkwuowBXeftMys2lGv_RkBOiz__kc_4jJrZrJUkI_dQlj2VMR7hyhvzk6myO1PAx8tTfKMntcJSto_3UUXHsCL2vNlTjkj64iW3K4TuqqMF_B36ZTQ/s1600-h/20100125-5DmkII-48479.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianXpe_MRLqs-vwd31n2thuMu3V9wkwuowBXeftMys2lGv_RkBOiz__kc_4jJrZrJUkI_dQlj2VMR7hyhvzk6myO1PAx8tTfKMntcJSto_3UUXHsCL2vNlTjkj64iW3K4TuqqMF_B36ZTQ/s400/20100125-5DmkII-48479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865992410668850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">When I was done eating, and Mama was done cleaning up the floor, it was pretty obvious that I was going to need to take my clothes off. The bib didn't do too much to contain my mess!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, Mama stripped me down and hung out with me on the floor while Daddy got my bath ready. As you can see, I really like playing with Mama's glasses!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVffIAxxfxQcFuwH48Q4eMN3PncBIpqyGCKTVUJ-ihx0-vLbAIyApnJKI7SqJVQd3MfnNRRiZxUA-DxKcUw2BKMOQR4ApsaIr3HlYivRX5g4tuffz6iv0BRfCMxwqpPcK3mZR0SEi5IQCV/s1600-h/20100125-5DmkII-48499.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVffIAxxfxQcFuwH48Q4eMN3PncBIpqyGCKTVUJ-ihx0-vLbAIyApnJKI7SqJVQd3MfnNRRiZxUA-DxKcUw2BKMOQR4ApsaIr3HlYivRX5g4tuffz6iv0BRfCMxwqpPcK3mZR0SEi5IQCV/s400/20100125-5DmkII-48499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430866639711273954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVffIAxxfxQcFuwH48Q4eMN3PncBIpqyGCKTVUJ-ihx0-vLbAIyApnJKI7SqJVQd3MfnNRRiZxUA-DxKcUw2BKMOQR4ApsaIr3HlYivRX5g4tuffz6iv0BRfCMxwqpPcK3mZR0SEi5IQCV/s1600-h/20100125-5DmkII-48499.jpg"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></a></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-18933575907602461222010-01-24T18:57:00.000-08:002010-01-24T19:18:34.132-08:001.24.10: Did Ya Miss Me?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6SsmFN943x8B35dGuC-mMygfOTUAguisWyLgunKnyIJEv9ykM-HftdzGkUbuZQ-mmXqyxrCg_luj_wjtRKk6HGhtHJ9Y2VuDdSXeLqSLUIP4veB_6OnKQkOVZdOCbTmXmqHUazCBdXJ8/s1600-h/20100122-5DmkII-48448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6SsmFN943x8B35dGuC-mMygfOTUAguisWyLgunKnyIJEv9ykM-HftdzGkUbuZQ-mmXqyxrCg_luj_wjtRKk6HGhtHJ9Y2VuDdSXeLqSLUIP4veB_6OnKQkOVZdOCbTmXmqHUazCBdXJ8/s400/20100122-5DmkII-48448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506627328695090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sorry I had to go away for a couple of days</span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Mama and Daddy have been very busy the past couple of days so I wasn't able to get them to help me update this blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We've had a pretty good weekend around here.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">My tummy is still not quite right, so I get to eat lots of bananas. Doctors orders!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">That picture up there shows you how excited I am about those bananas!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtaWaQ00qZRkdmLkziHDsbuUiYp4WL1-_fFfA4kpA58xqdfJSaQ7MDsrcytuSTNpKWCH4obN-7Eh8IZGJUEK_yB2FxU5oqDFs9fA4f47O0NmQQYQ0lwtCub3AqW-C09nJvkDtCW1escaj/s1600-h/20100123-5DmkII-48466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtaWaQ00qZRkdmLkziHDsbuUiYp4WL1-_fFfA4kpA58xqdfJSaQ7MDsrcytuSTNpKWCH4obN-7Eh8IZGJUEK_yB2FxU5oqDFs9fA4f47O0NmQQYQ0lwtCub3AqW-C09nJvkDtCW1escaj/s400/20100123-5DmkII-48466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430507610667347650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Saturday was a really fun day for me!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I got to see my Miss Amanda!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Miss Amanda came to take care of me while Mama and Daddy were working at the bridal show</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUjJaVGvadB2Tya5iiAso9lCoq1aj7370fZQStfDqm5PYpgX0MJ80604n1OjarxDUZbi5cW2BTflp-Dn0Vaqe0ssO_qIVn4w-ixtlVapzKemNlwqN3XvkNeGC3tZNOO6gHxKjLznOQ4d1/s1600-h/20100123-5DmkII-48454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUjJaVGvadB2Tya5iiAso9lCoq1aj7370fZQStfDqm5PYpgX0MJ80604n1OjarxDUZbi5cW2BTflp-Dn0Vaqe0ssO_qIVn4w-ixtlVapzKemNlwqN3XvkNeGC3tZNOO6gHxKjLznOQ4d1/s400/20100123-5DmkII-48454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508107053441426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Wasn't their booth cool? I just don't understand why they didn't put any pictures of *me* in the slideshow.