tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66286246528704156112024-03-05T08:43:50.549-08:00Growing Up CameronUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-63425103809596614892010-07-08T20:05:00.000-07:002010-07-08T21:05:20.560-07:00*blows dust off of blog site*Hmm, I never claimed to be good in the blogging dept. But I thought I would oblige two of Chunker's biggest fans, Nicole & Brenda. Nicole demanded an update.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Cameron's new "thing" is going down the stairs by himself. He's been doing it for awhile, but once they're in sight the word "PEAZ!" comes out of his mouth, begging us to let him walk up/down them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRNLxtnd5Tk7rlW6Rc5lFGBF9Nki-kuP62gtzuAW49_RdGpilSTkkAEULwD50wYhvDb0wX5fXfwBBtu-QirO5j10C7U2QL8jFyC2HvlQOFKzpg6p2jUPpktwJGMp_QJd04pidXuaaLZ4d/s1600/IMG_4304.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRNLxtnd5Tk7rlW6Rc5lFGBF9Nki-kuP62gtzuAW49_RdGpilSTkkAEULwD50wYhvDb0wX5fXfwBBtu-QirO5j10C7U2QL8jFyC2HvlQOFKzpg6p2jUPpktwJGMp_QJd04pidXuaaLZ4d/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491741126765414418" border="0" /></a><br />If we're lucky he'll usually mutters "oh shit, oh shit". Ok, maybe it's not actually "oh shit", but to us it's beyond hilarious. I would promise a video, but I can almost guarantee the audio would be Paul & I laughing.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKN2bFSXXgy2Uer4JYoc84l3j6JWPdZi0R4zH4ZOdAl8cP8QSgePtuEzt8cp8XfifWtHmeU6imR2HduQZj3Sz9OWD2ccxo5byOckMJGor1mY6B0lY_XJk9GXe7sy7ShXz6Xrr6exkW6A1W/s1600/IMG_4308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKN2bFSXXgy2Uer4JYoc84l3j6JWPdZi0R4zH4ZOdAl8cP8QSgePtuEzt8cp8XfifWtHmeU6imR2HduQZj3Sz9OWD2ccxo5byOckMJGor1mY6B0lY_XJk9GXe7sy7ShXz6Xrr6exkW6A1W/s400/IMG_4308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491741117039875122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRUgvsd-OGkvvhKV_1T7sCIwk1xJSUZ_zGXKjoW0aduo4LpVGMbEdYvc5rDKXgOz7QeEB0gXJSv-vTeMoi68nM9OQTmlS2l35YsPMK05-0jKYHutBBvpUqhjz4i4N4Cz-fb3ifGBjNefl/s1600/IMG_4310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRUgvsd-OGkvvhKV_1T7sCIwk1xJSUZ_zGXKjoW0aduo4LpVGMbEdYvc5rDKXgOz7QeEB0gXJSv-vTeMoi68nM9OQTmlS2l35YsPMK05-0jKYHutBBvpUqhjz4i4N4Cz-fb3ifGBjNefl/s400/IMG_4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491741098462242050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3qUP2mBI1LAfy1pNNGSFgMANldr5oFacCnNQgchLLOm1kMqbnlbQ5ME-e5P1sKzkPUL-8PcmbvbfUpEtjH5W72LCg59rnG_Vx5i6wFenQFfXO-egCBLmG7zbre3ZnL2_tkIuyqxDOs26/s1600/IMG_4312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3qUP2mBI1LAfy1pNNGSFgMANldr5oFacCnNQgchLLOm1kMqbnlbQ5ME-e5P1sKzkPUL-8PcmbvbfUpEtjH5W72LCg59rnG_Vx5i6wFenQFfXO-egCBLmG7zbre3ZnL2_tkIuyqxDOs26/s400/IMG_4312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491741580486651282" border="0" /> </a><br />And B Dawg, demanded a taping of Chunker saying "banana" & "cheese".<br /><br />All while eating a bowl of fruit salad, true Chunker style. ;)<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRxw4P5jv4oomnKQUVmN_9TPnhmlaOfHs3_bHQSemx_Q-3360s3xOCMPhZXl1oWT2wo8C5LpkCI1WJth8R' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-1634574150614041602010-05-05T23:12:00.000-07:002010-05-05T23:43:16.160-07:00Chunker fall down, go boom.<span style="font-size:100%;">Last Thursday was um, eventful. Paul was at work so I played “beat the clock” alone. Beat the clock is an oh, so fun game.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The object is to:<br /><br /></span><div id=":6w" class="ii gt" style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Walk the dogs: Tote around Cameron where he pleases. Then you may name off everything he points to. “Yes mama, that is a tree. You would never have seen the 23 trees we just passed without my eagle eyes. Oh and ROCKS! Pick those 2 up & hand them to me. No, NOT those 2. The other two that look just like those 2. Ay yi yi mama, you need to listen.” Up until he’s had enough & demands to be put down. “oh </span><span style="font-size:100%;">that’s right. I CAN walk mama. You may put me down. I’ll let you know by pointing to the floor squealing DAAAAA!! Then fling my body toward the ground.” Only to get extremely upset if you try to “help” guide him back home. You will know when this happens by the stiffness of his body while standing still, all while swinging his arms & shaking his head no.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Put together dinner: Tell Chunker not to throw food at least 30 times. Play “guess what I want” while offering every cracker, fruit & drink possible. Ask what’s “uh-oh”? only later to find Oscar with a half eaten corn on the cob. “Not sure how he got that mama.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bath time: Which will only begin when the tub is full of bubbles & his Muno & Gatorman are in plain sight. Then you may stand them up so he can knock them down. While applauding his remarkable B</span><span style="font-size:100%;">OOM!ing talents (knocking over Muno & Gatorman) you may then & only then put him inside the tub. “Did you just sit down to wash my hair mama? Because I see my toothbrush & I don’t understand why we’re not brushing my teeth. LOOK! LOOOOOOOOK do you see it?! Thank goodness you have me to point these things out mama. Wait, what? Bathtime is over? NOOOO!!! I’ve only been in here for 3 hrs, I’m not ready to leave yet!” *<b>lays down to gather all of the drop of water left</b>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bedtime stories: Now that Chunker walks he more or less escapes after bath time. In fear that Oscar or Sadie are trying to take over his toys he needs to rush & make sure that they’re all accounted for by playing with his legos, cars, blocks & push car. Luckily this is a form of cardio so not only do I get to sing, dance, poke myself with something dangerous to make him laugh, but I now get to chase him. “Do you have my</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> water mama? I can’t read books with my water.” *<b>GULP</b>* *<b>GULP</b>* “Hmm, I’m not feeling the Big Book of Animals tonight mama. I know you don’t understand me so I’ll help you better understand by slapping it out of your hand.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The moment Chunker rubs his eyes that’s my cue to ask if he’s tired. He then wraps his arms around my neck & lays his head on my shoulder. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Love.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ok so this mama gig is pretty awesome.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then we turn the lights off, mobile music & fan are turned on & we say our prayers with Tiger, Kitty Cat, Bear & blanket. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All before 7:15, 7:30 the latest. ;)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So when something doesn’t go quite as planned, it throws our “game” out of whack.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Which is just what happened last Thursday.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The thrown food was picked up & it was bath time. As I turned on the water & washed down the tub Cameron, who was walking right behind me & fell.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">HARD.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chin first onto the outside of the tub. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cameron instantly cried, I scooped him up & saw it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Blood.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Screaming child + Blood + First time mom = Instant Fear.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I grabbed his ducky towel & headed to the living room. I flipped on the</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> tv & turned on Yo Gabba Gabba. As I held the towel to his chin, the crying stopped, Magic Mark appeared & Cameron wiggled away to join MM & color along. So I sat there fighting back the tears not really knowing what to do. I called Paul, the dr., my aunt, even had our next door neighbor’s husband Chris (who’s a dr.) look at his chin & tell me what to do. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I know common sense would be to take him into urgent care but I was afraid to. I didn’t want to admit he was hurt that bad & questioned whether I was over reacting or not. It stopped bleeding. He was happy, he was laughing & playing. The only fussy one was me. So after hearing a definite yes from Chris, I called Paul & told him to meet us there. As I packed his bag I realized I was shaking. I couldn’t help fear that they would give him stitches. My poor baby. :(<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">On our way to the children’s urgent care Cameron fell asleep. Great, not only may m</span><span style="font-size:100%;">y child needs stitches but now I have to wake him up. Guilt was making itself nice & cozy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I didn’t feel guilt from not preventing what happened. Honestly, there’s nothing I could have done to prevent his fall. Maybe stick him in a bubble? But the guilt of dragging him around & knowing how miserable this was for him, made me full of guilt.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Even with the staff being extra sweet & accommodating Cameron was not buying in</span><span style="font-size:100%;">to it. He was tired, injured & just wanted his own bed. Guilt was wearing me down & I think the dr. knew it. He walked into the room & before even telling us his name looked right at me & said, “ this is the most common accident. Let me look at his chin.......Not bad at all. He won’t even need stitches, dermabond should do the trick.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I could have danced a little jig right there & then. Weight lifted, thank Jebus!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">DB added, stickers & puppy given as a peace offering, then we were out of th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ere!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The DB application wasn’t fun, but at least Cameron wasn’t screaming from pain. Just pissed that people were touching him when he should have been in bed. There are two things you don't mess with in Cameron's world.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">His sleep.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And of course, his food. ;)<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxV0k73z2NjZmq3CZjmP6zxZnI9jIoHzYhg0nuvRYuTCL8Bxpsi1A-I8iPi2isSSsaQZbHXY1PD0SkziQrYlHdj6TK5VT_FJ897bJBboFqI7jXbjF16a-n5g_8HPj4dFNCCDjzyVTwlaj/s1600/IMG_3383.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/AVvXsEgHxV0k73z2NjZmq3CZjmP6zxZnI9jIoHzYhg0nuvRYuTCL8Bxpsi1A-I8iPi2isSSsaQZbHXY1PD0SkziQrYlHdj6TK5VT_FJ897bJBboFqI7jXbjF16a-n5g_8HPj4dFNCCDjzyVTwlaj/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468042859260888802" border="0" /></a></span></p> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-56653921801104488582010-05-03T13:24:00.000-07:002010-05-03T14:16:32.507-07:00Happy Baby, FAIL<div>It's that time of year again, school pics! I was actually looking forward since Cameron just started walking & I pictured him standing with a huge smile. Plus for whatever reason I thought the ugly fake woodsy background was saved just for infants. Thinking so, I was looking forward to a solid blue background.