tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210783632009-02-21T05:27:03.318-09:00WidgetSinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-29028932750456111322007-06-23T13:16:00.001-08:002007-06-23T13:23:05.865-08:00Always a whippetOn a non- Kelsey side note, here is my daemon according to a website - its for a movie coming out in the winter and I remember being really mad at the first book because it was so good, but didnt come to a good plot conclusion at the end. Now that the whole series is out, I might have to pick the books up again. Anyway, lets see if this works, maybe I can get Adam to post his too...<br /><br /><object width="450" height="400"><param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=154373"></param><embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=154373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-2902893275045611132?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-35384145804882889252007-06-10T20:24:00.001-08:002007-06-10T20:35:41.183-08:00Kelsey picturesSo, to make up for never posting, I thought I would throw a bunch of pictures up to appease everyone. Here's to hoping :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPx_HbMQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5eGB20GuDBs/s1600-h/100_0230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPx_HbMQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5eGB20GuDBs/s320/100_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659337802821890" border="0" /></a>This one is about a month old, just after we had moved. Finally a day I was allowed to do her hair!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPyPHbMRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ra9eGhyWUQA/s1600-h/100_0233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPyPHbMRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ra9eGhyWUQA/s320/100_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659342097789202" border="0" /></a>The much sought after and NEVER seen in over a year - NAP. It was so amazing Adam had to take a picture for proof.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPyfHbMSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GieKwb6_cPU/s1600-h/100_0273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPyfHbMSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GieKwb6_cPU/s320/100_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659346392756514" border="0" /></a>DEE-TROIT Basketball! Yes, we have her saying it too. To bad they lost :(<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPy_HbMTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AaDijHbTb4w/s1600-h/100_0279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPy_HbMTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AaDijHbTb4w/s320/100_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659354982691122" border="0" /></a>This picture was just today, her summer outfit in her princess room. Just one more princess if you ask me, just one that likes cars, sports and dinosaur boots. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPzPHbMUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6No4esH359I/s1600-h/100_0284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzPzPHbMUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6No4esH359I/s320/100_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659359277658434" border="0" /></a>Okay, so here is the token Kia picture, the other princess in the house. (Adam might argue that I am the other princess, but we dont listen to him - I am the queen after all ;) ) Anyway, its taken a bit, but she is finally settling in a well, once it was warm enough to let her out on the balcony, she was set.<br /><br />I will keep taking pictures and hopefully post more frequently - Jessica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-3538414580488288925?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-83827621704223804902007-06-10T20:11:00.000-08:002007-09-04T15:09:24.210-08:00The Going Away PartySo, a friend of mine from work is leaving. Her husband is off to "how to be a general school" (not really, but its a key school to be promoted to colonel), and so with much sadness a party was thrown. Rather, I should say, <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> was sad, Kelsey was very happy. She could hang out with her friends and have a great time - my baby kangaroo got to bounce - a lot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNGPHbMKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EDYjDaXbSGg/s1600-h/100_0235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNGPHbMKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EDYjDaXbSGg/s320/100_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656387160289442" border="0" /></a>See? Lots of bouncing on a trampoline!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNGfHbMLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F8Mitv_TBLs/s1600-h/100_0245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNGfHbMLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F8Mitv_TBLs/s320/100_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656391455256754" border="0" /></a>Stopped by the occasional cuddle :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNG_HbMMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nlv0jAm6qJ8/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNG_HbMMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nlv0jAm6qJ8/s320/100_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656400045191362" border="0" /></a>Margarita anyone? Okay, so it was non-alcoholic but its still cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNHfHbMOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Aie29_dRVfg/s1600-h/100_0272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RmzNHfHbMOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Aie29_dRVfg/s320/100_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656408635125986" border="0" /></a>Even the good-bye girl got a bounce in!