tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23964126834345834572024-03-12T20:12:54.160-05:00Peanut, Butter, and Bread SandwichesA story of a family with 2 dogs, a cat, and a baby boy.Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-77534597533955261252011-04-12T23:03:00.001-05:002011-04-12T23:03:56.777-05:00Brush your teeth!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was asked to do an article for the Simpson County newspaper, so I decided to do one on children's dental health. So, I needed a model. Jason was more than happy to oblige! </span></span><br />
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</div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-57735839868353258612011-02-23T20:28:00.000-06:002011-02-23T20:28:54.087-06:00Some things I don't want to forget...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jason has been doing some silly and sweet things recently, and I'm afraid I will forget them if I don't write them down.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> - He loves to walk around with a blanket (which he calls Bah-Bah) over his head, pull it off, and yell "Pee-pie!"</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- He calls oranges "rahr-raaange" and bananas "bah-lither-lithers". I don't understand the banana thing, since he can say ba and nana quite well. It is really cute, and Justin and I have found ourselves calling them bahlitherlithers too.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- The dogs are "pah-pees" and Butter is still "Bah". She's been called that since Jason first started talking.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Jason loves to blow kisses at everyone. It's so cute. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- When he wants milk, he says "malll-kuh". And if you don't get him milk, he will say "mall-kuh-kuh-kuh". He also calls all drinks milk, but he does know how to say juice.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Yes is pronounced "yesh" and please is "peas". </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- He has busted his chin several times, so when he's pointing out the features of the face, he points to his chin and says "ouch". </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Ear is "ee-yur". </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- He refuses to say nose. He can name everything on the face, but he will not say nose. I can't figure this out.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- He can tell you the sound of a ton of animals. Cats (which he calls "cacks") say "ee-how". Goats say "knee" instead of nay. Peacocks are "pee-pops" in our house.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Our boy can get down. He loves to dance, and seems to dance the most to bluesy-jazz music. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- When I showed him the ladder to the slide, he looked at me like "Why haven't you shown me this before?" and climbed right up to the top.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">- He says hey and bye to everyone he sees. I think he is the happiest and sweetest baby I've ever met.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MKefh7ZZrZHMKFo6JtD0Y_FuQmkhNF5teOWlEDBIUSStXQExIE3pg5_5Bz0oUyOUjmWaxXmZMd0_1uv2moF7H7fKtPo_S3OkdLKyl9GWNyn8LKYRJhpT-kyecb3_raqfcTwoV1f0e5y4/s1600/love+stinks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MKefh7ZZrZHMKFo6JtD0Y_FuQmkhNF5teOWlEDBIUSStXQExIE3pg5_5Bz0oUyOUjmWaxXmZMd0_1uv2moF7H7fKtPo_S3OkdLKyl9GWNyn8LKYRJhpT-kyecb3_raqfcTwoV1f0e5y4/s640/love+stinks.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, how I love this boy!</span></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-30806329429794065702011-02-23T20:06:00.001-06:002011-02-23T20:07:55.937-06:00Outdoor boy!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">My friends have been telling me that the way they potty trained their boys was to just let them run around outside without a diaper on. Since it has been such good weather recently, I decided to try it. Monday, after work, I got Jason and we went outside. He was commando, I was not. After a little while, he went out to the "woods" part of our yard (where the dogs poop), and squatted. I asked him what he was doing, and he pointed to his booty and said "doo-doo". I thought he was kidding, but he was telling the truth. At least he knew the correct place to go!</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jason does love being outside. He's mastered climbing up the slide, and swinging on the big boy swing. Here are some pics/video:</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"> Here's some video of him swinging:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I thought it turned out pretty good!</span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-80476407628031340252011-01-25T18:07:00.000-06:002011-01-25T18:07:44.497-06:00What does Dada say?<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We have been doing a lot of "What does the ____ say?" game. This is one of Jason's funnier answers!</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/BjL4xHIk9EA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-869680424096767252011-01-13T17:24:00.005-06:002011-01-13T17:30:36.347-06:00Nanta came!