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So imagine my surprise when I opened Cameron's picture packet.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467154729576791938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliqeD01AAQlC-ljPtHv-Kdotm8G3lcr4f4K-SCcp9EX7eLPfS4lnKFjQNjwV0AXRwYRlUhNzD1fQwC893HfhnAcYnMTNMcf-TN4nez8wdzm9vssMw88EcBuXVz_B2_cuxIg6VcJdBGdgm/s400/HBF.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>My initial reaction? "Aww, he was crying. omg, is that?....THERE'S A LEG, A LEG THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO MY BABY IN THE PICTURE!!!!!!!! A LEGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! Omg & mocos! MOCOS?!! Really, they couldn't wipe the mocos before taking the picture?!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ahem.</div><div> </div><div>Thankfully not only were we not obligated to buy the horrid pic (which I scanned & plan to use to my full advantage during C's teen years), but our sweet, funny & very talented friend <a href="http://www.cherrymoonphotography.com/">Angelina</a> rushed to our rescue & offered to take Cameron's picture. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Love. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Not only did she capture my baby the way we see him, but she insisted on letting him play. He was oh, so happy the entire session. From the pictures she did share before we left, I can already see I will be an oh, so very happy mama.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-73874674060956305482010-04-15T20:29:00.000-07:002010-04-15T21:40:43.784-07:00Silly face!For awhile now Cameron has been making an adorable, goofy, silly face. We would just laugh & ask what he was doing. Sometimes he would just laugh or look at us like we were crazy. "What is this silly face you speak of?! I was stretching my mouth." But we would make the same face back & he would imitate us. So we knew, he knew what he was doing. But since neither of us really knew where he got the idea to initially do it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7T042zJO8ad72Bv0qPDm5Rwaj5ont9KloDOdI-O8NvdbZHm8VMYsIog6QYx9eG5aSjP8bRpAfjC5njV9fPLWzBAwgNUvjZb2PcYBPXj1TmSuK8sVK6za9aBdgTJZghaBgi72rYDCnMzd0/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7T042zJO8ad72Bv0qPDm5Rwaj5ont9KloDOdI-O8NvdbZHm8VMYsIog6QYx9eG5aSjP8bRpAfjC5njV9fPLWzBAwgNUvjZb2PcYBPXj1TmSuK8sVK6za9aBdgTJZghaBgi72rYDCnMzd0/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460587889299253570" border="0" /></a><br />Every morning he eats breakfast while watching an episode of Yo Gabba, Gabba! Today was no different. As he was enjoying his daily dose, I was in the kitchen washing the blender when I heard "Silly Faces!" said over the tv. They have a portion of the show where Dj Lance Rock & all the kids make their own silly face. And what did I catch Cameron doing? His famous silly face! It was the cutest thing in the world. One because, ppsshh, hello, he's Cameron, THE chunker. He just oozes cuteness from his double chin to his stubby little toes. But on top of all that, the fact that he understood what/how to make a silly face blew me away. I motioned for Paul to come see Cameron in action. We couldn't help but smile & say, "YAY! You did it!"<br /><br />So of course I had to brag (it's my mommy duty) to any & everyone today. Plus, I just had to catch it on video to share w/his loyal fans.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9tjXDVnXU1tk2Hx7SnILJTdmCPObeV2vnzCmgxhvJniZiAnx583L6PpHd-ML8Ge018L1yIkAWbQTDMMmSrw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Now let's see YOUR silly face! ;)<br /><br />Side note: The loud smacking you hear my son doing is from finishing off an Aunnies bunny. ;) They don't call him chunker for nothin'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-21787825858193154112010-04-13T19:25:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:41:59.391-07:00Making his walking debut. :)So, when we go to pick up Cameron from daycare, Miss Ruth raves about how he walked all day. Naturally his legs turn to noodles once we arrive. :/ He insist on being held & I willingly oblige. I know one day soon, he's going to refuse my arms & I'm in no rush.<br /><br />We got home & it was time to take the dogs out for a walk.<br /><br />Apparently that sounded like a FANTASTIC idea to Cameron.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxefcwnTDzDu0rs5jP8Y2tAYhCqlxvasAtWpTEQMxzLBWO3D9_M39Mxzxa04BsE1h8wvUcWOF0Y8ZEFAUSdwg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-24785326316229536592010-03-16T21:52:00.000-07:002010-03-16T22:20:39.659-07:00Betcha can't watch just once. ;)So I was having a pretty sad day today. I guess stress from every direction can do that to you.<br /><br />Then I went to pick up Cameron.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />How did I survive before him? He's my constant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaoqZNWjsAYcAp7gFIiDALElMakH2qeHKFCaVQqUnLB_WbRxCRrvWasieKsaAlo1Gk4Wa1UJ1o0ITN4sa9mwEOnC32EXzbFHYQK5EEcTn2uhNrWXvkhOOhBKhluGZqr1dBKgltWpjQeCZ/s1600-h/IMG_3032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaoqZNWjsAYcAp7gFIiDALElMakH2qeHKFCaVQqUnLB_WbRxCRrvWasieKsaAlo1Gk4Wa1UJ1o0ITN4sa9mwEOnC32EXzbFHYQK5EEcTn2uhNrWXvkhOOhBKhluGZqr1dBKgltWpjQeCZ/s400/IMG_3032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449465983532670402" border="0" /></a>Constant reminder that I am loved far more than I will ever realize.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkLjL-w8MizlIRTEoFSdhe0IRQKlrzXVI04fGcebzX-2myMfrOFBqHC4kIyOUO1_1yu-8rV-hkBJIntJ93-HRvqwT8ULa_SRPC8pEJCyNRifsIeuTWOj_ikJqeTxf8bOsPetWZaR0pvYq/s1600-h/IMG_3042.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/AVvXsEipkLjL-w8MizlIRTEoFSdhe0IRQKlrzXVI04fGcebzX-2myMfrOFBqHC4kIyOUO1_1yu-8rV-hkBJIntJ93-HRvqwT8ULa_SRPC8pEJCyNRifsIeuTWOj_ikJqeTxf8bOsPetWZaR0pvYq/s400/IMG_3042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449465975682898770" border="0" /></a>Blessed with many people in my life that are happy, healthy & cute as a button.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAxyTmsNLf4bag5gtPf9wssTPS8IMPZqQIfGdUJ2ITw5mgUiS3NCUub-OZjLaCMtZfdzcij7bgSF8R64X9gMzXTMxHOxrkoyacpzdSQ7-iK9bNIjrd4BGy4LJ7lkvaDXTbCrD-vo0wUss/s1600-h/IMG_3046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAxyTmsNLf4bag5gtPf9wssTPS8IMPZqQIfGdUJ2ITw5mgUiS3NCUub-OZjLaCMtZfdzcij7bgSF8R64X9gMzXTMxHOxrkoyacpzdSQ7-iK9bNIjrd4BGy4LJ7lkvaDXTbCrD-vo0wUss/s400/IMG_3046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449465967076520722" border="0" /></a>Who share my same fashion sense,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PPli8Mg6mHq-ENhP6i1rmENkYuDezOWlG31hOsgjMEHc-6nfoHIFAM9M1Rg2N-ER1zrq2ErkH9UCGnzkDYPy_XLqmwowDEb9BOoaZ3uQ95TTpRjNB1LxxR17jlL_U89kIk4YCZd2Gtv1/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PPli8Mg6mHq-ENhP6i1rmENkYuDezOWlG31hOsgjMEHc-6nfoHIFAM9M1Rg2N-ER1zrq2ErkH9UCGnzkDYPy_XLqmwowDEb9BOoaZ3uQ95TTpRjNB1LxxR17jlL_U89kIk4YCZd2Gtv1/s400/IMG_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449465956066316514" border="0" /></a>People who are willing to lend a hand (such as, putting away groceries),<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fuGWymUo3TRaOfFv8rtBtt_lyrjGAWkqRDIEoDocGH5kuKPRR7gTYEOAcEzEsd63n9JnpXLzYTK1WVX1gF5WJ4v9KB843Y1nZ-G747NtLzA1qq1vCMw5CUgsl2qzk7vFgDZUEt5YqTvo/s1600-h/IMG_3054.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/AVvXsEh0fuGWymUo3TRaOfFv8rtBtt_lyrjGAWkqRDIEoDocGH5kuKPRR7gTYEOAcEzEsd63n9JnpXLzYTK1WVX1gF5WJ4v9KB843Y1nZ-G747NtLzA1qq1vCMw5CUgsl2qzk7vFgDZUEt5YqTvo/s400/IMG_3054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449465954491211922" border="0" /></a><br />Important people that fill my world with laughter, the same laughter that fills my heart with love.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxf-Mx-BfnCXV4o9iyWG_eCFFV5cOpM-lGxpINvGFRjFSxZaCHepCcTUp0nUg3nPcYT5QLNO48TpqXZmUj_nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-54651032349587248442010-02-25T20:40:00.000-08:002010-02-26T15:26:43.988-08:00If you give a chunker 20 bucks...For Cameron’s birthday, Grandma J sent a box of goodies. Inside his birthday card was $20 “to spend on whatever you want.” Well, for awhile I kept thinking of certain toys or books that the $20 could be put toward. Usually when I found something Cameron just needed the $20 was safe at home & I ended up forking out my own cash. ;)<br /><br />Well, a little over a month ago Safeway put out these huge teddy bears in celebration of Valentine’s day. It never failed, we would pass by them & Cameron would stretch his arms out watching to “touch it!” They were usually displayed on the aisle corners on the very top. I would pretend it was too, too high & daddy would have to come help one day.<br /><br />As V-day approached I thought of buying the bear & giving it to Cameron as a surprise. But then, I came up w/a better idea. I thought why don’t we make a fun trip down to the market & have him finally “touch it!” & bring it home.<br /><br />Since that V-day present was nixed we headed to Target to look for all things Yo Gabba Gabba! Unfortunately, we weren’t the only one looking. Cameron spotted 1 (of the 2) YGG books. Um yeah, don’t mess w/this boy & his books. On top of that his YGG books. So, while Paul read to him in the store I snuck book #2 in the cart. <br /><br />Don't Bite Your Friends! YGG book: $7.99 + tax<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442408515563763010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivw-dDbIDnEOMbXMXA7f24dm535AU8vJzbs-pOVvBFZ37qrRWdOu4l2Bg9b8Mp_nrBVaS2yxLNcYgym5xf_tLApPjg061G6zN2Q7IgZQ61qzraDHebuTzATrWMjMdNEsT35tNvh2FMqxc9/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><em>Oh no, Muno bit Foofa? What happens next?!</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442408522700365266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvO2-3d9-FC1AOhBdl_FjwuUMIYAtQvHk34xZrLATb2X3s_C7ApXL7zkWT1Mab-NT8rw7JrJFVWnztc0_TygcPgbzk5lK4jabG4YOzmBBreVNsZt4iTnCegdht73OjTbZITHKEFLKcNxG/s400/IMG_2836.JPG" border="0" />Then we headed to Safeway! Trust me when I say the following pictures do not do justice for the experience. It was the sweetest moment when he realized he could finally touch his new friend.<br /><br />There were 3 colored bears, white, chocolate & tan.<br /><br />We avoided white all together so we walked up to the display of just chocolate & tan.<br /><br />Would the chocolate bear go home with us? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442408500135470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJjpuA13AnGpj9ZCQJqaJq92xasLtDiH9-tF9Wko1hQFBJfnf-LgoUVvq6vEf1XFI2w_5Ky4SLU2n0dr9987Sxwb4V-V9iGoJ52mqGhzMbm-2BLn8ex1teRZ0ZQ9BzlMyIiqXnZ25PoRE/s400/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" />Or the tan bear?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVM1NZsYDGtDAvbfsXs-uGzSj_QFNr3xB7QkytZOgxjerUkTrG_GG8ReXc0R80jnCXXxGnHbF3f1jC_eG_w69QRuzq7FaOmJihSIdiRnJuZ4O1Efgrv0kEl0JqJ_ZLbfYuyafa2g4c-AZ/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442410090565659266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVM1NZsYDGtDAvbfsXs-uGzSj_QFNr3xB7QkytZOgxjerUkTrG_GG8ReXc0R80jnCXXxGnHbF3f1jC_eG_w69QRuzq7FaOmJihSIdiRnJuZ4O1Efgrv0kEl0JqJ_ZLbfYuyafa2g4c-AZ/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Let me see that Chocolate one again mama.