<br />I'm gonna miss you - good luck!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-8382762170422380490?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-32315128009565312942007-02-21T10:36:00.000-09:002007-02-21T10:41:59.454-09:00Disneyland part 2More pictures on the previous post:<br /><br />Kelsey and Princess Aurora<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygCJaTlHI/AAAAAAAAADA/MjWmjf6crmo/s1600-h/Disneyland+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034074442239808626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygCJaTlHI/AAAAAAAAADA/MjWmjf6crmo/s320/Disneyland+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey and Princess Jasmine<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygCZaTlII/AAAAAAAAADI/H4cg4Rt6Lak/s1600-h/Disneyland+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034074446534775938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygCZaTlII/AAAAAAAAADI/H4cg4Rt6Lak/s320/Disneyland+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey and Princess Mulan<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygC5aTlJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/otqQ5Hn3IKY/s1600-h/Disneyland+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034074455124710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygC5aTlJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/otqQ5Hn3IKY/s320/Disneyland+035.JPG" border="0" /></a> Princess Kelsey waiting for the parade - very exciting!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygDZaTlKI/AAAAAAAAADY/GaoQUtRIu24/s1600-h/Disneyland+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034074463714645154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdygDZaTlKI/AAAAAAAAADY/GaoQUtRIu24/s320/Disneyland+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-3231512800956531294?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-22471085909360778402007-02-21T10:25:00.000-09:002007-02-21T10:36:45.755-09:00DisneylandSo, I have to say I was really excited to go to Disneyland, almost as excited as Kelsey. We had a blast, it was a late night (we stayed for the parade) but I dont regret it. The parade theme right now is right up Kelsey's alley - princesses and fairies. Totally awesome. Also along the way we saw Cinderellas castle, and waited for the princess fantasy faire where she got to meet Aurora, Jasmine and Mulan. So here we go, picture time:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyetZaTlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FzsJDW2SzGo/s1600-h/Disneyland+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034072986245895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyetZaTlDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FzsJDW2SzGo/s320/Disneyland+008.JPG" border="0" /></a>Where to go, where to go?<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/Rdyet5aTlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/QPPxCpRobbo/s1600-h/Disneyland+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034072994835829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/Rdyet5aTlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/QPPxCpRobbo/s320/Disneyland+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Carosel anyone?<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyeuJaTlFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zx1gbkadYcw/s1600-h/Disneyland+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034072999130797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyeuJaTlFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zx1gbkadYcw/s320/Disneyland+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Damn crowns anyway, they never fit right!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyeupaTlGI/AAAAAAAAACo/dqoZop-2bVY/s1600-h/Disneyland+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034073007720731746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdyeupaTlGI/AAAAAAAAACo/dqoZop-2bVY/s320/Disneyland+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>More pictures on part 2, I couldn't get them all to fit. (Darn it!)<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-2247108590936077840?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-81868819300062217902007-02-18T17:00:00.000-09:002007-02-18T17:22:07.054-09:00Visit to CaliforniaSo, in search of a warm spot for a vacation and having a sister in California, Kelsey and I travelled south this week for a visit. After a bit of an adventure on the plane (long delays due to maintence - making me glad Adam wasnt there (he already hates to fly as it is)) we arrived. We relaxed all day yesterday and today the real adventure began - the Santa Barbara Zoo. <br /><br />Its a good kid size with lots of animals and lots of neat things to see. So, here are some pictures to start you out on our adventure:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHc5aTk_I/AAAAAAAAABg/R5-ZRmVwmzo/s1600-h/Kelsey+2-18-07+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033062251592127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHc5aTk_I/AAAAAAAAABg/R5-ZRmVwmzo/s320/Kelsey+2-18-07+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ducks! Kelsey likes ducks, so we took a picture.