tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20906308435890328952024-03-04T22:00:50.805-07:00The World of Jenna N.Happiness is a warm bed and a quilt made with love!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.comBlogger432125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-90293823271589733362015-06-13T19:40:00.002-06:002015-06-13T19:41:08.235-06:00Craziest Hair Award Goes to...<div style="text-align: center;">
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So.... it has been a LONG time. But we can't live in the past or in regret. So... here are some pictures of our recent trip to the Sand Dunes. Quite a bit different than our trip two posts ago!</div>
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Curtis exploring the water at the beginning of our trip.</div>
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All the rest of the "boys."</div>
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The doggies generally like trips to the Sand Dunes!</div>
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The boys playing in the sand. There was a bit of a chilly breeze so Curtis didn't want to stand up.</div>
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Our old man... Tater is nearing 14, we think. He spent most of the trip sleeping in the shade of a tree.</div>
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Curtis very closely examining the sand. This is probably my favorite picture of the day.</div>
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Curtis, with gorgeous scenery behind him.</div>
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Wesley, with gorgeous scenery behind him.</div>
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Wesley was obviously telling a great joke!</div>
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Mommy helped them make sand castles, which Curtis delighted in tearing down.</div>
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"Look! I found a piece of driftwood!"</div>
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Wesley was pulled down into "quicksand" over and over again!</div>
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-91503337431656376792013-05-28T14:32:00.001-06:002013-05-28T14:32:21.157-06:00Bathroom Remodel Post #1We knew when we bought the house last summer that the bathrooms were going to need to be remodeled sooner rather than later. The small bathroom has some cosmetic tile damage and a linoleum floor that is starting to peel up. The "big" bathroom, on the other hand, had water damage under the linoleum that was visible, an unfinished window in the shower, and a drain in the bathtub that leaked. And so... we decided to embark on a bathroom remodel this summer. Having already spent about 50% more than we intended to spend (and aren't quite done yet), I am anxious to have the project done already!<br />
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Here are photos of before and of demolition (the most fun part of any project)!<br />
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Here is the unfinished window... who does that??</div>
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The bathroom from the hallway</div>
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Inside the room</div>
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After demoing out the vanity & toilet</div>
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And this is what was under linoleum around the toilet! Yuck!</div>
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And back at the door with no medicine cabinet or tile</div>
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One of the craziest things we've found so far with this project, on the south wall, under the drywall, we found exterior pine siding! Apparently when they decided to add on to the house, they just covered up the outside wall with dry-wall, rather than taking off the siding! Crazy home owners...</div>
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Reid cut the wet/rotten part of the floor out...</div>
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All the way down to the pine boards that was the start of the subfloor. It is about an inch and a half down and still had some water/mold staining that we scrubbed with bleach and let dry thoroughly.</div>
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Next time... preparing surfaces for tile (which means putting up cement board) & re-wiring to move the light up and the switch out!</div>
Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-50701362898475376612013-05-28T14:17:00.001-06:002013-05-28T14:17:41.567-06:00Belated Mother's DayI know that Mother's Day was several weeks ago... but hey, that is part of being a mother of two (being perpetually late that is!). My first Mother's Day as a mom of two was great. I got to sleep in with Curtis and when we woke up Reid and Wesley had roses and a picture album (Wesley's idea) for me. Then we had breakfast and got ready to go to the Sand Dunes. The water in Medano Creek was really low and there wasn't a lot of shade but it was otherwise a perfect weather kind-of day. Wesley got to play in the water. Curtis got to hang out in the shade of the umbrella. We had a picnic on the sand... and the dogs got to go with us (a rare occurrence these days, poor dogs). Here are a few pictures from the day.<br />
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Winston was not so sure he wanted to be "demoted" to the back part of the red car... but with two kids in the back seat, there isn't too much of a choice. Hence, part of the reason I may be looking for crates for the back when we drive all the way back to Indiana in a month.</div>
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Mommy and little one.</div>
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The hat is big brother's!</div>
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Daddy with little one under the shade of the umbrella</div>
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Wes playing in the water with our "camp-site" in back</div>
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Mom and three of her boys at the edge of the water</div>
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Wesley believed in "full immersion play!"</div>
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Our family shot... the dogs weren't looking & Wesley is looking frozen (the water was warm but the wind combined with cold clothes was not). Still, this is one of the only full family photos we've had yet and thus I love it!</div>
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And this is the view of the Sand Dunes as we drove away. Pretty fantastic view!</div>
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He is doing a great job of pre-sitting (though he frequently still flops over forward... just need a little bit stronger tummy muscles and he'll be a sitter!).</div>
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Smiling shot... He has become a huge flirt, smiling and then looking away. He is SUPER smiley in the mornings, just like his brother was.</div>
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Ooops! Upside down baby.</div>
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And a profile shot for the grandparents who like to figure out who he looks like.</div>
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Just a silly picture of Tater (nothing to do with Curtis)... he decided to fall asleep with his head in Sesame Street!</div>
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Getting a kiss from big brother! So sweet... In the last week or two Wesley has started showing some interest in his little brother. He is now asking to bring Curtis toys and he likes to lay down with him and do back and tummy time.</div>
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Wesley got himself dressed! Sort of... I dressed Curtis :) But I love how Curtis is leaning on Wes/holding onto his arm.</div>
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Look at that cute baby in the mirror!</div>
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Doing tummy time... with big brother standing behind, no doubt saying "Take a picture of me!"</div>
Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-66191055794634659892013-03-27T20:26:00.001-06:002013-03-27T20:26:06.420-06:00Curtis is... 2 and a half months!Goodness! This blogging while being a stay-at-home mommy to two is tricky! I really want to get better at it because so many things are happening and I know I won't remember them... and I want to! Though I'm exhausted and finding moments of extreme boredom/frustration in this calling, I am also so thankful to get to spend day after day with Wesley and Curtis.<br />
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So, some important check-ins with Curtis. He didn't get his two month well-baby until a week and a half after his 2 month official birthday because he caught a respiratory virus that gave him a terrible cough and wheeze. He was put on home breathing treatments for a week and then re-checked. Thus, at about 2 months, 2 weeks, he weighed in at 10lbs 14oz & 23 1/4" long (that's an increase of 4 and a half pounds and almost 4 inches in 2 months!). Milk... does a baby body good!<br />
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Curtis is spending increasing times awake. And when he is awake he wants to be up and looking around! He has actually spent a few short periods of time in his bouncy seat in the last week, something up to this point which had been causing him to scream and cry instantly. Same thing with the swing. Of course, just like his big brother his favorite place to sleep is in mommy's arms... so he spends a lot of time in the baby wrap, which gives mommy her hands free to still help big brother with his art projects, toys, and going places! The wrap is, literally, a God-send (if my sister Sarah is God!). Thanks Sarah!<br />
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His head control is pretty astonishing for a two month old. His 2 month professional picture is of him turtling, something his brother didn't even try to do until his 3rd month picture. I'm guessing he'll be completely holding his head up in the next month.<br />
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Some of my favorite things:<br />
Incredibly chubby hands attached to incredibly chubby arms, with tiny little wrists<br />
The fish mouth he makes when he's stretching backwards<br />
The way he cuddles up next to me while we're sleeping in what Wesley has started to call our "family bed" (yep, we're "those" people now)<br />
How he can already wiggle his eyebrows<br />
The full face grins that are rare but adorable & the half-smile which are much more common<br />
His adoration of big brother- if Wesley is in the room & Curtis is awake, chances are good Curtis is staring at him!<br />
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And here are a few pictures from the last month:<br />