</em><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ucivLbIo9ikxiEO0658sHG1RXLjzi7bXlbZd85gtYH3rj7W4FUXeg1w7bYyAefhtb1xzOGMQgmtIG5Mm4ICBmWAvKhauZ1vTXSDE4btDFjvf56Mz8ANvBkIwTNUXGa1b-7mke1XApXNz/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442410083911161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ucivLbIo9ikxiEO0658sHG1RXLjzi7bXlbZd85gtYH3rj7W4FUXeg1w7bYyAefhtb1xzOGMQgmtIG5Mm4ICBmWAvKhauZ1vTXSDE4btDFjvf56Mz8ANvBkIwTNUXGa1b-7mke1XApXNz/s400/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" /></a> Who do you think won? ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmaHjju-LRK0pfqRD24tal1WVY19m8MrtZinWPz4MRfUa-tlysExCc5M4Nf2u48Hd_aionBVHwYuAamh9X5hg_lfb4mw6rT_WS6yXnnf13cz8B2nPyPwknaATIXO4ZBdLlUvfxHeFfot1/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442410066013144322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmaHjju-LRK0pfqRD24tal1WVY19m8MrtZinWPz4MRfUa-tlysExCc5M4Nf2u48Hd_aionBVHwYuAamh9X5hg_lfb4mw6rT_WS6yXnnf13cz8B2nPyPwknaATIXO4ZBdLlUvfxHeFfot1/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdr_OO6A7kXXobb8J7DXPESPaY9Ow6CDZvDSe9-DED8pSiGC5XXmOevpoAB-GM80LijIhBrBt6OTX-Zb2Xnh9fi_hWsOEzoUmHF0TGHJXErYchyYPAzcTp35Bd6hnbH0D5XCR3Hv1xCPcq/s1600-h/IMG_2842.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442410058113826562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdr_OO6A7kXXobb8J7DXPESPaY9Ow6CDZvDSe9-DED8pSiGC5XXmOevpoAB-GM80LijIhBrBt6OTX-Zb2Xnh9fi_hWsOEzoUmHF0TGHJXErYchyYPAzcTp35Bd6hnbH0D5XCR3Hv1xCPcq/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tan Teddy Bear: $14.99 + tax<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoEvSHEaYBvVPBMnrtDSFunm2jck6TJkCz07NBD5fdiMGpWIiF2IjRse45ExAIs00qeHOrmv1-tDN_WOJksaqwD04JGa-u9iNOz_xJDloufQ6K4dEgfOWXn2WWpGzE1W9GCwy27WqE0hT/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442410047261856818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoEvSHEaYBvVPBMnrtDSFunm2jck6TJkCz07NBD5fdiMGpWIiF2IjRse45ExAIs00qeHOrmv1-tDN_WOJksaqwD04JGa-u9iNOz_xJDloufQ6K4dEgfOWXn2WWpGzE1W9GCwy27WqE0hT/s400/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442411230853711954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvODKIG6OiD82QqykX5mbgynuoEkB0-hn1r4wjyWsTenH0KJdTiCPCljBiJHxfOGhQT9tTV-xpQySCZaq7WWTbOH36Vn5FgfUVH7lTZjfjkFTEcr25uV2tQL9EbMZLKQoRYCTv6-19sz5w/s400/IMG_2844.JPG" border="0" /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCiAd6w1oLpuSO6XKOGv9VeKo8ed1T82VFwLYFmQn-PGgVExIGVlQDwLZMY8FbKXdkf-eF8AZav2RBLZlkHztnt-OXbqgov_N-yzRoUiKVIJTZ2AGcUZwmN9vWjI0aBCNLoQtDXo7cBOc/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442411220197024994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCiAd6w1oLpuSO6XKOGv9VeKo8ed1T82VFwLYFmQn-PGgVExIGVlQDwLZMY8FbKXdkf-eF8AZav2RBLZlkHztnt-OXbqgov_N-yzRoUiKVIJTZ2AGcUZwmN9vWjI0aBCNLoQtDXo7cBOc/s400/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /></a> Letting Cameron shop with his own money? Priceless. </p><p>Thank you Grandma J! Cameron wrestles his bear daily. ;)<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPxWjoWM9lVfNGLomrnkNs5zbatfIJcZG3v1RlVy88RkcOsgO0Ocub9LwDPWVRxzcmOlDu_jK8t8qLqjPlLw4N6Glv3xZ3D3yURuHnOarmRDbVnY4KpvxuKLOcMS8uCVtprIzyn-hkJNb/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-21792028188307973952010-02-25T12:23:00.000-08:002010-02-25T13:11:13.151-08:00Our little chatter box<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHP79KRu7vohn60xmX4XWiGwZJeTbVo6IXRL1RZkOf4i1TIAnA-48vdS8tMYr0NusDICVHLpcy_4DRRb78mZ3RoWmb2VD2QI2F3vzgmT-uZCeb43e99xlIbmYrZyXI3UMOhe8C2vGmAgL/s1600-h/BATHTIME+FUN.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442290791679932722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHP79KRu7vohn60xmX4XWiGwZJeTbVo6IXRL1RZkOf4i1TIAnA-48vdS8tMYr0NusDICVHLpcy_4DRRb78mZ3RoWmb2VD2QI2F3vzgmT-uZCeb43e99xlIbmYrZyXI3UMOhe8C2vGmAgL/s400/BATHTIME+FUN.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I probably find more amusement out of it, but I just love hearing Cameron jibber jabbor the day away. Ok, ok I just like having someone that talks as much as I do. hehe</p><br /><p>He's been getting better (or at least trying) to pronounce sounds other than D. He tends to only say Ma Ma when prompted (fine! I admit it, I beg. Are you happy?) but his expression following my squeals of glee is worth the beg. His smile widens ear to ear you can just see him thinking, "Ha! I did it!" </p><br /><p>The other night bath time was over & it was time to get dressed. The video is super short & the quality sucks (cheap cell phone) but it's better than nothing. Again, you are more than welcome to visit AZ & see it live! ;)</p><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzZnP07i3IFRfxVDc4VmqL96oER2MODRU2ROo6q5UZX_Gm8Cy2otmcxuepokwhhbuCZX1GXSRNEzIHiuB4r6g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-48654929248328976982010-02-23T22:37:00.001-08:002010-02-23T23:00:03.390-08:00Video upload, FAIL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAw4TNIK474j5SX3o8rbRuPxph29GQ0Sh_xrLPx0C8V048OwG4iHwFAPsO4zCVjns7sOTJHhTLHwDaWCLVboypu_2A7clktflspcMFY73zBBFH5bFtarAMsb77L4aq6gc_fO96wbHTVx_/s1600-h/IMG_2860.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/AVvXsEioAw4TNIK474j5SX3o8rbRuPxph29GQ0Sh_xrLPx0C8V048OwG4iHwFAPsO4zCVjns7sOTJHhTLHwDaWCLVboypu_2A7clktflspcMFY73zBBFH5bFtarAMsb77L4aq6gc_fO96wbHTVx_/s400/IMG_2860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441701129659645330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oops, let's try this again. Brusha, brusha, brusha, take 2!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwtsmjP9GlmNxkF0b6IYXkZm8NYWfd7glqhyeMCnMR9cOVAVE4ipzSn_6DK5D2owLxbmKYbCTjsgMQwwRuUog' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwVWZGWLBRlI2JmjuKfQQEt-biuW-B7Z9CSlfM4gk7Mk6wyhB3ns68MD8vZNg4U1uEZ5-B79vIyi_QxTp_f9w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />If it doesn't work this time, I guess you'll have to visit us in AZ to see Chunker in action. ;)<br /><br />Brusha, brusha, brusha...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-32796691615705316902010-02-18T21:08:00.000-08:002010-02-18T21:31:47.862-08:00Brusha, Brusha, BrushaLet's forget the part where I shared my joy with Paul, only to have him burst my bubble.<br /><br />"Oh, you didn't hear me last night? Yeah he let me brush his teeth too."<br /><br />Well, let's remember long enough to hear "I'm sorry" in the form of something shiny.<br /><br />So for the past month or so we've been abusing Cameron. At least you would think so by the sound of his cries when his toothbrush is in view.<br /><br />We started off with a finger brush.<br /><br />I was warned that I was asking for trouble. Thankfully we use to clean Cameron's mouth w/a washcloth & despite his plea for mercy, he never bit down.<br /><br />Then we moved on to an actual toothbrush. If we thought the finger brush ticked him off, we were in for a real treat this time.<br /><br />He would belt out huge sobs & would shake his head. I have to admit, at times we even had to hold his face in place. It was so sad to watch but the moment we were done, so were the crocodile tears.<br /><br />We tried to sing.<br /><br />FAIL.<br /><br />We tried to brush our teeth with him.<br /><br />FAIL.<br /><br />We tried to let him hold the brush.<br /><br />And watch it plummet into the dirty bath water instead of cleaning his mouth.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />But we kept with it.<br /><br />Then finally, he just let us.<br /><br />I don't know if he realized that the <a href="http://safemama.com/topics/cheat-sheets/">flavor of toothpaste</a> was actually pretty good or was just sick of screaming just as much as we were of listening. But for whatever reason, my bebe knocked off another milestone & took one step closer to being a big boy.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSkuXkRZmaeGvKIFYEX6iT7DlI_f6aFfW1lycW0usog74MN2215rm1tlccsYz0Q2mII9Rk-ihpY0Zc6gYmyw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzyZUcl96mIumgs-YfWuUs7mq4eZT8CUQYskRuOjX0jLFbqO8ZyErXha_uPLq42q99EODnTcIW-3iV6PixQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />By the time I got the camera he was pretty much over having his tongue brushed. But you get the idea. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-50002935826355230902010-02-05T12:36:00.000-08:002010-02-05T13:31:54.282-08:00I am a good mother, I can (finally) cook rice!Ok, so this may be 1 out of 533,124,643 times but that's neither here nor there. I was so thrilled at my Martha Stewart moment I could have screamed.<br /><br />Ok, so I did. I screamed out toward Paul who was reading to Cameron, "Omg, my rice taste GOOD!"<br /><br />Little did I know that feeling was worth squat over hearing Cameron's reaction to my edible rice.<br /><br />*swoon*<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxKopIQJ5TNEAyOyxxOM1fNshlAka-wHEXTkjNcnboLy4adhZqzoIErV0BBpvzWwUjI1oHZjk98QWKcmbaIzA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />His new favorite word is "that". I think the new found love comes from the power of pointing, saying "that" & getting whatever he wants (most of the time).<br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQTrS5Hhj5ex7Ewla5wZEYstQOt5M2caS_myY-fqAfh9rp7bLI2P1P5x5u9aJxBThKs2oHHAnUhhJ8vN5rwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />But, I don't think "that" or any other word will ever replace his love for "cookie". ;)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyV459bbkUBt2ScwSSB3RI3Ztgh7ylOh15UVpFSALl-zaTEX7KhTmFBeap1yAYQH3AMoqYJ3W0JWaaCPsBVhw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />I'm not bias, but isn't he the cutest chunker you've ever seen? Love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-79060434114358931422010-02-04T13:15:00.000-08:002010-02-04T15:17:25.323-08:00Snip, snip, Whaaaaa!We've been talking about getting Cameron's haircut for awhile now. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbrZtuGNCV7y6_XV7ihqPsQpq03yaRpqvZKsDximojJ_gzdmqn26S1h5J7w2vqivuLaNwkbkR7ZqTXXV4T7LV6YBzTUnsKoP3ZntC9jMHL8p5ZnSiQxYB_wv8ZRw6iokdfQnKe2Y29Y4A/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1331.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434522366397857202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbrZtuGNCV7y6_XV7ihqPsQpq03yaRpqvZKsDximojJ_gzdmqn26S1h5J7w2vqivuLaNwkbkR7ZqTXXV4T7LV6YBzTUnsKoP3ZntC9jMHL8p5ZnSiQxYB_wv8ZRw6iokdfQnKe2Y29Y4A/s400/Jackson+2010+1331.jpg" border="0" /></a> No matter how much we talked, it never got done & his hair kept growing.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMNpyMr0bZLh5Wd5809rhF9eBr2i2M0dHezb33_niCQpQF4u0hC7iErkW0qX3MXv2w_HXBoNfrtrxSuPCaSwr7ArIaGnlBjdn39isVvdosFGS_BRWc0QnanlVQFJVTpVNzb6roNnIeN2T/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1330.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434522357000232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMNpyMr0bZLh5Wd5809rhF9eBr2i2M0dHezb33_niCQpQF4u0hC7iErkW0qX3MXv2w_HXBoNfrtrxSuPCaSwr7ArIaGnlBjdn39isVvdosFGS_BRWc0QnanlVQFJVTpVNzb6roNnIeN2T/s400/Jackson+2010+1330.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEito3fhTQ4s1Pdh6usaxZZz2LBm2FvsSi6zCtukcrr8Wbzfsoh95Kk76dO4O1pz4CT2FdOERo71EDxsHr1uOKTNcmL3LqgyeGCUgfPbzok7sNVgFppTLn-fk-MQ5bGXs9-62X_sEuMFULQ8/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1328.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434522348316358530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEito3fhTQ4s1Pdh6usaxZZz2LBm2FvsSi6zCtukcrr8Wbzfsoh95Kk76dO4O1pz4CT2FdOERo71EDxsHr1uOKTNcmL3LqgyeGCUgfPbzok7sNVgFppTLn-fk-MQ5bGXs9-62X_sEuMFULQ8/s400/Jackson+2010+1328.