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">So anyway, they went to the show and I stayed home with Miss Amanda and showed her all of the new skills I have since the last time she came to visit. I also showed her what an awesome napper I am, taking two 2 hour naps while she was here. I think Mama might be a little upset about that because she says I never nap that long for her!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5KvYPuYfpP098_P7PuPR9RzmyQ0M9ElaQGAU2A-2ZD5PvoF-Fpe-i0cl9UGr7GncGtBUaNvEAJO5hmzrU081Mpy9ycAaVbMZr65D0oOxWEHP1jOW46T2DHPa48_mJpEdt54wH3PQ0AmA/s1600-h/20100124-5DmkII-48471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5KvYPuYfpP098_P7PuPR9RzmyQ0M9ElaQGAU2A-2ZD5PvoF-Fpe-i0cl9UGr7GncGtBUaNvEAJO5hmzrU081Mpy9ycAaVbMZr65D0oOxWEHP1jOW46T2DHPa48_mJpEdt54wH3PQ0AmA/s400/20100124-5DmkII-48471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430509041498953346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And since I slept so well for Miss Amanda yesterday, I decided that I didn't need to sleep too much last night. I'm not sure why but Mama didn't seem too excited to wake up with me at 4:30 this morning. The good part of waking up so early was that we got to go to early church. Mama likes early church because I am at least 60 years younger than most of the other attendees and those older people seem to really like me. They don't even give me any looks when I make noises. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So that was my weekend.<br />Have a great week everyone!<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-9165784436573624562010-01-21T13:35:00.001-08:002010-01-21T13:49:10.668-08:001.21.10: Toys We Love: Moose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPii1zlhzy4TgxrlRo4MntW304Ngm_TZQFkJn5yPu0a6iUojsg9Sje5fhYp7gvra9OIZor3xfEazc_5bdjLK4xIwr1LYJD6yVz-iZDI_a1BQgc2dZIeEGOTzURhYanu_ZWbwwnMM4F7BC/s1600-h/20100121-5DmkII-48439.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPii1zlhzy4TgxrlRo4MntW304Ngm_TZQFkJn5yPu0a6iUojsg9Sje5fhYp7gvra9OIZor3xfEazc_5bdjLK4xIwr1LYJD6yVz-iZDI_a1BQgc2dZIeEGOTzURhYanu_ZWbwwnMM4F7BC/s400/20100121-5DmkII-48439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312490897211218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />I am happy to report today was a much better day than yesterday.<br />I am still feeling a little under the weather, and would like to apologize to everyone at Hobby Lobby for the very stinky diaper I made while Mama was shopping this morning.<br />But the good news is I SLEPT last night...for 10 whole hours!<br />(and I took a nice little nap while we were out running errands)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjJWjZcwERsW78IKDkii2-3U6uconljizr5wO7zZnYtR-Qgmz6irmVPw8HFTX16emihR9pMbWRFGGTxkIVWibIOM1-Qz_hy17NFoVRl9PRZ_GHFFUoZgL-SPZyKtYVPYFnYbexToFw9EQ/s1600-h/20100121-5DmkII-48437.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjJWjZcwERsW78IKDkii2-3U6uconljizr5wO7zZnYtR-Qgmz6irmVPw8HFTX16emihR9pMbWRFGGTxkIVWibIOM1-Qz_hy17NFoVRl9PRZ_GHFFUoZgL-SPZyKtYVPYFnYbexToFw9EQ/s400/20100121-5DmkII-48437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429310246087809314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to tell you today about my friend Moose. He is currently my very favorite pal.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We roll around on the floor together and I like to take him everywhere I go, even to church!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The main reason I love Moose is because he has lots of spots for me to chew on. I find his purple ears especially tasty and his legs make a fun crinkle noise when I gnaw on them. Moose also has a couple of rings on his tail that are very easy for me to hold on to. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I think everyone should have a moose just like mine!