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I'm in my swing??</div>
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On his 2 month birthday... actually sleeping in his swing</div>
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And getting a breathing treatment... poor baby</div>
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Not Curtis... but my two headed monster!</div>
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Daddy rocking the baby wrap</div>
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Working on his "cool" senior picture pose</div>
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My big pre-sitter (taken this morning... he was happy til the shiny box came out! Then tears)</div>
Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-32505623630589670232013-02-12T19:23:00.000-07:002013-02-12T19:23:02.936-07:00Curtis is 1 month!I can't believe it but Curtis is now officially one month old. It is so exciting having a second child because I get to experience all of the "first" a second time and am generally a lot more relaxed while doing it!<br />
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At one month Curtis is a bit more fussy than I remember his older brother being at this stage. We started him two weeks ago on baby Zantac for acid reflux because he's thrown up several times and frequently gags/looks like he is having acid burn the back of his throat. I'm not yet sure how much the medicine is helping but it isn't hurting... so we'll probably stay on it for at least awhile longer.<br />
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Curtis is a champion nurser. He was on a very regular hour and a half nursing schedule at night with a few longer sleep sessions during the day. However, not to curse myself, but it seems that he has started to have at least two longer sleeping sessions during the night (between two and two and a half hours) which have definitely helped me in terms of lack of sleep. He is definitely growing/gaining weight. We have a doctor's appointment on Thursday and I am looking forward to seeing how much he weighs at just a little over a month post-birth.<br />
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Curtis has just started to focus on faces and I'm expecting smiles to be right around the corner. Most of the time he is content to hang out in someone's arms. He is not a fan of being put down and will only sleep for short periods of time in his bassinet or swing (very similar to his brother!). Every once in awhile he gets fussy being held and then a short amount of time laying on a blanket stretching out helps to make everything better!<br />
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Here are a few photos from the last month:<br />
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I don't know how to rotate this photo :) But here is one of the first open eye shots from the month.</div>
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Tiny fingers!</div>
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Curtis is going to be a finger chewer!</div>
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"What did you say?" Splayed fingers</div>
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This is the first time Wesley asked to hold his baby brother (please ignore Mommy's hair!)</div>
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Looking much more alert!</div>
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Wesley LOVED all of the mirrors in the place!</div>
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Getting ready for the first snip</div>
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"Hey, that tickles!"</div>
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Dapper little boy</div>
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Amazing... three years will turn THIS...</div>
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Wesley turned 3 on January 30 and we had his birthday party the following Saturday. It was a small affair, five adults besides Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma and two other little kids... but for three I'd say it was just about perfect! <br />
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On his actual birthday we had fun together making cupcakes... which we also enjoyed eating/demolishing!<br />
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He was SO excited about presents... but even more excited when he saw the balloons hanging on the wall! Apparently all you need for a birthday party are balloons for he has told us several times that he still has a birthday party (since we haven't taken all of the balloons down yet)!<br />
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Favorite presents include:<br />
A pirate ship<br />
Stickers<br />
Sesame Street PlaySet<br />
Puzzles<br />
Magnetic Animals<br />
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"Birthday Boy" with his adoring Daddy!</div>
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Yummy Curious George Cake... though he didn't eat much. He was too excited about presents!</div>
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The Birthday Boy with his "World's Best Little Brother"</div>
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1st Sponge Bath... we do NOT like having our clothes off.</div>
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Big brother taking a good look at his new little brother</div>
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Curtis had his first doctor's appointment the Thursday after he came home... He got a perfect bill of health and had gained an ounce and a half! Up to 6lbs 6.5oz!<br />
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On the examination table... again... we do NOT like being naked.</div>
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Cozy in his seat to come home from the doctor's office... much more comfy!</div>
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In the hosptial with Mommy... see... He's tiny!</div>
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One proud papa</div>
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In his first real clothes... ready to go home</div>
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All seated up!</div>
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What we came home to! Wesley is a coloring monster... who loves to "SMILE!" for the camera</div>
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With Grandma... I am SO THANKFUL she was/is here for the physical and moral (and food!) support</div>
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How the three of us have spent a lot of time since Curtis came home!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not surprisingly, more than two weeks have passed since your
birth and I am just now getting around to writing your birth story. I have also
hauled myself up in the bedroom, alone, with the laptop in the hopes that I can
get it typed in one quick bout rather than stretched over several days (which
is what will happen if your big brother has anything to do with it!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, there are so many details of my
pregnancy with you and first few days that I want to document and like most
second children (and remember, I’m one two!) they are going to slip away before
I get them down. But… your birth story is important Curtis. And deserves to be
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You were due tomorrow, Monday, January 28. All along I had
said that my biggest goal, besides having a healthy baby of course, was to have
you pick your own birthday. I didn’t want to be induced as I was with Wesley. I
also strongly felt that you were going to be late. I think I guessed Feb. 2
when someone asked. The morning of January 12 (which was a Saturday) I told
several people that as of Monday I would be more pregnant than I had ever been
before (since we induced your brother at exactly 38 weeks and I was then 37
weeks, 5 days)… not to be outdone, apparently, you chose January 12 as your
birthday. But I get ahead of myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it was a Saturday, your father was home and so Grandma
and I went to Walmart on our own, in part to shop for birthday presents for
your big brother. We walked around the store for over an hour and at one point
I told Grandma, “I could not put my knees together if I sat down,” because I
felt like your head was so low! We then called Daddy and decided that we were
going to go see The Hobbit at the movie theatre. From the very first Surround
Sound, you jumped inside my belly… and jumped several times during the movie as
well. Only time will tell if that means that you are an extreme Tolkien fan or
if you despise fantasy! By the end of the three hours in the somewhat hard
movie seat, my tailbone and you were done!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We came home, ate dinner, and watched the end of the Denver
Broncos first play-off game. Mommy is not a football fan but Grandma is and
since it’s our “home team” we watched… the Broncos lost in overtime to the
Ravens, which was not supposed to happen. Literally two minutes after they lost
(about 7pm) I felt a sharp downward pressure/pain and thought to myself, “I
just peed my pants!” I got up and went to the bathroom where it felt like I was
continuing to pee… since I couldn’t tell for sure what was happening I went
back to the living room (thinking to myself I KNOW I can control my bladder
standing in the living room) and yet I continued to “pee.” At that point it was
clear to me… my water had broken and I was leaking! That was definitely NOT the
way I had thought I would go into labor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Daddy and I hurried around the house gathering the last few
items that needed packed (luckily I had packed most of our bags earlier that
week) and kissing your big brother goodbye, telling him that by tomorrow he
might get to meet you. By the time we got in the car (about 7:30pm) I was
starting to cramp but didn’t feel like I was having contractions yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think we almost literally skipped into the hospital, up to
the maternity ward where I happily chirped “I think I’m having a baby. My water
broke.” I’m sure the nurses looked at me and the way I approached the desk and
thought, ‘Yeah, and you’re a long way off of having a baby!” But, they put me
in a room where I changed into a gown and got checked by the nurse. We listened
to your heartbeat (good and steady!). She confirmed that your water was indeed “ruptured”
and she took my blood pressure several times… and it was consistently too high.
All through my pregnancy this had been our fear and it hadn’t been the case. I
was worried about what this would mean for my plans of a natural labor and
delivery, since I knew I couldn’t labor laying on only one side or another when