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was pretty excited for the big day & it reminded me of (one of my very many) favorite shows growing up. I was, ok I still am a huge fan of Rugrats. Before they grew into teenagers, then it just got weird.<br /><br />Other than the weird creepy teenage approach it was a great show. I mean how can you go wrong with a ice skating, singing dinosaur? You can't. I'm almost sure if it still ran I would convert Cameron to a fan as well.</div></div><div><br /><div>There is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j72_rl-0yjo">one episode in particular </a>I have always loved. Chuckie, who was the cautious (read: crybaby) of the bunch was about to have his first haircut. Angelica, the oldest of the group (read: little shit) pulled out one strand of hair demonstrating what a haircut entailed, while scaring the bejesus out of poor ol' Chuckie. </div><br /><div>Well, well we had quite the Chuckie day.</div><div><br />The girl wasn't even cutting his hair yet, just the feeling of the smock was upsetting.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434524098950893122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCtYN1uKt4OCQ9ruhbcKfevEKY5u9ZVuBKCqTa3tm4-Xef6ZnF9XxsO8dOry7hu5EaEYU_wf2w_A8hCoWqqM59S51y91WXI66TgXetlBQocaRbWxA5lMqsQwdUgwoyp3qUu5OlZMayGwl/s400/Jackson+2010+1337.jpg" border="0" />I guess the cheeks are a dead giveaway because she knew how to stop the tears.<br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434526557943979794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkilDHLOdclkGN_o6IvS5Uz04fvENthyp7ybksDo4Urhaxm-072lswOLPxMgnuS0HNgxtb0pKk02mcrNdvAt_ywgq37nJiXrB_BUmaHMk60fW316QMTDvr9-V3v55nXv1DanpfU9E0ORI2/s400/Jackson+2010+1338.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434524105761784082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX6bs6vtOqv8dnIFakEiLSoFoUThctCPNnrznp8yZYkdqrGh_BFh2rBwNzW2xr4tNW8sIxFPOgwa5USF4HPY4bc6Okwbcd7YFMuK1YkHK8agd_M5VT5BetvJxz3Wab2yHzEFV_KA6-SwX/s400/Jackson+2010+1341.jpg" border="0" /> Then she sprayed him with the water bottle...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434524116484917858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWc_defd9IIpdHuIof_Z3bP7G1Onv2Qupc8GE-SWyRXyDkioD-cgd7aecp8hT7v051wZ0fVPAJRbNmXpknX3yHt-VM7ViNWfqvULcxjmiMIHdvuc_CbYCqZSXMhWg09MeaXtL_cQjH3El8/s400/Jackson+2010+1343.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434524117576684690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFLp4leqH4E5nFn-dVa8WLyNM8WXKGd_zMwNUWWQAbFcv__G9zeqt3DE-08teLAp0-khTbGkXMfbEEGj-fKaTqOGALlQCu_M9SUL_qN9iO3DfItxGxrKnJjEkcLB7KvlwWjvRpC3eR9x5/s400/Jackson+2010+1344.jpg" border="0" />So, then I pulled out the big guns. His animal book, "how does the cow go? Mooooo."<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434524126049946738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9ZiI62_cObOqwS0W1tqimMVYPitHFlC9pkY2yvDdcXobgWC-hOATRXTt2cELtxbEmqiD7Ub4VG2CgxXbVGil5wzgvbpg1fvk1AbwtdY0pWnREPLPVDgdOgIMZgj9TZjv3rf1NQEvRinM/s400/Jackson+2010+1348.jpg" border="0" />But even that didn't last for long. I guess he didn't like what he saw in the mirror. We're keeping it long baby, keeping the curls for the ladies. ;)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434525026336091410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EzrAybosvf8RBtk8z8eKRPkDowcvyhlWQCuqP9DMEDIxoU32iuSgTWQ6UFhhdmDo0vmGDyvE0qpb_1yzrUXgz3eRxi0sYxNDzOsojRfpgZtNdqFcUnlZTO4c2xE0WShvQvR9AG_eNOvB/s400/Jackson+2010+1352.jpg" border="0" />I don't have the heart to tell Cameron we'll have to do this again. However, I will say for the record we will not go to the happy water squinter girl again. Boo to her! But all in all, we survived!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434525034058879522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6SxoI2l3fBK1yKlZ1cbzt1KVn5T3Xji2cV-RVLMZ0oT7vzLMQon6MWcVPNnVOMxA7IoK5bxZ2lEJKBGJKgZ0v96CTXDFhv7yzNF3Vd2OPkSpwnBXp1Bjtkg8Nejfcy78CQ9v6o9nQ9Hi/s400/Jackson+2010+1356.jpg" border="0" />After his Chuckie moment we headed over to the prize "dispenser." Why? Because what parent wouldn't want to stand their child against a machine that shoots out 35mph a sticker of a no name horse & gold cold that I'm pretty sure he could eat if he wanted too. :/<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434525050189956722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfndfGku6vk1Mxpf-XfAen75m3L2zoYipN3Q8QGt4AK5I16RMacTz9f5sLL6bABgjbcA87njYsA7YPWDLbwMwM00vI82ZMfyEZLH4jkiZ4lMutgn1cnBdqJIA1vrfocxNCa3d2nQlX7Rj/s400/Jackson+2010+1357.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hair cut style, approved!<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434525042856974258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRlFywCpzwEcq6h5rbF2vMQAQz18bK82BqzFh6qAujkXrSgwM4wpKDJTlvbxaI9-TauowzOOo3-s9LExa1uIscWsf9x1kT47ln4STDP-Vupxs8V02z_rjnKSYdmoiMpGCYCCNUMPHaUQ-/s400/Jackson+2010+1363.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-26152807443900500472010-02-03T13:46:00.000-08:002010-02-03T15:29:41.813-08:00Holy moly...<div align="left">I am no bueno at this blogging thing. I could go on & on about how I'm sorry & it's never going to happen again, but let's move forward. Updates, complete with pics. Wheee!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">So, back in december we headed out to Sacramento to visit the Jackson family. I won't leave the visit recap to just that, one day I will give it a proper post but for now just know it was equivalant to Disneyland in Cameron's eyes. He loved hanging out with his newfound cousins & I loved watching them care & include him in every game. There was even a day they asked to take him upstairs to play. After awhile I went to check in (read: make sure Cameron wasn't eating a dice or popping a barbies head off). Instead I found them in the middle of a project. Late I found out they were having Cameron color & make us a Christmas card. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Love.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">On top of nonstop attention he also found his new obsession, a rocking chair. Not just any rocking chair, <em>the</em> rocking chair.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSqbvrpwfmReNLenI7RaLY7onKtjIWwZH6ggtTaBWRbYewsj0cJq_SoWLbNlNIb58cOBXYyAj5jhb3QmCDs3rXISB56kcLLNr2cRURsXCp7Abnu62uRSZyukiadc_q3nChMkEdisePKbZ/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+767.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156645971615938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSqbvrpwfmReNLenI7RaLY7onKtjIWwZH6ggtTaBWRbYewsj0cJq_SoWLbNlNIb58cOBXYyAj5jhb3QmCDs3rXISB56kcLLNr2cRURsXCp7Abnu62uRSZyukiadc_q3nChMkEdisePKbZ/s400/Jackson+2010+767.jpg" border="0" /></a> I wish I could have that much fun in a chair. :p<br /><br /><br />A few weeks back Gma J emailed asking if we thought he would enjoy one of his own.<br /><br /><br />Um, yeah. Especially since we were about to buy a non rocking chair, bor-ing.<br /><br /><br />So as I waited for the chair to arrive visions of Cameron welling up with tears of happiness & shriek "for ME mama?!" would excite me to no end. Hmm, maybe he would even take his first steps toward it...time continued to drag.<br /><br /><br />Then we arrived home last night to find a pretty little note from FED EX. Thinking the box was a pair of running shoes I ordered we headed to the office. I grabbed the dogs, Cameron's push car & off we went. Little did I know the box wasn't a teeny tiny shoe box, but a box bigger & heavier than Cameron.<br /><br /><br />Crap.<br /><br /><br />So, first I tried carrying the box but for whatever reason that freaked out Mr. Chunker & he began to scream. Change in plans, I tied the dogs to the push car, placed the box on top & carried Cameron.<br /><br /><br />Cameron continued to scream, the dogs continued to whimper from having to poop & not being able to move more than 1/2" from the car & I silently counted to 10 at least a dozen times.<br /><br /><br />As you can see my vision was slowly being crushed into teeny pieces.<br /><br />:(<br /><br /><br />Since Cameron continued to be weary of the box I decided to wait until the next morning for the big reveal.<br /><br /><br />In the morning I found my regained hope of a big eyed, squeals of delight reaction coming from Cameron.<br /><br />And you know what?<br /><br /><br />He could have cared less, wtf.<br /><br /><br />I suppose it's my fault. I'm the one who put on Yo Gabba, Gabba! before bringing him out for the big reveal. So try as I might he was too enthralled in the world of "Draw some magic with Mark" & "Cool tricks, cool tricks, yeah!". Boo.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1MAqPl0b6Zkxhr_pLFNmtE3S9l3VdAjQ6a0qa9fnB94oqAxlfvIxhMDXGgSqL4A-HjzgV0U2hdD4xho8FWesER4dvYl5QaLTZ02-IE83Gb9_GFXUooPkuGPl8tOVLK5oa3YBu2m84RCE/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1460.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156630648454194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1MAqPl0b6Zkxhr_pLFNmtE3S9l3VdAjQ6a0qa9fnB94oqAxlfvIxhMDXGgSqL4A-HjzgV0U2hdD4xho8FWesER4dvYl5QaLTZ02-IE83Gb9_GFXUooPkuGPl8tOVLK5oa3YBu2m84RCE/s400/Jackson+2010+1460.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After a few mins in his new chair he decided to get out & grab his breakfast.<br /><br /><div align="center">By getting out, I mean fly out of the chair.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WnRLrNxYUnaLgyKFWCL_8k9RaVPNlLfG86qhGbL1h07WMDo6tm9nLU9lQukd6O_K04rbQ-sST7ZewqEmLSEld54mVyqxFmv_UeWo8Qf7okzmiokJ-ka3HBogNO3QAkaAJsrIHOoEtrac/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1462.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156630399936866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WnRLrNxYUnaLgyKFWCL_8k9RaVPNlLfG86qhGbL1h07WMDo6tm9nLU9lQukd6O_K04rbQ-sST7ZewqEmLSEld54mVyqxFmv_UeWo8Qf7okzmiokJ-ka3HBogNO3QAkaAJsrIHOoEtrac/s400/Jackson+2010+1462.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Oh, this is my favorite part, Cool tricks, yeah!</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhbe6c4BAePQTvZw95mTVIpQ5zZQAWBGGmGznNtZd6hX6E5Hz7-WsqE1PJ7F-0md1g4fTxMEn1MWwqEvk7gTU2aY22dAioWzjEGTCVnp8Xry1H40W_4UjsFGPtLuj_K2IOQQtX_emZ3l5/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1461.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156619867946338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhbe6c4BAePQTvZw95mTVIpQ5zZQAWBGGmGznNtZd6hX6E5Hz7-WsqE1PJ7F-0md1g4fTxMEn1MWwqEvk7gTU2aY22dAioWzjEGTCVnp8Xry1H40W_4UjsFGPtLuj_K2IOQQtX_emZ3l5/s400/Jackson+2010+1461.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uYfA08-dUMXhdavoQENbYcw0raibs3YEdgHHddB6BuoMUNoLVllrAQPA119BHZWIu7-RBnhBvFb969rmmfW2ZCLxI-ZNbxtm1-Uygms-pncISbObXsQ-lbIzHRilI_bKZYegJ9I1zWf1/s1600-h/Jackson+2010+1465.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156609876014098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uYfA08-dUMXhdavoQENbYcw0raibs3YEdgHHddB6BuoMUNoLVllrAQPA119BHZWIu7-RBnhBvFb969rmmfW2ZCLxI-ZNbxtm1-Uygms-pncISbObXsQ-lbIzHRilI_bKZYegJ9I1zWf1/s400/Jackson+2010+1465.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Don't be fooled. He wasn't smiling for me or my desperate plea for a reaction other than ignore. He was smiling at the guy & his cool trick, riding a skateboard. Oh well, at least he looks super cute in his new rocking chair.</div><div> </div><div align="justify">Thanks Gma J!