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qysl_x6OopUaPqKQoFU6ns3hIy2e9UHbz85LBCgKDVIWxYKATpePoVLuGExDo7hykS9W7LxcGv4QGCHPzn_qvPj4ly7aQBnOSM53hpu8SJKWQzYkPzDJm6Iwc70tc8pHKeuK7tJyZMur/s1600/jason%2527schristmas-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qysl_x6OopUaPqKQoFU6ns3hIy2e9UHbz85LBCgKDVIWxYKATpePoVLuGExDo7hykS9W7LxcGv4QGCHPzn_qvPj4ly7aQBnOSM53hpu8SJKWQzYkPzDJm6Iwc70tc8pHKeuK7tJyZMur/s400/jason%2527schristmas-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561816480586828418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was Jason's second Christmas. It was way more fun than the first one! He actually got excited about his gifts and would say "Oooo!" if he really liked something. Santa (or Nanta as Jason calls him) got him some drums, which he was really excited about. Also, he loved looking at Christmas lights. Every little light would cause him to say "Ooo! Light!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGAXJjnc0UykB0ANhCaTzKU1z7UJgWh0zHn3AU8M0G3myoNI4Zo30lO2e4WXX0kR480QIEGTTSiY9owqfnLobvdf6YLoBI7AkcoL9f8SaGLS-DwFHKkJ6amSYl_eStDlg1W3rOoxfzcUK/s1600/jason%2527schristmas-4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGAXJjnc0UykB0ANhCaTzKU1z7UJgWh0zHn3AU8M0G3myoNI4Zo30lO2e4WXX0kR480QIEGTTSiY9owqfnLobvdf6YLoBI7AkcoL9f8SaGLS-DwFHKkJ6amSYl_eStDlg1W3rOoxfzcUK/s400/jason%2527schristmas-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561816205283695074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS83ESHcPdM2o5liIyMsD6l0pw7qyMRJZe7E86pPnF2F10nsv_sRtVxf2F2WAatYkZmXOLjvLUsfVvLJHhIb9-l854c-_RFPSDmPgrt5T2i8F9MRcHeJjdePjUvRlRYU0AlnGLY33FOod/s1600/jason%2527schristmas-11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS83ESHcPdM2o5liIyMsD6l0pw7qyMRJZe7E86pPnF2F10nsv_sRtVxf2F2WAatYkZmXOLjvLUsfVvLJHhIb9-l854c-_RFPSDmPgrt5T2i8F9MRcHeJjdePjUvRlRYU0AlnGLY33FOod/s400/jason%2527schristmas-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561816807090813618" border="0" /></a>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-15370280878862727482010-09-25T19:15:00.013-05:002011-02-23T20:37:23.933-06:00Catching Up.Hey everybody. This is justin. Cristie obviously hasn’t updated her blog in a while. She’s usually busy keeping Jason or being a dentist so she doesn’t have the time. Since I’m a teacher and don’t have a real job I broke into her account to try to give an updated account of our lives. Lots has changed over the past months. Jason has had his 1<sup>st</sup> birthday, first steps , found his voice, and learned how to play drums. He's going to be the next Ringo Star. <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"> The dogs and cat that this blog was named after we don’t even care about any more. Just kidding, Cristie and Jason still love them. In fact, Jason likes to sit on peanuts back or head or whatever is available for the taking. Cristie says he’s playing “ride-a-horsey”. We think that bread our pom may be getting fat because Jason likes to get food out and feed him one piece at a time. He thinks it’s funny.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> Any way to catch you up here some of our favorite pics from our summer to catch you up.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_BPWoC6Xd-XJRMzxOBNK33p2fp928Qp-lkqfh0mHD3ktUOdQ0sIKDuFnZHrTw7RhEr6uAOGcKsvOlgie5BszpwTaBA2qK-zbFs_kg-Sopxmf0IIUMLs0x7djcsdtT7GRYAVwaQut8fd3/s1600/IMG_2208.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521016816538473858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_BPWoC6Xd-XJRMzxOBNK33p2fp928Qp-lkqfh0mHD3ktUOdQ0sIKDuFnZHrTw7RhEr6uAOGcKsvOlgie5BszpwTaBA2qK-zbFs_kg-Sopxmf0IIUMLs0x7djcsdtT7GRYAVwaQut8fd3/s400/IMG_2208.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjtb0hAqLKqCJSnznC8vTLaQBP5d7_QhCe8s6T27u2FLiIDOX9y4RZdAZXiVqR0HxCLp_Y68Fjk1zK5oWAq-uPrVWHvmuME-oEjLzSWELBuV6pg0qmD2wecIJiW7mAyCDY9bFHybm4m3S/s1600/IMG_4440.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521017518686460322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjtb0hAqLKqCJSnznC8vTLaQBP5d7_QhCe8s6T27u2FLiIDOX9y4RZdAZXiVqR0HxCLp_Y68Fjk1zK5oWAq-uPrVWHvmuME-oEjLzSWELBuV6pg0qmD2wecIJiW7mAyCDY9bFHybm4m3S/s400/IMG_4440.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; height: 267px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /></a></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-50315250176453177622010-05-21T16:20:00.002-05:002010-05-21T16:20:53.160-05:00Bunnies galore...well, not really!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We had the great idea to get some bunnies to take Easter photos with. We got one bunny from out in the country past Canton, but Justin t</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hought she was lonely. So, we had to go get another from Briarwood Pet Shop. When it came </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">time to take the photos, the bunnies were great! Unfortunately, Jaso</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">n just thought they would be fun to sit on or to pull their ears. PETA is going to come after us for this one: </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3ohHKvh6KOTZbrqGXnRn6sycyF5zWs8k52ff8iCgzjfq-70bhDUhsEnFH-pFz33cvhv5qFHMlBv0-Qhi7l0mT6-8SRTfwiS-ObAOjo7X77rtUjqzG3EyzBLLVVzkUjqECrhWJpkFOYeM/s1600/IMG_5529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3ohHKvh6KOTZbrqGXnRn6sycyF5zWs8k52ff8iCgzjfq-70bhDUhsEnFH-pFz33cvhv5qFHMlBv0-Qhi7l0mT6-8SRTfwiS-ObAOjo7X77rtUjqzG3EyzBLLVVzkUjqECrhWJpkFOYeM/s400/IMG_5529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473155088214484034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Justin intervened, and we did get a couple of pictures with the bunnies.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5OsOj4MvNfD-BhBZbM0-180dj5jaCR6WoJUyBixqDgUwZy4r5MIJV8XcqTlirlF1bewKEM6tAKMSamGAmdMjJM6NZsqrp2mNwKP0uaqmX9gUOTtBzDdcBsMN9zEDbzhLBRYud0l4WMrc/s1600/IMG_5516.