tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126714172008-07-24T01:08:15.768-05:00Born Just RightNerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comBlogger618125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-26048159425568104752008-07-23T22:20:00.008-05:002008-07-23T23:49:03.519-05:00Special Exposure WednesdayI stumbled upon this awesome idea from the blog <a href="http://www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com/">5 Minutes for Special Needs</a>. It's a chance to show a cool moment of our kidlets through photos. Special needs is a tough word for me to swallow sometimes even though Jordan is two and a half and we've had a long time to digest what her differences mean in this world. She does need special things every once and a while. But thanks to her stubbornness, those special needs aren't as obvious as you would think.<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com/9/welcome-to-special-exposure-wednesday/"><img src="http://www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/special_exposure150.jpg" alt="5 Minutes for Special Needs" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-19" height="125" vspace="10" width="125"></a></p><br />Here's a sweet moment when we were at the beach in Maine. She was so happy she started dancing. It's her newest love and she's getting stronger at jumping and spinning every day... She's figuring out her balance!<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIf39_STfgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/YVVyVzg8GZk/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIf39_STfgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/YVVyVzg8GZk/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226418536919039490" /></a><br /><br><br />It was so fun to watch - The picture doesn't tell half of it.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-83441764047919482252008-07-20T23:16:00.006-05:002008-07-21T00:25:03.912-05:00Baseball and movies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQdnnITWRI/AAAAAAAAA18/WPYIH8RZxkI/s1600-h/DSC_0990.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQdnnITWRI/AAAAAAAAA18/WPYIH8RZxkI/s320/DSC_0990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225334034012526866" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQO4CxKJwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/6Jelf8nVRA8/s1600-h/DSC_0994.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQO4CxKJwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/6Jelf8nVRA8/s320/DSC_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225317823635138306" /></a>Jordan had a very busy weekend. It started with a Friday night trip to the Cardinals. She had an amazing time especially when you consider the fact that she should have been in bed at the time the game started! She loved the hot dog, she loved seeing Fred Bird (she even had his picture on her t-shirt and that apparently was AWESOME), she loved being silly in our seats. It was great.<br /><br />What wasn't great was the whole going home part -- we live about two hours away from Busch Stadium. The kids needed to sleep. Randy was exhausted and wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep, but I drove instead. But the funniest part was how Jordan was so overtired that she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, she couldn't stop singing. She sang nonstop in audible and inaudible tunes. She sang about mom and dad and the cars and baseball (she calls it base-eh-ball). Jordan sang for 45 minutes nonstop. Randy was aggravated. Cameron slept through it. I just laughed quietly and tried not to interact with her so she'd wind down eventually. She did. Even better. Both kids slept until 9 in the morning! That was cool.<br /><br />Today we took the family to WALL-E. The first 30 minutes or so has very limited dialogue. Jordan enjoyed it. She was dying through all of the previews... That was the best part. She kept asking "Where's WALL-E?" After the Pixar short she announced: "It's all done. WALL-E's coming!" Once the movie started, it held her attention pretty well. The popcorn helped. I swear, she would eat that food and nothing else if she could.<br /><br />On the whole, a good weekend as we try to get back into the swing of things. On deck: Jordan has three occupational therapy meetings this week. She hasn't had her prosthetic on much lately, so the battle to wear it has gotten pretty rough. Right before our vacation, she had picked up a really nasty blister on the tip of her little arm. I'm hoping that was a fluke. I plan to really keep a close eye on her arm just in case.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQW40QVsWI/AAAAAAAAA10/q4fRff2qHvQ/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIQW40QVsWI/AAAAAAAAA10/q4fRff2qHvQ/s320/P1010094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225326633012277602" /></a>Another cute thing, there's a picture on our refrigerator Randy took the day Jordan was born. It's been there since I printed it out when she was a week old. We put it up there so Cameron could notice Jordan's little arm. Well, now I just keep it there because it is a really sweet photo. But what's really interesting is how Jordan's looks at it. She takes it off the refrigerator, sits down and compares her arms to her baby version. She points to her little arm in the picture and then shows me her little arm. Then she points out her baby hand and shows me her hand. I just think it's interesting to see how she sees herself. It's important to me that she sees her difference and loves it, accepts it and is open about it.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-53048048821728015242008-07-20T16:13:00.002-05:002008-07-20T23:16:09.891-05:00About to watch WALL-E!