</div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-82823400660467758802009-12-14T14:24:00.000-08:002009-12-14T14:46:14.536-08:00It's almost party time!I could be upset that they're more than a week & a half late, but I was too busy awing over my baby turning one. <div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInHgJH8-mjXGFw8Naby4D_rh2nQFotvd-B8CDh83fAqdk9PxPMNsLGQIGOtN-8j90ZgmWNWOd_4uHifvXCgNW43oVRPQH7GQyDtItH8MLwY0sdbWODkD7pfsAM-WxZUQ0XIecZVjfq-tn/s1600-h/Happy+1st+Birthday+Cameron!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415226282071921794" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInHgJH8-mjXGFw8Naby4D_rh2nQFotvd-B8CDh83fAqdk9PxPMNsLGQIGOtN-8j90ZgmWNWOd_4uHifvXCgNW43oVRPQH7GQyDtItH8MLwY0sdbWODkD7pfsAM-WxZUQ0XIecZVjfq-tn/s400/Happy+1st+Birthday+Cameron!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div><div>That aw quickly turned to tears. I was dancing with Cameron while watching Yo Gabba, Gabba! The kids were making funny faces, so we were dancing along to the music. Then I realized he's not going to need my help standing up for long. Paul saw I was getting teary eyed & hugged me. I said, "I'm not crying. I'm not, I'm NOT!" Quickly the tears turned to laughter, but it's still so bittersweet.</div><div> </div><div>Not that I wasn't expecting tears but I don't really understand why I'm crying. I guess because I wish we could relive some of his first, or that I'm happy he's happy, healthy & celebrating his first year of life.</div><br /><div>It seems that lately he's turning more into a boy than staying my little baby. Now we're greeted with him standing in his crib than laying down, waiting for us to pick him up. Wanting to walk rather than crawl around the house, throwing the ball farther than an inch for Sadie & mimicking more words. His new word is "star", taught by Miss Ruth from daycare. </div><br /><div>I don't know what I expected with Cameron's first year, but I can say it's been quite the ride. :)</div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-11393303978807814272009-12-10T15:55:00.000-08:002009-12-10T20:32:24.019-08:00I think we're the ones being trained. ;)We’re pretty big on routine around the house. I’ve read again & again routine does not come easy with a baby, but it works for us.<br /><br />One of our routines or habits, we will knock on Cameron’s door before going inside. That way if he’s crying he knows we’re going in or just for the sake of doing it. :)<br /><br />On our way to lunch Paul shared a cute story from this morning, so I thought I would share it with you.<br /><br />It was time to get ready & Cameron was still sound asleep. So, Paul knocked on his door (yes knocked, it’s polite) & started singing good morning. He didn’t turn the light on since Cameron was still half asleep. Paul helped him stand up & right away Cameron started signing “light”. So, being the good daddy that he is Paul promptly turned on the light. Of course that made Cameron smile ear to ear.<br /><br />I love watching him understand & use his signs. He’s using them more & more each day & it’s so cute!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRPttFntztO7-lvvZ8pdgxGwV_ll_5W_NOg63vMmnhwMycGP1sCPwkK31DXdFgiUGNAl1VHlDSIVxdLNpAHq1Py1F2v63DkLpc2eiUkucc4nzA_GZpi_d0vYJymrkoSx0x-DcSdVsvWN9/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRPttFntztO7-lvvZ8pdgxGwV_ll_5W_NOg63vMmnhwMycGP1sCPwkK31DXdFgiUGNAl1VHlDSIVxdLNpAHq1Py1F2v63DkLpc2eiUkucc4nzA_GZpi_d0vYJymrkoSx0x-DcSdVsvWN9/s320/tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413831639341414914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know seeing rather than reading is more entertaining so I’ll try to post some video.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-7344768641537072732009-11-30T18:51:00.000-08:002009-11-30T19:42:06.065-08:00Did you know, some dogs are brown?Cameron is non stop "talking". You can tell there's so much he wants to say & I'm sure the moment he can, he'll talk for a day straight.<br /><br />Tonight after daycare we stopped inside our leasing office. As I sat there signing paperwork Cameron talked (read: flirted. Ay yi yi wait until at least puberty....wait no. until your 3o's) with the office assistant. She commented on how well he held a conversation. Oh really, is that what you call it? Because at times I can barely get a word in nevertheless hold a conversation. So, I thought I would share another one of his favorite things, talking. :)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwPLbcae_RjHAe5J2umqoM8mR7na7AETROuRcZo8vouceXzLoTfs5HgSDT4DyJ8tOHa72_GAcy6HjkBc82PTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />He's getting better with signing too. Along with dog he's been saying/showing "fan" & "light" more & more each day.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyn__xl21CAdOOAu75SrTD37KhrYcM-TNONxlin_Kr97Es7CSzth1fFg3r5L-6_L4x9vpk49ukfpb4fXHJ_DA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We can't take the credit for everything, just 99.9%. His friend at daycare, Stefano would say tick tock through out the day. I guess it's fun to do because before we knew it, Cameron was chiming right along with him.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyv9jcsxzBAyjBUSfdnP6t6NtUkraqZLZk0xLBP5EAm0-hO8MVBbdoDY495YOBbLE3AeZx6qBTSe-8YVB25Ag' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />What's that? You want more video of Cameron?! Ask & you shall receive my dear Cameron fans. Did you wonder how to sound like an airplane? Watch closely & listen well, Cameron will teach you.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwymMqu7C8E7nZc4hNSGUDTmnbZpVigbxEY478OWvaHhWQBs1nIrsF8SVKiXmsjpqIiiJSsXwx7eRBDhcVQSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Next lesson, The Law of Gravity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-53007269186174895932009-11-13T07:35:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:54:30.016-08:00Today, I'm going to take over the world.<div>To say Cameron has a strong personality is an understatement. </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf24_88ftOjH8f-qQJDy-BxfmyjP-Q9_XKO-I4_YycJf_xZKl2O-bIsqA82CB5Tyl7PU5ZX20Fw6GjzwCY4mu3nV8DeiIhOuUrWd4fh4x5UNvK64C3VuKjynFktYznLxQBxEiygCX5uEpi/s1600-h/Cam+1637.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630768151813026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf24_88ftOjH8f-qQJDy-BxfmyjP-Q9_XKO-I4_YycJf_xZKl2O-bIsqA82CB5Tyl7PU5ZX20Fw6GjzwCY4mu3nV8DeiIhOuUrWd4fh4x5UNvK64C3VuKjynFktYznLxQBxEiygCX5uEpi/s320/Cam+1637.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj5RiHNT_Q61FAcb7O_v6hgAUj7rILZIl_EKXmG1OlVW6d4yHnVYbyhW07-TSVax-Lt1SLojHDmuTFsgXJezbfXKBA-yezbYmtk4zMUgVBagGBU-nV4xBOSZHwtWHJNMK9AOXhc3NCun2/s1600-h/Cam+1600.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630760226353218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj5RiHNT_Q61FAcb7O_v6hgAUj7rILZIl_EKXmG1OlVW6d4yHnVYbyhW07-TSVax-Lt1SLojHDmuTFsgXJezbfXKBA-yezbYmtk4zMUgVBagGBU-nV4xBOSZHwtWHJNMK9AOXhc3NCun2/s320/Cam+1600.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNWgmZ5RFsqcMFE4VoH4PC7wzdlOtOB4WOm3dI7yaSLcLxp4gvTtuoUvTCFTCJxiJMnIKxO_vD__J2oRnTJSqf6F_XbNr3al_HuakePIM5SgBnGh9jxyPQkVM21cbH0d1FXNyOeiXTino/s1600-h/Cam+1671.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630772046230386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNWgmZ5RFsqcMFE4VoH4PC7wzdlOtOB4WOm3dI7yaSLcLxp4gvTtuoUvTCFTCJxiJMnIKxO_vD__J2oRnTJSqf6F_XbNr3al_HuakePIM5SgBnGh9jxyPQkVM21cbH0d1FXNyOeiXTino/s320/Cam+1671.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhycrn4Jrp_QiRW4Lz_0WWZExRih9odPX6aNTHZRSz0lf7zN5qxH0P8cnCjWQGEcy3LsnkEcDROD5KdjFtDh7UHaid42rd3CRIU_pBC2JwkIEwQr2e9jRd4LGyuq1ZfYo2A0pvsyWm9zl/s1600-h/Cam+1709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403631377762920274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhycrn4Jrp_QiRW4Lz_0WWZExRih9odPX6aNTHZRSz0lf7zN5qxH0P8cnCjWQGEcy3LsnkEcDROD5KdjFtDh7UHaid42rd3CRIU_pBC2JwkIEwQr2e9jRd4LGyuq1ZfYo2A0pvsyWm9zl/s320/Cam+1709.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49ILjZrCxNRFAXchGd48VH6oKyE_Cu-HOj4Of7C_UqLDdRuR19hBcIiD_8fnuGqF2Ld8E4sEvKqMJyU27wrGWgipoGnYQfU2oA8b90cHXHfSvmwHwhZBXfSGZV9ncGZS6lGct4O10L7lv/s1600-h/Cam+1710.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403632203474195186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49ILjZrCxNRFAXchGd48VH6oKyE_Cu-HOj4Of7C_UqLDdRuR19hBcIiD_8fnuGqF2Ld8E4sEvKqMJyU27wrGWgipoGnYQfU2oA8b90cHXHfSvmwHwhZBXfSGZV9ncGZS6lGct4O10L7lv/s320/Cam+1710.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>For being so young, he already behaves so grown up at times.<br /><br />Well, grown up in a baby kind of way. :)<br /></div><div><em>“I don’t want to sit in the cart mama, I want to sit on the floor.”</em> Ok, happy baby.<br /><br /><em>“Oh, a duckie washcloth. Let me reach over & pull it off the shelf. Here mama, you can buy it for me.”</em> Ok, happy baby.<br /><br /><em>“You really don’t have to lay me down to take my medicine. I’ll willingly drink it sitting up. I’ll even cry for more, because I know it will help me get better.”</em> Yay, happy baby.<br /><br /><em>“Oh, I think I’ll crawl today.”</em> Yaaa – Wait, what?<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBb7d2Ns_O3znJAppa4QGLqQ7LortLv6N1sS91zBCFr2lsO2ouT1v8CHsZ4LDR_WT6a4VcL1ui2iJwPWZ2hg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Yup, just like that Cameron decided he was going to crawl.<br /><br />I went to pick him up from daycare last night & Miss Becca was so excited to tell me the news. She said it was for a few seconds but he was definitely crawling. At first I was a little upset that I didn’t get to see for myself, but then I sat Cameron by the kitchen while I got his dinner ready. And he just crawled on over to the dogs dish bowls & started taking their food out. I couldn’t help but laugh, laugh because of course that would be the first thing he would crawl too but the fact that he was on the move.</p><br /><p>When Paul came home I had plenty of video to share with him. We just kept laughing & replaying the footage.<br /><br />I just can’t believe it. My son, Mr. Anti Crawl I can reach it if I just stretch enough, decided he would crawl. Not just semi crawl, but crawl as if he’s been doing it for ages too. I can’t help but laugh, he just does what he pleases & there’s really no guessing what he’s going to do next.<br /><br />So, if/when he declares he’s going to be an astronaut, President or a cowboy that wrangles cats, I won’t be the least bit surprised. I’ll just think back to this day & say, “I think you’ll be the best *insert aspiration here* there ever was.” <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403627315785514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBAhyIYqZxz22U7oWaHcUmFMsP5MJi5awPUIzkr3EL5yWvvM0kjZyRvxc_KjmEUHz5M9OUKlHWK7RsehCwamEwCX8szcI_CWd6dpLVahMReYtQy0-CtK4Y_rifVrodZVGNBmF0xNdGjA-/s400/Cam+1704.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-73254084484911973632009-10-25T23:56:00.000-07:002009-10-26T23:05:48.038-07:00I love...<p> </p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;">I love how you smile when I say, I love you.</span></span> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you wave your arms in the air out of excitement.<br /></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how little thing, like going up/down the stairs excites you.</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you’re learning to sign back (<i>allll done</i>!)