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-80559520686288161332010-01-20T17:43:00.000-08:002010-01-20T18:02:14.771-08:001.20.10: A Pretty Crappy Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6f3lQEk4dg4xRY2mdml9RalMd3YtcQMmZJtTKpCgapW1fgjRG92VCXMkTzUwHfG0yZhYe6DNzzYJxAWVHNkjb_bYNu5yhSAM8KVxDEd5rlQHjCaVYMsVqikOl0KVKMXCFpw6lxbx4kGn/s1600-h/20100120-5DmkII-48427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6f3lQEk4dg4xRY2mdml9RalMd3YtcQMmZJtTKpCgapW1fgjRG92VCXMkTzUwHfG0yZhYe6DNzzYJxAWVHNkjb_bYNu5yhSAM8KVxDEd5rlQHjCaVYMsVqikOl0KVKMXCFpw6lxbx4kGn/s400/20100120-5DmkII-48427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429003087983805666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer: Mama says I'm not allowed to say crap or crappy. In fact, I often hear her say things like, "Oh Crap...A.J. you're not allowed to say crap..." But today she's making a "crap" exemption because it truly is the best word to describe our day.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />That picture above is me at the doctor this morning. Mama brought me in after I did more than my fair share of pooping yesterday. We're talking like a dozen dirty diapers yesterday people! And then this morning I had 4 gross ones before 9 am! It didn't help of course that Mama was sick too, and Daddy was out of town for work. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">So Mama thought it might be a good idea to check in with the doctor.<br /><br />It turns out I lost 7 ounces in the past week due to all of my diaper activity. The doctor wasn't too worried though. In fact, she told mama that I should eat lots and lots of bananas until my belly is better. Sweet! A medical excuse to eat my very favorite food!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnZ-n1vgsPUpT41xDryvVkfIAv-ZhOeJAhjJX7aYEbC-v6jdMDDBqUCL8kOhp1fkQM4ZUhsm2abn-VfLH1xPV0BoKrVugF4M1ZSNa53Od3fLm-sCt_2KMIaq0s5VlN-_j4Ls4oFhqcMlk/s1600-h/20100120-5DmkII-48423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnZ-n1vgsPUpT41xDryvVkfIAv-ZhOeJAhjJX7aYEbC-v6jdMDDBqUCL8kOhp1fkQM4ZUhsm2abn-VfLH1xPV0BoKrVugF4M1ZSNa53Od3fLm-sCt_2KMIaq0s5VlN-_j4Ls4oFhqcMlk/s400/20100120-5DmkII-48423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429005709074407442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And when we got home the day, quite literally, got crappier. Walker decided my messy diaper smelled interesting and while Mama was in the other room taking care of me, he decided to investigate. Mama made this picture black and white to spare you guys a little. Trust me when I tell you it was ***guh-ross!***</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZwjwkALDUitVIPbmfJroHQLHsIiukNPLRStmpoTOS8OorVDfezagWC7Z0HHPXUQhIXNS3Vj2DGiq5jBIqeugU0JjglvltkdUrPQueSSQMrD8xX8s3crzF-jHTiHXzJfONX0oqcvEQRf0/s1600-h/20100120-5DmkII-48426.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZwjwkALDUitVIPbmfJroHQLHsIiukNPLRStmpoTOS8OorVDfezagWC7Z0HHPXUQhIXNS3Vj2DGiq5jBIqeugU0JjglvltkdUrPQueSSQMrD8xX8s3crzF-jHTiHXzJfONX0oqcvEQRf0/s400/20100120-5DmkII-48426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429006891243318898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">See, that's my "Eww gross!" face. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama says she is going to bed early and hopes tomorrow is much less crappy!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-55907245308020546232010-01-19T15:24:00.001-08:002010-01-19T15:28:25.370-08:001.19.10: Rolling is my favorite mode of transportation<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUdDlQrStpS9k_aQaRh8ZYS3LNUMS_XWYRqy6b6n7J1JNI7nnM5UacmwNbbcaZKoKH4jXJjt1zopuEjDpHq2rWM4AUSa1knDgfcrye8G9yNXti8S4neRehLi9GwXFt-c1a3Qa1mjBm8wX/s1600-h/20100119-5DmkII-48417.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUdDlQrStpS9k_aQaRh8ZYS3LNUMS_XWYRqy6b6n7J1JNI7nnM5UacmwNbbcaZKoKH4jXJjt1zopuEjDpHq2rWM4AUSa1knDgfcrye8G9yNXti8S4neRehLi9GwXFt-c1a3Qa1mjBm8wX/s400/20100119-5DmkII-48417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428596053998017138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here!<br />You should have seen the look on my mama's face right before she snapped that picture.<br />I believe her words were, "How in the world....."<br />If you've been to my house before you can probaby tell where I am.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeTtgBd_OSwghdo2wPmHdrs7aQvvEMebvh40fbHblw6BH5Zrf1rj9vdATR3buqL1mSWICMr3sWY579lMGkkFHq90sje5KX7nj5S1Ng6XVEcX7c3O83JjWNP6Jnwhdd0eB4OHRP52O_M1g/s1600-h/20100119-5DmkII-48418.