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIOq1fX9hcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SC1H7zPUfyQ/s1600-h/photo-700236.jpg"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SIOq1fX9hcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SC1H7zPUfyQ/s320/photo-700236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225207828611696066" /></a></p>I tell you, the girl really loves popcorn.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-23276603233340674862008-07-18T12:15:00.002-05:002008-07-18T12:19:44.639-05:00Connecting without BlogHerSo there's this big event underway that only Mom Bloggers really know about. It's called <a href="http://www.blogher.com/">BlogHer</a>. It's a really cool way women bloggers connect each and every year. It happens in the summer, which makes sense. But it also happens close to my family vacation time and I haven't been able to attend... Let along AFFORD to attend!<br /><br />So I've started talking to a number of mom bloggers on <a href="http://www.twitter.com">Twitter</a> and they've started a <a href="http://kelbycarr.com/youre-invited-to-the-blogher-pity-party/">BlogHer Pity Party</a>. I'm planning to chat with some of the other moms and whine (if you see the little link to the right of this post, you'll see there's also and excuse to WINE). If you want to attend, register on <a href="http://www.mommytalk.com">mommytalk.com</a> and join in on the fun. It will be nice to have an excuse to meet more moms out there!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-47255210523055509832008-07-16T00:44:00.009-05:002008-07-16T02:31:52.805-05:00It's my fah-mah-wee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2PYAxygEI/AAAAAAAAA00/DE-qMmUhkr0/s1600-h/DSC_0884.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2PYAxygEI/AAAAAAAAA00/DE-qMmUhkr0/s320/DSC_0884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223488785508106306" /></a>We finally made it home. I'm so happy and sad at the same time. Every year, our time in Maine has become a natural constant in our lives. It's a great chance for my little family connect with my side of my family. The kids get to play with my parents and my brother. It's such a constant that my Mom reminded me that I didn't mention them in any of my vacation posts.<br /><br />Jordan proved our family time was meaningful in a sweet little way when she went to bed. She was reunited with her stuffed animals who live on the top shelf of her bookshelf. She showed me a couple and I asked if she was going to sleep with them and she said yes. I walked away to unpack. I didn't notice she had put all of her animals and dolls into her bed. When we finally walked to her bed I told her there was no way she could sleep with that crowd. And she started crying: "It's my fah-mah-lee! I sleep wit them!" She wanted to sleep with her family. She had spent so much intense family time, she wasn't ready to let go.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2cIPNCd8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VTzDMACnwys/s1600-h/DSC_0899.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2cIPNCd8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/VTzDMACnwys/s320/DSC_0899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223502808153749442" /></a>She had some very sweet moments with all of our family members over this trip. It's so wonderful to watch her hugging and squeezing and squealing and giggling with my parents and my brother. She was super cute with my dad. She would walk up to him sometimes and say "I a princess." Then my dad would correct her. He considers his daughter (me) his princess. So he'd tell Jordan that she can be the little princess. Jordan was totally cool with that. She was full of snuggles and cuddles for him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2gbmYov1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/GdSsJBXbhsc/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SH2gbmYov1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/GdSsJBXbhsc/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223507538840436562" /></a>Jordan had all kinds of special time with her Uncle Jon as well. She covered him in sand and he got to show her the joys of burying your feet into the sand. It was cool to watch my brother smile that goofy uncle kind of smile that you don't get to see on his face on a regular basis - Since he doesn't live nearby.<br /><br />And that's exactly why we all hang out each year. So the kids can play and experience and have a time where it's just natural to hang out with family that isn't normally so close at hand.<br /><br />We had such a great time. It's going to be hard to get back into the regular swing of things.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-29377794490489070802008-07-14T19:52:00.007-05:002008-07-14T21:25:49.899-05:00An end to a great vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHv187jYjdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4p65qxUQKCw/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHv187jYjdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4p65qxUQKCw/s320/DSC_0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038619993279954" /></a>We're wrapping up our first day of driving home from a great vacation. The kids have been pretty tolerant although I think they've just about had enough driving for today. I have to say, the more often we visit Maine, the more thankful I am to have such a beautiful place to visit with my kids. Both Jordan and Cameron seem to have a true enjoyment of the outdoors and beautiful things like the ocean, boats, mountains and the moon. Jordan and I were hunting for the moon last night before it got too dark.