<br /></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you can play alone, but always welcome the company.</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you smile & devour your snack, when daddy ask, “can I have some".<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you think about sharing, and then do it.</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how your voice trembles & lips quiver when you're upset.</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love watching you give love to Oscar & Sadie.</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you use my shirt to pull yourself up. <br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love your infectious laugh, your bubbling personality & how you're quickly turning into a little boy who knows what he likes & what he wants.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> But most of all I love you.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you can turn a simple moment into a priceless one.</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">I love how you can make me stop what I'm doing, dash for the camera & capture every priceless moment I can.<br /></span></span></p><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxYucvq2kl3mmy6zZW97BlCBUl1roqASclEDXRo4vBsUz-x3dyyhp5Tmyzuuld2H5b7H4bZIORMwnOgI2xnaw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-32908705535104971082009-10-25T23:40:00.000-07:002009-11-02T14:24:40.004-08:00Mama, look at what I can do.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijT65k3Zs6oeVUhm9fYHssYiu0UuDI7_C97831uGcsQK2xgq8u8bhyphenhyphen0Ya_QDjYVT5-kszyxws0nfXZ65TNk_cxRi11lSWc8BIM1Rz5z71i3KQufSeCbqlr-iFgIZTE0q87S-Wni7wAygt8/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396796437033636578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijT65k3Zs6oeVUhm9fYHssYiu0UuDI7_C97831uGcsQK2xgq8u8bhyphenhyphen0Ya_QDjYVT5-kszyxws0nfXZ65TNk_cxRi11lSWc8BIM1Rz5z71i3KQufSeCbqlr-iFgIZTE0q87S-Wni7wAygt8/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yes, now lay down & act like a baby.<br /><br /><p>*sigh* As ironic as it sounds, I cannot get over how big Cameron is getting.</p><p>I use to think it was so silly when people would say, "my baby is growing up so fast!"<br /><br />Of course they are, they’re babies. Babies grow up, duh. </p><p>But now that I have my own, I can see exactly what they were talking about. </p><p>It's not about them growing bigger.</p><p>Or all of the milestones that they've met.</p><p>It's about the journey we’re made together.</p><p>Of course Paul’s always been there, but there’s a special bond I have with Cameron. </p><p>Feeling his hiccups, his kicks to holding him in my arms for the very first time to knowing what to do to make him calm down, not knowing what to do but being there just the same. </p><p>I remember I couldn't get over how this baby was at one time in my belly. Even when he was so very small I couldn't wrap my head around it. </p><p>Each passing day my love grows right along with him and I honestly don’t know what my future held without seeing him right there with us. </p><p>Now I see this little boy emerging from what was once that tiny baby. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdz7OCsVf11lS8_PSm1gZSZLvZrcnEIhp9Mcl2GhhqgF7kjPIQqvj_tzTALwk8IhWwh9IAMTGfPIj7j-NhECiA7TPbUzKpQcV8s-3wGM1eDH1QtldB7jQmeosbgvjnOhOw2OaTt27r3mj4/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396796434655716786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdz7OCsVf11lS8_PSm1gZSZLvZrcnEIhp9Mcl2GhhqgF7kjPIQqvj_tzTALwk8IhWwh9IAMTGfPIj7j-NhECiA7TPbUzKpQcV8s-3wGM1eDH1QtldB7jQmeosbgvjnOhOw2OaTt27r3mj4/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /></a> Big boy! I can't wait to see how tall he is next Halloween. :)</p><br /><p>Through out the day he insisted on standing up. Shakin' his groove thang with Miss Tessa.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeSqZwplA1BXVAAcjDQpaMpQqZV5qmv9GoPHvI1SgH9fG_aQmBeLtoPC2nfdOgi8FSQdbr45hTrfdafmdmdgzVMHfoYqYH_vy3VRa-dCQBhP4dNnob8bnAewgJUWX94nkU3UtEv-TO3cD/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396796430188404130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeSqZwplA1BXVAAcjDQpaMpQqZV5qmv9GoPHvI1SgH9fG_aQmBeLtoPC2nfdOgi8FSQdbr45hTrfdafmdmdgzVMHfoYqYH_vy3VRa-dCQBhP4dNnob8bnAewgJUWX94nkU3UtEv-TO3cD/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've never been a huge fan of baby shoes. I thought it was silly to buy shoes for a baby that has no use for them. But after the pumpkin patch we went out & purchased Cameron's first pair of shoes.</p><p>I think he likes them. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoPc4kiFcO5OwjJ25_LRC6vV6JeWVf5Nuj9bPrcyr7a-05XPvh5FcUbMMma2COYhyPYOjmfo56JdrOp7XeWW5_qyrH1CN09ImmOZ0drZ7V3yopTZM_JkPFUQ9exi5-HAePxGvwC3llel0/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396796419817059442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoPc4kiFcO5OwjJ25_LRC6vV6JeWVf5Nuj9bPrcyr7a-05XPvh5FcUbMMma2COYhyPYOjmfo56JdrOp7XeWW5_qyrH1CN09ImmOZ0drZ7V3yopTZM_JkPFUQ9exi5-HAePxGvwC3llel0/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396796414744040258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQM8UidW8B9yHfYfOTaFM7JcmRt9H-It-YBW2ti8Re9S6EwhRGP_qY84Ju1mF2cZ0FeSR5K1ZTYg6OJQNvoLW4n6UTZlhE0oWSpKxhMvfi18-tQwZZtsMQdm7pS8WwlJzL7BWwPCZUCpy/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" /><em>PHEW! This standing up is hard work mama.</em><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396797554276995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOkbKs7sUN9Kb2kOgD3H_zaTw_38DckW4Axc-VYe8tYx7lAZZJy9GN4mTeLHlbH3_Lr_VjudMuMsx_u6L_o50tpftV-fwhmzU5kBib1ppyi6dlEBikM2bJ5iTZNN4NAWPQTjqir6LsevD/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396797546785862866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dZT2hyphenhyphen8t-zdYm-Y7umwng6EjmPtIXieQrwfYdYjuU8GXDi1cNMkA5QRAfLSxTJ_rb2aIe9fA-ZGmAizDzLynBL9Ru03yDMx0WN9_zWEjgcOicxrFdqJMoRpswmZFyhmhKpsbgmfVFYBU/s400/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /> One of Cameron's favorite things, is yelling the moment we leave the house. He loves hearing his voice echo through out the hallway.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396797532833622546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUpKtdR2cz8wYdaDO5h9qt5_xGqKEpK90n27qELRpJmNn-XYfGiA3UYAnZMD3PxJTO-KsnklOQWlc8J8A5yr9NepkCgtg3bNnr0bz2s4hB0zvtERbsS6MZjp1pfn3dEpa6jQG-TtL4xly/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /> I'm sure the neighbors appreciate it, especially when we leave before 7 during the weekday. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396797541079435666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaYpHrtv5eoSrxo5o5gZayoUhbW9HMWFqKpNCbexKnucbs1DfICyFI3UmjFOVKPxv_1xt9wi_n9Pg70NzAs7J3qC3ila6qf1TGQcNgHFPV7oZfmoI502YYMZrWG7TYotb_W-J9r-SooYq/s400/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p>This last picture just melts my heart. </p><p>*sigh* </p><p>So know I understand, my baby is growing up too, too fast. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdz7OCsVf11lS8_PSm1gZSZLvZrcnEIhp9Mcl2GhhqgF7kjPIQqvj_tzTALwk8IhWwh9IAMTGfPIj7j-NhECiA7TPbUzKpQcV8s-3wGM1eDH1QtldB7jQmeosbgvjnOhOw2OaTt27r3mj4/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-14452373718198868512009-10-25T22:24:00.000-07:002009-10-25T22:59:17.627-07:00Baby Rule #3Do not question the love a boy has for his ball.<br /><br />It's become bit routine to "check out" a toy from daycare.<br /><br />Cameron picks out one (whichever one he plays with the most that week) and we return it the following week.<br /><br />We've had big toy truck, xylophone alligator, ball with toy hamster inside, tambourine, small toy truck, toy that had spinning ducks....you get the idea.<br /><br />Well Thursday night I went to pick up the Cheese & what did I find?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiojn3Ni6WPdUbSpmgtP9HWy_Qrf3Ym0kF-j-tCgGxeuWComd46xC8wT6oYWP18waaIytuKSFzErqlT8hvciiIHC5-S3zAvLTKTbi6RinmIiaOo3JFnk1kXftPq9tdO_8vq7leCHmHZfyvF/s1600-h/ballofun.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/AVvXsEiojn3Ni6WPdUbSpmgtP9HWy_Qrf3Ym0kF-j-tCgGxeuWComd46xC8wT6oYWP18waaIytuKSFzErqlT8hvciiIHC5-S3zAvLTKTbi6RinmIiaOo3JFnk1kXftPq9tdO_8vq7leCHmHZfyvF/s400/ballofun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396779015231464658" border="0" /></a>He was playing with the room beach ball, hmm.<br /><br />Miss Ruth said the first day she brought it in for beach day, Cameron was scared of it.<br /><br />So scared, he would cry if it got too close to him. :(<br /><br />But over time & I'm sure watching everyone else have fun with it, he's grown to love it too.<br /><br />What a wonderful story right?<br /><br />It's great, really it is.<br /><br />Cameron put the ball back, we're not taking the huge beach ball home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUIQB_9cJqvu65fL-nMSuhI2S1CwH84Y_6YGdRDjVCQuc-Bzb29luMqETmiPVR-dUmHu0dSfobanoa5jDCw9vF3H1oANRcVmbtqjMKH38QsPL_EzU2u3W7aaMbPY6BFB-EiAMcFzCuNdr/s1600-h/nollores.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/AVvXsEgXUIQB_9cJqvu65fL-nMSuhI2S1CwH84Y_6YGdRDjVCQuc-Bzb29luMqETmiPVR-dUmHu0dSfobanoa5jDCw9vF3H1oANRcVmbtqjMKH38QsPL_EzU2u3W7aaMbPY6BFB-EiAMcFzCuNdr/s400/nollores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396779009941885330" border="0" /></a>Note to self: Do not try to take beach ball away from Cameron.<br /><br />So, as comical as we looked I placed Cameron in his carseat & he held onto the ball.<br /><br />I was too busy saying, "are you kidding me? we're taking the beach ball?" to take a picture.<br /><br />As soon as we came home he went straight for his new toy & well, had a ball. ;)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXRed6uJyoUo85dN0DPYo1H72mAh2LhyFkpQ25EEkvWJtRG8dVXm-6Dlpdt6-2_6L_mqUGVjsZzCG5Tl8Qe90yRWdI58PxWMzThUTG2KfB36FDFf6kNTbxLpLpMcszIrJG6VL61kzpKot/s1600-h/IMG_1666.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/AVvXsEhAXRed6uJyoUo85dN0DPYo1H72mAh2LhyFkpQ25EEkvWJtRG8dVXm-6Dlpdt6-2_6L_mqUGVjsZzCG5Tl8Qe90yRWdI58PxWMzThUTG2KfB36FDFf6kNTbxLpLpMcszIrJG6VL61kzpKot/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396779004184306098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my ball Oscar, you can look at it but don't touch. Matter of fact, stop looking.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi86_33YEu_LH2oqmKaOfZTQe3Oxevx7cGQPXt39_D4TGrZURT2y4cX9LIdvU03yabykVQqXAq-AUVOO8hFtfVZawVuI7DQ01A-1FMATsh6pEJSaMFLP0t8nn_8_3gRlBYFYJJEKxXcmQo/s1600-h/IMG_1661.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/AVvXsEhi86_33YEu_LH2oqmKaOfZTQe3Oxevx7cGQPXt39_D4TGrZURT2y4cX9LIdvU03yabykVQqXAq-AUVOO8hFtfVZawVuI7DQ01A-1FMATsh6pEJSaMFLP0t8nn_8_3gRlBYFYJJEKxXcmQo/s400/IMG_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776804883417874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Mama, cross out Infant & put Cameron.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaKOJm8i49MacFjZD-g4ISE5rDoNsOpju8UDOsdW9mIK_TGEUPjjB6FAqMAUJRINVG9PVtYuXWJegtSQgZaXP-HGCn5MNSztoAoExxBFSrejDHabIW_FJKqgv_y8lIdVOMjbiL68eAztO/s1600-h/IMG_1662.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/AVvXsEhLaKOJm8i49MacFjZD-g4ISE5rDoNsOpju8UDOsdW9mIK_TGEUPjjB6FAqMAUJRINVG9PVtYuXWJegtSQgZaXP-HGCn5MNSztoAoExxBFSrejDHabIW_FJKqgv_y8lIdVOMjbiL68eAztO/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776803011099570" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">Ok mama, I'm going to throw it to you & you throw it back.