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5OsOj4MvNfD-BhBZbM0-180dj5jaCR6WoJUyBixqDgUwZy4r5MIJV8XcqTlirlF1bewKEM6tAKMSamGAmdMjJM6NZsqrp2mNwKP0uaqmX9gUOTtBzDdcBsMN9zEDbzhLBRYud0l4WMrc/s400/IMG_5516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473154945918890082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We didn’t get many good pictures with them. This was the best picture we got with Jason and one of the bunnies:</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAitbyYvwMXAPt9X-WZqEYMPyXea_rzoD5MTHcAYVruoKin6J-PVvnkxcNrjhk31a7W0bhXiXGG_xJN9sH65wkedWS9zbsoIAA_h8xSV6hQwEyn-xPoBzMnnEPvyGhS0nAg_DMT57ThnI/s1600/IMG_5545.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAitbyYvwMXAPt9X-WZqEYMPyXea_rzoD5MTHcAYVruoKin6J-PVvnkxcNrjhk31a7W0bhXiXGG_xJN9sH65wkedWS9zbsoIAA_h8xSV6hQwEyn-xPoBzMnnEPvyGhS0nAg_DMT57ThnI/s400/IMG_5545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473155250287944466" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Poor bunny had nowhere to go, and Jason couldn't sit on top of her in his swing!<br /><br />Jason did pose well for some pictures by himself. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWH5LpUwxM4VF7b-BlG68AnkMrB-AGEBot5aBwvBUrd7PIYhIVblzqr-4ugV_q0GhxbsnXKGGIefzWgr4plBO5WEY7wpINNr0XUYWYYzUTIlocZ4bhezMI7SG_1KBnQeBlZYR1gI8BDj-P/s1600/IMG_5456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWH5LpUwxM4VF7b-BlG68AnkMrB-AGEBot5aBwvBUrd7PIYhIVblzqr-4ugV_q0GhxbsnXKGGIefzWgr4plBO5WEY7wpINNr0XUYWYYzUTIlocZ4bhezMI7SG_1KBnQeBlZYR1gI8BDj-P/s400/IMG_5456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473154732471500674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhR80SZTnd2n86JeCNaxAoZ4jg_q9zMN1jxniS9vYV7ZPvThrLXzlyM4lqC1GnCZ-BiKcNKOXjh85driFSYYK-JB2CM_JbmYn2KL_aqKO1wsYvxXJFZ_Vjedj5BLVNSaszy_R0zLf288n/s1600/IMG_5586.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhR80SZTnd2n86JeCNaxAoZ4jg_q9zMN1jxniS9vYV7ZPvThrLXzlyM4lqC1GnCZ-BiKcNKOXjh85driFSYYK-JB2CM_JbmYn2KL_aqKO1wsYvxXJFZ_Vjedj5BLVNSaszy_R0zLf288n/s400/IMG_5586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473155451948392834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Granny’s irises that she gave me 5 years ago were a perfect backdrop!</span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-55764075101805270552010-05-19T20:09:00.000-05:002010-05-19T20:35:27.902-05:00Easter day<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jason woke up Easter morning to a basket full of goodies. As you can tell, he was really amazed! </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LRfjv1COTdf-stMTSYBXMXotlYjxg0gJIXHjUktxgbRzhGkBGtQM_AfUE3a1rS6M2Q2iGuo97ZFtluvon8qhhgvGOj4JZT_9r0NlTJ72S6kbcljbWPYqjtYVX4kZ9ceSNVuQkLVlvvUt/s1600/basket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LRfjv1COTdf-stMTSYBXMXotlYjxg0gJIXHjUktxgbRzhGkBGtQM_AfUE3a1rS6M2Q2iGuo97ZFtluvon8qhhgvGOj4JZT_9r0NlTJ72S6kbcljbWPYqjtYVX4kZ9ceSNVuQkLVlvvUt/s400/basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156578700594002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Either that, or he was really tired. This was the first time he has gotten a gift and actually been interested in it. It really is amazing how much he has grown. He picked up each toy and inspected it before going to the next one. This is totally different behavior than from Christmas, where he could care less about anything but the paper.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We then made our way to church, and after church, got a good picture in front of the house and my wisteria.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodyJGO27sFdmiFhS_b8m-kttV_L2QGNXeC4Y8DVbhILWQxXd-tXjXM_N9dnwkpabDsMLLn9Djznbk8NFDrx4xpNqHrIqJ8pdzQzC0V2b5bVFfPg3C1fiesSrGo8sudAITeCaoWTZ-XqwH/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodyJGO27sFdmiFhS_b8m-kttV_L2QGNXeC4Y8DVbhILWQxXd-tXjXM_N9dnwkpabDsMLLn9Djznbk8NFDrx4xpNqHrIqJ8pdzQzC0V2b5bVFfPg3C1fiesSrGo8sudAITeCaoWTZ-XqwH/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156638771280146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Except for that dog! No, we didn't get another dog. Our neighbors just let him out, and he likes to come play with Peanut all the time. Unfortunately, this was my favorite picture! I guess everything can't be perfect.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />My mom, brother, Jay, and Sandie were able to come </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">over to our house for Easter lunch. I made brisket using the Pioneer Wom</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">an’s recipe and we had lots of other sides. Sandie had brought over eggs for dying, and the adults dyed eggs while Jason took a nap. Then, Justin hid eggs. Wh</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en Jason woke up, we put him in the wagon and let him hunt eggs. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkPtroPUA2x-MSQMOxxTW3xvLTATzUSAVN79XyCteBBmFuEmyVvQuCzHS3wY718r6LZY1hGFiOZbAeny37TcY1ByHiVEi57flbk4JhuOgw-BScey5NpDmiPLNn8W5EwgP3C8l_XXdNrFp/s1600/wagon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkPtroPUA2x-MSQMOxxTW3xvLTATzUSAVN79XyCteBBmFuEmyVvQuCzHS3wY718r6LZY1hGFiOZbAeny37TcY1ByHiVEi57flbk4JhuOgw-BScey5NpDmiPLNn8W5EwgP3C8l_XXdNrFp/s400/wagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156798353858354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqRyWUulNaBZPKZ0rEDxN-D0_t8PrQKMOgFRh9cSl7Np20B4cyer2DkSiK-2329WoU4NDoXEHOFmT2e0vkKmpXGKQQdEw7XUzxgetlDYx311BFwUXoQ1_EmfmKBHZt_AvYFPBnYEsxtkA/s1600/jason.