<br /><br />I tried to snag a chance at a family picture yesterday after attempts the day before didn't work because the kids were too tired. I think this one is pretty cool even if the wind was blowing Jordan and my hair.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHwIPtI8lnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TDTCkZB7Nrk/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHwIPtI8lnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TDTCkZB7Nrk/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223058733751113330" /></a>For Jordan, the highlight of this trip was probably so much Mommy time. She really likes me. She really really likes me. We spent a lot of time cuddling, singing and dancing together. There's a rock near the Maine house that turned into her dance rock. Everything we did ended up becoming a song. There was just a lot of entertainment during this trip. But for her, the best part was probably her constant access to my cuddles and ability to answer to her every beck and call. The down side to it: She wouldn't let anyone else do much. She had a bit of a stranglehold on my attention - screaming anytime she didn't get my attention. If she needed help, she's wait until I did it for her. Or she'd just scream. Not a pleasant habit for me or anyone else who wanted to spend time with her. It certainly a phase I hope ends soon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHwJRUvOK3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/G4_Zn6A4ieI/s1600-h/DSC_0552.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHwJRUvOK3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/G4_Zn6A4ieI/s320/DSC_0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059861072128882" /></a>Our trip was fun. It was beautiful out the entire time we were in New Hampshire and Maine. We were so lucky. It was so fun to watch my little girl turn more and more into a big girl each and every day. She is turning into a witty and very able little person. She knows what she wants and most of the time, she figures out how to get it. It makes me proud. It makes me tired. It makes me excited to see how she continues to grow!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-16107674287720183672008-07-14T16:27:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:27:28.512-05:00Driving home<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHvGvLD79QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QIygykjMIYU/s1600-h/photo-756605.jpg"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHvGvLD79QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QIygykjMIYU/s320/photo-756605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222986706591675650" /></a></p>I started writing a bunch of stuff about our vacation in a post last <br>night but I didn&#39;t get it done before I needed to go to bed. Now we&#39;re <br>on the road headed home. We expect to stop somewhere in Ohio tonight. <br>We are almost out of New York and plan to eat dinner somewhere in <br>Pennsylvania to give the kids a chance to run around and eat food I <br>wouldn&#39;t normally feed them.<p>Speaking of food. During thus trip, Jordan ate wayyyyy too many fries <br>and Cam ate wayyyyy to many grilled cheeses. I tried to not let that <br>bother me while I gobbled down lobster and scallops and yummy stuff <br>like that.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-25926090762225422062008-07-12T22:03:00.005-05:002008-07-12T22:15:35.523-05:00Exploring, demanding and exhausting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHlyV6snB0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/KvZ9-aQWr2k/s1600-h/DSC_0398.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHlyV6snB0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/KvZ9-aQWr2k/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222330963771983682" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHlw9UjHIOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aykms3C81Ek/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHlw9UjHIOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/aykms3C81Ek/s320/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222329441703108834" /></a>We're all winding down our big mega-vacation. Tomorrow is our final day in Maine before we drive home. It's a long 24-hour trip in the car -- which could be even longer with Jordan's constant need to use the bathroom. I'm hoping we can get her toilet training back on track - she's had a few more accidents than before the trip. The good news: She hasn't completely lost her skills. I'm certain that she'll have all of this figured out really soon. There's a little boy next door who is two months older than Jordan and still uses diapers. Randy and I both just look at each other and feel relieved that we're this far through this journey.<br /><br />Speaking of journeys, Jordan has gone on a few little journeys around the island and around to other nearby spots here in Maine. She's really excited about planes, boats and her iPod. It's terrible, but I've found life on long car drives are just a bit easier with the help of technology. Her audio wrap from ifrogz.com is awesome since she can watch and listen to her podcasts without needing earphones.<br /><br />Jordan got to hang out with a former student of ours and her boyfriend. They were awesome and put up with all of us. Jordan had fun and gave everyone SO many hugs. It's so funny to watch her moods with these kinds of public displays of affection. One second she's giving away dozens of hugs and kisses, the next second she doesn't want anyone near her. There are so many stories and pictures to post, but I'm exhausted! Maybe I'll try more tomorrow.