tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715068651216746722024-02-18T22:08:45.925-07:00kids, dogs, cats, chickens: what else?life on & off the funny farmJeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-83692521957502053712010-04-20T09:36:00.002-06:002010-04-20T09:48:12.539-06:00I wrote this after Grandma passed away in 2004. I just wanted to pass this on to those who may not have known her.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kxEfCf1D9EFVEoj_vpJmXxER4vwucJ2hNzUl8Pis9_ffr2ALdn8Nw3rZf019Uq_AbSKRO8ZadF6vmvTwbQv3xglswjdBumrNRmqNUMecBkZuWaE4-KLiNaL0TRFRq0XcnjIoKzxEuKd-/s1600/Grandma+poem+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462244504676545266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kxEfCf1D9EFVEoj_vpJmXxER4vwucJ2hNzUl8Pis9_ffr2ALdn8Nw3rZf019Uq_AbSKRO8ZadF6vmvTwbQv3xglswjdBumrNRmqNUMecBkZuWaE4-KLiNaL0TRFRq0XcnjIoKzxEuKd-/s320/Grandma+poem+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-87981235633939714912009-08-14T14:12:00.003-06:002009-08-14T14:22:21.446-06:00Getting ready to go homeI'm here in Tucson again (still). I've been trying to work a lot. The problem is that all the "snow bunnies" that visit the southwest in the winter went home to enjoy their summer homes. For some reason that means there are less sick people admitted to the hospital. So now is not the best time to try to pick up extra shifts. I do get some, but it's sporadic, not like in the winter months, when everyone was working extra. Anyway, I'm learning a lot and enjoying Tucson (the indoor activities at least).<br />Next week is (are?) Eric and Rowan's birthdays. I am taking a week off from work and flying home! I'm so excited. Also, my parents will be up as well. Again, very excited! They haven't seen Rowan in about a year and haven't visited our home since Rowan was born. We're looking forward to showing them all the changes we've made to the property (I say "we" as if I did much, it was all Eric :) The State Fair will be that weekend, too. I remember going to the State Fair when I was pregnant with Rowan. It was soooooo hot, nearly 100 degrees. And, I didn't know it then, but Rowan was only 4 days away from making his entrance. But, I was determined to go. I really love fairs. I was miserable, but I went to the fair. Hahaha<br />I have lots of pictures to put up, but don't have the software to edit the pictures before I post them. I will reinstall the software when I'm home next week and then post lots of pics and videos!<br />Going home in 5 days!!!Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-25706917671241290722009-07-05T13:30:00.008-06:002009-07-05T13:55:36.243-06:00on vacationI've been home two and a half weeks now. Rowan and I have been outside a bit, not too much, though. It's getting hot here. (luckly, not as hot as in Tucson). Rowan likes to play with Eric's little one man tent, and likes "getting all the bugs out."<br /><br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355065072848172162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWq0sQUKnpoGsSSAOYaBRmOiOPGNamPANKAVeQYRLFcoLHmX3qx0oibvOYElmj-6sm_w0u9U54O87gh4G0bUfTS7EQ6LBfXxJyl1p8piKWHrFX6trWZ10KIjwkx0NaOe5VU0DpOHF-lFF/s320/strong.jpg" /> The three of us went to see about a possible new dog to add to our family. She's very nice and calm. She's a three year old chocolate lab. She came home and is pretty good with Cari and Brynn, and fantastic with Rowan. The only one she's not sure about is our cat, Stan. She thinks he would make a good snack. So we're working on training, since she hasn't had much more than "sit". She's learning her obedience pretty quickly and is starting to warm up to the house. Her name is Tawny.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355065969583637858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyOfmcYIWHXmHf8bYeGnCo6qDYFqrLP8v_zpf_ApNV-Ytze3O2d09idnP1jKVTUNm-M5cIv-u9m5eaeZeak3KcmycIdRlgf4cCHlojGD0K0H-hVqA94zi5pggpIzjBOEitUDn-MsB2Ipo/s320/with+Tawny.jpg" /><br /></div><div>Rowan is pretty funny most of the time. He keeps wanting me to take pictures of him. "Take another one, Mommy"</div><div> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSieEkZkho7L1VNXa5K8rMQsWZT9cduKIpP5JdSkKvLQbdZlkQKlHzXtdusEiwuYJg5dvYV_wAhaf2YGfb-25gGawcGim7X2LdfGjvkVpjlytP3U2kyd6oX8uGy7w5IpeFO7TqlMxoU_Qm/s1600-h/cute.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355064847385556530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSieEkZkho7L1VNXa5K8rMQsWZT9cduKIpP5JdSkKvLQbdZlkQKlHzXtdusEiwuYJg5dvYV_wAhaf2YGfb-25gGawcGim7X2LdfGjvkVpjlytP3U2kyd6oX8uGy7w5IpeFO7TqlMxoU_Qm/s320/cute.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p><br /> Here he is in a video showing how a T-rex walks :)</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyK68b9Oc4cC0Sbz3HItqELaDpA3re__pzz0yblSTi4a186O2qx93v1ncSg8MzdLVDvU62zHsOelNfqX5Q7xQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div>We are having a great time and I should be home another week, maybe even a week and a half!</div></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-50821373818649446562009-07-01T12:27:00.003-06:002009-07-01T13:33:45.041-06:00teethOk, so I get home for a wonderful three weeks off and decide that I need to get my teeth looked at. We have good dental insurance right now and I think that one of my old fillings is cracked. So, I go in and sure enough the filling is cracked. The bad news is that there is a huge cavity under that filling and another tooth also has a huge cavity. I'm told that they might need root canals. UGH! I make an appointment for the first huge filling, the cracked one. He drills that one out and says it's possible it could be ok as just a filling (about 30% chance it'll be ok) and starts on the second huge one. That one has dead nerve exposed when he's done drilling and definitely needs a root canal, but he doesn't have time to do it that day. So, he puts a temporary filling in and I make an appointment for the next week. I'm told that if the first filling is going to fail, I'll know by the excruciating tooth ache that I will get when it goes bad. Wonderful. They give me an emergency number to call in case I need prescription pain meds. Double wonderful.<br />Well, over the weekend, I'm sore but Ibuprofen takes care of the pain. I show up for my appointment today and we decide to give the first filling more time. In the mean time, I get the first root canal done. Not as painful as I have been lead to believe, there was only one point that I jumped out of the chair. Now, I have another appointment for next week for another filling or root canal, whichever comes first. Yuck! Just exactly how I want to spend my vacation home.<br />On the Rowan front, he has been "wrapping" presents for me. He takes a drawing of his and wraps it around a toy and gives it to me. "Here is a present for you, Mommy" Isn't he cute :) He also tries to scare his own hiccups away. It's pretty funny. Here's a video of it.<br /><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyOXQPkGOg5hSiZ3gaZitsypOxkxOUJa4KyOzUMpN7TfxANcBbujWk9LgaHUWoLre0R0pk94W-plG4OlW9chw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Anyway, that's my first two weeks of my vacation so far.</p>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-25235388201915539412009-06-27T14:51:00.000-06:002009-06-27T14:52:21.981-06:00Catching upWell, I guess I need to get everyone caught up on what’s been going on with me and the family.<br />I am still living in Tucson, Arizona. I was supposed to finish out my contract in June, but when I started looking for a future assignment, the offerings were slim to none. Eric and I thought about it long and hard and decided that the job I have now is allowing me to learn a lot and I’m also able to work a lot of overtime. I talked with the manager and she agreed to offer me an extension to my assignment. So, now I am here for another 13 weeks. My contract will now come to an end on October 10th. So now I will have first hand experience with extreme temperatures in the southwestern USA. Oh boy, I’m getting ready! Haha! Right now, I’m home for three weeks. The last contract ended on June 20th and then next one starts on July 13th, so I get to be home for that whole time! I’m having a great time. Rowan is growing so fast! He helps around the house so much. He likes to help fold clothes, sweep the floor and feed the dogs. He goes outside and plays in his play yard with his sandbox and feeds the goats hay through the fence.<br />Back in February, I went home for a week. I managed to time it for Valentine’s Day. Eric and Rowan managed to keep me entertained while I was home. Rowan is so big and talking so much. It’s amazing how well he understands some things. He’s gonna be a sharp one, I can tell you. While I was home, he told me the funniest thing. It still cracks me up. I was getting him ready for bed and was going to put his socks on. He said “No want socks!” I said “You don’t want to wear socks?” “No, want to go to bed with my toes”. Hysterical!<br />I then didn’t get to go home again until May. While I was home, we rode the train with Rowan. It was a wild west train robbery event. They gave out play money for us to have “robbed” from us. At one point they got off the train and had a gun fight as well. Rowan enjoyed the train and the drama, but when you ask what happened on the train, he says “They took my money!” That was the most important thing that he remembered about the ride.