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqRyWUulNaBZPKZ0rEDxN-D0_t8PrQKMOgFRh9cSl7Np20B4cyer2DkSiK-2329WoU4NDoXEHOFmT2e0vkKmpXGKQQdEw7XUzxgetlDYx311BFwUXoQ1_EmfmKBHZt_AvYFPBnYEsxtkA/s400/jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156728425745858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Once he picked up the</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> egg th</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ough, he thought it would be fun to smash them</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> down. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3J0x7XmJrpEsaImUiUuOpbBMgTvzX3qYDUMwLTXZs32K26VTHTMnU7JurVhoICyKB0xmGhIXllMYdcW05VbQfR06UpLWuB2Fn_vT3gUT5dW0SM69AeRfFUz0SqUyY26jBMSPdR7yEbJML/s1600/eggs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3J0x7XmJrpEsaImUiUuOpbBMgTvzX3qYDUMwLTXZs32K26VTHTMnU7JurVhoICyKB0xmGhIXllMYdcW05VbQfR06UpLWuB2Fn_vT3gUT5dW0SM69AeRfFUz0SqUyY26jBMSPdR7yEbJML/s400/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156409955050722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to admit, it did look like lots of fun!</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-76447010193799783042010-05-19T09:32:00.001-05:002010-05-19T09:32:43.884-05:00Yeah, I know it's been a while!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>So, I haven’t posted in a while. 2 months, to be exact. Things have been a little crazy around here. Jason turned one, Justin’s grandparents moved from Kossuth (4.5 hours away) to Clinton, and we’ve just been generally busy trying to keep up with it all! I actually look forward to the week starting so that I can get a break from my weekends. So, I’ll try in the next few posts to catch you up!<br/></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-52083147999907263272010-03-06T19:10:00.001-06:002010-03-06T19:30:22.735-06:0010 months<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wow. Jason is now 10 months old. He is not much of a baby anymore, and that makes me sad! I saw a baby the other day in the mall that was sooo tiny, that I had to ask the mother how much he weighed. He was 7 pounds. That's way more than Jason weighed at birth, and almost twice what his lowest weight got to. I have no memory of him being that tiny, much less smaller than that baby! </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAi6-w_3iQ-RHs1OGeLp0C1Wp_-bY_gs4ApBEHndNK8ofldycieChjODgsXeNHepNnt2J22mAWZzkwPUGOGDVK1YVKAs1lLHjydN2JkhJKLRwH5zuYdPdStqxniHdWDQiV_uP4Sx5mXzcS/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAi6-w_3iQ-RHs1OGeLp0C1Wp_-bY_gs4ApBEHndNK8ofldycieChjODgsXeNHepNnt2J22mAWZzkwPUGOGDVK1YVKAs1lLHjydN2JkhJKLRwH5zuYdPdStqxniHdWDQiV_uP4Sx5mXzcS/s400/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445695173108208834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Look at him! He looks like a teeny tiny baby doll!</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Now that he's in the double digits of age, he's pulling up and crawling on everything. We have gotten this gate/playyard thing and put it around our couch. We tried to make it just a rectangle, but Jason didn't like playing in it without us. So, now we've included the couch, and we call the whole area the "Booger Bear Palace". We mainly have it to protect him from the dogs running like crazy. They haven't hurt him yet, but I just get scared when Peanut hears someone at the door and flies from wherever he is to check it out. Now, with the Booger Bear Palace, Jason is protected, and Peanut still has an alley to run through! Everyone wins!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L5ahev4LI/AAAAAAAAHGA/6HPfdoy4Qj8/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px;" height="518" width="388" /><br /></div><div align="center"><i><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The Booger Bear in his palace<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></i><div align="left"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >The other day (3/3/10), Justin took Jason outside for a photo shoot to celebrate 10 months. Since it was a little cold outside, Justin put his hat on Jason. What's funny is that one month ago, that hat swallowed him up! Now, it's not so big! Justin had gotten a new toy camera, and the black and white pictures are with the new camera (Holga Twin Lens Reflex). The color ones are with his real camera (Canon 5D Mark II). I actually like the Holga ones, which is funny, since the Holga camera only cost $60! The Canon, well, it costs waaaay more. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L7RIp3CjI/AAAAAAAAHGE/yiFP-jl4wI8/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px;" height="389" width="389" /><br /><i><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Standing up like a big boy!<br /><br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L8AN3yk6I/AAAAAAAAHGY/VIJ-CeFDSFI/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px;" height="568" width="379" /><br />Surprise!<br /><br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L8awwhXBI/AAAAAAAAHGk/b6dgl_qq1jE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px;" height="374" width="374" /><br />Crawling<br /><br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L8w1ww5sI/AAAAAAAAHGo/jjm21iUxHNg/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px;" height="565" width="382" /><br />My favorite of the bunch! Guess who he is looking at?<br /><br /></span></i><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></i><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another fun thing he does now: when I am holding him, he sometimes puts his arms around my neck and hugs me. My sweet baby...I made him from scratch!