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-31511236948819773162008-07-09T23:06:00.000-05:002008-07-09T21:20:14.708-05:00Having all kinds of fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHVvBTwfrHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZD7Msh_6J_I/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHVvBTwfrHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZD7Msh_6J_I/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221201411280186482" /></a>We've been in Maine for four days. I guess the ocean air has kept me unmotivated and unable to hop onto my computer or cellphone to send pictures or stories. Sorry about that. I've been trying to sift through the hundreds of pictures I took of our camping trip while compiling new ones here in Maine. I actually took the majority of yesterday off from the camera. I needed a break from documenting... even though the kids are so stinking cute in between harassing each other.<br /><br />While we were camping, I tried to send a few pictures just so family members would know that we're alive. I have a ton of stories to write. Top of it all, she's INCREDIBLY clingy. In between the ultra-independent attitude, she's needed a lot of Mommy. She won't even let her dad let her out of the car. She often runs around the house (or campground or hiking trail or store or where ever) whining: Pick-ah up me! Yeah, she wants me to hold her. And for some reason, instead of saying "Pick up me" she says "Pick-ah up me!" I love spending time with her, but this is a bit much. She wouldn't even let her Uncle Barry carry her in the hiking backpack as we hiked 1.4 miles up a mountain to see the tallest waterfall in New Hampshire (the hard work was TOTALLY worth it). To add to the clingy, we're still potty training. While we were camping, this intense scrutiny was enhanced in two ways: Jordan would cry ever time I made her sit on any type of toilet and most toilets were chemical toilets that smelled bad. It was very challenging to maintain my sanity at times.<br /><br />In between the challenging stuff, we had amazing times. Jordan has seen and explored so many amazing things. But she's also used me as her base. No matter what, she wants me to protect her, carry her or help her do something. I will do my very best not to complain because very soon she will not want me near her. The funniest thing is sometimes when I ask her if I can help, she'll yell "MY DO IT!" And I can't come near her, but the next second she wants to cuddle on me.<br /><br />Since we got to Maine, her potty training needs have improved again and we're back on track. On the whole, there are SO many moments where I watch my girl talking, singing, dancing and just being who she is and I just have to stop and watch in wonder. She's SOOO stinking sweet. Even more fun, I just watch the two kids. In between their little squabbles, they are starting to get along. They actually played outside together this morning. The two of them are so alike and SO different at the same time. We've been outside so much - it's everything you want in a vacation. Outside time, lazy time, kid time, playing with pictures online time. This has been very nice.<br /><br />(by the way, that picture is the official rock picture of the year)NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-65383018244522486042008-07-08T09:59:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:27:49.252-05:00Enjoying wildflowers and the boats<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHOEed-qNMI/AAAAAAAAAzE/chmI4WIHyFk/s1600-h/photo-705524.jpg"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SHOEed-qNMI/AAAAAAAAAzE/chmI4WIHyFk/s320/photo-705524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220662052030919874" /></a></p>NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-71015543957625375672008-07-04T11:57:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:28:28.875-05:00At the top of Mt. Washington!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SG5m4mdt3CI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TSLTxAhmQWg/s1600-h/photo-750672.jpg"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SG5m4mdt3CI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TSLTxAhmQWg/s320/photo-750672.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219222140752878626" /></a></p>NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-11415597737681523812008-07-01T12:32:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:28:52.707-05:00Taking a beautiful bike ride through Franconia Notch<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGprPXeRqQI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tsZ8AfNiPCc/s1600-h/photo-721916.jpg"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGprPXeRqQI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tsZ8AfNiPCc/s320/photo-721916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218101030005352706" /></a></p>NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-38926142439997916362008-06-30T16:13:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:29:23.735-05:00We made it to our campsite!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGlNPaFdgzI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XOrvtHOA87M/s1600-h/photo-705445.jpg"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGlNPaFdgzI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XOrvtHOA87M/s320/photo-705445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217786570381034290" /></a></p>You can hear the river, the kids love playing in it. So far so good!!