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeTtgBd_OSwghdo2wPmHdrs7aQvvEMebvh40fbHblw6BH5Zrf1rj9vdATR3buqL1mSWICMr3sWY579lMGkkFHq90sje5KX7nj5S1Ng6XVEcX7c3O83JjWNP6Jnwhdd0eB4OHRP52O_M1g/s400/20100119-5DmkII-48418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428596397048520162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">That's right. I was under the end table! </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama left me in the middle of the living room floor so she could go use the bathroom.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When she came back, here I was just hanging out. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know everyone keeps talking about how great it is to crawl and walk and stuff, but really I think rolling is a very effective mode of transportation!</span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-35834050171413345552010-01-18T17:35:00.000-08:002010-01-18T17:46:05.581-08:001.18.10: A Lesson in Napping<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ndZIgLfiVSLUjbBIpopVKzb6JR7bH4AW9vsGyMOkXgTIzbnLxagLkLolWSIpiOFOLVu661QxnQxuoefgiYwjPz4d6wbkb2NEEg1cK8l3Wy6qQZfcRSE_TroAgL5l2-lLsF3hmEbaZu1R/s1600-h/20100118-5DmkII-48412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ndZIgLfiVSLUjbBIpopVKzb6JR7bH4AW9vsGyMOkXgTIzbnLxagLkLolWSIpiOFOLVu661QxnQxuoefgiYwjPz4d6wbkb2NEEg1cK8l3Wy6qQZfcRSE_TroAgL5l2-lLsF3hmEbaZu1R/s400/20100118-5DmkII-48412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428258886160190098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys! A.J. here. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama is always trying to drill into me the importance of naptime. To be honest, I think it's kind of over rated. I mean, I am sure I am missing out on all sorts of fun things when Mama takes me into that dark bedroom and puts me down in the crib. In fact, sometimes I get quite loud in expressing my discontent about naptime. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But this afternoon, I missed out on my afternoon nap because we were at the grocery store and I was too entertained by the bumpy cart ride to sleep. As a result, here is what I looked like at 5:00 tonight:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCRmIPuGmgSjayDq5ucGqZbMwrvArXynum2y_jslYCiQ-yKbx69b7EsVb7eMi6w6ZBPqojZb51eK4InUZ_aQrTBMFINm6jc6NFbzmwlEaf-BOrquy54nmVCvv5i3PVKKyNc8xi_uFmrce/s1600-h/20100118-5DmkII-48414.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCRmIPuGmgSjayDq5ucGqZbMwrvArXynum2y_jslYCiQ-yKbx69b7EsVb7eMi6w6ZBPqojZb51eK4InUZ_aQrTBMFINm6jc6NFbzmwlEaf-BOrquy54nmVCvv5i3PVKKyNc8xi_uFmrce/s400/20100118-5DmkII-48414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428259233740660434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, I was a little tired. And a little crabby. And I really just wanted to snuggle with Mama so I missed out on my normal fun evening activities. Maybe I'll take this lesson into consideration tomorrow when it's nap time. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But probably not. </span><br /></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864599800616517520.post-68682300930779036622010-01-17T20:23:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:29:09.470-08:001.17.10: Life Behind Bars<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisgrHeJya7SxyBJoktFNjZUyijwLxR-kEuTbt2BUxwT9uYPuO2FFyFco9rCZoqgS-rL7D0kEWqj8M1xdtezizg6nQ2E247kJs6HE6JotsjG1XtR9lMfi7cIn4dRiQxx3XFPE6DdQsjRaG/s1600-h/20100117-5DmkII-48407.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisgrHeJya7SxyBJoktFNjZUyijwLxR-kEuTbt2BUxwT9uYPuO2FFyFco9rCZoqgS-rL7D0kEWqj8M1xdtezizg6nQ2E247kJs6HE6JotsjG1XtR9lMfi7cIn4dRiQxx3XFPE6DdQsjRaG/s400/20100117-5DmkII-48407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427931227973370786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi guys, A.J. here!<br />No cute picture of me to share today. Instead I thought I would show you how mean my parents are.<br />Sure, they appear great on the surface, but need I remind you about the great Halloween Costume debacle of 2009? Mama showed her evil streak in the form of a banana I had to wear on my head.<br />Now, it's even worse! They're keeping me behind bars!!<br />They *say* they're concerned for my safety now that I'm rolling all over the floor and trying my hand at crawling. I'm pretty sure they just put the gates up to keep me from having any fun.<br />It's not easy being a 7 month old!<br /></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12214039371415651295noreply@blogger.com1