the contractions got intense. It had definitely not been possible for me in my
labor with Wesley. Luckily, after having me lay on my left side for about
twenty minutes and realizing that my BP was not going down, the nurse told me
that I could lay any way I wanted and they’d just keep an eye on it. Hooray!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the next hour and a half the contractions got more
regular and more intense. In between them I watched a good portion of the
Vivien Leigh version of Streetcar Named Desire on tv… I turned it off shortly
after Brando yelled “STELLA!” up the stairs, as I was starting to need to focus
on what I was doing and the contractions were getting stronger and closer
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">About 9:45 the nurse came in and I told her that I was
having downward pressure. She commented that via the monitoring she could tell
that the contractions were, as she put it, “Not giving me any down time.” I
didn’t need a monitor to tell her that! She checked me at 10pm. When we checked
in I was 3 cm. I was now 5, but she said several times that your head was “right
there” and that all that had to happen was my cervix needed to engage and you
would “be here.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She called Jayne, my
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shortly afterwards I felt that I needed to push. I told Reid
to get me a cold washcloth and a basin to throw up in because I was in
transition. He got me both and I could tell the nurse knew it was time. About
10:20 Jayne showed up, took one look, stepped into the hallway and called out “We
need everything in here now!” I opened my eyes a little, looked and saw there
was no one standing at the end of the bed to do the proverbial catching of the
baby, and said very loudly “He’s coming!” followed by a few utterances of “I
can’t do this!” I was very surprised the next morning that your daddy didn’t
have a bruised hand from how hard I was squeezing it with each contraction. But
he stood there stoically and helped me through each one of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And luckily I was surrounded by strong, capable women who
know that I could do it and told me so. The nurse continually reminded me at
the start of each contraction to slow my breathing (and myself) down. Jayne
used helpful comments like “Curl yourself around the baby to push” and “Use low
guttural noises” when I was getting high and whimpery. Both of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>these suggestions actually helped a great
deal. I pushed for, at most, four contractions and you were born. The “ring of
fire” that women talk about for natural births is a really accurate description
and I actually thought of it as I was going through your crowning. But it didn’t
last for long and you were out lying on my chest. My first words when I saw you
were “He’s so tiny.” Jayne assured me that you weren’t and in fact that you
were “perfect.” The truth is you were only a few ounces less than your brother
at birth but we forget how tiny baby’s look when they are first born.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Getting checked out... perfect!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You were born at exactly 10:30pm… three and a half hours
from your water breaking to you being born! Both Jayne and the nurse, who have
undoubtedly seen hundreds if not thousands of births, agreed it went faster
than they had anticipated it going. The nurse kept saying “5 centimeters at
10pm!” As I was delivering the placenta, getting my one tiny stitch, and they
were checking your vitals, the nurse even told me “It’s a good thing I don’t
smoke any more or I’d be outside! My adrenaline is just now coming down.” Jayne
asked jokingly if we were planning to have more children because if so I would
need to come to the hospital at the first sign of discomfort! After all, Wesley’s
labor took 5 ½ hours. Yours took 3 ½! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-11734416923538464922012-10-31T21:55:00.000-06:002012-10-31T21:55:07.252-06:00Halloween at the NeilsensHalloween is not a terrifically huge holiday around our household. We hang a few decorations, buy a bag of candy, and generally have a costume for the little person of the house. But, after trick-or-treating this evening, I can see that Halloweens are going to become more and more fun the older our kiddos get.<br />
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Here are some photos of pumpkin preparation from this past weekend and today's events.<br />
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Wesley spent a little while rolling the pumpkin around on the kitchen floor... pumpkin weight training, so to speak.</div>
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Mommy thought it would be a good idea to draw a face before we jumped into carving... but Wesley decided that coloring was an even better idea than carving.</div>
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And really... could you argue with that face?</div>
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Here is Wesley the spider at his holiday party at daycare earlier today (a fellow parent is admiring his googly eyes).</div>
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Wesley on stage getting ready to tell the audience what he was dressed as... "a 'pider."</div>
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Stopping at "Mr. Jared's" house... we made this our first and last stop for trick-or-treating. I think about a quarter of all of Wes' candy came from Jared and Renee. They're very generous with the Wesley Spider (and note the yellow W on his back. It's the official marking of a Wesley spider).</div>
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Deciding which of the loot he wanted!</div>
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Wesley's big thing this Halloween. After about ten or so houses, he decided that he knew the ropes. As we would approach the foot of the drive-away he would turn to me (who had accompanied him to the doorway of the houses) and say "Mommy, stay back" (with a hand gesture if necessary). Apparently two years and nine months is old enough to go to the door of strangers and solicit candy all by himself... thank you very much.</div>
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Back at home, in our PJs, enjoying a piece of the loot with Mommy.</div>
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And lest you forget... baby Neilsen 2.0 is on the way as evidenced by the shirt I wore yesterday. Here I am at 27 weeks....</div>
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And look! It's actually me and not just a random pregnant belly!</div>
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Wesley helps Mommy decide on the face of the pumpkin... of course he then decided that coloring the pumpkin was more fun than this random idea of "carving." So... we have a fully intact but black markered pumpkin on our porch!<br />
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<span id="goog_405418067"></span><span id="goog_405418068">And here is one of Wesley trick-or-treating in action.</span>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-27363733500051706052012-10-21T22:58:00.002-06:002012-10-21T22:58:24.952-06:00I can't BELIEVE it!Here I am... back from the "other world" of non-blogging. I have no idea if I'll be able to keep this up with Robin Hood starting (I'm directing) and baby #2 due at the end of January (just before Wesley's third birthday). But... I look back on this blog fondly and frequently refer back to it for crucial pieces of information on Wesley's life as a baby. I want to be able to do that for more of his life and for this next one. So... here we go.<br />
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Wesley was "making me lunch" one morning before school... future culinary artist like his daddy? Perhaps! </div>
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Wesley insisted one day on wearing "his" headband (one of mine that he found in a bathroom drawer) to school. He apparently wore it all morning, through naptime, and only had to take it off when he started drawing in his snack with it. The dogs are gratuitous in this shot but cute!</div>
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Wesley was a two-fisted candy eater at the ASU Homecoming Parade.</div>
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Wesley decided he needed to wear a kitchen towel as a head scarf so that he too could be a pirate... the shorts over the pants were his teacher's way of keeping the loaner pants he was wearing on (the shorts are his). It worked... and he didn't seem to mind the insult to his style at all as he kept both shorts and pants on until bathtime.</div>
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This was just today at the park... a groupe of kids that were there before we got there made a huge leaf pile and then abandoned it when they left... Wesley and two little girls who were also there made sure it didn't go to waste! Look at that smile!</div>
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Throwing leaves!</div>
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This was this evening... back at the park. He was pretending he was "stuck" and calling for Mommy and Daddy to come save him. </div>
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"Peek-a-boo!"</div>
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Wesley, Daddy, and the doggies (Tater is behind Reid) on the "River Walk."</div>
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Some of my favorite things that Wesley is saying/doing right now...<br />
The other morning, he requested that rather than going to school he wanted to go to outer space. We got in our "rocket" (the car) and he counted down from five to zero (with a bit of help from Mommy... going backwards with his numbers is tricky!) and then yelled "Blast-off!" As we drove he would periodically call out "Outer space, where are you?" He was not terribly pleased when outer space turned out to, indeed, be the parking lot of his daycare.<br />
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He will run ahead of me and then turn back and say, "Wait for me, mommy."<br />
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He will hold up a finger and exclaim, "I have an idea."<br />
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He will stop, cock his head, and say "Hey. I hear subing." It could be a dog barking, a car, a bird, etc... apparently his hearing is a-okay.<br />
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He frequently narrates his emotional state, telling us "No. I not (whatever it is we're asking). I mad."<br />
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He LOVES to put coins in his piggy bank and will ask his father on a regular basis for coins. He has, on more than one occasion, brought me my purse to go searching for coins in my wallet as well.<br />