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs19aeUkY63L9Mbns7aSzgjUjJzonizbIJ3WL5sK5nI57bttTrgXqGVNM9A0f8fLF1fm6Y8Q3uTHnv-VLwjFNodLCV0UZrolb7kDxlcEreQRGL3N5PaqqT1siSEqpgFwhc5YL7O-vPzYF/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs19aeUkY63L9Mbns7aSzgjUjJzonizbIJ3WL5sK5nI57bttTrgXqGVNM9A0f8fLF1fm6Y8Q3uTHnv-VLwjFNodLCV0UZrolb7kDxlcEreQRGL3N5PaqqT1siSEqpgFwhc5YL7O-vPzYF/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776793724976834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmaxLwc8nhVBNRXWWoNIkcOIpXU-DtGeIpu3yjDFyA3Y2ugwt0nwhJHc83nVH882uwQXoZKER_jNyhfkzyQBdxOt9dVi2Ggg-pCu8M7fJXfcqbl8fiO0NnRl2dh2Jm9UC8ukJKzZE-y8l/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmaxLwc8nhVBNRXWWoNIkcOIpXU-DtGeIpu3yjDFyA3Y2ugwt0nwhJHc83nVH882uwQXoZKER_jNyhfkzyQBdxOt9dVi2Ggg-pCu8M7fJXfcqbl8fiO0NnRl2dh2Jm9UC8ukJKzZE-y8l/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776778651470722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">See, wasn't that fun?! Now let's do it 1,432 more times!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZPydBUkRNifZRWiJj59_Xkrrd6MMuGyCvYUjU81bB88GGzMQ5D5jKkABEjNGE0Kv8MjSrn0rmTg-WEBaEiOYTGruvs4vhf4XkdiAlYEwQJIHa0f8YmdXDSQ4ccIahboUgUUEk3QbagnT/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZPydBUkRNifZRWiJj59_Xkrrd6MMuGyCvYUjU81bB88GGzMQ5D5jKkABEjNGE0Kv8MjSrn0rmTg-WEBaEiOYTGruvs4vhf4XkdiAlYEwQJIHa0f8YmdXDSQ4ccIahboUgUUEk3QbagnT/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776787579606802" border="0" /></a>As usual, Friday was daddy & bebe day.<br /><br />When I walked through the door Paul told me all about Cameron's love for the beach ball.<br /><br />Yeah, I think he likes it just a tad.<br /><br />Paul even surprised me with a video to show proof.<br /><br />It has a Blair Witch vibe, but it was sweet that Paul thought to record & share with me.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3Afq_GK44tvx5L3CYzex7UXsi7tq66hXf_BGAz4_FNdxaVBi7d73VXy-Vm6ZxkA000Zv9lBOxy7HfuOzCVg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Ahh, to be that content with a 99 cent ball. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-68957024814298248412009-10-20T20:24:00.000-07:002009-10-20T21:23:06.115-07:00Yes I will buy that picture for $50I'm sure it's very apparent I love taking pictures of Cameron.<br /><br />I don't have that many baby photos of myself, and I'm sure that's where my obsession began.<br /><br />Now scrapbooking, that's a whole other story.<br /><br />I can't say I've tried, but I don't see it happening.<br /><br />All the pictures will go into a photo album, in a frame, on the wall or on my work desk. :)<br /><br />But then, picture day at daycare arrived.<br /><br />Actually, let's take it back even further.<br /><br />Before we left the hospital they offered newborn pictures.<br /><br />Of course we let them take pictures.<br /><br />And then, of course we bought them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NeGkQcFiozUTmjcww7VKVmN5qGjs7bHBqoMgeW893vYb7bKj5pfkXomSqrHlJH5y3ZT2XsAYQqOHgPddnuCMvDPyVoLmmIS4d15bId4ppSHSXPAmCWZxdaixJ-rKSRN0Aipd8Hunh1ah/s1600-h/cams+pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NeGkQcFiozUTmjcww7VKVmN5qGjs7bHBqoMgeW893vYb7bKj5pfkXomSqrHlJH5y3ZT2XsAYQqOHgPddnuCMvDPyVoLmmIS4d15bId4ppSHSXPAmCWZxdaixJ-rKSRN0Aipd8Hunh1ah/s400/cams+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896952220634146" border="0" /></a><br />Do not attempt to adjust your screens. Cameron use to not only be that tiny, but that skinny!<br /><br />hehe Just look at those perfect piano playing fingers.<br /><br />Love.<br /><br />Our child was obviously the next Gerber baby & we bought them right away.<br /><br />The plan was to have Cameron sign each one & give away to his loyal fans.<br /><br />Instead...we bought & safely tuck them away in a nice envelope.<br /><br />Then to make sure their safety was reinforced, we stuck that envelope in our cabinet where they've been kept safe, since January. :p<br /><br />Then picture day at daycare arrived.<br /><br />Oh glory, my little boy was getting his first "school" picture!<br /><br />We just had to buy them, not only were they cute but the moment had to be saved forever.<br /><br />We would save one for us & give the rest out to Chunka Cheese fans worldwide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcLrQkyA_EQbqj3k8WpXgv4qM5EfUtHZUUD4B4VPDYb4JGL6hFN5Vmkya8iY1XTKqaOKjN47aMi_jJvkzUK43fSCtLH1Xxj26WKkk_endUqUSn7jonkylcvp_cuHRSkt01OUyG_tXIuP0/s1600-h/CjApril09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcLrQkyA_EQbqj3k8WpXgv4qM5EfUtHZUUD4B4VPDYb4JGL6hFN5Vmkya8iY1XTKqaOKjN47aMi_jJvkzUK43fSCtLH1Xxj26WKkk_endUqUSn7jonkylcvp_cuHRSkt01OUyG_tXIuP0/s400/CjApril09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896944829630402" border="0" /></a><br />I admit, the backdrops aren't the *gag* cutest but that smile just sucks you in.<br /><br />So, we grabbed his newborn pictures down from the cabinet & placed our new purchase in the same envelope.<br /><br />Yup, we were going to mail both pictures together!<br /><br />This was a BRILLIANT idea!<br /><br />So right away we tucked that envelope into our cabinet, for safety reasons of course.<br /><br />That was back in April.<br /><br />Do you see a trend forming?<br /><br />Hmm, my ability to mail out pictures is right up there with scrapbooking.<br /><br />Well, glorious picture day has arrived yet again!<br /><br />And seriously, we're buying copies & mailing them out.<br /><br />Honest.<br /><br />Promise!<br /><br />Who could resist this laid back pose, arm against the bridge and all?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5pjNMI9-eeyBCh19i2l3b_4W5hfRdgm-dy0aDc-WE8l9QqlDb-uHUG399esv4m5mY30Gmoo573e1HKtZFwJJBPHuDvITBTQAxFNoYDiZFh9I_Hqict4jlbmwAg40tKgCdkEW5d-atIqJ/s1600-h/CjOct09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5pjNMI9-eeyBCh19i2l3b_4W5hfRdgm-dy0aDc-WE8l9QqlDb-uHUG399esv4m5mY30Gmoo573e1HKtZFwJJBPHuDvITBTQAxFNoYDiZFh9I_Hqict4jlbmwAg40tKgCdkEW5d-atIqJ/s400/CjOct09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896938491994002" border="0" /></a>Or this handsome smile, teeth & all! Don't you just want to gobble him up?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihivT5p-KvlB1D5YlLjglsRevNAeARNxGPhs_m2bqpEzIa1SCrK7gVcOPHplyC0MmdYN-HvoI-xI3DL4GvAna5oM3B-SJqrXYjFf5CE8t1TxHXJNrxidRW_yzlKOKsYGDGjBhEoA3EFVhG/s1600-h/CjOct09+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihivT5p-KvlB1D5YlLjglsRevNAeARNxGPhs_m2bqpEzIa1SCrK7gVcOPHplyC0MmdYN-HvoI-xI3DL4GvAna5oM3B-SJqrXYjFf5CE8t1TxHXJNrxidRW_yzlKOKsYGDGjBhEoA3EFVhG/s400/CjOct09+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896930717873858" border="0" /></a><br />How could we not buy them, right?<br /><br />If all else fails, at least they'll be a nice addition to our already growing collection. ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-79844607766624215022009-10-19T22:21:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:29:06.346-07:00Home Is Where The Cheese Is<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This weekend was hard for many reasons.<br /><br />1. I was leaving Cameron for almost 3 days.<br /><br />2. I was saying good-bye, to my beautiful friend Jewelyn.<br /><br />3. I was leaving Cameron for almost 3 days.<br /><br />I knew I was going to cry.<br /><br />Admitting I was stressed out is sugar coating it.<br /><br />I was scared out of my mind.<br /><br />It was stressful, the upcoming services, driving alone, being away for so long but I knew if I didn't go, I would regret it.<br /><br />I'm so lucky to have Paul. I don't really know if I would have went if he wasn't so supportive of me going.<br /><br />So, I packed the night before & "planned" on leaving after Cameron went down for his first nap & then decided to leave at 8.<br /><br />Well, after trying to leave several times, I ended up leaving after he went down for a nap. We said goodbye & Cameron started to reach out & cry for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*insert worst mama in the world feeling here*</span><br /><br />I stayed a bit longer, we sang "the ants go marching", marveled at the wonder that is a ROCK and danced.<br /><br />Then finally I was on my way.<br /><br />The drive wasn't terribly bad. It was great to spend times with wonderful friends, missed family & driving through familiar roads.<br /><br />The services were so beautiful. I was so nervous the day of. My palms were sweaty, my stomach was just in complete knots.<br /><br />Then I arrived at the church.<br /><br />All my anxiety just lifted & I knew I had made the right decision.<br /><br />The services were beautiful, just as Jewelyn. Every moment was heartfelt & I was so relived I was not only a part of her celebration of life, but that she was & will forever be my friend.<br /><br />My trip was short, bittersweet but full of love & priceless memories.<br /><br />It's always wonderful to surround yourself with people who love you, for you.<br /><br />So, of course coming home was the cherry on top!<br /><br />I made excellent timing & was so happy to see my little man.<br /><br />As I walked through the doors he smiled & then looked around as if he was thinking, "look! mama's back!"<br /><br />I picked him up & he starting pulling himself up in excitement. It was the best welcome home hug.<br /><br />Since it was still early a trip to the park was in order.<br /><br />The famous, crawling is over rated, I can reach it <span style="font-style: italic;">streeeeetchhhhh.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwqclt_8S3v6-_CWqwLP72PMp7bexrt0eyjc4AbhePduP8w6MyrMyP4t9Rt9VDu5piF-Umn_QbQiLh_IXgpQjA7s7ARn1Q2_2GH5IKNGWLM6lGHmeoVdNEJ4-kDRNwkGciKsY73S85sBI/s1600-h/IMG_1590.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/AVvXsEiwwqclt_8S3v6-_CWqwLP72PMp7bexrt0eyjc4AbhePduP8w6MyrMyP4t9Rt9VDu5piF-Umn_QbQiLh_IXgpQjA7s7ARn1Q2_2GH5IKNGWLM6lGHmeoVdNEJ4-kDRNwkGciKsY73S85sBI/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558415920368082" border="0" /></a><br />We decided to feed the ducks.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3PqWiVtkjtfYkvlTYbO7nky9LE-A6NRIoEadReO6sBlFQnMHLs0CJ2xfujReHE0WEi17t0-RChR7X4PAxMAXGB1vlAF6l8bnacs1l1gRutyXYdzOIm7iaZfpbr6gjvWc70k9GVWPBsbl/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkvE5XACEJjhYsLu3UMSFJ8utZZ-jclpb7Xp0b3bzAkAlpCz21IkCFcmXvplbIW17hFIlpuOyhdPwI7wfe_zgO7VhC7lcWv2-GiRqWEj3I7WHXv6K9l6ga9wgu0XzI80y6dM6Rth5WJG5/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558166191904914" border="0" /></a>Ok, Cameron ate but he was kind enough to let the ducks watch.<br /><br />Paul joined us after work, ahhhh another face I've missed.<br /><br />It was so nice relaxing & spending time together.<br /><br />We walked around & found a bucket swing!<br /><br />Cameron has yet to swing on his own, so I was (probably the most) excited. :D<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-newCs5vI0Ka-aE_eo-fAZttmjlB357eTvEbpOXHcy37vEublQyjxT7guXaMxnY97-7QTbEOtRTMVlX96fJtjB53tjfrPUNNNW7DKK0X62zgUHIXJmqhd2zHZ97D_-vOhpIEbmUUm_Cl/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-newCs5vI0Ka-aE_eo-fAZttmjlB357eTvEbpOXHcy37vEublQyjxT7guXaMxnY97-7QTbEOtRTMVlX96fJtjB53tjfrPUNNNW7DKK0X62zgUHIXJmqhd2zHZ97D_-vOhpIEbmUUm_Cl/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558162610199538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidtTwP0i4oPn8bqvqvptvVntd3PjYwgE6FzC_4GYWI3F8N0DdEGCMN3dFQznVs3GqbBg4X35uBWHgOOvE-9_b9LUG3qhBqYxnM1y7prvmdFFETKtl14jzVUCzmCQ7k9XX-lGo5sQj2T1h/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidtTwP0i4oPn8bqvqvptvVntd3PjYwgE6FzC_4GYWI3F8N0DdEGCMN3dFQznVs3GqbBg4X35uBWHgOOvE-9_b9LUG3qhBqYxnM1y7prvmdFFETKtl14jzVUCzmCQ7k9XX-lGo5sQj2T1h/s400/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558148939559826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj479dOCMhWrOMT6_bVEsCDIXrDE9_hOubz8wNGzJfZp2R082Qn1_Ah8VDucHEvlGm6EZoUSx3zWlzIsl09BTouAgyU-aHw9a66T4UCb6prwIkRf0cSajaM4wqc9of95BEhabJKJYVaq72g/s1600-h/IMG_1606.