</span></span><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-40305026282148748962010-03-06T18:44:00.001-06:002010-03-06T18:47:18.410-06:00Field Trippin'<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Justin took his RHS Art Club on a field trip around Jackson. He had Jason and me come along as chaperones. <br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L2Jf-x4YI/AAAAAAAAHFw/gqrWTyDwlhs/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 406px; height: 524px;" /><br /></div>I really wasn't too keen on the idea of bringing Jason, since I thought he would be a handful. Boy, was I wrong! Turns out that teenaged girls love babies, or at least, my baby, and they took him over the minute I got on the bus. <br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L2W--DbJI/AAAAAAAAHF4/nZfQIv1xt4E/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 414px; height: 552px;" /><br /></div>They even held him while we ate! <br /><br />We went to Mississippi College and toured the art department and the galleries there. Then, we went to Two Sisters to eat, and then walked next door to the Commons and toured their galleries. We finished up with a trip to Cups, which was really just to keep us from getting back to school before the bell rang. It was loads of fun!<br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/S5L2gTXWJTI/AAAAAAAAHF8/QHnqZEMCebk/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 415px; height: 554px;" /><br /><br /></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-50821215371620295462010-02-06T15:50:00.000-06:002010-02-06T15:56:30.349-06:00The booger bear turns 9 months!<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;">My little, 4 pound, 11 ounce teeny tiny baby boy is now a 9 month old, 15 pound booger bear! I can't get over that he's this big, or that he's already 3/4s of a year old. He's crawling around, pulling up on stuff, standing up, and I just can't take it! I know everyone tells you that they grow too fast, but they</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> rea</span><span style="font-size:130%;">lly do! I've tried hard to soak it all in, and thoroughly enjoy all of the baby-ness, but I still think I could have soaked it up more, somehow. This past month has been tough, as I have had to realize that my baby boy is growing up.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sjweIPQqpTrNU3nG7MbPxKJXU4PUrMltvQywR_hC4EfqcVKrET-BK6C2Vg5N6rSK-0VAM8IWt05qCGEEn7_U0pVFbZIDYe9r4cDyViavsR-Nk9RolbJwjkilEkZeuHMHcnw6WH4DH0XK/s1600-h/booger+bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 456px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sjweIPQqpTrNU3nG7MbPxKJXU4PUrMltvQywR_hC4EfqcVKrET-BK6C2Vg5N6rSK-0VAM8IWt05qCGEEn7_U0pVFbZIDYe9r4cDyViavsR-Nk9RolbJwjkilEkZeuHMHcnw6WH4DH0XK/s400/booger+bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435251592348731186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here's a booger bear, in case you were wondering what that was!</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">This month, we woke up at 2 AM one morning to hear Jason </span><span style="font-size:130%;">crying. Well, he had figured a way to stand up in his bed! He has never even tried to pull up on anything, but somehow, he managed to pull himself up to a full stand in a crib that had not been lowered down! Needless to say, Justin lowered the crib that day. Now, Jason is pulling up on everything!<br /><br />Jason has stopped scooting, and started crawling. He can get to pretty much anywhere he wants to go, but for safety's sake, we have put up a "Booger Bear Palace" in the living room. It's this gated thing that we keep all</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> of his toys in, and he's allowed free reign in it. It also keeps the dogs from running all over him.<br /><br />Jason's also started talking. His first word was Mama, and he followed that later that day with Dada. The next day, he was over those words and started saying bye-bye. He liked bye-bye a lot, and would say it all the tim</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e. Until...he figured out a name for his favorite animal, our cat Butter. He calls her "Bah". I guess that's sort-of like Butter, and she seems to like it. He will say "Baaahh" whenever she comes around. He's been stuck on that word for a week or so now. Who knows what will be next?<br /><br />Jason still doesn't sleep well. I guess he got that from me</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. I was never a good sleeper, although my parents say I slept well as a baby. Well, Jason doesn't. He goes down at about 9 PM. We have tried earlier, but he just cries until 9. So, we've given up and let him go to sleep at 9. He usually wakes at 3-4 AM, eats, and then goes back to sleep until 6:30-7. I would love to have had a baby who slept through the night at 2 months, but alas, that was not in the cards for me! I just try to enjoy those moments in the early morning were it's just me and Jason. It really is sweet when I'm not totally exhausted.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQXQIWuZ5YDxHoFBafKGWlVj1XkgLWRD-N2W_xL7Mgn_vfi5vVkUIQ5MSB8Qlz12T5TEuSWsdopcd9n_6hEVOCa62Nj7Ebe-yS2eAoTczNL6ZbTkBwHWjqfY9ogoleCTa7MzrdIIoF8Ce/s1600-h/9+months.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 465px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQXQIWuZ5YDxHoFBafKGWlVj1XkgLWRD-N2W_xL7Mgn_vfi5vVkUIQ5MSB8Qlz12T5TEuSWsdopcd9n_6hEVOCa62Nj7Ebe-yS2eAoTczNL6ZbTkBwHWjqfY9ogoleCTa7MzrdIIoF8Ce/s400/9+months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435252164977926034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sweet baby boy!