<br />Eric has been trying to get Rowan to talk on the phone, but all he says is “Hi Mommy” and “I done” and then hands the phone back to Eric. We tried the internet with the web cam and all he wants to do is sit in Daddy’s lap and draw. So he’s not quite ready for long distance communications. In the mean time, I’ve got my webcam set up, so if anyone wants to talk via Yahoo, let me know and I’ll add your name to my Yahoo. That would be cool to chat with more people around the world, or at least the country. Haha!<br />Eric had his hands full in March. We had seven nanny goats pregnant. It’s our first year raising Boer Goats. I think 5 of them delivered 9 babies in about one week. 3 of the babies were rejected by their moms, so Eric is bottle feeding them. They are so full of energy and climb on anything they can. Rowan loves the baby goats and you can see some pictures of him with them on the March tab of his website. The last two nannies delivered recently and we now have a total of 12 baby goats! We decided to have a theme of names and list them alphabetically. I asked for offers of themes from my friends and family on Facebook. I want to thank all of those who offered suggestions. We could use some of those ideas in coming years. We ended up with fruit names. Easy enough, except for “I”, we decided to leave I out since it could look like a 1. (see what I mean?). The names are Apple, Blueberry, Cherry, Date, Eggplant, Fig, Grape, Huckleberry, Jujee, Kiwi, Lime and Mango. There are pictures on my Facebook page of all the goats. They are growing fast and the bottle babies are sooooo friendly that they nearly knock you off your feet.<br />Well, I’ll try to update more often, but as time goes on, it gets harder to remember everything that needs to be posted about.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-3777411301502725242008-12-23T14:42:00.004-07:002008-12-24T13:56:38.761-07:00Here I amWell, here I am, in Tucson, Arizona. I just started a contract here at a small teaching hospital. I'll be working here until the middle of March. I left Eric and Rowan to deal with the cold and the snow back in Idaho. Here's a picture of our new horse, Georgie (or as Rowan calls her, Curious George Horsie, Hahahaha) and Hoss, our goat guardian out in the 5 inches of snow. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE22cJzVm4ksToGhAPIHGG7-WvoG5TDD8DdgIKNdpWtN33WYn4WO7YcM9hm1pomzSLTZTnRvPdBsqoo9j6QVzlEBF0PjEtDoWnXrVNp58qYD_3sQhBhvHvBShydFRy6o-mqIca2KWS-JzI/s1600-h/hoss_snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283106548185145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE22cJzVm4ksToGhAPIHGG7-WvoG5TDD8DdgIKNdpWtN33WYn4WO7YcM9hm1pomzSLTZTnRvPdBsqoo9j6QVzlEBF0PjEtDoWnXrVNp58qYD_3sQhBhvHvBShydFRy6o-mqIca2KWS-JzI/s320/hoss_snow.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have oriented to this new hospital and start working on my own tomorrow. Since Eric, Rowan and I have already celebrated our christmas, and I'm alone here, I volunteered to work Xmas eve and Christmas so that someone else could spend time with their family.<br />Eric is working with weather that is below freezing all day long and he just got 5 inches of snow yesterday. Rowan loves it and you can see him playing in the snow on his site. There is a link to his page on the right side of my blog, if you haven't found that yet :)<br />I have a new rooommate here in Tucson. She's very nice and we are getting along pretty well. I like going new places and having a chance to meet new people. I just wish I could do it and take Eric and Rowan with me :) Don't know how that would work, and I really love the fact that my son is growing up on a farm. He'll have lots of room to grow and things to learn.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-50486026359337404152008-11-25T13:17:00.001-07:002008-11-25T13:19:11.313-07:00my lost three monthsWell, here I am, home for just over a week and finally feel rested enough to blog. I was away from home on a travel assignment for three whole months. It was the longest I had been away from Eric and Rowan.<br />Part of what kept me away from home was that my dad had to have surgery and I wanted to be there for him and my mom. His surgery was planned for the 12th of September. So I was able to work my schedule around and get a flight to Houston two days before his surgery. While we were in the doctor’s office getting information about his surgery and what to expect, the doctor casually mentioned that the surgery was probably going to be postponed while Hurricane Ike barreled into Galveston and Houston. WHAT!! Yep, that’s what happened. We evacuated Houston with everyone else and drove four hours back to Longview. So we weathered Ike in Longview. There was a lot of wind and not much rain. No damage to Mom & Dad’s house, but my aunt and uncle’s house had a tree down and electrical wires pulled. No one was injured in any way. Thank goodness. I played nurse to everyone scraped or scratched in the cleanup. I stayed for a week. Then Mom & Dad drove me to Dallas to fly back to work.<br />Dad’s surgery was rescheduled for September 19th. The hospital called them on Thursday to let them know. Wonderful, huh? I was working and of course wasn’t able to be there. I kept in touch by phone and called the nurse at 3 am when I was working. I’m sure she loved that. Ha ha. Dad did great and is now back to normal. Mom kept a journal on <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/richardconnolly">http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/richardconnolly</a> if anyone didn’t get all the news. I don’t think she put in the best news of all about the final diagnosis. The tumor was cancer, but classified as 1A. That is the earliest you can catch a cancer and with this type, he only needs surgery (which he’s had) and follow ups for 2 years. Dad is very lucky. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers for him.<br />So I spent the rest of my assignment working a lot to fill my time. I worked my last night shift on November 14th. I figured I would sleep all day, wake up, pack the car and start driving home. I had a 16 to 17 hour drive ahead of me. Sounds simple, right? Not so.<br />I had forgotten to get the oil changed before work, so I went on the morning of the 15th to get it changed. An hour at most then off to bed, right? Ha! When I went to start the car after they finished, the engine wouldn’t turn over. They checked and said the battery was dead. GREAT! I went to the Sears right around the corner. They were able to check everything and agreed that the battery was dead, but nothing else was wrong. So they put in a new battery. This whole process took nearly 2 hours. By now it is almost 1 pm. I haven’t slept yet and I’ve been up about 27 hours. I get back in the car and realize the lighter plug is not working. It’s not charging my phone. I took it back to Sears. They said the lighter filament is burned out. I went to Autozone. They had them, but not for Kia’s. It’s a dealer only item. Fine. I went to the dealership. Parts and service is not open on the weekend. By now, I’m very tired, frustrated and angry. I was in tears by the time I got back to my room. Eric assured me that I would not need the phone to drive home and encouraged me to get some sleep soon! I finally went to sleep about 2:30 pm. I slept for 8 full hours and felt better.<br />I ate a little dinner and packed the car. I then left town about 12:30 am. I drove all night (easy since my body was still on a night shift schedule) and continued driving through the day. I managed to drive all the way home in just one straight trip! It was so good to get home and see Eric and Rowan.<br />I was able to wake Rowan up from his nap. He was pretty happy to see me J He read me books and showed me all of his toys. He told Eric at least a dozen times “I play with Mommy”. He’s been great since I’ve been home. One of the cute things he did was when I coughed, he said “Mommy Ok?” I guess that’s what we say when he coughs. Haha!<br />I guess the only other news I have is that I finally pinned down my next job. It’s in Tucson, AZ. I will be there from Dec 15 to March 15. Let me know if anyone wants anything from Arizona. At least I’ll be there in the winter! I don’t think I would take a job there in the summer. Yuck! Anyway, wish me luck!<br />I’ll try to keep up blogging a little better.<br />Sorry no pictures yet, but soon!Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-39775143019191863902008-08-09T09:48:00.003-06:002008-08-27T16:18:57.826-06:00Home at last!I've been home for four days now. When they met me at the airport, Rowan ran to me gave me a hug, then said "Let's go, let's go, that way, that way" No kiss, not much more than "hi Mommy" He's such a active boy, not much of a cuddly one. He never has been. But he loves the animals and being on the farm.<br />Wow! Its amazing how much Rowan changes in just a few weeks. He's speaking in sentences now "No watch Daddy's show!" and runs around and plays by himself so much better. Its so hot here now, that he doesn't want to play outside very much. So there are lots of indoor activities. Ever since he watched the olympic trials, he loves to say "three, two, one.... Go!" and run around the house. Another favorite game is playing night night. He puts his head down, says night night and snores. Then he yells "wake up!!" and bounces up, laughing.<br />We opened his birthday presents early, since I won't be here for his birthday. He loves the playmobile farm that Daddy found for him. He pretends to water the carrots and drinks the milk and says "mmm, good milk, Mommy". We'll go get a great outside toy for him with the money that ousins Nathan and Nicholas sent for him. He loved the chocolate cake and ice cream that we had for his birthday. It was all over his face and chair by the end.