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-20915910710768652932008-06-29T19:55:00.003-05:002008-06-29T20:01:00.454-05:00Last hotel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGgvQtG9RaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6eiBMdHZmSE/s1600-h/hotelroom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGgvQtG9RaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6eiBMdHZmSE/s320/hotelroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217472132341908898" /></a>We made it to our final hotel before we start our camping trip for five days. We snagged a nice room in northern Vermont before we cross the border over to New Hampshire. It's very exciting.<br /><br />I will probably be completely offline until after we arrive in Maine. I promised Cam that I would not turn on the computer at all while we camp. That means five days off the grid. It's longer than I've gone in a while and I'm sure it will feel great.<br /><br />So for family checking the blog, we're doing fine. We survived a 1300+ mile, two-day drive across the country and we're ready to have fun outside! For anyone else, we have a full agenda: Camping, swimming, hiking, biking and exploring! Very exciting.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-80334013765787827622008-06-29T14:37:00.003-05:002008-07-14T21:29:44.393-05:00An angel<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGfkvrLEY2I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Z0Dy_Zm53c8/s1600-h/photo-717696.jpg"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGfkvrLEY2I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Z0Dy_Zm53c8/s320/photo-717696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217390201026143074" /></a></p><br />Jordan woke up last this morning. She took forever falling asleep. It was challenging sleeping next to her. Actually is was so challenging that I ended up sleeping at the bottom of the bed so she wouldn't kick me in the head. Anyway, she was still sleeping this morning when Randy and I sat there watching her. She looked like an angel. So I had to take a picture of her sleeping in the car.<br /><br />We're still driving towards New Hampshire. We plan to stop in Vermont tonight. We have queen beds in our hotel room tonight. Maybe, just maybe the girl will let me sleep in peace. If not, I'll have more space at the bottom of the bed!<br /><br />Right now Jordan is singing about her haircut. Very silly.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-85785118327827999112008-06-28T14:17:00.001-05:002008-07-14T21:30:09.564-05:00On the road<center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/reeveskids/2618457187/" title="On the road by NerdyMom, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2618457187_525db8cc4c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="On the road" /></a></center><br />We're on the road for our big summer vacation. We're super lucky to have a great house/dog sitter taking care of things while we're away. So now we can focus on having fun without worry... Other than the fact that I'm on call for jury duty while I'm away. I'm not exactly sure how to deal with that if they want me to serve!<br /><br />Anyway... We're taking the next two days to drive to New Hampshire to go camping near where we visited last year. This year we're staying for five days in Crawford Notch. I'm very excited. Both kids are much more interested in swimming. Cam loves biking with his bike extension (and we brought his real bike too just in case we want to work on his training-wheel free life). We're all excited to hike in the beautiful trails of the White Mountains. It's just plain exciting.<br /><br />After the camping trip, we're headed to our yearly visit to Maine. I can't wait to sit by the ocean... And this year we're pretty certain that Jordan will be very interested in learning how to climb the rocks. That should be interesting. <br /><br />We're traveling long, long hours the next two days so I packed a ton of toys for Jordan. I put it to Jordan's left side since I sit her in the car with her brother to her right so it's a fair fight. (Not that I want them to fight, but she should be able to defend herself if needed) I built up the side of Jordan's seat so stuff won't fall too far away from her seat. What's been amazing is watching Jordan use her feet to reach stuff she can't get to. She will try and try and try and most of the time, she'll eventually grab a toy with her toes. It's awesome.<br /><br />Oh -- And she's rocking the travel potty thing. She's telling us when she needs to go and she's not demanding a potty too often. She even got a compliment for being such a big girl in one of the rest rooms.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-28401042050895056762008-06-24T01:05:00.005-05:002008-06-24T08:48:34.247-05:00A new look!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGD4VkYt8jI/AAAAAAAAAxc/x61wGE9Aax8/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGD4VkYt8jI/AAAAAAAAAxc/x61wGE9Aax8/s320/DSC04293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215441417923326514" /></a>Jordan's had her hair cut one time... Until today. I wanted to help her hair take shape before we head out for a big mega-vacation. So I looked into places I could take her and the price wasn't any different between a nice grown-up hair place or the new local girly-girl salon.<br /><br />I went with the girly-girl salon. She loved it. (Cameron was not that interested in being there... When we got to the door, he stopped and pronounced: "I am NOT going in there.") Jordan got her hair washed with chocolate shampoo and raspberry conditioner and seemed to enjoy the experience. She listened really well while her stylist did her hair (the barber chair was a pink Barbie Corvette). She even had her hair blow dried. SO funny.