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHdZaTlAI/AAAAAAAAABo/Re-E7AeLz18/s1600-h/Kelsey+2-18-07+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033062260182062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHdZaTlAI/AAAAAAAAABo/Re-E7AeLz18/s320/Kelsey+2-18-07+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Penguins! Kelsey LOVES penguins, so we had to take a picture<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHdpaTlBI/AAAAAAAAABw/GmKA9WMNRN0/s1600-h/Kelsey+2-18-07+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033062264477029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHdpaTlBI/AAAAAAAAABw/GmKA9WMNRN0/s320/Kelsey+2-18-07+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey and Aunt Jane, she likes her even more than penguins and ducks. No accounting for taste :P<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHeJaTlCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DCbTv1qhS7I/s1600-h/Kelsey+2-18-07+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033062273066964002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RdkHeJaTlCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DCbTv1qhS7I/s320/Kelsey+2-18-07+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> See the lion in the back? She was just hanging out, chilling in the sun. It was awesome and REALLY close. Next time I can get Adam down here, we will come back. Its definately the kid friendly version of the San Diego Zoo as it is alot smaller, but still really cool.<br /><br /><div>Adventure to follow: Disneyland, the beach and a visit from her Uncle Jason who plans to come down from Idaho for a quick visit before we go home.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-8186881930006221790?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-50769102949599189882006-12-24T21:47:00.000-09:002006-12-24T21:57:01.489-09:00A day in the life of a Kelsey<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906g_CuMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/djZybE9uMOQ/s1600-h/DCP_2048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906g_CuMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/djZybE9uMOQ/s320/DCP_2048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353458922240194" border="0" /></a>No! I don't wanna get up! (A.K.A Like father like daughter.)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906g_CuNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2TeKYccbEmY/s1600-h/DCP_2042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906g_CuNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2TeKYccbEmY/s320/DCP_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353458922240210" border="0" /></a>Okay, i'm up and dressed, now what? Trouble, I mean play, time...perfect.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906w_CuOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KprLOtyihI0/s1600-h/DCP_2043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906w_CuOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KprLOtyihI0/s320/DCP_2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353463217207522" border="0" /></a>Outside? Fun!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906w_CuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cooNT_GiEw4/s1600-h/dcp_2060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY906w_CuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cooNT_GiEw4/s320/dcp_2060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353463217207538" border="0" /></a>All bundled up and ready to go. (Mom forgot the camera, so no outside pictures this time maybe later.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY907A_CuQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OgZ70eLXcCE/s1600-h/DCP_2047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY907A_CuQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OgZ70eLXcCE/s320/DCP_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353467512174850" border="0" /></a>Naptime!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY91FA_CuRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tqFAlqmJbtw/s1600-h/dcp_2056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY91FA_CuRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tqFAlqmJbtw/s320/dcp_2056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353639310866706" border="0" /></a>Up and ready to make messes (A.K.A. Like mother like daughter).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY91FA_CuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LFbcfeLdQbI/s1600-h/dcp_2058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY91FA_CuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LFbcfeLdQbI/s320/dcp_2058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012353639310866722" border="0" /></a>A quick dance before bedtime. What else could a girl ask for?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJYlZDOSBYE/RY91FA_CuRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tqFAlqmJbtw/s1600-h/dcp_2056.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-5076910294959918988?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1162499056643408652006-11-02T10:50:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:27.495-09:00Halloween, Fairy Princesses, etc.Let me set the stage: imagine one afternoon as you are wandering through Wal-Mart, you get this idea. "Hmm, we should let our daughter get dressed up for Halloween". Immediately, I think "Yes, we should! Halloween is by far my favorite holiday!" So we look to our daughter and say: "So what kind of monster do you want to be?" Her answer:<br /><br /><br />"Fairy princess!" Yes, scary monster indeed! *shudders*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/fairy-back.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/fairy-back.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here we approach this deadly monster from behind. We'll try and sneak up on her as her kind are known to be quite ferocious and deadly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_2035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/DCP_2035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />AH! she's spotted us. But wait...can it possibly be that this one is innocent and sweet? It certainly appears to be so.