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Alright... I think that's enough for now. I don't want to overdo it after all!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-5155397567899128112011-07-07T09:15:00.004-06:002011-07-07T09:21:50.005-06:00For my memory...I know that this blog has basically become defunct. I did a long post with pictures in May that somehow disappeared. But I need to jot down a few things that have happened since March... and hopefully this post won't also disappeared. Then if I ever get in front of my laptop at home again I'll upload some photos for this post too.<br /><br />First, Wesley took his first unassisted steps on April 22. He is now running around like a crazy toddler who has been walking all his life.<br /><br />Two, at his 15 month appointment back in the beginning of May, he weighed 17 lbs, 14.5 oz... he was in the 2nd percentile weight. He was 31 1/2" tall, making him in the 50th percentile for height. I just took him back to the doctor last week for a weight check and he is 18lbs 12oz, having fallen back off the chart but still gaining (rising with the chart, just below it). We also put him on Singulair in order to hopefully help with his allergy-like symptoms. He also had his blood drawn at his 15 month appointment to make sure that everything is ok (since he's so skinny). All was fine except his iron levels were low so he is now also on iron drops.<br /><br />He cut his first set of molars on the top last week, bringing his teeth count to 10. However, his eye teeth on top are also poking through so he'll soon have 12!!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-66650525320858353722011-04-12T13:33:00.003-06:002011-07-07T09:21:03.920-06:00Mid-AprilSo, here we are in mid-April. That means that Wesley is 14 and a half months old! It's funny how we never think we'll forget things... but we always do. So, I wanted to chronicle just a few things that Wesley is doing right now so that I don't forget them.<br /><br />One thing Wesley is not doing yet is walking. He is creeping along the edges of furniture. He'll hold on to something with the most cavalier nature, with just a few fingers grasping the edge of the piece of furniture or your fingers. But so far, he hasn't dared himself to let go and walk... yet. He is, however, climbing like he was born to. He gets up (and back down) from the sofa. He has successfully climbed the piano bench. He not only climbs the two step footstool in the kitchen but will push it around the kitchen, climbing onto the kitchen table and the counters. He LOVES the stairs and will go up and down them as many times as we let him in. In fact, if he puts at the babygate to the stairs and we tell him "No, not right now" he will throw himself down on the floor in a most pathetic little puddle (sometimes even backing it up with real tears).<br /><br />Wesley is communicating more and more every day. He can successfully say mama, dada, that a dog says "wa-wa" and a cow says "moo." He makes the sign for "all done" (though it honestly means "I'm bored" as he makes it when he's in his high chair and wants down even if he's still hungry). He waves hello and goodbye and nods his head yes in agreement. He'll hold a book up wanting you to read it (even if you've read it multiple times to him already). My favorite is that he and I created a signal for nursing. He looks at me and then pats his chest with both hands. Much better than pulling down my tank top at Walmart!<br /><br />He is doing a great job of being gentle with our pets and is understanding perrimeters more and more. In fact, he will now look at the dogs' water bowl and then look at us before heading towards it. And when we tell him no, most of the time he'll just head off in a different direction rather than trying to splash in it!<br /><br />He LOVES reading books together and will sit through just about as many you will read to him. Some of his favorite titles include "Hurry, Hurry", "101 Dalmations" (which we've nicknamed "Pepper", the main character) and "Can You?" a book of questions about things that animals can do (such as "Can you stand tall like a meerkat?").<br /><br />He will eat just about anything, though he still doesn't eat much at any one sitting. We went to a Japanese restaurant this past weekend while in Denver and he loved both the gyoza and the gari! As both are very strong flavors I was pretty surprised. His favorite vegetable is definitely green beans and so far the kid hasn't met a fruit he didn't like!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-74565681805103167252011-03-12T23:14:00.003-07:002011-03-12T23:22:36.492-07:00Cute Wesley Mid-MarchHere are some cute Wesley pictures!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLDxBDUrGfkz5I1AqVoiYu1SoGMAyyZqgmCywYKPxAIC7CrsWp0d9GDORx7BYU1tB2w9hlDHZPRDPDJZQJY_WmPxzjgpf1cerARoa74Fu3DCRS7O7LNC8DBiuRtmI0pLlXImIq_NfGMI/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583445268139338530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLDxBDUrGfkz5I1AqVoiYu1SoGMAyyZqgmCywYKPxAIC7CrsWp0d9GDORx7BYU1tB2w9hlDHZPRDPDJZQJY_WmPxzjgpf1cerARoa74Fu3DCRS7O7LNC8DBiuRtmI0pLlXImIq_NfGMI/s320/054.JPG" /></a>It was warm today... so we did what all little boys do! We went outside and played in the dirt!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie03wxdhRbLvKhQ9UojFoNJpHbBTpbmwG9NAts77SlIhqiAXcqFwTO8JtZe0i2-EznNiEiZSMdMxQ5N3IWGTW_zKAGRLnM_iU_CaAx1y-yC-qCup6dPU5qnJ0XeY_rxwbqmvfFWFrQJO4/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583445260310328850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie03wxdhRbLvKhQ9UojFoNJpHbBTpbmwG9NAts77SlIhqiAXcqFwTO8JtZe0i2-EznNiEiZSMdMxQ5N3IWGTW_zKAGRLnM_iU_CaAx1y-yC-qCup6dPU5qnJ0XeY_rxwbqmvfFWFrQJO4/s320/025.JPG" /></a> Cool dude! Referring of course to his penguin sweater!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChULWrHMZZQTp17uxBZy13FxIegoV8xDoaaz_D_DYJd_Tnnuz4hoIUIvTQEWnVyEXxWnlrJr7SqrzDSAxOTQuL6B58J0Zaxxlz5MgMuJD70RFwsXmqlGcasCJlcbKYRLYxkZ7MPe3_Q0/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583445257879560914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChULWrHMZZQTp17uxBZy13FxIegoV8xDoaaz_D_DYJd_Tnnuz4hoIUIvTQEWnVyEXxWnlrJr7SqrzDSAxOTQuL6B58J0Zaxxlz5MgMuJD70RFwsXmqlGcasCJlcbKYRLYxkZ7MPe3_Q0/s320/024.JPG" /></a> Look where Wesley can climb up to! He pushed the footstool over and climbs from it onto the table. At this point he was going through the mail for us! (please ignore the purple shirt with red head scarf... I promise I don't go out like this!)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjE7beggShq3onv9aw-w0JANWP2NknrkeaKIo1U1LVrnhigr4B9y-gRwzfKOXN5_k5x641S3d0iRSozLiNc5PEQ_YaTG6Kr5hWKVapmfOB-1VUNJsY6I9eQOOvc4X5nfVypkcgdP3De9k/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583445256580926882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjE7beggShq3onv9aw-w0JANWP2NknrkeaKIo1U1LVrnhigr4B9y-gRwzfKOXN5_k5x641S3d0iRSozLiNc5PEQ_YaTG6Kr5hWKVapmfOB-1VUNJsY6I9eQOOvc4X5nfVypkcgdP3De9k/s320/001.JPG" /></a> "I'm tough!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbJhD2nb0HTfRqhQdn4Q9DK-zW2RG9kCyZ0QX290p91OwXJjQrgt9CJ7OU5LIKTi-sOjm_UbCHVTAqS-mHztT6dup432UbAGTsAVfyK2I02jyEJqYItm2hX1GYxfEQdHzJ4n5Kry5rwk/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583445252328021714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbJhD2nb0HTfRqhQdn4Q9DK-zW2RG9kCyZ0QX290p91OwXJjQrgt9CJ7OU5LIKTi-sOjm_UbCHVTAqS-mHztT6dup432UbAGTsAVfyK2I02jyEJqYItm2hX1GYxfEQdHzJ4n5Kry5rwk/s320/002.JPG" /></a> And cute!</div></div></div></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-3993425761660034942011-03-03T13:55:00.005-07:002011-03-05T14:04:19.328-07:00Another Month Down...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULH8zsH4YD7mAknbn9L9n81V-ZjfRqecaMNuUDqi2YhDyVfl7jr7O7bAQoIpN2l1rjW4qWclzVdlfVHKGJo824E_Qa7p5MVXGEuRXTOQboMtGfm7u7ORr6-f__zwsjkGYf7ZKXZfO8R8/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580703060481548418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULH8zsH4YD7mAknbn9L9n81V-ZjfRqecaMNuUDqi2YhDyVfl7jr7O7bAQoIpN2l1rjW4qWclzVdlfVHKGJo824E_Qa7p5MVXGEuRXTOQboMtGfm7u7ORr6-f__zwsjkGYf7ZKXZfO8R8/s320/037.JPG" /></a> Wesley takes his job as remote holder very seriously.</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left">And no more posts. Already, so I'm just officially a bad blogger.<br /><br />Being away from Wesley for the week of the Festival was hard... but not as hard as I thought it would be. He and Reid got into a schedule that worked for both of them. He apparently only woke up in the middle of the night the first night and after that slept soundly (proof that he doesn't NEED to nurse in the middle of the night... he just likes to some nights). I, however, did not sleep all that well while I was there which I think is pretty funny. I had a whole bed to myself, no husband or baby to disturb me and yet I tossed and turned... guess I need them as much (or more) than they need me!<br /><br />I got back very late Saturday night from the conference and slipped into bed with Wesley. He didn't wake up. Sunday morning, he rolled over and smiled up at me like I had never been missing. The next week at school for him was a little challenging as he cried every time I left him.<br /><br />He had his 12 month check-up on the Monday after I got back. In retrospect, this was not a good time to schedule a physical that includes a weight check, since he hadn't been regularly nursing and had been stressed. At the exam, he was 30.5" tall (up from 29" at his 9 month check-up) and only 16lbs7oz (a weight gain of 6 oz. since his 9 month). So, he is still in the 50-75th percentile for height and has officially fallen off the scale for weight. We've scheduled another weight check at the end of March and he'll hopefully (with mommy here so he has no reason to stress) be back on the scale by then!<br /><br />However, his health has not been positively contributing to his weight gain. Last Monday he was back at the doctor's office. He had a blown ear drum from an ear infection. He was prescribed oral antibiotics and ear drops. He only had a temperature of a little over 100 so we thought that would clear it up. Wednesday afternoon his daycare provider called me to tell me that he had a fever of 103.5. We kept him home from school the next day (after a very restless night). He was doing better in the morning but by afternoon had worsened. Around 4:30 he started vomiting. So, despite the hour, we called his pediatrician who let us bring him in. We were there until 6pm. They swabbed him for influenza (negative) and then gave him an injected antibiotic. He went back to the doctor the next day for one more dose of the injected antibiotic. By Friday evening his fever had broken and he was, indeed, on the mend. We started him back on the oral antibiotic Saturday which he's been on ever since. He still has a runny nose but it is all back to being clear which is a good sign and he's back to being his perky, high energy self. He hates the oral antibiotic but luckily this evening will be his last dose and hopefully he'll be healthy for awhile! Of course... Reid is now home sick so I'm not going to hold my breath. Wait... maybe I should hold my breath so that I don't get sick!