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyECG12YChaJhEb5hl9wt86mL940WwWmt_UPwhSodnAJGAucPWHGzmEG7rqPVYxzhHGLwr0VxcOVbuAeUIEwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We went to the Payette county fair yesterday and he loved seeing all the farm animals. He petted some rabbits for the first time, I think. And he was the hit of the food venders. He was able to make any animal sound that they could think of. He was not stumped. It was pretty hot though and we only stayed until lunch time. Rowan didn't want to leave. He was crying all the way to the car. While we were there, we saw all the people we've bought goats from. Yesterday was the day of the goat shows, so everyone was there looking at how their goats had done.<br />I'm not putting any photos up just yet. I'm trying for something new. Pictures coming soon, promise.<br />Also, I'm getting ready for my new travel assignment back in Albuquerque. I'll be working at UNM Hospital where I started my nursing career. I'm looking forward to some of the things I've missed, like green chile!Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-1200457860992831732008-07-13T22:04:00.018-06:002008-07-13T22:26:48.567-06:00LonelyHmm, so I’m supposed to blog and keep people updated. Yeah, that’s not working so well, is it?<br />Well, now Rowan is with Eric. It hasn’t even been two weeks and I miss him so much. For some reason, its much harder leaving him now than it was last winter. Maybe he's bigger and interacts so much more. I miss hearing "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!" when I come home from work. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222719910278124098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYRJYW5U4V6_lXlCrxomO0O-cZAv-ocKcWedJYk1R0Y6p01hZWYaWDQYd8kxFsRtzgiERYWNob89xWSAg0HcP56KDhoyFCtJe9HkzQhUL69DazSNiuh_KiwfEjIwmuuf9D2-xJxVqgaE2/s320/patience.jpg" border="0" />We did a lot here in Texas before I took him home. I have some friends from work with kids around the same age and we went out and did a few things. We went to this really cool petting zoo called “Gators and Friends”. There were so many animals that wanted to be petted. Well, really they just wanted the food that we bought at the entrance. Boy some of those animals are pushy! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1JOS11IEHos_3qvcA52Wnm33gtoUD292XG8pUOr-5pALCDXfs-tf_vxJiNNs695_9cNQGhcbftf9O9XTQYqYgKATqWPcfRXyVameA1_9VpVehZQvh4piFVbC-YL325bAV_hicKfOpu5o/s1600-h/friends.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716866150702866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1JOS11IEHos_3qvcA52Wnm33gtoUD292XG8pUOr-5pALCDXfs-tf_vxJiNNs695_9cNQGhcbftf9O9XTQYqYgKATqWPcfRXyVameA1_9VpVehZQvh4piFVbC-YL325bAV_hicKfOpu5o/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlR3XLgzg_DMufqstOS4LIcQszSqx6IaJVhq3yP0qV3jlcVEAdUqid4v4R1caJGxdQs7s_Klmtdngn29UuQ4bYpBnVihIoZxiD6UOQf0laYdQz8nfHVGx5CzlLAWzbNdyyJoYl1739QEZ/s1600-h/llamas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716956329362562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlR3XLgzg_DMufqstOS4LIcQszSqx6IaJVhq3yP0qV3jlcVEAdUqid4v4R1caJGxdQs7s_Klmtdngn29UuQ4bYpBnVihIoZxiD6UOQf0laYdQz8nfHVGx5CzlLAWzbNdyyJoYl1739QEZ/s320/llamas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div>We went back to Kidstation. That was a lot of fun, but it’s always a battle when we leave. Rowan wants to stay until he collapses, I think. He loves to run around and play with the other kids. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222720159305723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgtg_jJ0nYZiGWCc1F5giaiB5RYl5aVRPnxOfPga9132DgajlR0RAlTqsa6LbhV54MF9X1MWQTN3CyKDedlMwQb6pCtGuHvLD3XSk495uEqY72zEewhL9umpJed-Pb57iUDdwZNkYA_FY/s320/Jazzy-&-rowan.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Rowan helped Oma in the garden some and loved it when she gave him worms that she dug up.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzyA1_7exlu4c0yj71Ss25fLaSF8czaUsfouq49-VgNpppqqKvERbmgj-3_dESGq2BcoSIxbcN2gy7SyF177Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div>He helps Opa when its time to change the flag. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716760728787986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKqf6787MJ3QPGIDrEsGXf0cw5LzM1HRfOKv5UKTlT3gCSZDk69HuxdCjnCQCTGZR7Ep1rvNz4Cbrq_aF7ohDFDwmjBbTg0zbu4X3G0lGVkO0xKO3IJFcoLLqPa97uFZ0RGvwFwnM0Ky2/s320/flagpole.jpg" border="0" />He loves to play in the rain, and thunder is cool, unless it’s right over you.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyg8NPnORaY2XoHPD1ItCgrpyjXdKU2RKYABPaVd-wYDbY8j2ktizKlWQbWUiZtF6DwPv5YOOeKZYig0XxOwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>He acts like a sumo wrestler and “stomps” with one foot in the puddles. That’s a lot of fun! When our clothes are all wet and we’re almost ready to come inside, Mommy takes the clothes off the monkey and lets him “sumo” in the puddles naked. More fun! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio73-ZhhrQIGDHi5xscXFwbhbhop8KVSuJ5NREmPa0nc8WVz77OisJaWNl0mfwBFLhd36mmoPtPKDKcX8EJCEAxE2J_Y6q71ygDXCL7DM_hVl6LE318rsVrgJMNkIWxGPhaGNt_REBdRYh/s1600-h/sumo-rain-dance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222717364015648402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio73-ZhhrQIGDHi5xscXFwbhbhop8KVSuJ5NREmPa0nc8WVz77OisJaWNl0mfwBFLhd36mmoPtPKDKcX8EJCEAxE2J_Y6q71ygDXCL7DM_hVl6LE318rsVrgJMNkIWxGPhaGNt_REBdRYh/s320/sumo-rain-dance.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222717238035904034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3dyXo_T2jq4PTceBY6qiBWchJ-XgvD2sY9jnMG0uX7hzi2gF-lf7AIbfeYhaXESDk3zz0MijRPTDiuAz0RUog6JvL9b2z1gMEdMEs03sVMirsl1zU4UyAnMkwGP_GrhTAWt34DClxDU3/s320/nakie-rain-dance.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>We had our first barber shop haircut. It was very traumatic, but once the barber brought out his toys, Rowan settled down some and let him cut his hair, slowly.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716608174037858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dMqh2vsoJo7xRcraK09Xpjrb___-6VurNlj0XZp6i41uWsC3Gv_SiHUv23gJpqoEfYV9VC6qTvr_jhSn_MZimjDtNUv8WOwcHCbiapV08IE5-_-EneTMXB1RDqr6WzHCzrHwba4BMXrM/s320/first-haircut.jpg" border="0" />When we were in Virginia, Rowan went to his first shooting range and wore ear protection. He didn’t like the ear covers very much, so he ended going back to the house where it was quieter. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716679012739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6CrStRAtaOUwsO8_o8QLeJlhCe4MHhKZa8tAvyS2o80AI1osqasRPJrmrRmUFRfnyCvkMuHL07fodIK9fiAzbj5bKse7qU5UHqOcNPxqiOBNLcG86euXQaqdCL0EXVqAZ-ecZfVLVFud/s320/first-shoot.jpg" border="0" />He loves his “Mawy Beff” a lot. she gave him a dinosaur and some toys for an early birthday present. Thanks Mary Beth!! He still remembers that you gave him that dinosaur!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222718182381629746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi444J8tB0joffdy-ui0fiyefqwWqXtdtZ6t4w2mQ5MresEkc8AzfQEJmV7GNhqLcW-WdbYyLbgcVjWxcf5-EgcuDOjXAQqWHimhdI_xNAZadJjZ5WVg9Hbsk4KowwynDcGu9mQPoWbs-VS/s320/with-Mary-Beth.jpg" border="0" />While I was home this last time, Rowan earned his first band-aid. He fell off the couch and onto one of his toys, scraping his foot. I know this does not compare to any of the first injuries of Karen’s three boys, but it’s a first for him. :) When it was time for it to come off, he wanted another one on. I guess it’s time to get some fun band-aids for him.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716514952791842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4AbCDCWEcVNjZdXYwvLUIRCGGWkjMYuJLJIJmlbGlhOM9HQsQ4EqE2edgaB8dR1Cr5Q1u1PKzetsvLh8SLMmJydUYmSI0usOgLTKqF6_yiPiCHtTPSf_Rte9GgOS7aogL_gVQsLGhGQ_/s320/first-bandaid.jpg" border="0" />I know this blog is disconnected, its just because I haven’t been on in so long. I'm just trying to get something online for everyone. I love reading all my families blogs, and I know they want to hear more from me. I hope to be better at this, but its not something I’ve ever been good at.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-67784153574741822942008-04-23T14:12:00.003-06:002008-04-23T14:34:27.684-06:00another busy month goes byI can’t believe it’s been a month between posts again!!??<br />I’ve been trying to find activities for Rowan to get out and meet some people. Someone at work told me about Kidstation. We went one day to find out about it and discovered that it’s FREE for under 2! Rowan had a great time and made some friends. He loved the ball pit and the slide. We’ll definitely be going again. I’m at home with a dial up connection, so I’ll put a video of him on the slide later.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192539581539021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyHIfQOn59G0lFRwKgK8eKIahb7Zq8QWEBadLQSegYNlW1IHLb7W5iq3dHn4R3WBau0SRfg9_9NTcHxCvEun_MoIO1uSG-RWy1Jq8n99zt0P-P5Oq3avZIegeFCr08UooZzF_OQj-yOpO/s320/kidstation.jpg" border="0" />Right after that, Mom, Dad, Rowan and I took a 14 hour road trip to Richlands, Virginia to visit with Aunt Anda and Uncle Tim. Regina stopped by the house for a short period. Her high school life is pretty busy. J This is her after completing the task of putting Rowan in his pajamas. Good Job Regina!