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/Ferocious.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/Ferocious.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Either she finds us to be most amusing....or wait, I've seen that look before.<br />Oh...NOOOOOO!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/Gotyou.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/Gotyou.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We're toast....the evil fairy princess strikes again!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/belly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/belly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here she will wait; full belly waiting for her next victim(s).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-116249905664340865?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1162496932682511912006-11-02T10:32:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:27.418-09:00So it's been a while...Yes, yes...it's been a very long time since the last update. In fact, as opposed to the sunny scenes that are in the last entries, we are now in a time of winter wonderland up here in the great northwest.<br /><br />Yes, that means it's gotten cold. Excuses, they do abound, but really - upper division accounting courses are just so <span style="font-style: italic;">rivetting - </span>really! I just can't pull myself away from them *cries*<br /><br />So anyway, what's new with the widget? Let's see...she's grown, that's for certain. I still say it's all mostly in her head, but Jess thinks I'll give her a complex :) What can I say? I like teasing the little melonhead. I figure the bigger the head, the bigger the brain, right? right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_2031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/DCP_2031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So here we are with picture number 1. This is our daughter learning the unhealthy habit of MMORPG'S (that's massively multiplayer online roleplaying games for you normal, safe people out there) in particular World of Warcraft (there...I advertised and plugged, gimme free stuff!)<br /><br />Basically, during the day, our darling daughter will take a computer (generally her mother's) by force and hold it for an undisclosed amount of time, in which the demands of "Dr. Seuss" and "Cat in the Hat" can be heard.<br /><br /><br /><br />Our next wonderful picture takes us to wintertime:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/kelseybutt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/400/kelseybutt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Though she doesn't look overly thrilled right now, trust me, she's constantly giggling in glee as she anticipates going outside to play around in the snow with all the dogs outside. Of course, all that running around and giggling with glee makes it hard to actually get the stuff on her, but she's too young to realize that it's all counterproductive to her actual goals.<br /><br />In time little one, in time you shall learn....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, I'm not going to blow all the pictures in just one post, so I'll get this one up and get to work on the next one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-116249693268251191?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1154301868840304742006-07-30T15:08:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:27.255-09:00July '06<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Once in a while she actually lets me do her hair. Every time I have to take a picture, because a) its just so cute and b) it happens so rarely I have to enjoy it when it does happen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_2020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_2020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The next is Kelsey in her new yellow outfit from her Auntie Angela. It looks pretty good on her doesn't it? (And another way to do her hair. In case Adam hasnt sent the email yet, thanks Ang.) :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_2023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_2023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_2016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_2016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kelsey is in a sweater (its been in the low 60's here and rainy a few days last week), over her new yellow dress. However, she insisted on the hood up and the sun glasses. Kid's got fashion sense - or is that non-sense? :)<br /><br /><br />Picture with Kia and Kelsey is just plan adorable. I love her expression. Had to include it.<br /><br /><br /><br />Many things going on around here. We are often outside enjoying the sun, and rain, as we get it. Kelsey loves splashing in the puddles. We are also getting ready for a really quick visit from my sister (less than 12 hours) then a much more extended visit from Kelsey's Grandma Jean.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-115430186884030474?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1151270257854839562006-06-25T13:11:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:27.175-09:00Mickey and the Zoo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_2006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So, first I have a picture of Kelsey and her new favorite toys this week...giant Mickey and Minnie Mouse. She rediscovered them in her bedroom this week and has been dragging them around here wherever she is allowed to take them.