<br /><br />And that brings us up to now. Wes turned 13 months just a few days ago. He is so interesting! He mimicks a lot of our behavior now; things like waving hello and goodbye, cocking his head as if to say "I'm so cute," etc. He is walking while holding onto our fingers with increasing confidence and every once in awhile will forget what he's doing and let go of furniture standing all by himself. But... so far, no walking on his own. That will come in its own time.</div><br /><br />He still loves music and most of his favorite toys include some sort of musical component. He also loves electronics and has managed to use my cell phone to both call my mom and text message my brother-in-law!<br /><br />He's not much of an eater. It's not that he's picky in that he'll eat almost anything... but only about five or six bites at a time. He lets you know he's done with it by taking a bite and then spitting it back out at you. And this week he has learned that the dogs are under his chair. He throws them pieces of food off his tray and then giggles hysterically as they run around and get it... so much for having skinny beagles! He does love fruit of all varieties and has yet to meet a bean he didn't like.<br /><br />He has started to show his frustration when things don't go his way. That generally results in a meltdown that includes crying, putting his head either in his hands or on the floor. Luckily they don't last for very long. He is pretty easily distracted.<br /><br /><br />He loves looking at pictures of his loved ones. In fact, we can't walk by the wall of pictures or the calendar of he and his cousin without stopping to identify people.<br /><br /><br />He is a major climber! If we let him, he climbs into the fridge. He also loves to use the two step footstool to climb onto the kitchen table. So far we've been right there every time he's done it... hopefully it'll stay that way. He climbs up and down off the sofas like a pro and is mastering climbing onto the footstool and then onto the sofa from that. Also, if we move his high chair down to a lower setting he can climb into that himself. All of that to say, look out Cousin Raley! You'll have a climbing buddy soon!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh024Bc8vcIxHxGi8rupAAbrohlfwtPpScfkwFD0Lb_wBwOdoFDFXPACn5fgvOPmfsBjzeOjMaZ1VwhK-3eX80G5Yy7sRabhrXldEQks9blrYRemdL4rb-pFPaBOFpmoSj0nTVMbJpkuX4/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580703055674377554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh024Bc8vcIxHxGi8rupAAbrohlfwtPpScfkwFD0Lb_wBwOdoFDFXPACn5fgvOPmfsBjzeOjMaZ1VwhK-3eX80G5Yy7sRabhrXldEQks9blrYRemdL4rb-pFPaBOFpmoSj0nTVMbJpkuX4/s320/025.JPG" /></a> Wesley "helping" with the toilet paper...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibr6gzXuzTRgnSDZTtmhz7uaPqzMvjZ6eh9jBs73K2lsY3V7YmV5dDguulYVTTrw2z3_roGI2AY7I939C-TprTy8c2Y5Mx7hc9lTql7my1OVlp5RmuRc4wMyjcjAX5hSq-VI_VaH-qCwA/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580702096295745026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibr6gzXuzTRgnSDZTtmhz7uaPqzMvjZ6eh9jBs73K2lsY3V7YmV5dDguulYVTTrw2z3_roGI2AY7I939C-TprTy8c2Y5Mx7hc9lTql7my1OVlp5RmuRc4wMyjcjAX5hSq-VI_VaH-qCwA/s320/001.JPG" /></a>One of the only times he wore his winter coat... it's just too bulky. He can't put his arms down!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRED3t0ZpAdXCFMrWdoQ5K5TzWaxQ84qymwz9I2YErVPmH5EEtFFlFxss4OMEZhGw_5iWE4AiVBX9PeHWSMBhuE4up4bDBRvks6vTcAPoXpxavmYj_9WDRG8Sfs89r-WQraVN9HS1FHBk/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580702090129854498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRED3t0ZpAdXCFMrWdoQ5K5TzWaxQ84qymwz9I2YErVPmH5EEtFFlFxss4OMEZhGw_5iWE4AiVBX9PeHWSMBhuE4up4bDBRvks6vTcAPoXpxavmYj_9WDRG8Sfs89r-WQraVN9HS1FHBk/s320/009.JPG" /></a> Wesley "helping" to reorganize the shelving unit next to the backdoor. "My work here is done."<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5YEe516ClubbqpybV4OI1eTxPuU3fdSritdvZ8ptWbb9cswUGGl34uCSfaUFe3xVM7SJiNyhGJuTYnZrpXrHdYR-WAD76pp8SMkr5lUcQ5Q5S_BCwnZf7olFne757FvByjheP_0V9TNg/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580702084324281554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5YEe516ClubbqpybV4OI1eTxPuU3fdSritdvZ8ptWbb9cswUGGl34uCSfaUFe3xVM7SJiNyhGJuTYnZrpXrHdYR-WAD76pp8SMkr5lUcQ5Q5S_BCwnZf7olFne757FvByjheP_0V9TNg/s320/014.JPG" /></a> Messy faced baby!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTehYGEyHSVBmPs1BuZSixXDrIAr0mEyPlKI8R2Kr50X4W03mZTFisw-6TF__G7pcLEMutwE5_qnCR52SJzSFQNGOKA2ZF7bDORVx1rs3BKvQg0Qn3TFu1DFwFGjs8djSh6C1Ey9RP8gc/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580702081416645618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTehYGEyHSVBmPs1BuZSixXDrIAr0mEyPlKI8R2Kr50X4W03mZTFisw-6TF__G7pcLEMutwE5_qnCR52SJzSFQNGOKA2ZF7bDORVx1rs3BKvQg0Qn3TFu1DFwFGjs8djSh6C1Ey9RP8gc/s320/017.JPG" /></a> Wesley, sleeping sideways on our bed!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8jnxhjjuAYnPd5tQdVqUAJkW08CVkqswXbisnVmeVnvXI6C2otjUQZrBNsbd7SsBKue8R3s2IjwLYHgPNxNSJ3JmTkYLBSnlhhTRIpvqs-smULXOR5JTPySjQGv1fxEBmglLVtWS2yo/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580702076814493346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8jnxhjjuAYnPd5tQdVqUAJkW08CVkqswXbisnVmeVnvXI6C2otjUQZrBNsbd7SsBKue8R3s2IjwLYHgPNxNSJ3JmTkYLBSnlhhTRIpvqs-smULXOR5JTPySjQGv1fxEBmglLVtWS2yo/s320/023.JPG" /></a> Doing "snort face."<br /><br />One of my favorite photos...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNu_mP0rwt1VFZlGJJ2pX0XZNMI1eETHzYO-2iCMHrlrpOQpFtafokuYfnGLXn9GNyzqjkrrMRAa3eOnsxm-N0XPbKA6yqs7obd5cLRYcTmb1iGbxQOnvYZ0hBw-iDAaghIb-AYJdMv0/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580703051034774786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNu_mP0rwt1VFZlGJJ2pX0XZNMI1eETHzYO-2iCMHrlrpOQpFtafokuYfnGLXn9GNyzqjkrrMRAa3eOnsxm-N0XPbKA6yqs7obd5cLRYcTmb1iGbxQOnvYZ0hBw-iDAaghIb-AYJdMv0/s320/026.JPG" /></a> Ninja in the fridge! </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-15330933064791031472011-02-07T17:42:00.004-07:002011-02-07T18:09:18.224-07:00Wes' BirthdayHere are some photos of Wes' birthday... we certainly had fun!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm9WOeaqnBnfkO6hxqvPza4cKTtsq8IMv7O6fD0UgEPsFg2zkYOn7lKl9gkvgLzuMnOU5FN_1kSZvri7i4sLrAUyvTkQwuVFRHPFle14gSnGLpMy6zMnlEA7RGMOYdC-T2JoB1PLkXuY/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114405905729874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm9WOeaqnBnfkO6hxqvPza4cKTtsq8IMv7O6fD0UgEPsFg2zkYOn7lKl9gkvgLzuMnOU5FN_1kSZvri7i4sLrAUyvTkQwuVFRHPFle14gSnGLpMy6zMnlEA7RGMOYdC-T2JoB1PLkXuY/s320/041.JPG" /></a>"What am I supposed to do with this?"<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzOf5wGN-lrGGE9JCWGkAaOofFKHIA9aJpmLrX2PmuR56MVf04AviJCkBi6mxrwQYMa7TnxAHrgcqkIvXxtq7cVIp7Mssz3g772tE_SBRhA_gLl86JcqMjstME1UF__XOmxyKWxF32sc/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114399236389586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzOf5wGN-lrGGE9JCWGkAaOofFKHIA9aJpmLrX2PmuR56MVf04AviJCkBi6mxrwQYMa7TnxAHrgcqkIvXxtq7cVIp7Mssz3g772tE_SBRhA_gLl86JcqMjstME1UF__XOmxyKWxF32sc/s320/042.JPG" /></a>"Hmmm... this tastes good!"<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictmfOzhUGcJHFWzxaCpsRtDBozLa_WlV34KRKllvHGJpoOLl-pIFJismrNKzpcG47DVSjJ0lL2qkx4rKXCaL4dgJkAt201J8udVozvsA8vR45nNY6BHYUE_jRZ-xU4keKqTo2OHUbib4/s1600/057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114393206437186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictmfOzhUGcJHFWzxaCpsRtDBozLa_WlV34KRKllvHGJpoOLl-pIFJismrNKzpcG47DVSjJ0lL2qkx4rKXCaL4dgJkAt201J8udVozvsA8vR45nNY6BHYUE_jRZ-xU4keKqTo2OHUbib4/s320/057.JPG" /></a> Rockin' the icing moustache and goatee<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBi9vulxw1-Qmx54ml_qH_B0gqpLZRoYu8YJYypzHttI4Kwz248CcV_FfMPuqhPwBVqDeIkgsXFGr8IEHN0G2U_QttGm7J-rucsbqqdY9wJDgvlrfNLzyV3-crzLZZyptptSRnjK3Eoo/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114387870273218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBi9vulxw1-Qmx54ml_qH_B0gqpLZRoYu8YJYypzHttI4Kwz248CcV_FfMPuqhPwBVqDeIkgsXFGr8IEHN0G2U_QttGm7J-rucsbqqdY9wJDgvlrfNLzyV3-crzLZZyptptSRnjK3Eoo/s320/061.JPG" /></a> "I'll take another!"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcSAy9eXZ1dzL_TkXvno3w2QkRQFYPkr8Cf91u4d9sANPc1yy-887T__T7uCMz0nFdQVDWYR2b_FfqwM4ubXgSmNEnffMpQbV4zlq2DS3c9EkW_PAcmKGhgKDnpmAUc6EX6RbqBjC-UM/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114378681384946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcSAy9eXZ1dzL_TkXvno3w2QkRQFYPkr8Cf91u4d9sANPc1yy-887T__T7uCMz0nFdQVDWYR2b_FfqwM4ubXgSmNEnffMpQbV4zlq2DS3c9EkW_PAcmKGhgKDnpmAUc6EX6RbqBjC-UM/s320/067.JPG" /></a> Wesley LOVES his piano... he frequently plays it with his drumstick :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oT83A8bE_zHcZpFYNgOUiEFIuHCxLAs7vRn4NEMXySHY-E580cMSB_YIR421QILlaqCMnERPY-sddGj9ez2OVpfnXCerhlIzd9M6EtJONZ9Vsq82Ze8kG8WwASfwQxGZ6rO1JNRa9mE/s1600/113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571115827442941538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oT83A8bE_zHcZpFYNgOUiEFIuHCxLAs7vRn4NEMXySHY-E580cMSB_YIR421QILlaqCMnERPY-sddGj9ez2OVpfnXCerhlIzd9M6EtJONZ9Vsq82Ze8kG8WwASfwQxGZ6rO1JNRa9mE/s320/113.JPG" /></a>Playing under a chair with presents on top of it... The boy can amuse himself! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5ChH9YtwZyq9Vp3gRzOIr1nb_eo0a60-5PbX0zpZIS7FzPH5bfm1XlXis6zUngf3PdZrj-5WMVvNjCxedEaZlsJadvkOV_yD-8osENIR-KcNz9LAKjcKCXRGZzsbMAFYnf_iPCDTPmU/s1600/106.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571115814951730386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5ChH9YtwZyq9Vp3gRzOIr1nb_eo0a60-5PbX0zpZIS7FzPH5bfm1XlXis6zUngf3PdZrj-5WMVvNjCxedEaZlsJadvkOV_yD-8osENIR-KcNz9LAKjcKCXRGZzsbMAFYnf_iPCDTPmU/s320/106.JPG" /></a> Playing with his portable train and track from Aunt Sarah and Uncle Dan<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrkv_vI2oNMxTdGhsI1kJ-YnI4VnxiwHW-8g5SiHOAJ2MomdlNUiyfoy9aRD8-ZQ7GfuXyzXzOV3d7mpcjkS0tm6G1rjvfw7zRDsjz9NlpPJMEfjwpM9bTVumoBoWzyjQP_-zEIHIemg/s1600/095.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571115813823170658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrkv_vI2oNMxTdGhsI1kJ-YnI4VnxiwHW-8g5SiHOAJ2MomdlNUiyfoy9aRD8-ZQ7GfuXyzXzOV3d7mpcjkS0tm6G1rjvfw7zRDsjz9NlpPJMEfjwpM9bTVumoBoWzyjQP_-zEIHIemg/s320/095.JPG" /></a> More presents for me??<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBgcjs1n8TnAKsqZoHD66fYd93uPlbCESHqu7_NSUw5GD-rJfHqbrbNSCnrcP-m6UhrTPB4rGX886VD5MYc8vmCgHHyziArSf8Ci-BKkk_PZqqF1ktgfFAhbqhVhPBYY8wcHUe1uGTW8/s1600/083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571115800136912930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBgcjs1n8TnAKsqZoHD66fYd93uPlbCESHqu7_NSUw5GD-rJfHqbrbNSCnrcP-m6UhrTPB4rGX886VD5MYc8vmCgHHyziArSf8Ci-BKkk_PZqqF1ktgfFAhbqhVhPBYY8wcHUe1uGTW8/s320/083.JPG" /></a> </div>"Thanks for the paper!"