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192539581539021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9thvaOidpXkMVal02J7OcJH6YzDzaCGzYCqiSa7GzdlV5I0OKmlRIbdZhfqBzRFFdjj6CN1Ta2IycY1qh2CjtGwU7R6dN_Krslk6dY4rF_DxX10cgCjJUbqdR3COxO0oHFOjtwPG_odrM/s320/Regina-and-rowan.jpg" border="0" />Amber and Richard brought Andrew for Rowan to meet, a cousin his own age. They had a good time stealing toys from each other. They also thought it was hysterical to take turns falling down.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537975221252658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGT_mtQojKBzOOOejKbwoHaUvxoWtWxq28z5_237oZX3GHEkGvVfVW7gk18lmtspVBaPAWcdO1GtpKXVnu_95_Xxe06258BOokKLLuhTYPyMFMgH9CKtfxF2lAQ2j0dI06J9o5JdIv2y2/s320/Andrew-and-rowan.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537988106154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Wl5L18NbYN3L_OZPc734mjjrwub7ryqWMX9UZ-T1AmcK2jfdOCXPqoi8VuitML6cAuPAI7qhTjc0psQTVtiCIne_hMCZJ9WDAWaVw8yzoL2GNbWm7GVS9OfhfVaUGTYK8ZZvgTAlDLjZ/s320/cheesy.jpg" border="0" />We then drove another 5 hours to Luray, Virginia. There we stayed with Aunt Julie and Uncle Kenny. Uncle Ollie and Aunt Bertha Dale live just on the other side of town and we saw them almost every day. Rowan was getting very good at meeting family and saying “lub oo”. No kids his age, but Kelly (a third grade teacher) drove from her place about 1 ½ hours away to make sure she saw us. Thanks Kelly!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537988106154610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVG59K6kdZ6JIUzXHj7SahGWY_j3mOniYJeSVcPKHFqqpcyjGj3gdegNP8luHhUAEIDrHssoy41j1A2MoeRgUpOsgjWlci4eIHCKH-rq-3MwiD_z4nXNusdNGv7k-AXo_E6-WKM0YQPiv/s320/kelly-and-rowan.jpg" border="0" />Kaleb came home from college to visit, too. He thinks a little like a kid, so they had fun.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192539585833988786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcQJRrjVBnsjcnSJ7lCx81-vZiDbLilHFJ7xjwNKmCQISPUXG6wsn4xMX-ZIBov_KCno_RdYSPy4DTSLz1IzpsLMqH2_PugPPHL5q7VUU0426DjLGU3VjPkcLFcGhnn1j5dyDqzQCA6Tp/s320/kaleb-and-rowan.jpg" border="0" /><br />We also drove a day to visit with Beth and her boys, Travis and Mason. No pictures, I think they’re all on Mom’s camera. Oops!<br />While Rowan napped one day, Uncle Kenny took us up the Shenandoah Skyline drive. There were lots of scenic over views and I took a lot of pictures of trees. Hmmm, maybe I’ll keep my day job. It was beautiful. I’ve been up before, but it just looks better each time.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192539572949086850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJrfbjNCRbQs1kEVtJJ_j4dW_OlwLWY8-WCKhPgFQMswKyCR6VzX3WrEX1aYX9t05n1lYhRIfWq79yQO03XwTxZX3YS4S95x4apjIlFbv94p5O40A511a5LmL5zOWg0H7BvG2u4hWgB4L/s320/three-of-us.jpg" border="0" />So, Rowan and I are finally home with Eric. We got home late on Saturday night, due to maintenance on the plane. Rowan was a trooper on the long trip. All starting with a 1 ½ hour drive to the airport and leaving at 8 am. (This was hard on the central time zone adjusted family) We then had THREE flights to get from Washington D.C. to Boise. Rowan was doing great, until he fell asleep 10 minutes before the first flight landed. I was not happy. His track record is very poor for staying asleep when the plane lands (like 0 for 22) But, surprise, surprise!! He slept over an hour in the sling after we landed. And that was with getting food and walking all the way to the new gate. (By the way, anyone traveling with a small child, a sling is my best friend. It’s better than a stroller, I don’t have to check it and I have my hands free to carry other things, and it doesn’t count as a carry on. Also, it’s so much easier to carry him. Thirty pounds starts to get awfully heavy in just ten minutes.)<br />After he woke up, we walked around a little bit and found out we were at the wrong gate. Oops! But no problem, we had a three hour layover. When we got to our gate, there were no less than 4 children 2 years old and under for him to play with. All the parents watched and they shared toys (and yes germs, but happy children are worth the inevitable cold) Rowan had a great time.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537983811187266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnoeRC1oClHkNenMHaRtRaEH29NzYV_KMcSeRnAq-m5UeAk3_9za_pssV8opS4GG999WfAGpOus_eHjEOTe4TwyCvRtNeiAY4Msv1nLW4SQtGYUknCDfcJeBorDFdtMtSTqogZ9G9JhyB/s320/at-the-airport.jpg" border="0" />Then we got on the “forever flight” from Chicago to Salt Lake City. It was over 3 hours and the plane was full, so Rowan was a lap baby. Luckily, our seatmates and flight attendants were extremely helpful. We even had to have an emergency diaper and clothing change on the floor in the back of the plane with people stepping over us to go to the bathroom!! Again, Big Kudos to the flight attendants on that flight for setting it up for us. The plane we were on continued from Salt Lake to Boise, so we didn’t even leave the plane (again, NO FUN! Read this as active little boy trying to spend energy on two airplane seats before the next passengers boarded.) We finally arrived in Boise at 7:30 pm, 13 hours after we started our adventure. Rowan was a little hesitant with Eric at first, but warmed up before we got our baggage. Now, Rowan is asking for “Daddy” whenever he leaves his sight, and only wants Daddy to read to him. It’s so good to see them playing together.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537983811187282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANcW7vNfoi8G9zxVn1zM7YH8_PqaUHzo8Vc3sXfV1ssbIelzIx7CdwgSIPkqt8rPXaKpmKkv-s9ndz1qJzYlRCiCaYJfcS7XPj_WWYowC0XhTY9XFk7E5QBNrdnCKb8msegfuC0eEOaYT/s320/back-home.jpg" border="0" />Sunday we woke up and it was cold. It snowed some that day, none stuck to the ground, but it did snow. Eric had to cover our garden on Sunday night. Monday was chilly too and it snowed again!! Tuesday it was 60 degrees, but windy and we had a pretty low wind chill. (I’m not sure how cold though) Today it rained. Lots of weather changes.<br />Rowan is having fun with all the animals, too. On Sunday, we went to the goat farm where Eric bought our foundation herd. Rowan was fascinated by all the goats, dogs, cats and kittens. He was able to run around after a bunch of baby goats. He was a little frustrated that they wouldn’t come to him like the dogs do. Then he found the baby slide that they had for the goats. He loved it. In fact we had to drag him away. The owners of the farm, Wayne and Lindy Gifford are wonderful, generous people. They have been operating a Boer goat farm for some time. <a href="http://gifford-ache-r-age.com/">http://gifford-ache-r-age.com</a> They offered to let Rowan come over any time and play with the goats. They also have field trips for schools and special education groups come over to the farm to meet the goats. They are helping Eric so much with starting our Boer Goat farm. <a href="http://redtreeranch.com/">http://redtreeranch.com</a> I can’t wait until next spring when we’ll have a bunch of little goats running around the farm! Ok, so I’ve written a novel. But a lot has happened in the last month. I guess I’m just taking after Keilah!! Ha ha! Hopefully I’ll have more pictures of our adventures soon.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-40015664481512131272008-03-26T21:47:00.004-06:002008-03-26T22:16:27.392-06:00first time video<p>Ok, my cousin Karen is putting up videos, so I thought I would try. Sorry if this is really big. I don't know how to make it any smaller. </p><p>Anyway, Rowan is a very picky eater. Here he is eating pizza for the first time, ever, I think. I thought it was so cool, that I took a video of him asking for more. </p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxAGzy34LemUjkCaLKJyOBlKe5oxlFE54VWE-A2Eqx0sBE59QPy3-X7BWx84Y4BHVDfTwqfR8TNhKQIwcTw4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-18585803112931997132008-03-26T15:21:00.008-06:002008-03-26T15:43:01.179-06:00a month goes by so fastAlright, so I just realized that I haven't blogged since Valentine's Day. Oops! And that's what I get for complaining that my friends and family don't blog enough! <div><div><div><div><div>Well, Rowan and I made it back to Texas the first part of March. We are having a lot of fun right now. He is so funny all the time. He likes things to be clean. One of his favorite words is "dirty" He says that for dirty clothes or dirt on the floor. He also loves to go outside and play with the dogs. He likes to throw the ball and chase it and run in the grass. Sounds perfect for a kid, doesn't it?</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166976455787666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrvBrsYEC5dJWmeaTCDXzNKoA9d6JwmSV9rkMvM9hYjG7egS-Q3HzHHNcv0TAJl2pFz7A9qW7QEOJ65xpkxDpD8-tELG9vF_LOUcZG28Qu6H2cbZVZUMlXuMtOfWvFMCccEwmh0RCT41a/s320/outside.jpg" border="0" />We went to see the Easter Bunny at the mall last week. I didn't have high hopes of getting a great picture, but it wasn't too bad. I fully expected him to not go near the bunny and/or scream if we got him there. But he did sit on my lap next to bunny and then I was able to step back for a few pictures. The professional was able to get a decent picture, so I guess it was worth it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182168170456695970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRySWTmvdqzVWd0OQNcEaqnSB0Ppnrx5XU-5DWzVrsANilG9-Ut3FoX_igJGEO5IT4JjbQTybLdRz-11ItLVo4VC_J3f60XKlH9shbadIk6FZdSDG25mpal_AS8DChQ-4oWMIMKINbdqcy/s320/Bunny.jpg" border="0" />I worked on Easter, so we put a basket out for Rowan for Monday morning. He wasn't sure how this basket of candy showed up, but was pretty sure that it meant candy for breakfast. Yes, he did eat an entire Cadbury's cream egg for breakfast. I'm sure it's not the worst breakfast he'll ever have, and it's only a few times a year, right? Ha Ha.