<br /><br /><br />Next, the Zoo, well Kelsey and I went to the zoo today (Adam was not feeling well so he stayed home). It was a really cool trip. We got to see wolf pups, a really active snow leopard and some sleeping tigers. Kelsey will now tell you that tigers say "meow" and owls say "ooo ooo" (her who's sound like "ooo's). Anyway it was a great trip. The bad news is that the camera didnt want to work so we have no pictures. I will fix the problem and we are planning a second trip to the Zoo when Adam is feeling better. Until then, pictures of Kelsey with the "wild" stuffed mice will have to do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-115127025785483956?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1151035681055492682006-06-22T20:01:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:27.105-09:00To long...I have been a bad, bad communicator of late. I blame being busy. Its a weak excuse, but its there. Only one real photo for now. We are going to the zoo this weekend and hopefully I will not forget my camera.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_1987%20%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_1987%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />As for the photo, Kelsey loves to play around with clothes, so this is the ensemble she came up with one day. I remember my sister making fun of me for some of this strange clothing ideas I thought looked good, so this is probably all my fault. :) Oh well, no shame really, i can -almost- get my clothes to match these days :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-115103568105549268?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1146371240730078162006-04-29T20:13:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:27.026-09:00To the Park!It was beautiful outside today, so we all went to the park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1982.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1982.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kelsey likes to ride on all the toys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1986.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Her favorite thing is the slide.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1973%20%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1973%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Even for a little shy girl, the big twisty slide is her favorite slide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1979%20%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1979%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There were lots of kids, dogs and dads at the park today. Kelsey enjoyed all as long as they stayed a few feet away. As soon as one of the boys would come and try and play on the same play thing that she was on, she would say "Up please" and demand to be moved away. In case you were wondering, Kia went for the walk too. She was also a good girl and behaved herself really well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114637124073007816?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1145937332681569692006-04-24T19:44:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:26.947-09:00Puzzle Weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_1964%20%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_1964%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Kelsey got her easter presents from Aunt Angela. On Saturday I got her dress and put her hair up (using her new clips and pony tail holders) as Kelsey requested. Darn it is cute. The pictures don't do her justice. But I included one anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1968.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1968.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1969.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1971.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1971.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well, this weekend was puzzle weekend in our house. We brought out the puzzles and watched as Kelsey was suddenly able to do tons more than last time they were out. I swear that her motor skill grew by leaps and bounds this time. Not only that, but she can name every shape in the boards, including hexagon and pentagon (not sure how she learned those).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114593733268156969?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1145414148280774192006-04-18T18:29:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:26.873-09:00Tea time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1962.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1962.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday morning Kelsey, Kia and I sat down to tea. Kelsey poured imaginary tea from her tea pot and it was delicious, the best tea ever.<br /><br />She got the tea set for her birthday from Adam and I. Whenever I pull it out for her to play with it is an instant hit. Needless to say, we drank alot of "tea" last weekend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114541414828077419?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1144207699587787452006-04-04T19:16:00.000-08:002006-11-12T11:04:26.796-09:00Sorry!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_1960.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_1960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I know, its been awhile since I have made a post. I am sure you are all wanting to see new pictures. I got sick this last week or so ago, and then this weekend Kelsey got sick. It must be the month of March, this is only her second big cold and the last one was a year ago the end of March. Of course, she does get sniffles once in a while, but this is a<span style="font-style: italic;"> major </span>cold. So, Kelsey has watched Fraggle Rock this week, and gotten a princess bed (Jane, I am sure you will remember those) and been pretty much spoiled and by the picture, she is apparently loving it. We have had to turn the humidifier on (thank you Jason) and sleep has finally been coming to Kelsey. So, I am hoping to just have to hold out a few more days and health should come back to the house. Of course, now it's Adam's turn to get sick....