</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKEapZ2NC2WZA8S0QJwqNULHsjXTqKY-MXcuusfQ2FDK8fs2QtQsBPweUYz2QTIwR3_ZUHCw7SMRJiJzRwqLVksJxtzGjJpeOde3nTcIP-RuKxBPtP5Ap6Jr8t3vixjuJAw3FiSY2oZ4/s1600/086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571115802404699794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKEapZ2NC2WZA8S0QJwqNULHsjXTqKY-MXcuusfQ2FDK8fs2QtQsBPweUYz2QTIwR3_ZUHCw7SMRJiJzRwqLVksJxtzGjJpeOde3nTcIP-RuKxBPtP5Ap6Jr8t3vixjuJAw3FiSY2oZ4/s320/086.JPG" /></a> "I really love to eat it mommy!"</div><div> </div><div align="left">I finally got Wes' one year pictures taken today. For once I bought the CD (along with a bazillion prints). So, I'll post some of them when the CD comes in a few weeks. I think they turned out really well.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Tomorrow I head to Cheyenne, Wyoming (about six hours away) for the Rocky Mountain Theatre Association's festival. Though excited to see some good theatre and to present Two Rooms (the show I directed last fall which was chosen as a showcase performance for Friday night), I am beside myself with how much I am going to miss Wesley... oh, and Reid too. :) Reid, however, I can talk to on the phone. Wesley's cuddles and impish grins don't translate much over the telephone. We're going to try to Skype, if there is time and if our connection here at home will let us. But, as the grandparents know, that just isn't the same either. I'm worried he's going to feel like I'm abandoning him ('cause I am!). I'm worried that he'll go on a nursing strike when I get home and decide he's done nursing (which I am not ready to give up all together). I'm worried that at night when he's used to nursing he'll be incolosable for Reid and neither of them will get much sleep. I don't have a choice... but I can't wait for Saturday to get here so I can come home to both of them!<br /><br /></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-57593387851000984012011-01-31T19:59:00.006-07:002011-02-01T14:23:17.959-07:00To Make Up...To make up for the lack of photos in December and January... here are a whole bunch from the middle of January to Wes' birthday, all told from Wesley's point of view. Birthday photos to follow in another post.<br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvpfbdKKJjPjp8ljGvMs_LcRDKy-sbL6X9vZ2JZ_nPIObAGUoyu9qaelIzZ8mj1mC5k4aTjpTU301eEUF2NoNgk1MLUq9LnGAeQJLEY1-EqWL7qB1xo0nn3ieejCS2IrPEXsyze2QOKk/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568556888804384322" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvpfbdKKJjPjp8ljGvMs_LcRDKy-sbL6X9vZ2JZ_nPIObAGUoyu9qaelIzZ8mj1mC5k4aTjpTU301eEUF2NoNgk1MLUq9LnGAeQJLEY1-EqWL7qB1xo0nn3ieejCS2IrPEXsyze2QOKk/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yum! This guitar is yummy...<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdT5_g_smcAXIRp2nK01w1x-UFQKzeuEuEwqfwYrlzr-meK7i5WeaKfKhZpwLEUz_zl2bBcymxWjXFXKyBykmR7wnaMRqO5qWaxOgHCEuJDUyyt3Zhz9p1jotP8lBDoJERmxo_u8DhsI/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568556898460554850" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdT5_g_smcAXIRp2nK01w1x-UFQKzeuEuEwqfwYrlzr-meK7i5WeaKfKhZpwLEUz_zl2bBcymxWjXFXKyBykmR7wnaMRqO5qWaxOgHCEuJDUyyt3Zhz9p1jotP8lBDoJERmxo_u8DhsI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wait, I'm NOT supposed to eat the guitar? Artistic differences...<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvyQsxXh6J7XoJYY0UhL-ivgvIsjHY-cAcxx_pystvaRMIiAU7ly-BJPh1Rm6JthIzKlaGJyEN24sJHSDb7QRoSzrAcTJ86E7iRhy0R3UEN5gFrIcy75aAnk9Ub8cjLJKvBF2XFs0i0iw/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568554449147161170" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvyQsxXh6J7XoJYY0UhL-ivgvIsjHY-cAcxx_pystvaRMIiAU7ly-BJPh1Rm6JthIzKlaGJyEN24sJHSDb7QRoSzrAcTJ86E7iRhy0R3UEN5gFrIcy75aAnk9Ub8cjLJKvBF2XFs0i0iw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a>I REALLY want your computer...<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjyRcE1dFkrau3OzXDjV-b7M6gAMRa5zil3ZGN7hU42MEEKa8zt6tr0IIQ4ZQid-Xn9HkVBQ4e8CHRzvVZzQZbd2fWrvt_Ix0JkTk7eCtOaZuXYRw-zTl7wYDMsEkg24Y63RfZN2nv9M/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568554458073567602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjyRcE1dFkrau3OzXDjV-b7M6gAMRa5zil3ZGN7hU42MEEKa8zt6tr0IIQ4ZQid-Xn9HkVBQ4e8CHRzvVZzQZbd2fWrvt_Ix0JkTk7eCtOaZuXYRw-zTl7wYDMsEkg24Y63RfZN2nv9M/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a>How about if I distract you by wearing my right hand as a hat... that way you won't notice my left hand grabbing this cord!<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2MNly3VL94dUIEe6SYBK2AKEUSXk-ofuyPqYTDK9Wpc7SeaQAC2vRMvI1DJnNeczwBdLTy7L0dgtAxaJeBrsOnMYsj2uia5sY7EblcH2No8cvSk6fsuJOE1JJBGB1JkvLfFmywvMJLk/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568554439621122546" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2MNly3VL94dUIEe6SYBK2AKEUSXk-ofuyPqYTDK9Wpc7SeaQAC2vRMvI1DJnNeczwBdLTy7L0dgtAxaJeBrsOnMYsj2uia5sY7EblcH2No8cvSk6fsuJOE1JJBGB1JkvLfFmywvMJLk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a>Oh Gollum... you're so misunderstood...<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASoyTzdCFALA4zXGAvmiLPbt5CiadhT2qB1G9p3xAR5DG3hbw_YPycDs-79JAV9rYe1kbj-3bIZOxv8z-OZQplnKdusP4Lt3wJ3TjMKxRkRbC7kplRqSDsQ5XZIeyWwVkFEbohWztkaA/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568554434181815906" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASoyTzdCFALA4zXGAvmiLPbt5CiadhT2qB1G9p3xAR5DG3hbw_YPycDs-79JAV9rYe1kbj-3bIZOxv8z-OZQplnKdusP4Lt3wJ3TjMKxRkRbC7kplRqSDsQ5XZIeyWwVkFEbohWztkaA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tricksy Hobbitses!<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvw_03zuSPhDDigS0Jv2FDiJ5xCUZrfUUqu3PAHTm1aSZJV5upV0DyYDhmthuRlyYOccRMdcoYdynKejpHEW3WygHyMw-1Es9LHfH-TzXuBFqEHqr_hkc8Sy3GeakLiAclh3ijfG3ZbE/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568554393843992754" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvw_03zuSPhDDigS0Jv2FDiJ5xCUZrfUUqu3PAHTm1aSZJV5upV0DyYDhmthuRlyYOccRMdcoYdynKejpHEW3WygHyMw-1Es9LHfH-TzXuBFqEHqr_hkc8Sy3GeakLiAclh3ijfG3ZbE/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is what I think of Social Security (and probably about what it will be by the time Wes is old enough to collect it)...<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDgBvpKV0sXaAwjQ4HGPX5tw0FG3if26wjUwkz8GEz6aj3JawTAt3wHOuDnWoPOkwwjOMFFDPK702l2WQOh-SElHsQxdGGaNl-4tWa6uTbkeDbBwZmQgF2MoYApU3CchEnBJHT0a7wcY/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568552284270764978" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDgBvpKV0sXaAwjQ4HGPX5tw0FG3if26wjUwkz8GEz6aj3JawTAt3wHOuDnWoPOkwwjOMFFDPK702l2WQOh-SElHsQxdGGaNl-4tWa6uTbkeDbBwZmQgF2MoYApU3CchEnBJHT0a7wcY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aren't my striped PJs SOOOO cute? I look like a little person and not a baby at all!<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozKCcTYCFZqpnrCh3Mc3E_CoChB9kM_DyrljRYGr8RWIMWrAE6H5etMbNHr44j4VcUlDbZVHIfgMc5juqfQCV2A1Et8fdXx6XdR1UGCog8hLzxayxB3P9PadbsFWWf2Yd-FDzckvzMEo/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568552253378092658" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozKCcTYCFZqpnrCh3Mc3E_CoChB9kM_DyrljRYGr8RWIMWrAE6H5etMbNHr44j4VcUlDbZVHIfgMc5juqfQCV2A1Et8fdXx6XdR1UGCog8hLzxayxB3P9PadbsFWWf2Yd-FDzckvzMEo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a>A box from Aunt Sarah = Best present EVER!<br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OFOSN3cTusaoy3aIgzKK8tbiDCQl_d7Q63b4LNlcRu0m7wxIv5RGblQdFM_BTZUWnNwuxMTYJ_TGlnjGkZT-ZChRSTsiq_8mIMhZKd-e92GgAPQXZtMQyRd8vKNr91MRUr4G_4E1Hrc/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568552273180820130" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OFOSN3cTusaoy3aIgzKK8tbiDCQl_d7Q63b4LNlcRu0m7wxIv5RGblQdFM_BTZUWnNwuxMTYJ_TGlnjGkZT-ZChRSTsiq_8mIMhZKd-e92GgAPQXZtMQyRd8vKNr91MRUr4G_4E1Hrc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a>Don't disturb me... I'm practicing my Bach!<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrN_IlmKVk4YhIVXDpSj2Y7LUIjY-5bEl8xJpTGJ1K_yuPFtSlT8axDqMfZ3o7y0kpr_qMpfdraPlPeX1RBFtZf7i2-D_zZMbEhLW1ExnMkjrMai_QCTq2DADDmcUtikaSmpETdxIzKVs/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568552265305249842" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrN_IlmKVk4YhIVXDpSj2Y7LUIjY-5bEl8xJpTGJ1K_yuPFtSlT8axDqMfZ3o7y0kpr_qMpfdraPlPeX1RBFtZf7i2-D_zZMbEhLW1ExnMkjrMai_QCTq2DADDmcUtikaSmpETdxIzKVs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a>Examining my sandwich (Grandma Annie... he's really rocking the Einstein look with the hair in this photo! So much of it and it sticks out in every direction!)<br /><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKUnRmW3JYqZLSOlxsWCtdZkL2gQjdC2DOMTu8NgV_0TWxL7NahCalEAXj3mUeA2wP7gwDKayn8emSdi37UbPjVPDrGY1__tjF1wF5h2uuVgKU811v9JRvPVJ2a-CFwYBW4boNYbvC8k/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568552258724057698" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKUnRmW3JYqZLSOlxsWCtdZkL2gQjdC2DOMTu8NgV_0TWxL7NahCalEAXj3mUeA2wP7gwDKayn8emSdi37UbPjVPDrGY1__tjF1wF5h2uuVgKU811v9JRvPVJ2a-CFwYBW4boNYbvC8k/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hello in there! (mommy just loves those blue eyes!)<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-75107898017024908442011-01-30T19:37:00.002-07:002011-01-30T19:40:57.509-07:00Wesley is 1!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">My baby boy is 1!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div>His party was a success... pictures and update tomorrow as I'm currently uploading flip videos and the computer doesn't like to do both!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-30345776031947559082011-01-26T09:03:00.004-07:002011-01-26T09:22:57.911-07:00Pictures of the first half of January at home<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUJ0CGUxFWd31kxtqLXIgcTzWDGY5JjucauLI9LNEtDdG6RNtrIbmV2kQzzBJpJCduT43AjNHrwv6Y-dy1iwkD1wCUVZlw8lgw68J7p9btVuhljXazuzIvTuT3jxLrMFwG8Fs5WiszoE/s1600/233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566527305297619794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUJ0CGUxFWd31kxtqLXIgcTzWDGY5JjucauLI9LNEtDdG6RNtrIbmV2kQzzBJpJCduT43AjNHrwv6Y-dy1iwkD1wCUVZlw8lgw68J7p9btVuhljXazuzIvTuT3jxLrMFwG8Fs5WiszoE/s320/233.JPG" /></a> Tater still thinks he's the baby... this was where we found him after a pit stop on our way home from LA!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyahwR59-qMsfrfwZhg43rUn-qKAONFJHKekl7x_MmyVjI6lFvCQBdoQTyDXxiFt71R-R6X0TFSun24B9QM-BFu-bvZqhY_FvQ5PG2i1JqBQtBgn_b3pq2Lw8zygzL3pIOVxy0zpjYtj0/s1600/234.