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGD45h4PgKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xqthL7WdYl0/s1600-h/DSC04308.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SGD45h4PgKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xqthL7WdYl0/s320/DSC04308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215442035725533346" /></a>I have to say, I kind of miss the little ragamuffin girl I had. She looks so clean cut and pretty with the new hair. I'm hoping her bangs will continue to grow and catch up with the rest of her hair. She's never had them trimmed and yet they're SO short!<br /><br />Tomorrow is Jordan's last dance class of the summer. I talked to her dance teacher who says she can tell our girl loves to dance and encouraged us to keep it up in the fall. She also did a really wonderful thing: she asked how to help deal with the kids who stare at Jordan. She thought it might be too personal to ask, but I really appreciate it. I gave her tips on using Nemo's little fin as a guide to kids to help explain that Jordan can do anything! I'm so happy ABC ran Finding Nemo recently so more kids had a chance to watch it. I love that movie and of course I love it even more since Jordan arrived. I offered to talk to the kids in the class, but my feeling is I don't want to call it out. I'd rather kids learn about Jordan more organically, but if there's enough of a disruption already, I'd be happy to chat with them all. I also encouraged the teacher to see if Jordan would like to talk about her arm. I'm not sure if she's ready... Since I realized I haven't given her a chance yet. It's time to start letting go. I want to protect her and it's scary to know that she had to be able to hold her own. I realize she's only close to two and a half, but the sooner she learned, the stronger she'll be!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-63778505574264415042008-06-19T22:33:00.005-05:002008-06-19T23:43:26.887-05:00Our special trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SFsmR81nADI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ly6ZJShC5GA/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SFsmR81nADI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ly6ZJShC5GA/s320/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213803083442094130" /></a>I just love spending time with my Aunt and it was so great to take Jordan back to Dallas to see her last weekend. I happen to be out of town AGAIN - this time I'm on my own to attend a journalism forum. But I just wanted to tell everyone a little more about Jordan's great trip with Aunt Jan.<br /><br />First, Jordan and I were totally off schedule. I had to wake her at 3am to get us to the airport. The first thing she said as I lifted her off her bed: "I go back in the bed." I don't know why I find that so funny. Anyway -- She LOVED being on a plane. We had a window seat so she could enjoy the view and look at the clouds. "I fly in the sky!!" She pointed out everything she could see. It was just so cool to see her register the idea that she was flying and on her way to see Aunt Jan and Uncle Chuck.<br /><br />Even though we were a little off on sleep the entire time, Jordan was SO dang funny. She was goofy, she was giggly. She was so great. She made all of us laugh and smile. In between a little tired issues here and there, it was just fun to watch her hang out with family and have fun.<br /><br />We actually ended up sharing a bed - and the first morning she woke up and was SO excited to find me in bed with her. Her tone was utter disbelief that I would be in bed with her.<br /><br />Strangest moment: Jordan decided she hated the two pairs of shoes I brought to Texas. Not only did she hate them, she was throwing a fit with them. So I did something I don't normally do: I relented. We went shopping and got the girl a new pair of shoes. It's silly I know. But I had her SO out of her element and she was SO tolerant that if shoes were what she wanted to freak out about, I was going to help her deal with it. We went to the Disney Store and picked out a plaid pair of Minnie Mouse shoes (you don't actually SEE Minnie, she's in the insole if you're curious). Either way, the girl LOVED those shoes.<br /><br />Life got back to normal pretty quickly when we got back home. Jordan has been pretty good at school (until she bit a girl at school today). She also had her third dance class. Today she had to go to time out because she decided not to participate during a part of the class. The teacher said if Jordan is happy, keep taking the class... But we can wait until she officially turns three if we'd like. The teacher and I schemed to decide if this was the right time for dance class... it may or it may not. Who knows. Her last class is next week, so this was just a little peek into the dance world. Maybe we'll wait until next winter. Either way, Jordan LOVES it... At least talking about it.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-17840664826041997302008-06-18T09:15:00.003-05:002008-06-18T09:25:26.568-05:00"I can't do it."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SFkazg9up4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/wVLhI2yHXnE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SFkazg9up4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/wVLhI2yHXnE/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213227515982555010" /></a>I knew it would happen someday... But it's happening now. Jordan is telling me "I can't do it." She often says it with a task she can do but takes extra effort. Most of the time it is putting on underwear or shorts.<br /><br />"I can't do it."