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114420769958778745?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1142558127611546622006-03-16T16:03:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.703-09:00Why Kelsey is Adam's DaughterI know, it should be obvious, I mean look at her...she looks just like him. But last night confirmed it for me, and he too had to laughingly admit it. So there she sits, eating dinner, or rather not eating dinner. She decided it wasnt nummy and was picking at it. He turns to her and says, slowly and with great emphasis on each word "Eat. your. dinner.". She immediately responds, in the same tone of voice and emphasis on each word "I. want. kitties.". <br /><br />(Now, "kitties" is a video of these 2 cats sailing in boat, wearing armor and dancing to Led Zepplin's "Immigrant Song". Why does she like this? Probably because her mom does and she is my kid too. I mean the cats rocking out to that song is great, and the song alone is great, so who wouldn't like it?)<br /><br />But, back to the story at hand he repeats "Eat. your. dinner." she repeats "I. want. kitties" I am at this point hysterical with laughter. All Adam does is smile, shake his head and say "She is so my daughter". So, in the end, she did eat her dinner, and since it took her like an hour, she had forgotten all about "kitties" and we moved on to books as a reward. It worked out, it was cute, and we had a good laugh out of it. Now you can all laugh too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114255812761154662?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1142039536084044182006-03-10T15:59:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.630-09:00Birthday Disappointments...So, Adam received his birthday presents from his mom today (thanks Jean!) and Kelsey was there to help. Apparently this is how it all went down (I was at work, so this is all hearsay) :<br /><br />Adam opened up his birthday box, which has some unwrapped items, plus his birthday card in it along with a wrapped present. As he is putting the card up, "little miss Kelsey Ann" (his words) grabs the wrapped present, yells "birthday present" and starts running. He finds her in her room opening said present, "ripping the paper and everything". She then removes the nice sweatshirt from the paper and begins to cry upon realizing that it will not fit her. She has to be held and consoled...hippo had to be retrieved and used to comfort (she had hid hippo in a bag and couldn't find him, it was apparently hysteria - Kelsey's panic button <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>pressed). Then, after a long bout of comforting, she was ready to try the sweatshirt on. Still to big, but worth wearing and everything was okay. Thankfully, all the birthdays are over now - until next year at any rate. By which time, I ought to be able to explain about <span style="font-style: italic;">other </span>peoples birthdays - not all birthdays are <span style="font-style: italic;">your </span>birthday!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114203953608404418?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1141797157188880912006-03-07T20:45:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.565-09:00Snowing!Well, we took the kid out today for a little fun in the snow, and finally remembered to take the camera with us!. So, while Adam minded the dog, I got a few pictures taken. What is on her hands you might ask...well, Kelsey think's mama's gubs (gloves) are the best and insists that those are the ones to wear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1957.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1955.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, and the snow today? I haven't heard any totals but its been at least 3-5 inches on this side of town. And I would call that a conservative estimate. Kelsey and Kia loved it, I am sick of winter already...where is spring?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114179715718888091?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1141265019030047342006-03-01T16:56:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.490-09:00Mama's moment of bragging!As a mother, I have on occation been known to proclaim the wonderfulness of my child. (What mother hasn't I ask you?) So, I ask you all to bear with me as I have to brag. Today I came home and Adam showed me the coloring Kelsey had been doing today (another favorite occupation of hers). He says that she drew a shape, roughly one that looks like "H" and said "H", then she drew an "S" and an attempt a "Y" naming the letters. She then requested that he draw an "X" (her favorite letter) as well as a few others. Not only do I have written proof but it's just a great story. Darn, she is one smart kid, at least thats what I say! <br /><br />(Her Uncle Jason got her an awesome Leap Frog toy for her birthday, it starts with letters and the names of letter then moves slowly toward phonics and stuff, she loves it. I think thats where she got this idea from to write letters down. Thanks big brother!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114126501903004734?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1141264530383490782006-03-01T16:45:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.429-09:00"Want go outside!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/dcp_1939.