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528422362344642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyahwR59-qMsfrfwZhg43rUn-qKAONFJHKekl7x_MmyVjI6lFvCQBdoQTyDXxiFt71R-R6X0TFSun24B9QM-BFu-bvZqhY_FvQ5PG2i1JqBQtBgn_b3pq2Lw8zygzL3pIOVxy0zpjYtj0/s320/234.JPG" /></a> Wesley modeling the hat I made him while in LA</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFDJWQgzytToD31bAlmVddu0UQOacp4DpgGNM3ZD4TVrq0FD90bTmp2V4iSJ7RhqvZp60ODrfU621GwbnmSKA8vHqV46JCyA7SX8SKProGOXTgOjGTl7LqDES2VWJF2jNIsfbJuzE59c/s1600/235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528418367660306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFDJWQgzytToD31bAlmVddu0UQOacp4DpgGNM3ZD4TVrq0FD90bTmp2V4iSJ7RhqvZp60ODrfU621GwbnmSKA8vHqV46JCyA7SX8SKProGOXTgOjGTl7LqDES2VWJF2jNIsfbJuzE59c/s320/235.JPG" /></a> Side View<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4mMCtl7UythZKEew6DxYqZrKzVfuJl8Di-JieYhQ1Szk1MAtSA5PCfcITVLZlUGLtc2QCTXrnQixiNlGkc-ibbvDQC-CUPP0elo8tnI5oRHaaLFWZwFWuK6FKHI9g_lcbnmmjo-UT2k/s1600/236.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528406561057122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4mMCtl7UythZKEew6DxYqZrKzVfuJl8Di-JieYhQ1Szk1MAtSA5PCfcITVLZlUGLtc2QCTXrnQixiNlGkc-ibbvDQC-CUPP0elo8tnI5oRHaaLFWZwFWuK6FKHI9g_lcbnmmjo-UT2k/s320/236.JPG" /></a>Playing in the water bowl... one of his favorite sneaky habits!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_Dbo434EDSrymxoXFS735I7b6hve6F6-Evz-p4qXG6RzQjrX9aqKQcX_J3b7bwRFu48IJMK1ZrNwLeDb7zuJ5Jfm766d4-Gif_JGG1upFBSZFcgAdXBjHIYyKjES5k6A4Jruoy5ndsE/s1600/239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566528392434974482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_Dbo434EDSrymxoXFS735I7b6hve6F6-Evz-p4qXG6RzQjrX9aqKQcX_J3b7bwRFu48IJMK1ZrNwLeDb7zuJ5Jfm766d4-Gif_JGG1upFBSZFcgAdXBjHIYyKjES5k6A4Jruoy5ndsE/s320/239.JPG" /></a> Teasing the dog... That is a Wesley toy that Winston REALLY wants to play with but isn't allowed.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPgpvZENZnIRWc6MY_EnswofkJ0pNrjDXfmNsx1_RRKCxH-KFUdastoBiVyA3jBIy8MGoE23hip64Mv0Nx68_6ePFUf9CHiEsBToRHzP9olrci4hSXwuZcILJzpm0uEFK98QHR2ZkSkc/s1600/240.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566527329881509794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPgpvZENZnIRWc6MY_EnswofkJ0pNrjDXfmNsx1_RRKCxH-KFUdastoBiVyA3jBIy8MGoE23hip64Mv0Nx68_6ePFUf9CHiEsBToRHzP9olrci4hSXwuZcILJzpm0uEFK98QHR2ZkSkc/s320/240.JPG" /></a>Trying to get in touch with his inner cat!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaaxsswRa1idQ0ZaKKZ53tuzsv0tLn_sDNuCrm2B7DFdpZzFEXqVzmunj-oGVVKimWf7AGhxzWFTYXPLo29SAgMSvqUN6lVH27CElWzzb2EjqM-kYOnSr_zJeOf-iLlEsSsJqydIYB0w/s1600/247.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566527326217117330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaaxsswRa1idQ0ZaKKZ53tuzsv0tLn_sDNuCrm2B7DFdpZzFEXqVzmunj-oGVVKimWf7AGhxzWFTYXPLo29SAgMSvqUN6lVH27CElWzzb2EjqM-kYOnSr_zJeOf-iLlEsSsJqydIYB0w/s320/247.JPG" /></a>" Hey... this new Wii thing is for me, right?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2LoGUZaGZW0QrOvl5m2CbIdAlMmgQ_eyJy6O8G64218DGubMEtLWnpv86jg53LNJ1NKYCUPZ1WB9Z2O7Vx-j2zExs5i9G2OxQWg2qdNZ4rD0ZZkPG_QTC4z3o-M0Ol2-rr5Agyp9nM8/s1600/252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566527314245535842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2LoGUZaGZW0QrOvl5m2CbIdAlMmgQ_eyJy6O8G64218DGubMEtLWnpv86jg53LNJ1NKYCUPZ1WB9Z2O7Vx-j2zExs5i9G2OxQWg2qdNZ4rD0ZZkPG_QTC4z3o-M0Ol2-rr5Agyp9nM8/s320/252.JPG" /></a>He is REALLY in touch with his inner cat!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1H1QAnFXYHxQaXEI1e6vRyCZLfMFeRlmwGWJb42NZjs40SFcUAeDvCJoDvODpgpxZBXqKSQ7Pp9O3rl-n_UQQ9q5xxp1w4xMXKqCn85a4w8i-Xio5XwZgTdvwZB0gGE8Vja42tL6WClU/s1600/258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566527310693475874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1H1QAnFXYHxQaXEI1e6vRyCZLfMFeRlmwGWJb42NZjs40SFcUAeDvCJoDvODpgpxZBXqKSQ7Pp9O3rl-n_UQQ9q5xxp1w4xMXKqCn85a4w8i-Xio5XwZgTdvwZB0gGE8Vja42tL6WClU/s320/258.JPG" /></a> Look where Wesley can climb now! </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-84136437697078102812011-01-24T12:34:00.006-07:002011-01-26T09:22:20.843-07:002 Months, No Post<div align="left">So... it has been a long time since I posted. I just took my blog off auto-publishing to facebook. I think one (of the many) reasons I haven't posted is because it going to facebook (and thus having potentially 300 people I know read it) seemed a little too personal. Now, of course, any of those people could if they wanted to saunter over here to this blog and read it anyway... but the truth is that most people won't.<br /><br />Mainly I haven't posted because I've been wicked busy and I have a baby who every time I try to sit down to get on the computer he wants to get on the computer. That means rather than being able to leisurely post, I have to fight over baby fingers and inevitably deal with a crying fit (mine or his, I'll let you decide).<br /><br />And I also haven't posted because I've been daunted by just how much I've missed posting about. So, rather than trying to go back and recreate all that I have missed... I'm just going to move forward. Suffice it to say, we had a fabulous Christmas and New Year's in LA with my family and Reid's family and I wished that it could have gone on for a lot longer! There are a few pictures at the moment and I might post more some other time... or probably not :)<br /><br />Now for the Wesley update... Wesley is SOO close to walking on his own. He just climbed up onto the sofa this weekend by himself for the first time! He was so proud. He "knows" that he is supposed to roll over onto his tummy and then swing his legs down to get down... but in the excitement of being on the sofa of his own accord he frequently forgets to do so. This means that mommy and daddy need to be sitting really close by!<br /><br />He is the MASTER of interesting faces. Lately he has taken to wringling his nose with his smiles. He also tilts his head to one side and smiles at you, almost as if he knows that his cuteness is too much to be resisted! Going along with that, he will frequently lean in to whomever is holding him and cuddled his head against your chest. This doesn't last for long because he's so busy but it truly is one of the sweetest feelings in the world.<br /><br />What else? He still LOVES music and will bob and dance to just about any type, from mommy humming to his baby CDs to the hard metal that is on one of daddy's PS3 games! His hand/eye coordination is getting extremely good. One of his favorite toys is a funnel that you throw balls into and they set off music. He can fit the ball into the top opening (which has maybe an eighth of an inch opening) and he'll do it over and over again. He has also started using a spoon! He gets as much on himself as he does in his mouth but he's very proud of himself.<br /><br />He loves to play follow the leader, especially if he's leading! It usually consists of "Hands up!" "Hands down!" "Flap your arms like a bird" and "Clap." Sometimes waving gets thrown in for good measure too.<br /><br />Despite having been out of daycare for almost four weeks, he took to it like he was never gone. He loves his teacher and his classmates... but I love that he is always super excited when he sees mommy or daddy in the doorway in the afternoon. No matter what he is doing, he drops it and crawls at full throttle towards the doorway. Man, I love that moment!<br /><br />I can't believe that he turns one this coming Sunday. That just seems impossible and yet like the time has flown by. We're having a gathering at our house with cake and ice cream for his birthday on Sunday and I can't wait to see him with a piece of cake all his own (since the cupcake we tried to give him at his 11 month birthday was not eagerly received, due to him being so sick).<br /><br />The next few weeks are very busy for me. The show I directed last fall (Two Rooms) was selected to go to the Rocky Mountain Theatre Festival which is great! But it means this week and next week I'm back in rehearsal. This week it is from 7-10pm. Next week it is from 3-6pm (because there is a student show performing in the evenings). And then comes the actual conference, which is in Cheyenne, WY). We'll be leaving on a Tuesday and not be back until very late Saturday night. I know that I will have fun seeing so much theatre and presenting our show... and I'll be very busy as we always are. But, man, I am going to miss my husband and my little boy SO MUCH! The longest I've been apart from Wesley so far is 15 hours... and that was too long. I can only console myself with the thought that he is too young to remember it. So, it will just be hard on mommy (and daddy who has to be solo-parent for almost a week)!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8rpDqX5gzN0qlRV3lUjkquhX8rDRmTmx35XeIqCEmAQf93FeQdZGDvWb78wv66iJEQV4L3T7NmGgYWCys3-WEs19OjMtIVX6q91vZTEv3QeWzTsnjGZCdPS4dTMZs7BVcO2FDPW3lMQ/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566525403773075682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8rpDqX5gzN0qlRV3lUjkquhX8rDRmTmx35XeIqCEmAQf93FeQdZGDvWb78wv66iJEQV4L3T7NmGgYWCys3-WEs19OjMtIVX6q91vZTEv3QeWzTsnjGZCdPS4dTMZs7BVcO2FDPW3lMQ/s320/003.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Wes sleeping Christmas morning... before the craziness started!<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDwqe5cVIk5fZgsAA-rf-3IucAgeQpYMsXl4uZBhn9pNBa8YEDer9b66N86ByQyWYsN3E1d4cQKadygPdUeO46NIL6pwLRaPDDTLcm2yy9cKpNAqgrrQ6rK9RDEQVaeWrzWL_B_KaEeM/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566525396988635666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDwqe5cVIk5fZgsAA-rf-3IucAgeQpYMsXl4uZBhn9pNBa8YEDer9b66N86ByQyWYsN3E1d4cQKadygPdUeO46NIL6pwLRaPDDTLcm2yy9cKpNAqgrrQ6rK9RDEQVaeWrzWL_B_KaEeM/s320/024.JPG" /></a> Wes in his adorable Christmas pjs, checking out his cousin's new play kitchen<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJUQviFlQbaBi1dTO6dTtVszg-PH9jrvjT-Fl12afUFpJc0XRXwNTQKKiaLUNR41sCfy3W7EcmBeokVtPXBB9CN6pN8GWCnzFs2MzTRxFG2b0QLrjabABsftA8HsstXFW8pUN6I3cVi4/s1600/085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566525392471329218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJUQviFlQbaBi1dTO6dTtVszg-PH9jrvjT-Fl12afUFpJc0XRXwNTQKKiaLUNR41sCfy3W7EcmBeokVtPXBB9CN6pN8GWCnzFs2MzTRxFG2b0QLrjabABsftA8HsstXFW8pUN6I3cVi4/s320/085.JPG" /></a>Christmas is exhausting! Mid-day nap with mommy<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1bvTU7VrUjrkwaiqkA47fNpm8zy3Oy57TRRLcxFEwTSKMkPZXrqIq073UG4pfepAsnwsHjhWIlSzmH3Oz65vuWTqhXLKih4qHdn9Q6DOcxJcu_FtZwZ_GPLOjgvyhlhl5KJRLHHZRVw/s1600/113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566525388785341378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1bvTU7VrUjrkwaiqkA47fNpm8zy3Oy57TRRLcxFEwTSKMkPZXrqIq073UG4pfepAsnwsHjhWIlSzmH3Oz65vuWTqhXLKih4qHdn9Q6DOcxJcu_FtZwZ_GPLOjgvyhlhl5KJRLHHZRVw/s320/113.JPG" /></a>Waving leaves around in Great-Uncle Jack's yard. This boy never sits still so I love this picture in motion!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6cQBBxe8dcUiaswwKxITGMPcJcmw5ui2e1efnxrDHUNIX16HQYgRaxSs02NEpUpdf2zRdlGcluQ4nGTOUVd2RCSdIjQZEOQZV3QS4D2O4opHARfemDr5UwkG6Rt7qQGW-bzT5dm8l9w/s1600/184.