<br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I love my baby boy, more than I ever thought I would. He really has changed my life in so many ways, and I wouldn't trade anything for him!<br /></span></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-19086105199540782642010-02-02T18:30:00.000-06:002010-02-02T18:32:50.278-06:00Jason giggling<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I know that I have posted videos of Jason laughing in the past, but I just can't get enough of my little boy's giggles. A couple of days ago, he had some stinky britches. Well, he has those every day, but this day was mighty bad. I told him so, and he thought it was hilarious! Once I finally got some video, he wasn't laughing as hard, but I still got a few giggles in.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vh4V_88r7x4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vh4V_88r7x4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-25249071946909321562010-02-02T18:25:00.001-06:002010-02-02T18:27:52.825-06:00I won!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I know this happened a while ago, but I haven't blogged about it yet. I just want everyone to know that Jason said Mama first!! Yep, it was his first word. Enjoy with me, will you?</span></span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeyTy1HGPag&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeyTy1HGPag&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-80666735399376165472009-12-29T00:07:00.000-06:002009-12-30T00:14:58.460-06:008 months old<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jason is 8 months old today! Since I guess Justin got tired of me irritating him about the 7 month pictures, he went ahead and did these 8 month photos! Plus, I think he's wanting to make a new business card, and needed Jason as a model. Luckily, our son doesn't mind taking pictures. In fact, I think he rather likes it!</span></span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Szrsw9HBG3I/AAAAAAAAHEE/hKr_v9jW2-Y/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 410px; height: 273px;" /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SzrtA8OSGTI/AAAAAAAAHEM/0JAz2c5UIIM/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 275px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SzrtNrrD_bI/AAAAAAAAHEY/G_0liS9we3M/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 413px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Szrtb-9xb0I/AAAAAAAAHEg/hT-uy67p56s/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 620px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SzrtooJkMHI/AAAAAAAAHEs/as6gqMlxZ5I/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 619px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Szrt0mUAHZI/AAAAAAAAHE0/c9NC5QAVD_c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 275px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Szrt_8xHcRI/AAAAAAAAHFA/LXubbLi6nfU/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 411px; height: 274px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SzruOXjo8yI/AAAAAAAAHFI/jrSJyLveEx0/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 275px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SzrucF8cWVI/AAAAAAAAHFU/c1Cj1s2WTa4/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 619px;" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="zemanta-pixie"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=ffc90769-c53a-8275-8cf1-d3224a3ea08b" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-24169464570847688532009-12-27T23:02:00.000-06:002009-12-27T23:05:00.031-06:00My oldest son<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bread is the first animal that I've ever had live in the house with me. As I was growing up, I always had a dog or cat that lived outside, but my mom was really strict about animals living in the hous</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e. Although, my brother has a cat that lives in the house with them now, but I guess that's neither here nor there. Anyway, there's something different about the relationship that you develop with an animal that you share life day in and day out with. They stop being just another animal, and become a member of the family.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Butter, the cat, is a woman unto herself. She will only allow you to hold her when she deems fit. Since Rocko died, that h</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as happened more often, but she still will not let you hold her unless she is in the mood. Peanut, the Australian Shepherd, is the consummate family dog. He is only happy when he has the whole family in one room. If we are not all in the same room, he will shepherd us together, or go crazy trying! Bread, the Pomeranian, has always been my dog. He is constantly by my side, and I love him dearly!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When Justin was taking the 7 month photos of Jason, he decided to take a few shots of my first baby. This one was my favorite:<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUIJmt68HrIeHpguVwnbejrite-gvwCryzoTBIB0d1zdilB68XQTbaR1JplLL-mgPYjGD_Rfm9gFpX6qlSk0ZwvDvpEgWxUExGkOP4KsUK4U12L02s78oLUQ08ABrv_8qbpU2iDO8uH-P/s1600-h/20091201-IMG_3392-Edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUIJmt68HrIeHpguVwnbejrite-gvwCryzoTBIB0d1zdilB68XQTbaR1JplLL-mgPYjGD_Rfm9gFpX6qlSk0ZwvDvpEgWxUExGkOP4KsUK4U12L02s78oLUQ08ABrv_8qbpU2iDO8uH-P/s400/20091201-IMG_3392-Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420148346397715410" border="0" /></a>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-27094240251842412912009-12-27T22:06:00.000-06:002009-12-27T22:33:33.132-06:00Oh what fun it is to try...