<br /><br />But you can. I've seen you do it. I know it takes extra effort but I KNOW you can do it.<br /><br />So now I have to be stubborn. I'll let her yell or scream "I CAN'T DO IT!" But I require that she at least tries. Often when I get her to finally try, she CAN do it. Other times she's frustrated and I help. But at least she tried.<br /><br />This morning I had to leave her on the floor crying for 15 minutes until I got her into the "try" mode. The "can't" mode is very hard to move away from. But I can't allow "can't" to take over her life. If there's anything I'm committed to, it's making sure my girl can do ANYTHING.<br /><br />"Can't" doesn't belong in her world.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-88168684669289332562008-06-17T11:56:00.003-05:002008-06-17T12:01:52.864-05:00Really busyI'm so behind on pictures and life stories about Jordan. We got back into town yesterday morning at 3am after spending a long weekend with my Aunt. She's been battling cancer and we were able to get into town in between chemo treatments. My Aunt is amazing and it was SO great to be with her while she felt pretty good. Miss Jordan was awesome. She dealt with the horrible travel schedule, danced around and sang. She fell in love with my Aunt and Uncle's dog and their friend's dog who was visiting for the weekend.<br /><br />I'm exhausted and I haven't gotten to updating all of the pictures and stories about Jordan.<br /><br />Let's say this: She LOVES planes. She's so excited about "flying in the sky." She had to brag about it to everyone at school yesterday. She also had to show off a new pair of shoes we bought at the Disney Store. I have allowed my daughter to totally buy into the Disney mystique. I'm totally okay with it. My husband wants to shoot me. I've never been a princess type, but if my daughter likes it, I'll play. (I can't believe I just wrote that since I swore my daughter would never wear pink and we'd avoid all gender-assigning games and toys)<br /><br />Oh! And Jordan was dry the entire trip. She even went potty on the plane! Incredible!<br /><br />I promise to write more, but I'm working late tonight and I want to enjoy a nice day outside and read a book for a little while. It's one of the first times I've been alone in a long time. It's also really nice out and I don't want to miss sitting under a tree for a little while!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-15836869818207255252008-06-06T23:46:00.003-05:002008-06-07T00:00:47.417-05:00My dancing girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEoT1Y8VPgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MDZSDiWNfUw/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEoT1Y8VPgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MDZSDiWNfUw/s320/DSC04102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208997726956895746" border="0" /></a>Jordan had her first dance class yesterday. It was kinda cool. Not because she really participated in the class (I'd say she half participated). What was cool was how she was excited about getting dressed up. She talked about being a princess and wearing princess shoes (her ballet shoes). She was very proud to be a part of that experience.<br /><br />It was actually very cool to see her in the class. She was so tiny dancing and walking around with the other kids. It's a class for kids between 3 and 5. Miss Jordan isn't quite 2 and a half, so this was just special. I work with the dance teacher at the university and she invited Jordan to participate this summer after her <a href="http://bornjustright.blogspot.com/2007/12/see-it-up-close.html">awesome performance in the Nutcracker</a> last year.<br /><br />To cap off the sweet part of the day, Jordan slept in her ballet shoes all night. She actually danced to the bathroom when she woke up in the morning.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-21514463963656186552008-06-03T22:24:00.005-05:002008-06-03T23:07:50.372-05:00New casts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEYLlX60DxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ML6T6U-Vkp4/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEYLlX60DxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ML6T6U-Vkp4/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207862755804319506" border="0" /></a>Jordan had her feet casted once again to get her new shoe inserts. It has been SO long since her ankles have had extra support. I look forward to being able to help her feel a lot more comfortable while we hike all over the place this summer.<br /><br />When we got to the orthotic company, I was worried she would be really cranky and uncooperative. But she changed moods really rapidly and was really very sweet during the casting process. She played with the foot molds (that the blue thing on her left foot in the picture). She was happy to hold onto the molds and admire them (she was calling them her foot by saying: "I got my foot Mommy!"). She was sweet even after she got a little boo boo on one foot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEYTycy1TgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/01tAHak7254/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEYTycy1TgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/01tAHak7254/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207871776544345602" border="0" /></a>After her appointment, we walked to Cam's school and picked him up to celebrate the end of the school year. Jordan is on a three year countdown until her Kindergarten experience. That's a strange thought. On our walk home, we noticed a neighbor who has a four (almost 5) year old son and twin girls who are four months younger than Jordan. We spent time over there. It was so fun to see Jordan starting to build a friendship with girls who live so darn close to our house. Play friends so nearby. It's very exciting. The girls played in their backyard pool - Jordan didn't have her swimsuit but I just let her go crazy in her underwear. Jordan also decided it was cool to use their bathroom - she made four pit stops. (Only one was productive) She didn't want to go home and cried all the way. I didn't mind, Cam was pretty upset about going home as well.