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566525384822664946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6cQBBxe8dcUiaswwKxITGMPcJcmw5ui2e1efnxrDHUNIX16HQYgRaxSs02NEpUpdf2zRdlGcluQ4nGTOUVd2RCSdIjQZEOQZV3QS4D2O4opHARfemDr5UwkG6Rt7qQGW-bzT5dm8l9w/s320/184.JPG" /></a>Eating his first cupcake... too bad he was running a temperature and not very intersted in eating it. We'll be trying this again this weekend for his birthday! </div></div><br /></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-13260484044525934572010-11-25T16:05:00.003-07:002010-11-25T16:25:50.399-07:00Happy Thanksgiving!<div align="center">We have much to be thankful for in the Neilsen household...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljuV3oVoWXkw4wjUxGYTm_ZV1vXHAc32Wkn0Lnrvl4PhWumD-aiDZuHcZ5o_SN0uzdT5y37FHpg7XiYNnsZs3RinRH4IEJaHxeCRxMII5FmMB-Q-lDemLyihJoq9k_1_vZ9wHPt6_2GY/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543632122929722930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljuV3oVoWXkw4wjUxGYTm_ZV1vXHAc32Wkn0Lnrvl4PhWumD-aiDZuHcZ5o_SN0uzdT5y37FHpg7XiYNnsZs3RinRH4IEJaHxeCRxMII5FmMB-Q-lDemLyihJoq9k_1_vZ9wHPt6_2GY/s320/042.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gZkZRtHojxYCDkFNK4v5b2Pdm9xlGMrda1g7pBev8fj8WjwsHLFrlx7jCLEU7oAAjsPtYWZAjAlVAETCJvo0Jvlc2SDVnkTc_x6uNUSaEEgotIhYu9drezPGhlAzVeU-T-klxwdtbHg/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543632114344091602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gZkZRtHojxYCDkFNK4v5b2Pdm9xlGMrda1g7pBev8fj8WjwsHLFrlx7jCLEU7oAAjsPtYWZAjAlVAETCJvo0Jvlc2SDVnkTc_x6uNUSaEEgotIhYu9drezPGhlAzVeU-T-klxwdtbHg/s320/033.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hthWBeSyW3X1guD3bIlwYSyU4m47soA2mfh5EEmcavDX5ABXObr-n5ystPFGJxgy9Q5fQdkpLhg63u_wKhCvH-ZvKmujL-4DF0I_jRGYRd5jx0_6w_s9nNsm1326Bd_zRi0FpH1ubsY/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543632106612077266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hthWBeSyW3X1guD3bIlwYSyU4m47soA2mfh5EEmcavDX5ABXObr-n5ystPFGJxgy9Q5fQdkpLhg63u_wKhCvH-ZvKmujL-4DF0I_jRGYRd5jx0_6w_s9nNsm1326Bd_zRi0FpH1ubsY/s320/034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygcSDUvmX20R-VOhHeWJhJi08sbc1yVERJUnWs1XtilHXCI1cgEWloRhm9hDe9Wq69yuXatk5RHYMXKTTjkTqYlKJpId82oAxXyFVfww4liq18iMYJ-fWA_3XN4IDouchpmdA_f39eGM/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543632102018126034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygcSDUvmX20R-VOhHeWJhJi08sbc1yVERJUnWs1XtilHXCI1cgEWloRhm9hDe9Wq69yuXatk5RHYMXKTTjkTqYlKJpId82oAxXyFVfww4liq18iMYJ-fWA_3XN4IDouchpmdA_f39eGM/s320/037.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">What are you thankful for this holiday season?<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06OkR5GLaJQ7wEbhzL7_CKml-O0LcL2RdPbLBSZPiLJKFhiKqtZ5TfXS9Dz4gGVFa4h8c0XXN35h1nXaArxzXSu-GDwTvljkA6LoljCCXHbgzbZtPDdMUclxwHd5_IkIBcnw5jl7NvZ0/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543632095525525650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06OkR5GLaJQ7wEbhzL7_CKml-O0LcL2RdPbLBSZPiLJKFhiKqtZ5TfXS9Dz4gGVFa4h8c0XXN35h1nXaArxzXSu-GDwTvljkA6LoljCCXHbgzbZtPDdMUclxwHd5_IkIBcnw5jl7NvZ0/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>(And as an aside because this blog is increasingly serving as Wesley's baby book, at Wesley's 9 month appointment a week and two days ago, he weighed 16 lbs. 1oz, was 29" tall with a head circumference of 43.5 cm. He is a long and thin boy, being about average in height and in the 3rd percentile for weight. We think he's just perfect!) </div></div></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090630843589032895.post-23488444688463734342010-11-13T18:53:00.004-07:002010-11-13T19:24:46.235-07:00The Middle of November...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM10LUpVpJ4VNDPB37l3gdlLD0kskQ36MUa9VrIObE-ls9VaOsv0EwltYO2k9eCOlFkEXBYE43UdT1TRDZzCKDrVUP4pNe1_QNUC-Y_XS7gZF149dp6Rz4zlQGP2TYDDFPWRa2aCmrX2Q/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539224828895030738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM10LUpVpJ4VNDPB37l3gdlLD0kskQ36MUa9VrIObE-ls9VaOsv0EwltYO2k9eCOlFkEXBYE43UdT1TRDZzCKDrVUP4pNe1_QNUC-Y_XS7gZF149dp6Rz4zlQGP2TYDDFPWRa2aCmrX2Q/s320/061.JPG" /></a> Hello everyone! (says blue eyes)</div><br /><div align="left">We're steam-rolling through the end of this year, aren't we? I swear Wesley was just dressed up in his lion costume... now I've blinked and it's two weeks later. I am hard at work on the costumes of Little Match Girl. I'm also enjoying teaching, especially my improv class which is scheduled to have a performance at the end of the semester and that I am currently organizing into an improv troupe to start next semester. It is so awesome to have one class that I am guaranteed to laugh over and over again in and my students are delivering. Reid has had several orders for the <a href="http://www.whitemountainforge.com/">White Mountain Forge </a>(makes great Christmas presents if anyone wants to order something... but we'll be away from the forge starting Dec. 18 so you'll need to order before then)! :) He's also done two craft shows in the last few weeks which has gotten his name and business cards out in the community some as well.<br /><br />In the last two weeks Wesley has also transitioned to full time day care. He was going Monday, Wednesday and Friday and then coming to school with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But... those two days a week I was getting nothing done and he was quickly coming to resent my office as a room full of no-no's. The first full week was really rough on me (he was fine with it as he loves his teacher, classmates and a room full of toys to explore) but we're doing better now and I keep telling myself it is only a month until we have a full month off for the holidays! Hooray!<br /><br />Wesley now has FIVE teeth that have cut through, the two top and two bottom center teeth along with the next one on the upper left. He is pulling up on everything and is creeping along the sofa. He's also standing and letting go with one hand. Walking may still be a ways off but he is figuring out this balance thing! In fact, just yesterday he learned that he can pull up at the piano and reach the keys (which he is doing right now)!<br /><br />He is still amazingly social and flirts with just about everyone he meets, always ready with a smile. His teacher frequently comments on how vocal he is. She has told me that some of the noises he makes she has never heard another child make (and she has been in early childhood teaching for almost 10 years)! We're especially fond of what he has coined his "dragon" noises. They are low, breathy noises usually made while he is engrossed in studying a toy. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And now, some photos from the last few days...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkuFaE0coBl63oto2SCUtn7Xl4wBZ302tEMi4m2IDwRgvJc5Sauh3s-QjMn8xEbgXv5edIeHV28z54tLPo7XoBruOZcXLn5lwLOL4MrmGFeXO0LKLPBUlLyCsKJ7hwrWKl6DCp7qpehs/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539224827732834194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkuFaE0coBl63oto2SCUtn7Xl4wBZ302tEMi4m2IDwRgvJc5Sauh3s-QjMn8xEbgXv5edIeHV28z54tLPo7XoBruOZcXLn5lwLOL4MrmGFeXO0LKLPBUlLyCsKJ7hwrWKl6DCp7qpehs/s320/066.JPG" /></a> Wesley standing at the bar in his classroom... he pulls himself up on this thing ALL DAY long according to his teacher. Maybe we have a future dancer?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20R8_EVcMWkTRWKAtGIjVWYLZbpgfPLnoBvq15yvhuJaehhh7gS0qjf4XWBLQwn0_81WFyRm7q7XD-qY6IGwBh4xdCqgmxsTnEUUC5Lnwt-9za-jKUHsfJEH-JTN6sndvGAiKd3MrWEA/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539224814196049826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20R8_EVcMWkTRWKAtGIjVWYLZbpgfPLnoBvq15yvhuJaehhh7gS0qjf4XWBLQwn0_81WFyRm7q7XD-qY6IGwBh4xdCqgmxsTnEUUC5Lnwt-9za-jKUHsfJEH-JTN6sndvGAiKd3MrWEA/s320/069.JPG" /></a>Playing PS3 with daddy this morning... what sort of child are we creating?? :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K645_FUChYvVE76gT6tyfTqp_oAOhnTNxe6Z6fAEl4xcfOxZgE9A6kjYa-ZFVL6J8y4HjI8Tr1vqd0fhxv1u6D4kZXQvfg2EZ4Qm8jYfbFYWV9AtW0KvWxykvmTRW0DRwtAEjmgAN10/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539224809762060834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1K645_FUChYvVE76gT6tyfTqp_oAOhnTNxe6Z6fAEl4xcfOxZgE9A6kjYa-ZFVL6J8y4HjI8Tr1vqd0fhxv1u6D4kZXQvfg2EZ4Qm8jYfbFYWV9AtW0KvWxykvmTRW0DRwtAEjmgAN10/s320/071.JPG" /></a>And look who is pulling mommy's strings! As if there was any question...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWgUIIZWcthT0AwjiPH_0sBv3kzam2Titb6gCR_AfaThuDTWzlqL5W42lTl3lA_ksxOP0Ndg7srP3i7OLGxcDq5ZKLZq2wbtIAvcFKMmXjQct76QEz6achbuaOejTsFFVnA_WGFg6qMc/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539222868459802146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWgUIIZWcthT0AwjiPH_0sBv3kzam2Titb6gCR_AfaThuDTWzlqL5W42lTl3lA_ksxOP0Ndg7srP3i7OLGxcDq5ZKLZq2wbtIAvcFKMmXjQct76QEz6achbuaOejTsFFVnA_WGFg6qMc/s320/056.JPG" /></a> Daddy's PS3 games have been relocated, thanks to the big helper Wesley!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0UfzeHmmqhoo92LsFy0CLQaKDhMbYP4U6hhro2E_gLH-FdGZkR4Kn61OpbVroyTrTSSioik7sFM4d46ylgYfVRAW_XdySTSEgqPcHsAPA6tgoVp7pGH65Fzo0U6JNPhK292G0rMt3VY/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539222852759004210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0UfzeHmmqhoo92LsFy0CLQaKDhMbYP4U6hhro2E_gLH-FdGZkR4Kn61OpbVroyTrTSSioik7sFM4d46ylgYfVRAW_XdySTSEgqPcHsAPA6tgoVp7pGH65Fzo0U6JNPhK292G0rMt3VY/s320/055.JPG" /></a> Mommy couldn't resist these PJs at the resale shop... I think they both like them!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLSIFuSKDussa1s5VgUO6jf3nnhxYrNqZz44ttoaRTkSNRZaErPWZmH0aGHqYOKGC98K9FVDxBh6EBHoyGf7G4a_cw5Im9Ghr9IctBP9C7bjal822qc0KKRnqwgJl404qlvIHPzsdn5U/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539222839815053858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLSIFuSKDussa1s5VgUO6jf3nnhxYrNqZz44ttoaRTkSNRZaErPWZmH0aGHqYOKGC98K9FVDxBh6EBHoyGf7G4a_cw5Im9Ghr9IctBP9C7bjal822qc0KKRnqwgJl404qlvIHPzsdn5U/s320/030.JPG" /></a> Wesley likes to bite! Toys, however, are much more appropriate than mommy or daddy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkh7AurC6J8TvR8WC8by69iGqFdOUGxXAPvb-X42YzHmTL2SGWksSA3YSiL-UzCfuZIZq9rU3Le_2x9W-R6mU89gqaG6TmZ1t_u5cLyF044gHCG2H415j3Aq2Qq2WNFE_gpccgvWBJZk/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539222832003305986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkh7AurC6J8TvR8WC8by69iGqFdOUGxXAPvb-X42YzHmTL2SGWksSA3YSiL-UzCfuZIZq9rU3Le_2x9W-R6mU89gqaG6TmZ1t_u5cLyF044gHCG2H415j3Aq2Qq2WNFE_gpccgvWBJZk/s320/012.JPG" /></a>Wesley is on a strict workout regiment which includes pushing around daddy's weights.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6hpbEdH2TyYgBjc34Utvg2wgpHiM0auteBUNky2g92oEVMUqkNxE2DC9CJViEuKYrc-banjM0QcHozFazfz6HOU5czfROoOC3-1iog-sVPGN4zTNRzxxkpLT5a38C7vdAei1-jdOzzA/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539222823860183634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6hpbEdH2TyYgBjc34Utvg2wgpHiM0auteBUNky2g92oEVMUqkNxE2DC9CJViEuKYrc-banjM0QcHozFazfz6HOU5czfROoOC3-1iog-sVPGN4zTNRzxxkpLT5a38C7vdAei1-jdOzzA/s320/011.JPG" /></a> Look who was in the hay stacks behind our house a week ago!</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06115358795667247609noreply@blogger.com2