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to take a Christmas card photo!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the past 5 years, I have taken pride </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in getting a good family Christmas photo to send with Christmas cards. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With 2 dogs (and at one point, 3 dogs) and a cat, it has always been a hand</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fu</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">l, but still manageable. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Well, throw a baby into the mix, and it is just plain crazy! Our friend Bill </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">came over to help with taking the photo, but next year, I think I will get two people to come over. We really need one person to take the photo, and another to get everyone's attention.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As we were looking through all the shots (over 100), there was really only one that would work. And, it was one of the first ones. We should have quit while we were ahead! But, we sure did get some really funny on</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es. I </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wanted to s</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hare what all we went through so that I could keep the tradition going for</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the sixth year. Enjoy!<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrLHBWn0Oyhyphenhyphen3bb_1NBX23B-SmfT5xDH-GZdQSNtZsquiRdlHMs5e5a_t-kEoiI-ixVPExxFRH5uzzTCFjY_5wqN7wWtA5Tn8-TXaeeYAdpDSN5We3vV_ilQTQRthpmolceoRYKsGD-_f/s1600-h/20091206-IMG_3522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrLHBWn0Oyhyphenhyphen3bb_1NBX23B-SmfT5xDH-GZdQSNtZsquiRdlHMs5e5a_t-kEoiI-ixVPExxFRH5uzzTCFjY_5wqN7wWtA5Tn8-TXaeeYAdpDSN5We3vV_ilQTQRthpmolceoRYKsGD-_f/s400/20091206-IMG_3522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420136387411345394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Peanut was not being cooperative.</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Dk_zRKrNTsK9UMzI1_fqyXjweu3RBFwLi7HTwQH7dQyHKhGVtDA3oLIDzwzwTkm_uv8SUlDIBLnpMr-vJ9ejPKBe89hW-dsNBlgw749SyDy7ZBa6tYO5KHUMot0e9MnQWzmxejdiBG8y/s1600-h/20091206-IMG_3456-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 601px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Dk_zRKrNTsK9UMzI1_fqyXjweu3RBFwLi7HTwQH7dQyHKhGVtDA3oLIDzwzwTkm_uv8SUlDIBLnpMr-vJ9ejPKBe89hW-dsNBlgw749SyDy7ZBa6tYO5KHUMot0e9MnQWzmxejdiBG8y/s400/20091206-IMG_3456-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420135677316472626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Everyone, except for me, is not looking at the camera!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9Eqnu4q5yih8ONpy2jprE3JPdWeIQ77SuD-vF0fDW2Uhkp6fFhpFA6gl3bNFjFZkB5Nvc-zm4HdqamfR-dVwt2wkpV7pcFJwSsjqvzgD9nHaiVBoGHeKEuH5cHl3ZPVeH85v36rGz5El/s1600-h/20091206-IMG_3490-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9Eqnu4q5yih8ONpy2jprE3JPdWeIQ77SuD-vF0fDW2Uhkp6fFhpFA6gl3bNFjFZkB5Nvc-zm4HdqamfR-dVwt2wkpV7pcFJwSsjqvzgD9nHaiVBoGHeKEuH5cHl3ZPVeH85v36rGz5El/s400/20091206-IMG_3490-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420136377414574274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This one is just silly<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEC4MJjD95IgMHmNNMP_O4b1tXu1EeqZD3mNotLARYDgwJ5VHnIKPMPnO4mzXMZ9vwaAFBfzoLecNmGMxulq-4DOtSgQkpCejBL9RTooK92GGUhhjT-FppYcJRKN8Bp6UtBAi4WM5ZAlLK/s1600-h/20091206-IMG_3457-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 606px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEC4MJjD95IgMHmNNMP_O4b1tXu1EeqZD3mNotLARYDgwJ5VHnIKPMPnO4mzXMZ9vwaAFBfzoLecNmGMxulq-4DOtSgQkpCejBL9RTooK92GGUhhjT-FppYcJRKN8Bp6UtBAi4WM5ZAlLK/s400/20091206-IMG_3457-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420136363363965026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Now, Justin's looking, but no one else is. Peanut's head isn't even in the shot.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OQpFQF_cJEszvLR6nddIZ8vUnAPI1nA2C7g6HxPxpkwA7apg_N0o30PgyjIQ40HEiIL_g4XdEKAL946b2oGSRjYv4oSmWp8A_9Of0bHZDYml7-RZcY3BPP9nVCs5oBSaN5rkcRO2K0q3/s1600-h/20091206-IMG_3479-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OQpFQF_cJEszvLR6nddIZ8vUnAPI1nA2C7g6HxPxpkwA7apg_N0o30PgyjIQ40HEiIL_g4XdEKAL946b2oGSRjYv4oSmWp8A_9Of0bHZDYml7-RZcY3BPP9nVCs5oBSaN5rkcRO2K0q3/s400/20091206-IMG_3479-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420136368168648418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I particularly like Jason's and Bread's faces in this one!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And finally, I gave up on everyone looking, and just picked the best one of the humans! Merry Christmas!<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9EDDjIy0ay2VAzCKRG8xFgg062RyErokMoaBWtX08AokaULzOZxUqkPpBgJDEyXXskG0id0buOssfWyyVX5gDew1_ZVa7hrn6-pAB28kSjQP7Vkg_UmJAkfuUkjS6wpU9FFdCy29Pg3P/s1600-h/front+opflat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 586px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9EDDjIy0ay2VAzCKRG8xFgg062RyErokMoaBWtX08AokaULzOZxUqkPpBgJDEyXXskG0id0buOssfWyyVX5gDew1_ZVa7hrn6-pAB28kSjQP7Vkg_UmJAkfuUkjS6wpU9FFdCy29Pg3P/s400/front+opflat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420138745003459250" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-55504568328729743242009-12-15T17:32:00.000-06:002009-12-15T20:20:00.283-06:00Sippy cups and growing up<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He's getting so big so quickly! I can't get over how he keeps learning new stuff each day!