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-42817674715333042372008-06-03T10:49:00.004-05:002008-06-03T12:01:26.178-05:00Fun fun fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEV3z2rxZLI/AAAAAAAAAws/3goPhml3EQ8/s1600-h/DSC04076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SEV3z2rxZLI/AAAAAAAAAws/3goPhml3EQ8/s320/DSC04076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207700276859987122" border="0" /></a>Jordan is starting to talk and talk and talk. So I have to write down a couple of funny things she's saying.<br /><br />When turning on a light she says: "I open the light."<br />When turning off a light she says: "I close the light."<br /><br />When Randy was leaving for work yesterday she asked: "You got your bye-bye bag? You go to your car and go bye bye?"<br />Bye bye bag. I like that. I isn't a computer bag anymore. It's a bye bye bag.<br /><br />While going upstairs with Cameron yesterday, Jordan started yelling: "Wait up you guys!"<br /><br />This weekend, we went on a bike trip down the Katy Trail... It's a pretty nice and easy trek even though it was hot outside. We were all biking while Jordan road around in the bike trailer. She did NOT like riding in trailer. She was feeling trapped and uninvolved. Her best tactic: Scream that she needed to go potty. We'd stop and offer her a chance to use the grass as a bathroom, but she was not interested. We finally had to turn around and find a bathroom. She actually used a public bathroom for the first time. But since that's been a challenge and we're planning a big road trip, I just bought a <a href="http://store.babycenter.com/product/safety+-+baby+care/potty+training/potties+-+step+stools/potty+on-the-go.do?asc=false">travel potty</a>. I think it will make like a little easier. Anyway, after we turned around, she got to run around on the trail and she was just so dang happy (see picture).<br /><br />We're finally getting Jordan's feet casted today for her shoe inserts. The previous fitting wasn't done properly so we have to go through it again. This has been a really crazy delayed process and Jordan's really enjoying life in shoes that don't require socks. I'm expecting a pretty unhappy process when we bring the inserts back into her life. (There I go again - always so negative. Sorry about that.) The upside of taking her to the appointment, I get to leave work a little early and spend some time working out. I work an odd shift on Mondays and I did some Wii Fit yesterday afternoon while Jordan snacked and watched. As I tried a number of yoga poses, Jordan kept asking: "Whatchya doin' Mom?" It's very hard to hold a balancing pose when you're getting the third degree!NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-72734195585373757032008-05-29T20:18:00.003-05:002008-05-30T00:40:24.049-05:0029 Months Old (600th post)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SD9WBdla2GI/AAAAAAAAAwU/9ccwNVg7Aqo/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a1Yd8d3vp4M/SD9WBdla2GI/AAAAAAAAAwU/9ccwNVg7Aqo/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205974277385017442" /></a>In my constant documentation of Jordan, we've reached my girl's 29th month. Every month is another amazing jump in independence and personality. I'm not sure how I can properly document this little one's growth as she becomes more like a a little person every day. I obviously post a lot. This happens to be my 600th post about a 29 month old. That seems a bit extreme. I guess this mom blog thing has become quite the hobby.<br /><br />Along with her growing potty skills (for those of you who know more than what I've been posting about that process, she finally let loose today), she's working on ways to get her clothes off. She's not an expert on putting clothes on, but off is turning into an impressive skill. I came up with a way to help her take shirts off: little arm out first, pull the shirt over her head and then shake her big arm out. It's going very well. These are the little things that used to worry me. But she finds solutions each and every day. I'm proud to be a part of it.<br /><br />If I'm lucky, I'll find a way to stay patient as her powerfully stubborn tests try me. She will fight just about anything I ask her to do. But she and I are learning. I'm training her and she thinks she's training me.<br /><br />Either way, in the last month, Jordan has picked up more words and abilities to really talk about what she wants, needs and is curious about. She's always asking things like: "What's that?" "What's that sound?" "I want that!" "I do it!" Classic stuff. It's just so fun to watch her grow.NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12671417.post-62476678352232681002008-05-28T23:04:00.001-05:002008-05-28T23:04:45.188-05:00Happy birthday Grandma!<object width="500" height="382"><param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=261911&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1"></param><embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=261911&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="500" height="382"></embed></object>NerdyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00856414916998968805noreply@blogger.com