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166478239581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80Wup4HdjyNVfxRDEdcC-FVA9b8PuoVr0GNLhbPiAdeK8Auyo49u27fwJ9t16fu6txr_uSoADWQxNCUjY1QZA99fluzwLQ21wK1OpjxBufJdxyLLwt_RcFCiZbovjGJU0iKJQEYRaRWbK/s320/easter-basket.jpg" border="0" /> After his nap, we went out and hunted eggs in the back yard. He thought it was great fun. Afterwards, we had to open the eggs and eat more candy. Yup, lots of candy today. I was sick just watching him eat it.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166770297357426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHywT9twsDSL2fft0CXXh6k9ZP7YcrnprTOZysOSC0fHgJsyynpbR5zxYOOlfs_sQGg3ih65-KK6cFJNjKnrec4BGJG917iV4I5hOnub7MqaY02lAfOXpR9fWqaCkATR6yFZuMcY5WP7Z/s320/egg-hunt.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166886261474434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtS4NpYJNmGWysgr_0PUBNc6gj20aYSPJILAN5p8aKr3U99FXJXShXObWAc-qk9m_hKvTwjafjNBIeuiRXGvcDKFv7OqhSh2C9A0UFfl2g9Y-CEYLpO_9_5wV2vNCyJ3ZtIipR-MP_py4J/s320/egg-hunt-2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-64686662587459132712008-02-13T18:16:00.003-07:002008-02-13T18:22:42.030-07:00Valentine's DaySo Eric and Rowan sent me a dozen roses today. They are so pretty and I can't wait until I get to see them. It's just over two weeks away!! I'm enjoying the quiet times now when I get to sleep in. Does that make me a bad Mommy? Ha ha :) I also got a present that feels like a book. I plan on opening it when Eric gets my gift to him. Hopefully tomorrow. I just got these pictures of Tigger (our oldest dog, he's probably 11 years old and sleeps a lot) covered in toys. Eric says he makes a great toy box. I guess Rowan wants to share with Tigger.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166639777526345122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5mU7Cl_iAI4AxfcRV9DWtqhmEIU8bsNERneWNYB22qr-atAsHngA7lwDAP8I3pavQNjUAvkczmBpTZmIvo-rNYI_kBwd4zYxe0zfwOwlR2PnXM0JEAa2n1SHgZIlpjZT6VYCN30wWJYMl/s320/toypile.jpg" border="0" /><br />I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine's Day with their sweetheart! And for those of us who are separated, We'll see them soon.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-89582442722276576002008-02-04T17:29:00.000-07:002008-02-04T17:39:53.053-07:00So, now I'm feeling better. No more fever or yucky green stuff. But I still have a nagging cough. I assume that's because of the asthma. Dad has been coughing a lot and not feeling that well, and Mom started to feel bad on Friday. She's been running a fever of up to 103 for the last two days. And that was with tylenol. I had her with cool packs last night at midnight to try to get her temp down. This morning we took her to the doctor and confirmed that she has the flu. They gave her anti virals and some for Dad, to prevent him from getting it too. I guess I just have to take my chances :) Jude has been lucky so far. <div>As Mom said this morning "I'm glad Rowan isn't here" He gets to be up in Idaho with a lot of snow, but no sickness. Eric has sent pictures of how much snow he's dealing with. He's shoveling just fast enough to stay ahead of the accumulation. The chickens are not very happy, they huddle up underneath the cars. I'm glad I'm not there trying to drive to work in all that snow. But it's 80 degrees here in Texas. I'm not sure that's right. It is the beginning of February, isn't it? Anyone else dealing with unseasonable weather?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqpDZm3xKLvtxy10HLukgpbQRvMKA13ATZrTsMpeSBDaNqn3j2tHsP_8Hcf3bR0x7uubzkdrAU857_0mX25n4vXVJx1uTgK-Tn48Q_Kt7jjHfApyE5V7KI8siDFWmvUzzpU4kUSH_boyq/s1600-h/snowing_on_chickens.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163288778009398386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqpDZm3xKLvtxy10HLukgpbQRvMKA13ATZrTsMpeSBDaNqn3j2tHsP_8Hcf3bR0x7uubzkdrAU857_0mX25n4vXVJx1uTgK-Tn48Q_Kt7jjHfApyE5V7KI8siDFWmvUzzpU4kUSH_boyq/s320/snowing_on_chickens.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvKewuPrt09BmsOQ_0PQcIN57QLKJNq6LPWjrus5d-CTkE69IWvkYe1P8kpL79AUbPJJNmwhSyDkn0rpGGRis4HzDrbpc_KkkTt9ivYLDYOecX4mIoW2wDLmJcv0R9C-M5IiF7mVj5xwN/s1600-h/snowing_on_snowpile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163288992757763202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvKewuPrt09BmsOQ_0PQcIN57QLKJNq6LPWjrus5d-CTkE69IWvkYe1P8kpL79AUbPJJNmwhSyDkn0rpGGRis4HzDrbpc_KkkTt9ivYLDYOecX4mIoW2wDLmJcv0R9C-M5IiF7mVj5xwN/s320/snowing_on_snowpile.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-41517063581401722302008-01-31T21:38:00.000-07:002008-01-31T21:50:55.224-07:00The last few daysWell, I have spent the last three days coughing up yucky stuff and fighting a fever. I had to work today, but I managed with lots of over the counter medication. But it sure was a long day. <div><div>I don't usually mention my patients, but there is one I'd like for you all to keep in your thoughts. He's 22 years old with two small children. He has an auto immune disease that attacked his kidneys. He is now on dialysis and we are hoping that his kidneys will function again. The doctors are going to give him 6 months on dialysis before they decide if he needs a kidney transplant. At this point he will have to quit working. He is glad he will be able to spend more time with his kids. He seems to have a really good attitude, and I just want the best possible outcome for him. That would be that his kidneys start working on their own. If you could all keep him in your thoughts I would really appreciate it. I will probably never see him again, and will never know how he does, but I will always remember him. Thank you.</div><div>On to more cheerful news. Eric said he was trying to cut Rowan's hair, since it was getting in his eyes again. Rowan wouldn't let him near him with the scissors. Eric got out the clippers and put a long comb on it and gave him a buzz cut. Apparently, he doesn't mind the clippers at all. Here he is with his new hair cut. Eric says at least he looks like someone cares about him now :) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLJObc0kw_NrVdrCcLMb_Zs3Ay0WtPOxJa-g4GP0DVqE12uOIfxw9fxvuW6YJAeNnzqgqL6oMAk1tq95zdMyVcAaudJMQeshd7q1qo8_-TLUySX2-WSdreiRg1cEY3XGKS1-TujtDRxrq/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161869321382841426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLJObc0kw_NrVdrCcLMb_Zs3Ay0WtPOxJa-g4GP0DVqE12uOIfxw9fxvuW6YJAeNnzqgqL6oMAk1tq95zdMyVcAaudJMQeshd7q1qo8_-TLUySX2-WSdreiRg1cEY3XGKS1-TujtDRxrq/s320/haircut.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWczsPqgmkCsfLzaDwvdLb4pjhP0R6cL-YBo7EdGlRYRZaAAcGMvgj9p5oigiq-ewW3uqJcihGR6m9c4FkBo4z5ZJdamWgVsUSaZJRXXT3XwUwGcUfc2x6-poKnKoOrjP-yA_enlVEtX7/s1600-h/haircut2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161869536131206242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWczsPqgmkCsfLzaDwvdLb4pjhP0R6cL-YBo7EdGlRYRZaAAcGMvgj9p5oigiq-ewW3uqJcihGR6m9c4FkBo4z5ZJdamWgVsUSaZJRXXT3XwUwGcUfc2x6-poKnKoOrjP-yA_enlVEtX7/s320/haircut2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-84585678017434485862008-01-22T22:08:00.000-07:002008-01-22T22:18:05.060-07:00Red cheeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMmpmXvujRT1tWxDkRx2RE8kAujtB9lDQZ-7rajUQT8kmb3nltmUfbd2O0hEJj_mHujorHX4RPBuy3qOj3wMBA4jJKm6XZn7CZQti-1NvfF645igEkMuXcLg4Pv2Dd5ho76nEwYs8xFIO/s1600-h/red_cheek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158534717364161602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMmpmXvujRT1tWxDkRx2RE8kAujtB9lDQZ-7rajUQT8kmb3nltmUfbd2O0hEJj_mHujorHX4RPBuy3qOj3wMBA4jJKm6XZn7CZQti-1NvfF645igEkMuXcLg4Pv2Dd5ho76nEwYs8xFIO/s320/red_cheek.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's a picture that Eric sent to me. You can see the bright red cheek that's only on the right side. As far as we can tell, it seems to be associated with teething, but it comes and goes. He gets a low grade fever that peaks about once a day. When his temp goes up, he gets short tempered and cranky.<br />So far he has 8 teeth on the bottom and at least 6 on the top.<br />Has anyone else seen this phenomenon?Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-53694675757961104232008-01-17T19:50:00.000-07:002008-01-17T20:21:16.223-07:00back from the coldWell, I'm back in Texas after having spent nearly two weeks at home in Idaho. Rowan was pretty happy to see me, although I think it took him a minute to realize who the crazy person hugging his daddy was. He had changed quite a bit and looks less like a baby. He's very much full of energy. He runs everywhere he goes. Eric calls him "a very tidy child". He picks up the smallest piece of dirt off the floor and hands it to Eric or me. He expects you to throw it away now. If you put back on the floor, he gets very upset.<br />He also watches Eric work out with the Bowflex and listens to him grunt. So now you can ask "are you strong?" and he puts his fists in the air and grunts really loud :) His eating habits are frustrating. He really only eats fruit and bread. I guess thats ok, but he often won't eat what you're serving for dinner.