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/dcp_1939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kelsey has decided that outside is the place she wants to be. Mind you, its 5-25F degrees outside this week. But she doesn't seem to care, she is willing to put on "booties" and coat and get going when prompted. OK forget prompted...whenever the dog goes out Kelsey DEMANDS to go out as well. I think its partly that it snowed and she likes to kick snow, partly because she is 2 and likes to get her way, (and who am i stop her from going outside) , and partly because she loves her winter gear. She even wakes up and makes Adam take her outside, its good for both of them.<br /><br />The picture is, in fact, evidence of this fact. This was one of those times she asked to go outside...she got herself all dressed (note the shoes on the wrong feet) and would not let me fix anything or take her coat off until she got to go outside. So we went out, played for like 5 minutes (its cold out there) and then came in. Oh yeah, notice the leash (or as she says " 'eash")? Kia had to come along, can't go anywhere with her. What a kid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114126453038349078?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1140488674096524662006-02-20T17:18:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.339-09:00K squaredOkay, so first I want to start by saying that Kia is really a happy well balenced dog. She just tries to look miserable for pictures. I swear its because of the camera, the rest of the time she has smiles on her face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/Stethescope%20attacks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/Stethescope%20attacks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So, sometimes, Kia has to play Kelsey's games, today it was "Stethescope in the eye" Always fun!. At least Kia is tolerant. A very good girl.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/foot%20guardian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/foot%20guardian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kia - Kelsey's foot guardian. I like to think that Kia is protecting the feet from toe nibbling goblins, but really I know she is waiting for crumbs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1868.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Kia and Kelsey, best friends forever, I swear. They are almost always together, and its not just Kelsey following Kia around, as this picture shows. And finally one where Kia doesn't look tortured!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-114048867409652466?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1139194296473303362006-02-05T17:49:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.258-09:00Moving?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1890.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1890.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here the lady of leasure, in her new chair, plans our next move. Adam and I are hoping that she just likes the "Apartment Finder" for the pretty pictures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-113919429647330336?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1139194076353221292006-02-05T17:43:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.182-09:00Birthday Presents Opened<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1877.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/1600/DCP_1898.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5806/2129/320/DCP_1898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-113919407635322129?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21078363.post-1139000330772241142006-02-03T11:46:00.000-09:002006-11-12T11:04:26.085-09:00Happy Birthday, Growth Spurts and Owies!Here it is before noon and it's already been a loaded day!<br /><br />So there we are, sleeping soundly (Kelsey and I) when Jessica comes home and proclaims some nonsense about a doctor's visit. While I remained unimpressed, Kelsey decided that this would be an excellent time to show all that she's learned from her doctor visit Elmo doll.<br /><br />Luckily, the trip to the doctor's office (all .75 miles of it) was uneventful. So uneventful that neither Kelsey or I had even begun to wake up. Had we actually been awake, we would've thought we'd been abducted or something like that. I mean, really...who is up and moving around at 9:30 in the morning? Right Kelsey? (she's nodding. Really!)<br /><br />I will not bore you with the details of our doctor visit and only hit on the good points. It's perfectly normal that our child has an abnormal sleep pattern and thinks that playing at night is fine and dandy! (pay me 100k a year, I could've told myself that!) Anyways, after much effort they were finally able to calculate the spurt our little widget has gone through. The details follow:<br /><br />30 lbs. 13 oz. - 90th percentile (weight - it's all in her head)<br />40.6 cm - 80th percentile (her big melon head - see above)<br />35.25 in - 85th percentile (I'd attribute this to her head as well because it's so big, but I often wonder why they use inches in this measurement and centimeters in the other.)<br /><br /><br />After all of this, Melonhead...err, Kelsey had to get her shots. Consisting of one Hepatitis A shot and a MMR (Measels, Mumps, Rubella) shot. They seem to now have this neat contraption that has about a billion little points on it that they stab your child with so that she cannot feel the actual needle going into her arm. It seemed to work pretty well, though. No crying at all from the shots; just a simple "Owie" from the MMR one.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, kid -- you've now been pulled out of bed, abducted and stabbed! all for your birthday! :)<br /><br /><br />I'll get pictures up sometime within' the century. Really!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21078363-113900033077224114?l=widgetreport.blogspot.com'/></div>Sinnoreply@blogger.com0