<br /><br /></span></span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn1pC6fKfDQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn1pC6fKfDQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-66626563905985211292009-12-15T15:46:00.001-06:002009-12-15T15:50:47.666-06:00The contractor's wife's house never gets built...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and the photographer's baby never gets professional photos! Well, almost never. I had been bugging Justin to take Jason's 6 month pictures. Other babies get those all the time! In fact, we have taken 6 month photos of other babies. I have been threatening to just take Jason to Wal-Mart. Well, the 6 month photos never got taken. One day after his 7 month birthday, Justin took these. He said they counted as 6 month photos since Jason was 5 weeks early. Whatever. Just enjoy the photos!</span></span><br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SygC8DxYOHI/AAAAAAAAHCY/eIBQtmlr3mk/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 419px; height: 280px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SygDQCty6PI/AAAAAAAAHCk/uyrm-vmIXzM/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 416px; height: 416px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SygDkG256rI/AAAAAAAAHCs/kx0eUr_X2ss/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 413px; height: 274px;" /><br /></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-41242938894427793802009-09-26T14:50:00.001-05:002009-09-26T14:53:49.614-05:00We Love Prunes!!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jason has discovered prunes! I've tasted them, and they are pretty good!</span></span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Sr5vmXYOvYI/AAAAAAAAHCA/RVciEcL1iVk/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 397px; height: 593px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Sr5v3__UNRI/AAAAAAAAHCI/dn9xiC5DtfA/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 422px; height: 281px;" /><br /><br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/Sr5wSEzDP7I/AAAAAAAAHCQ/q7s6PJET9iE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 462px; height: 691px;" /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-22534857938408160122009-09-17T19:33:00.001-05:002009-09-17T19:35:52.342-05:00Fun up in da hood<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div align="center"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SrLSYwPeo_I/AAAAAAAAHB0/FSAezrVtmyA/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 437px; height: 327px;" /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been wanting to get outside, but the mosquitoes are terrible in our neighborhood, so I can barely go outside with Jason. Luckily, I got this bike trailer, which Jason and I love.<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SrLVIafDXNI/AAAAAAAAHB4/DpI2KFRoCQI/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 427px; height: 569px;" /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Jason gets to be outside, but totally miss the mosquitoes! Yay!</span><br /></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-87775377266681391752009-09-17T19:16:00.001-05:002009-09-17T19:18:16.638-05:00First Foods!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jason had started getting hungry...ALL THE TIME! I mean, I would feed him, and then he'd be hungry 1.5-2 hours later! I'm still nursing, so this took a ton out of me! Literally. So, I decided it was time to try out some real food. </span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SrLQSbfVmpI/AAAAAAAAHBo/GS1xOkZlsdI/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 397px; height: 528px;" /><br /><i>First meal: Cereal</i><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Now, it's been a couple of weeks, and he's already got some favorites. He loves pears and peaches, likes sweet potatoes, is okay with cereal, and HATES English peas! Really, I tried everything with those peas. I tried hiding them in pears, watering them down, slipping them in between bites, but, after getting tons of peas spit at me, I decided to give up. Hopefully, the vitamins will cover for his hatred of English peas! </span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yqomrw0AygA/SrLQ8GWuceI/AAAAAAAAHBs/sSc23ip34Hs/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; width: 411px; height: 308px;" /><br /></div><div align="center"><i>I love that his bib is almost as big as his body!</i><br /></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396412683434583457.post-11642765577907384122009-09-12T12:09:00.001-05:002009-09-12T12:10:21.491-05:00Finally!<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been so lazy! I haven't finished any of my thank you cards, sent out birth announcements, or placed a birth announcement in the paper. Bad Mommy! But, Jason finally has a birth announcement on a webpage that chronicles events happening in Simpson County, the county where I work. Ignore the shameless self promotion/advertising I did!<br /><br />Here it is!<br /><a href="http://www.mageenews.com/article.asp?articleID=1522&page=Birthdays+and+Social+Events&categoryID=1&pageID=11" target="_blank">Jason's Birth Announcement</a></span><div class="zemanta-pixie"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=0231770a-8643-80d0-82a3-a458178b02be" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></span></div></div>Cristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10823401927104993727noreply@blogger.com1