<br />Here is a picture of him sleeping one night. I still have to get a look at him every night before I go to bed. He's just too cute. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAts16WO_nPX-eBWOILgi_H-60ghJfYoFVRafVyFgdMDaxF3cWNttMSUppfDRUtjDP3eDUkv4PCgCOb-Ipd_AjWmpYnF2apfIitA_X8EWfAAKlrc1rfs39S_J79Cm7A9l_JItvkUYPXIH/s1600-h/sleepin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156644114411899826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAts16WO_nPX-eBWOILgi_H-60ghJfYoFVRafVyFgdMDaxF3cWNttMSUppfDRUtjDP3eDUkv4PCgCOb-Ipd_AjWmpYnF2apfIitA_X8EWfAAKlrc1rfs39S_J79Cm7A9l_JItvkUYPXIH/s320/sleepin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While I was there, it snowed every night the last week I was there and all day one day. I was able to get my snow fix. I really missed the snow down here in Texas. At least it's now almost cold enough to call winter.<br />Just before I went back to Idaho, We celebrated Dad's 70th birthday. We went out to dinner and then went to Uncle Jack and Aunt Vivian's house for cake and ice cream. Yummy!<br />We gave Dad a hard time, cuz he went to a funeral for his birthday. Ha ha. Told him he was just getting ideas. It was a good time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLv1rprNBC8e7bqnCdtGYOnW4D4K4yJrI-qWqXlmjBraNVOSI_8YTOk1poh9z9KmEeL5N1O0SquxMbDo-ISBPEEmFojeoBBDXyKMfTEgVnmkna6gFIKaNQ4UWJmI1y702qNiHXqzOoDkj/s1600-h/my-parents.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156644002742750114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLv1rprNBC8e7bqnCdtGYOnW4D4K4yJrI-qWqXlmjBraNVOSI_8YTOk1poh9z9KmEeL5N1O0SquxMbDo-ISBPEEmFojeoBBDXyKMfTEgVnmkna6gFIKaNQ4UWJmI1y702qNiHXqzOoDkj/s320/my-parents.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now that I'm back, I went to work Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. They called me in early on Tuesday and I worked late both Tuesday and Wednesday, so it was a long three days. I spent a lot of time resting up today. I'm not sure I accomplished anything at all today. Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive.<br />Oh, one of the new pictures on Rowan's website is Eric holding a wild woodpecker that got into the house. Rowan loved it and kept signing "bird". Eric put it into a box for a little while to make sure it wasn't hurt and Rowan signed "bird" everytime it rustled in the box. The bird seemed to suffer no lasting harm and was released later that day.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-65315340350962418612007-12-27T21:19:00.000-07:002007-12-27T21:28:12.712-07:00Whew, the holidaysWell, I've finished with 1st christmas. That one was here at my parent's in Texas. I had to work xmas day, so I got up an hour early and everyone got up with me. We opened presents pretty quickly and then I ran off to work. I'm pretty sure that everyone else got to take a nap while I worked on my feet for 12 hours. :) It was worth it though.<br /><div>Eric and Rowan had 1st christmas too. They opened a few presents and went to dinner at one of our neighbor's house. Rowan of course took all the attention over there. He enjoys being in big groups of people. </div><div>On the other hand, Eric dug up some potatoes that he grew this year. This is the picture of one that he found. I'm reasonably sure that our soil is not contaminated with any radioactive waste. It should be just a normal over grown potato :) I think they ate it. We'll see if Rowan gets a growth spurt. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148875519300815730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUXauqneg3F8s8b2hYnyA5fmSdib_Ibk7CW0y8qG5k_igZLM-zTxU8oz0_V7TQTMmu-UquwW-l4zvs0-ZtlaguW2NPW22MavP5cQ-A7Q6x9NZMA0yElplqUVvd_GeZ02sb2mgrPaX1UcY/s400/bigpotato.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>I hope everyone had a safe and happy christmas with their family and friends.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-23445761495382758072007-12-15T19:48:00.000-07:002007-12-15T19:55:20.048-07:00New picture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9NlXEDtNPO17Gv9dy0jAPMi4C7_FYJrW0So2fkIeJGhtntyhnKlCSkGzDhPyEu5Pzm-zBJr5cJpwi1May-MlBldDO5maxM8VMkdYLL67HwyafGEfTbhD9XxBeXUnldoFwAIS3ZRG7e93/s1600-h/oncerionbag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144398441096498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9NlXEDtNPO17Gv9dy0jAPMi4C7_FYJrW0So2fkIeJGhtntyhnKlCSkGzDhPyEu5Pzm-zBJr5cJpwi1May-MlBldDO5maxM8VMkdYLL67HwyafGEfTbhD9XxBeXUnldoFwAIS3ZRG7e93/s320/oncerionbag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here's a picture of Rowan. He loves to climb all over the dogs all the time. They're not so sure about it, but they do really well with him. </div><div>Apparently, he really likes grapes. He knows the sign for grapes and makes the sign all the time for Eric. Of course they have not had any grapes for a long time, but Rowan still remembers them and keeps asking for them. It's become a joke between them. Rowan signs "grapes?" and Eric says "nope, no grapes in the house" and Rowan laughs. Hope springs eternal I guess :)</div><div>I've been busy working extra shifts to help out at work. It's good for me too, or at least good for the wallet. I'm tired tho. </div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-57460748872583904412007-12-11T20:03:00.000-07:002007-12-11T20:18:11.308-07:00The busy seasonThe christmas rush is upon me. I have been working a lot at the hospital. I try to pick up a few shifts, but when they need me, I'm tired, and when I can work, they don't need me. Seems crazy. Mom and I have been busy at the house baking and setting up decorations. We have the outside ones up, and will move to the inside ones shortly. Mostly, I'm just trying to stay busy to not miss my guys. They are doing really well.<br />Rowan has transitioned to one nap a day. I'm not sure if that's easier or harder :) Eric is teaching him all kinds of animal sounds. He now knows owl (whoo whoo), snake (sssssss), goat (hahaha), and wolf (ooow ooow). I think it's really cute and funny. Eric says whenever he sees an animal in a book or when he's out, he makes their sound. I guess lots of animals look like horses to him, he neighs a lot :)<br />Eric is very busy trying to keep the cats away from Rowan. I hear he likes to throw things at the cats and pull on their tails. Hopefully that won't continue for very long.<br />I don't have any pictures right now, Eric hasn't had time to send me any. Oh, but the other news is that Rowan is finally getting another tooth. So all that crankiness and fussiness has been for a reason. Whew! I thought we might have to return him for another model if that didn't stop soon! Just kidding! <br />Love to everyone and Merry Christmas!!Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-86367094327357433872007-11-22T10:13:00.000-07:002007-11-22T10:31:42.756-07:00Turkey day updateWell, Rowan was only sick for about a day and a half. Thank goodness. Eric is glad that he didn't get sick too. Eric and Rowan are doing generally pretty good. The only big problem is that Rowan is having a lot of trouble sleeping. He's usually pretty good at getting 10-11 hours of sleep at night, and lately it's only about 8, and waking up in the middle of the night too. His naps are only 45 minutes for the most part. He used to get between 3 and 5 hours of sleep in naps throughout the day. He wakes up cranky and crying, although he gets better and is happy most of the day. Every few days he'll have a good 3 hour nap, but that's probably only because he's so tired. We thought it might be teething, but it's been going on for a long time. The pediatrician's nurse said that teething shouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night. Eric has an appointment for him in two weeks, but we're not sure if we should have him seen earlier. And what are they going to tell us to do anyway? <div><div><div>But, Eric is happy he's able to spend time with Rowan. They are reading a bunch of books. Rowan knows which ones he likes to read and brings them to Eric. Rowan "helps" out with the chores and follows Eric around the yard feeding the chickens and goats. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135718276321738354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNu8-_OUKqcRbfhc6C0YtMTxGIHA2d_eYf1Z8msbqb6irzSMrzVY-vHKZD8a3svkmI-6sGVEX5WKKPJ20L2Gsjgsbx1Vmj109s-pjvh312xJu7JPrNatOhjKxBbhuKew0GoTcuf4LJIGi/s320/Rowan+and+Stan.jpg" border="0" /> <div>I miss them both a whole lot. It's only 5 more weeks till I see them again. I go back to Idaho on the 30th of December. I'm not sure where I'll find another assignment yet. I'm looking for one closer to home this time. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aLeLgPO5bwcCGVYzPZovUacJ7e4FhzwtcaJOjNFZlZt6WIVVZ41zaQHDJ4wsr7tU6BHj6npdCBva5o4A9_sUeAStD0Jbtylc2Tjyp7y5kM4WfbmZpEG3tuoacELQ34DhGHsQjuiOqFpQ/s1600-h/reading+cards.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135717932724354658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aLeLgPO5bwcCGVYzPZovUacJ7e4FhzwtcaJOjNFZlZt6WIVVZ41zaQHDJ4wsr7tU6BHj6npdCBva5o4A9_sUeAStD0Jbtylc2Tjyp7y5kM4WfbmZpEG3tuoacELQ34DhGHsQjuiOqFpQ/s320/reading+cards.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I have a few pictures of Rowan that Eric sent. There are new ones on Rowan's site as well. (The link is to right of my posts)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135717743745793618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RxRl_g0dNQXKl3N3pljKqNMteik8VcCVH4MswI5AlpcQN9y7ukTPXw82zk0K9mg0JK7AT2lwQRtJEqgHlrh87HoEnXXfs884HjRKtVEf4B_OPgMR1IiQZtnmhcrWbaysV_lqdCrR_1Id/s320/playing+on+the+floor.jpg" border="0" />As for Turkey day, Eric is cooking a turkey with all the trimmings for him and Rowan. Mom and Dad are cooking here for Jude and I, and a few other family members. <div>I hope everyone else gets to spend time with family and enjoy a wonderful day. </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Happy Thanksgiving</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Love to Everyone</span></div></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-52450297206571718542007-11-14T20:36:00.000-07:002007-11-14T22:11:26.038-07:00Catch up timeOk, maybe I'll get better again. I was afraid that I would be bad at this blogging thing. I'm actually impressed that I've kept it up this far.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>These are just some pics of Rowan during bath time and at Chuck E. Cheese's <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlxHIbEYwNJgpoIGcPBKDnnbCiEE7bCtXVN-WhPuqNFoLEIe6Wz7WOVPw8gt8-ATtwQtt4Pk4QX21Ib8ctgBh7fAFhsrMIbz2CeiORSzFMetI5YGkiKAiH4fAt7dMrLH_wEUFPWBDwB21/s1600-h/bath2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928600573705746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlxHIbEYwNJgpoIGcPBKDnnbCiEE7bCtXVN-WhPuqNFoLEIe6Wz7WOVPw8gt8-ATtwQtt4Pk4QX21Ib8ctgBh7fAFhsrMIbz2CeiORSzFMetI5YGkiKAiH4fAt7dMrLH_wEUFPWBDwB21/s320/bath2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXf6bDQiIX29vA8bHpocIP76uC2qZIJ2UgMuL6rQxQg2VVojkY2t-st2vMDGtFf37wxfLxkShskUPY-rqcB2M7XmNb0jGSIfWjROIPGQrVRYvJX1XfTEJctiA4010MjURGuHJvFcz5Hdb-/s1600-h/tokens.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928523264294402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXf6bDQiIX29vA8bHpocIP76uC2qZIJ2UgMuL6rQxQg2VVojkY2t-st2vMDGtFf37wxfLxkShskUPY-rqcB2M7XmNb0jGSIfWjROIPGQrVRYvJX1XfTEJctiA4010MjURGuHJvFcz5Hdb-/s320/tokens.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Since my last blog, Mom and I took Rowan to see Thomas the Tank Engine. It was a lot of fun and Rowan got some pictures in front of Thomas. We rode Thomas for a half hour train ride. I'm sure he had no idea what was going on, but the pictures are cute. There was a petting zoo with miniature horses. He thought they were cool. He also got a "tattoo" of Percy the engine on his arm. For a few days he would point to it when you asked where his tattoo was. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXZR0NBchCIIk3oIspUBtBVNz_C5QZYkkxVPUtlmavEJEWVzfP6f9x9EvA4SE4Lcc1UIzrUH4y6b1Z3ZKs2UUicKqs2Y1X-Z5cKmdDHXCigmuyxv2WpaI1Hkx5ZqzTGNPR6MDVlvMfrI7/s1600-h/tattoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132929489631936050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXZR0NBchCIIk3oIspUBtBVNz_C5QZYkkxVPUtlmavEJEWVzfP6f9x9EvA4SE4Lcc1UIzrUH4y6b1Z3ZKs2UUicKqs2Y1X-Z5cKmdDHXCigmuyxv2WpaI1Hkx5ZqzTGNPR6MDVlvMfrI7/s320/tattoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRCMAHVeNk1btEaIieXaHVDpooNdeASO7_lCUag3OyoOdGjEk29OEGZUg68my5l4zaNeb9n5fgNnHvxQYYv5-ieyhx9zi5j2A0QdDf9V0TdRyE2wgoyZheR8CcgS2bR2hH5ifAnuFQBDv/s1600-h/thomas2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132929261998669346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRCMAHVeNk1btEaIieXaHVDpooNdeASO7_lCUag3OyoOdGjEk29OEGZUg68my5l4zaNeb9n5fgNnHvxQYYv5-ieyhx9zi5j2A0QdDf9V0TdRyE2wgoyZheR8CcgS2bR2hH5ifAnuFQBDv/s320/thomas2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132929584121216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MJPZb1P3Bpxb7E2492yTb0C-j6SLtAnkUSza5vpZc9xLUdlHu8zUG39YGPIQr7kktGfzgK72fqkWN_cZohZMg9jvXMybpXeYNXPWKWOzMuPB2TnXENVgW7ALavx-gMBLpy5vselNXf0w/s320/horses2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>It rained one afternoon, and since I didn't let him play in the mud the day we took him to Chuck E. Cheeses, I figured he needed to play in the mud. He had a great time.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132920719308717442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRJ3T9HO5f5Nypl4CZ-pya9fm5NnNBrBNjO_T3lle3bh5UhKEV1X0C6uQNChw7Of7cPR-yStJOy4ykDcuiMDXQOwg7-w2U2GOXjolsSKNubGjHHiR34NXlax5UCIhQwQccbSvgOBYe7xM/s320/mud-3.jpg" border="0" />Oma took him to the military base one day and they had a fire prevention day and gave him a hat. He doesn't like hats too much, so he's not very happy with it on, but he looks cute anyway.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132927595551358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUziYuk6nfWSSk_fJoq7mQGGJL1UJmE4sBHmXdI9DE_fbJY8uGH60CwqHg_MHsZHlVb9iuoiNpM53sQ9Mbfd_f58ApfB3qc9DNqG2K_bvdqwDsU-4L4f7iZhTd7JmJJ7rcd0IffugkE8Kl/s320/fireday.jpg" border="0" />We took him to a pumpkin patch for "picture day" He liked all the pumpkins and really liked pulling off the price stickers. I guess pumpkins aren't supposed to have stickers on them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132921565417274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49APGBAJwvM20KLVKvMYMA-SgIpR_CLEWrtOwWiSKhWpFYuUXv3VYPUVK_vrnoEbhfZdAo5M3c8J4y3Js9sXsKSIX_O7g2ilqgbROmQ2SnHVZeiptCXHrLyJioXdmC_5Uj0dLlqks-qB-/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" />I figured he should have the experience of carving a pumpkin. I cut open the pumpkins and let him "help" me clean them out. He wasn't enthused about the slimy stuff in the pumpkins, but he liked the idea of the spoon in the pumpkin.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925297743855026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IKCXt6cYJIQ8o2pfzgOLuSjK3VqJLhoB3uEoQO8Rzup-cbyafubq33SU-MDxXFB4eycOxbxZFlMGAvc07YvTyg4bju_MbXf7sEAnzt9vac8MyVS7Z2p9m-aMxiI-3E-KEEi1ylaW_vcq/s320/carving.jpg" border="0" /> Then we had Halloween. Rowan was dressed as a cow, a costume that Oma and Opa had bought him for this year when he was only 2 weeks old. He didn't seem to mind the outfit, but he wasn't too sure about Mommy being dressed as a farmer. He got to go trick or treating with his cousin's and seemed to get the idea of going up to the door, but would turn right around and head out again. He didn't know that he was supposed to wait for candy. He had no fear of any of the costumes that night, I guess he just figured everyone was being weird, so whatever:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2-khyGBFxhwzfvLVftwYIVj1FGypAPGmxNr-nINKzl7VZ-3gEDlO7rjH2IkT9LQpxoKBIX1OuV1hieaCfDx8lUTaNFEZFMRGrMSoIhx29n1HQlzcZZq1m6fI420EM6PcER9ATG_btqzo/s1600-h/cow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132926689313258962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2-khyGBFxhwzfvLVftwYIVj1FGypAPGmxNr-nINKzl7VZ-3gEDlO7rjH2IkT9LQpxoKBIX1OuV1hieaCfDx8lUTaNFEZFMRGrMSoIhx29n1HQlzcZZq1m6fI420EM6PcER9ATG_btqzo/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraZIel7Q-tCDqhHKYKyo8QyxhJpwygHV1XOIOnrSqj5hiSgrqccwmPFaSUpei5T7QKzVXYGfG1GQLp1XygZDVv9kpYg5uaOxTsIdH7cuTHoLd-7Y2ZrWT-IkGQD4c711hcmgT-RsCyUC3/s1600-h/farmer&cow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132927277723778530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraZIel7Q-tCDqhHKYKyo8QyxhJpwygHV1XOIOnrSqj5hiSgrqccwmPFaSUpei5T7QKzVXYGfG1GQLp1XygZDVv9kpYg5uaOxTsIdH7cuTHoLd-7Y2ZrWT-IkGQD4c711hcmgT-RsCyUC3/s320/farmer&cow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The next week, Rowan and I flew home to see Eric. Rowan was very glad to see his Daddy. He follows him everywhere and cries when he goes out a door. They have a lot of fun together. Which is a good thing. Eric has missed Rowan and me so much this last 4 months. He can't do anything about me being gone, but he asked to keep Rowan this last bit of my contract. I think they'll have a great time getting to know each other better. My contract is up the end of December, so it'll be about 7 weeks of them being alone together, and me just being alone. I just left them yesterday about 10:30am. I already feel lonely. </div><div>Of course, no sooner do I leave than Rowan gets sick. He started early this morning throwing up and crying all night long. Eric took him to urgent care and he has "the bug that's going around". As Eric says, there's always a bug going around. He's supposed to be on pedialyte and water for a day or two. Of course, the baby didn't get the memo that food will just upset his stomach, so he's cranky from being tired, sick and now hungry. Eric's doing great. I guess if they make it through this, they'll make for the 7 weeks. </div><div>I'll try to update again with how the monkey is doing with "the bug"</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-81022945958648610672007-10-04T17:32:00.000-06:002007-10-16T21:02:21.836-06:00It's been a long, long timewell, um, yeah, so it's been over a month since I've blogged. It's one of those things, you wait a while, then you realize it's been a long time. Then before you know it, it's been a month.<br /><br />Well, Rowan and I went home to New Plymouth in September for 2 weeks. We had lots of fun. We took Rowan to the Discovery center in Boise. Eric and I got more out of it than Rowan did. I don't have any pictures, they're still on the camera at home. We mostly just spent some time with Eric. Rowan loves spending time with his Daddy. His favorite thing is to bring him a book and show Daddy all the things he wants named. Dog, cat, airplane, and so on. It's pretty cute.<br /><br />Rowan learned to blow his train whistle while we were home. He doesn't blow very hard, but you can hear the whistle. I think it's pretty amazing for a one year old to blow a whistle.<br /><br />We came back to Longview, Tx the end of September. I'll be here until the end of December and will go home for a week the first part of November. We've been just hanging around mostly while I work.<br /><br />Last week we had a lot of fun. Mom and I decided that he might be old enough to go to Chuck E. Cheese's. So first we stopped by Aunt Vivian's house. The sprinklers were on and Rowan found out he likes sprinklers. That was fun, but when we left the house, he couldn't find the sprinklers and went looking for them. Needless to say, he found his first mud puddle, just as we're leaving to go to Chuck E. Cheese's. So now it's a wardrobe change and wipe off.<br /><br />Now, we're at Chuck E. Cheese's. There's a mechanical horse that looks like fun. Mom put him up on it and he wasn't so sure about it. I put a coin in and he started crying and reaching to get off. Ok, no mechanical rides, I guess. So we sit down to eat and guess who comes out to see the kids? Of course, Chuck himself. Well, Rowan decides he's about the scariest thing ever. I had to take him out of the high chair he was so upset. He watched that wierd mouse person all the way around the restaurant until he went back stage. So later I tried to put him in another ride, but there was a plastic Chuck in it and he didn't like that at all. He did enjoy walking around and watching people play the free throw game and the skee ball game. He figured when people put their tokens on the ground, they were fair game. He managed to upset several other little kids that way. But, I think overall he enjoyed most of it. We just have to keep a look out for giant mice men :)<br /><br />Well, that's all we've really done of big interest so far. I'll try to be better with blogging from now on. I'm trying to add pictures, but blogspot is having issues. I'll put some up in the next blog :)Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-90764764438941334042007-09-01T13:19:00.000-06:002007-09-01T13:34:02.744-06:00First Birthday pictures<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohtjoS99OCKuL5tgVTPS2mROpG5UdgOMhzGPjrUyCV72RnpXoW2UVilorRlq4a0Xhz8OowKakJ8jJPOGwy7mttu7Bte4oxAB5PTHpQUtwjhGm9gop_-agWKwnCyxTGNhRT8l8JGkfPLiz/s1600-h/bd-outfit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318478656918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohtjoS99OCKuL5tgVTPS2mROpG5UdgOMhzGPjrUyCV72RnpXoW2UVilorRlq4a0Xhz8OowKakJ8jJPOGwy7mttu7Bte4oxAB5PTHpQUtwjhGm9gop_-agWKwnCyxTGNhRT8l8JGkfPLiz/s320/bd-outfit.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here are pictures from Rowan's birthday party. Here he is dressed for the "Train" party. Everyone kept asking if he likes trains. I said "well, I found train stuff at the party place, so yes, he likes trains" :) He looked so cute in his conductor outfit that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Oma</span> found. He didn't like the hat very much.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMi-TFEM6wxJ0rUp3K1WjYUmFE7bZO5rfajmALW6t73TRwF-kz5T8xIWxkL04JFWYTRYNxpYGeSKhDOSs74TBMn6zow2VvLqYW_qaE7bgyYRV_tj2WYw1xbyqF856oBDKxWUJf5xfpjSX/s1600-h/bad-hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318375577703330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMi-TFEM6wxJ0rUp3K1WjYUmFE7bZO5rfajmALW6t73TRwF-kz5T8xIWxkL04JFWYTRYNxpYGeSKhDOSs74TBMn6zow2VvLqYW_qaE7bgyYRV_tj2WYw1xbyqF856oBDKxWUJf5xfpjSX/s320/bad-hat.jpg" border="0" /></a> He really hates to wear hats most of the time.<br /><br /><br /><div>Here is the cake that we made. It took me all day to bake and ice this baby. Whew!! I had so much fun though! I thought it came out pretty good for my first attempt at using piped icing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs9WK2FCtgT8mNuuhf_bxRpGa80HKaq_EjujWcLU88muF2yXALUFsvLW7obTr3lj0-hBeWsq5HVW_l-bV4O5jTvNl6Wr6p6fPvPpfauVdRhsqAvz0vgIvUkv17_VDiKkIsCsMRQf71o60/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318225253847954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs9WK2FCtgT8mNuuhf_bxRpGa80HKaq_EjujWcLU88muF2yXALUFsvLW7obTr3lj0-hBeWsq5HVW_l-bV4O5jTvNl6Wr6p6fPvPpfauVdRhsqAvz0vgIvUkv17_VDiKkIsCsMRQf71o60/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Rowan with cake and icing all over. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Oma</span> finally got the icing in his hair with "Rowan, where's your head?" That brought his hand right to the top of his head. :) She's been working on that all summer. All that hard work finally paid off.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIyb3RH2kqE43ztM9Td-X3EIGchBGJi3_g77vfojdd8RrC-QQAzMFODFhBzJS5cJhpiTMiSFtkqlmACsWNPYSLdZXc-p78_Y1QfdVmo5k7HUyx8BJixOA7wJ7JNfKSKLwT49qZFSNeWWO/s1600-h/eating-cake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317976145744770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIyb3RH2kqE43ztM9Td-X3EIGchBGJi3_g77vfojdd8RrC-QQAzMFODFhBzJS5cJhpiTMiSFtkqlmACsWNPYSLdZXc-p78_Y1QfdVmo5k7HUyx8BJixOA7wJ7JNfKSKLwT49qZFSNeWWO/s320/eating-cake2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBGkZdEexcDBqoFEOHnEKXXFSL6fJ9RwBcj8sBebObcBGgttRU_jav-aDoe6TnbPW7pAO8PbkiuiC_B1kQgwG7X825s-RPbCLXJgeHjfpw-6f1ygmfhlVKUVCifxrpRirYa16xkRnbjCp/s1600-h/eating-cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317838706791282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBGkZdEexcDBqoFEOHnEKXXFSL6fJ9RwBcj8sBebObcBGgttRU_jav-aDoe6TnbPW7pAO8PbkiuiC_B1kQgwG7X825s-RPbCLXJgeHjfpw-6f1ygmfhlVKUVCifxrpRirYa16xkRnbjCp/s320/eating-cake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8Lvja9dOMqR7R34bVgn9ng2M77ZjplmBRrMVD1UqeBw45yyXEfE9awUi1t-Wvh1Lb-k-_BWOYgX6O7vN3-gKyK5YEuIxEpOurv1Nv5S0dKJepfznG5ep5MgGPn78dn22pq9cjqOZrXdZ/s1600-h/hat.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I found the trick to keeping a hat on. You must first fill both hands with something to keep him occupied. Then he looks really cute. I wish we had thought of that before the cake. I had to remove the outfit. It looked as if he had been attacked by a birthday cake. He kept signing "please" for more cake. He was on a sugar high for another hour after the cake :)<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318697700250562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVuEwehRnS3tjpv-U51O3oXRlh0t3-YQAWb0d6evCXbXTi4inZrW-m5RAM1QdtoJ6Of5JUSwOFjB-y8Kim-yBp-jQ5yStT1ouVOgs1OFCvqGEWxmm2nPzFZ6QorAn_l5YS4BBjOiBAgZAJ/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />I want to thank all the people who came to his party and brought such wonderful gifts. He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> will not want for anything if this is the show of love and support that he has. Thank you again everyone for making his first birthday so much fun for us.Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771506865121674672.post-48798763424673625262007-08-15T21:53:00.000-06:002007-08-15T22:26:07.617-06:00Vacation time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKWy_-018intzQDzXU_Wg_kzPRY9QaZTHt8N5RjaYYr7PI_dzcBFLzg8v5Pzr_eOwCcIaQQbWHYSiWCT2c6GB2j6fVZRt9jvs2LHRrNV0tQtKNypWRCxHljsd9w_9VtoV_tsp4tWoP1jU/s1600-h/Strawberry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099149767453528818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKWy_-018intzQDzXU_Wg_kzPRY9QaZTHt8N5RjaYYr7PI_dzcBFLzg8v5Pzr_eOwCcIaQQbWHYSiWCT2c6GB2j6fVZRt9jvs2LHRrNV0tQtKNypWRCxHljsd9w_9VtoV_tsp4tWoP1jU/s320/Strawberry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Rowan and I had so much fun while we were in Boise. At the zoo, Rowan actually saw and watched some of the animals. He really enjoyed the penguins. He also rode his first carousel. He wasn't so sure about that at first, but then started to get into it. After the zoo, there was a Soul Food Extravaganza in the same area as the zoo. Rowan apparently likes jumbalaya, red beans and rice and cajun chicken. </div><br /><div>The big news is that Rowan is really walking now. He does so good. He can change direction, stop and start again and even pick something up off the floor without falling over. It's amazing how quickly he picked it up. It really seemed as if he was just waiting to see his daddy before he took off with the walking bit. </div><br /><div>We got back to Dallas without much drama at the airports. Both flights were delayed, there was no running between gates, and it took forever to get the luggage off the plane. But Rowan was a trooper and everyone on the planes was very nice to us and let him get away with all kinds of stuff. They all think he's just the cutest thing in the world. I totally agree, of course, but I'm really glad that he doesn't really understand that yet. His head would be so huge!! </div><br /><div>It has been so hot here in Texas. The temps are up to 100, but the heat index is something like 103. It always seems like a good idea to stay inside. We did get the pool out and Rowan got in the pool. He wasn't so sure about it, he didn't want to sit down. But today he sat down and splashed and splashed and giggled. He had a good time. </div><br /><div>This past weekend my cousin, Mike, had a big backyard bar-b-que. There was a large mostly empty swimming pool. All the younger cousins were splashing around all over and getting rough. Rowan was fascinated. He watched for a long time. This picture is him with Brooke, a cousin. We all had a great time. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099149763158561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-6yHwBBCx-HNuj-cwpfgq_fjK3af_lxI2TYOH-yfb8ZMxObgN4KcONjQEJUmnDOgTUvxPXM_ZH2v9Qil9kCasfcaAVeV9VobYkA11v35-Kyfcg_YPN-1EUzAUuuu5UNtupKwwz8doBnQ/s320/Brooke.jpg" border="0" /></div>Jeanninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07129587874267906697noreply@blogger.com0