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/AVvXsEj479dOCMhWrOMT6_bVEsCDIXrDE9_hOubz8wNGzJfZp2R082Qn1_Ah8VDucHEvlGm6EZoUSx3zWlzIsl09BTouAgyU-aHw9a66T4UCb6prwIkRf0cSajaM4wqc9of95BEhabJKJYVaq72g/s400/IMG_1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394556331847816402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0dqiiAyeEoG3kOZd7eqYDDDlqovOawsr75Z75_tw5yn4KcYcIZ4ViTHLq8SGl2k0UIvWkdCAYr7UhxoMf764jCqiJFzGT7TSQmtSjE8mNk5R5_Bh8d53wci7rVkKvkcPverSf9UvqG6u/s1600-h/IMG_1607.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/AVvXsEgZ0dqiiAyeEoG3kOZd7eqYDDDlqovOawsr75Z75_tw5yn4KcYcIZ4ViTHLq8SGl2k0UIvWkdCAYr7UhxoMf764jCqiJFzGT7TSQmtSjE8mNk5R5_Bh8d53wci7rVkKvkcPverSf9UvqG6u/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394556323139538434" border="0" /></a><br />Well, it looks and sounds like someone was a little excited too. <span style="font-style: italic;">*coughpaulcough*</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6y6Kl3F4cZCBv4-NWx4_Erj8SjM9g8y1FmHMTQYobjxSUdnoRIMJMG6VIXbvrqxVzIlF79_Yb9VE0sZ-8DaTyGSLoPa5hZc4xeFupP9qZbmOL-3GzssJdw8WNqAE-pp19jmCA6qJaiGF/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxfd6e3Tw8cSSGWCVPETcApiAAfFSE431AoAx1KGwV1pFT9D6BdZOeCMUrcFKzLsw8g8ucqVVX9Dmqd3kE_gg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br />After the park, we headed home just in time for Cameron's bath.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFetvU13OPZRMnbAiRoBQPotDpoDol4ewUihhmGTcjz__Fcx1qC-nT12A7v6lrOagtWz8_VmBQhLhupaoKw4PlAqW-ZyS1bbEcyLhtmmVkSpJt_kgQayCTQyr_H6LY48kIuW1n5s-WEAC4/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFetvU13OPZRMnbAiRoBQPotDpoDol4ewUihhmGTcjz__Fcx1qC-nT12A7v6lrOagtWz8_VmBQhLhupaoKw4PlAqW-ZyS1bbEcyLhtmmVkSpJt_kgQayCTQyr_H6LY48kIuW1n5s-WEAC4/s400/IMG_1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394556301698527586" border="0" /></a><br />His new "game" is leaning over & reaching for toys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNutW3zpOmh4-8BUAwqfwvCYNNGKimqo8-nl5x-4FFOBhCYpJvVfh4Do1EO-mb3zVJkodygmYD_LthUpl1lnLrrw0OOQTiqKNfBXK-er79F0wwZ2RslkcnRLCRRgnefBLsjvaWGyjeWmm/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNutW3zpOmh4-8BUAwqfwvCYNNGKimqo8-nl5x-4FFOBhCYpJvVfh4Do1EO-mb3zVJkodygmYD_LthUpl1lnLrrw0OOQTiqKNfBXK-er79F0wwZ2RslkcnRLCRRgnefBLsjvaWGyjeWmm/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394556278870085426" border="0" /></a>Then, if they're just a wee bit out of his reach, he politely says, "mama can you get that for me?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6y6Kl3F4cZCBv4-NWx4_Erj8SjM9g8y1FmHMTQYobjxSUdnoRIMJMG6VIXbvrqxVzIlF79_Yb9VE0sZ-8DaTyGSLoPa5hZc4xeFupP9qZbmOL-3GzssJdw8WNqAE-pp19jmCA6qJaiGF/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6y6Kl3F4cZCBv4-NWx4_Erj8SjM9g8y1FmHMTQYobjxSUdnoRIMJMG6VIXbvrqxVzIlF79_Yb9VE0sZ-8DaTyGSLoPa5hZc4xeFupP9qZbmOL-3GzssJdw8WNqAE-pp19jmCA6qJaiGF/s400/IMG_1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394556250837884594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ahhh, I've missed that face.<br /><br />So very happy to be home with my boys, my beautiful family.<br /><br />Cali, see ya in December!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-89881438282100929152009-10-16T09:47:00.000-07:002009-10-16T11:00:23.293-07:00Cameron fall down, go boomWith Paul's new work schedule we needed a sitter.<br /><div><br /><div></div><div>So, last Friday Cameron went to daycare for an hour, an <em>hour.</em></div><br /><div>Within that hour Cameron knocked "first bruise" from his check list.</div><br /><div>Mr. Anti-Crawl-Don't-Worry-I-Can-Scoot-And-Reach did just that for a toy.</div><br /><div>Somehow his revision to crawling didn't go according to plan.</div><br /><div>He fell forward onto said toy and ate it, <em>hard</em>. :(</div><br /><div>Miss Ruth gave him lots of love, poor guy.</div><br /><div>He fell so hard the bruise was in the shape of the toy, boo hoo.</div><br /><div>I wont' lie.</div><br /><div>As soon as I saw him I freaked out.</div><br /><div>He had a nasty diaper rash a few days ago. When I say nasty, it was bad, really, really bad.</div><br /><div>I got a call from Miss Ellen & she said it looked like a hive. </div><div> </div><div>Doing what I do best, I freak out & make a mad rash for the store. </div><div> </div><div>After buying a bottle of Calamine I rush to daycare, turns out it's just a rash.</div><br /><div>He's never had a diaper rash & I wasn't sure if it was a rash or allergic reaction to a new food.</div><br /><div>So, I ran back out & bought Bag Balm (if you don't have it, get it today!) & oatmeal for his bath.</div><br /><div>Now, a few days later I walk into the infant room & it looks like a hive across his face.</div><div></div><div>{{insert panic mode yet again}}}</div><div></div><div>I had to sign an incident report & joked about getting a copy for his baby book.</div><div></div><div><em>*sigh*</em> He's a boy, I know this is the first of many but, <em>*sigh*</em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248465126661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicuOulf04MUGxZxLu8l3QtpOMF-oD16PjZ9PqnYouimaTRnAL8khsos5O7l1452ABWQgLeyA9V6BUH98wWt9oXj-uV46z9l-_3NIEkZH6rzoUunC9We8SNc6SJPv7s-v40tPecpsM3Dxl/s400/boop.jpg" border="0" /><br />As ironic as it may seem, that's a picture of Paul & Cameron playing "boop". </div><div></div><div>It started when Diana came down to visit. </div><div></div><div>She would say "Toques" & bump Cameron's head.</div><div></div><div>He had no idea what was going on.</div><div></div><div>Well now, Paul says "boop" and they butt heads. :/ Oh joy. </div><div><br /></div><div>My bebe may try to act tough & butt heads withe the best of them.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248454328176194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcZXB_-q_WVthMsvOOlaZmJgBG3ZjUBOpuDvMPWbJxK7draDNm-pmI3F3A6r_ekfxU9hdAlwnCAZtNeIqopgDifTFko-qnpY62VqDOpcvwcl-sTlvAXwqz5zTxiHZr8bJQlxSrh_AALFF/s400/toughguy.jpg" border="0" /><br />But I know better. :)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393253251197100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEKiAvB4n25AiUHt65DBKZrrlKo-iiQKkVBjorarUkQd8X6tGRqqO2AOxCbabEzfyI0n1goy-dtXwKVt73QMj5nfwic5uiMDCI2bhz-HW2caHOdB3M14k5WH3iKHJxdTUyX2tnt4PuBJQ/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /><br />Then, later that weekend Cameron woke up with a cold.<br /><br />He rubs his nose when it runs, combine that with crankyness & you get another wound.<br /><br />A scratch that ran from under his eye almost to his chin. :(<br /><br /><br /><br />So, w/a bruise & battle wound I couldn't help but buy this shirt to celebrate the occasion.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248449406981714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vnq3Io7UnbcGiTJbkpXLuk1DE5pa9tf_mLLyxbUYTuBbDh34pT-xi8lx9X7n2xjObXSIN8moCi3Dz_HVyPmfv9CzgS7z8IJ8Dbtve6hBIxVeYpOA8WmKsqHoqkHg7r7X5l1D73JA1lNP/s400/Cam+017.jpg" border="0" /><br />Perfect, no? ;)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248439208458754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5dttIOB5lFfvHnSuBc2yEy7zPYmEgEfU7ASwWvF9YZ7CHmAeblgjoydbwYbdofg52M6Ihx45ac8DU0V6fWPSBdoQ1tPP9dAi8J1naBSMK_ibygMEkETSvTVDk24GfOoHpZ6yl9HK52bn/s400/chicksdigscars.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-57111599101568095832009-10-10T19:41:00.000-07:002009-10-10T20:31:15.122-07:00Seriously, how do you title a story like this one?When most people ask how Cameron's doing I'll always make it a point to say, "he's still nosy".<br /><br />Inquisitive, taking in the world, always wanting to be in the loop.<br /><br />Call it what you want, my son is down right nosy.<br /><br />Not sure where he got that trait from, hmmmm.<br /><br />Being so inquisitive has led him to mimicking as well.<br /><br />He's gone from mimicking noises, gestures, rubber neck syndrome & now this.<br /><br />Last night we got home a tad late from daycare (read: I talked too long with Ruth).<br /><br />We usually take out his red push car & walk all around the neighborhood.<br /><br />Since we were already running late I decided to just carry Cameron.<br /><br />We walked over to the poop zone.<br /><br />Sadie is a poop champ. She doesn't put on a show, just takes care of business.<br /><br />Oscar on the other hand is a PITA.<br /><br />I mean, he needs coaching. :D<br /><br />I'm usually quite patient w/his song & dance.<br /><br />You can't look at him, he has to sniff over every inch 3x over, circles 3,423x then when you finally think he's going for it, he hears a noise & the process starts all over again.<br /><br />Ugh.<br /><br />I'll usually yell out, "POOP! OSCAR POOOOOOOOOOP!!!"<br /><br />I am fully aware the neighbors peak out their window & judge.<br /><br />I know & accept this.<br /><br />But, I live w/freak dog & can yell if I please.<br /><br />So, it didn't matter to Oscar that it was getting dark & Cameron needed his bath.<br /><br />After pleading I finally told Cameron, "Tell Oscar to go poop."<br /><br />Funny enough he started yelling out toward Oscar, <span style="font-style: italic;">da a-daaaaa!</span><br /><br />So, here I am saying poop! Poooooooop, go poo poo!<br /><br />And what do I feel?<br /><br />Cameron bracing down.<br /><br />He was bracing down, red in the face & grunting.<br /><br />My son was trying to poop.<br /><br />I've heard of sympathy pain, but he was taking it just a bit too far.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628624652870415611.post-59842004025896997912009-10-08T19:57:00.000-07:002009-10-09T08:20:14.616-07:00The princess, the giant & the squirrel.Amazing, amazing, amazing.<br /><br />The generosity of so many has been so amazing.<br /><br /><a href="http://dishbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/19w2d.html">Kim</a> has been receiving loads of donations.<br /><br />A yard sale was held for the <a href="http://mychunkacheesemylove.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-get-this-ball-rolling.html">Jewelyn Okamoto Memorial Fund</a>. The girls raised $1,200, woo hoo!<br /><br />Miss Gabrielle is finally home with daddy.<br /><br />You can go <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gabrielleokamoto/mystory">here</a> for updates & pictures.<br /><br />She's just too precious for words, and that hair! You know I'm a sucker for wild hair. ;)<br /><br />Speaking of hair you want to run through your fingers, Mr. Cameron is getting BIG-ger.<br /><br />He just had his 9 month check up (insert hysterical crying).<br /><br />Stats, 20.3 lbs & 26" long!<br /><br />Our giant genes are starting to take over.<br /><br />Since it was Paul's day off, he took over shot duty for this round.<br /><br />He reported Cameron cried for a second.<br /><br />Hmmm, that's not how I remember the last two visits.<br /><br />There was screaming, pleading, scratching at the door to get out-oh wait, that was me.<br /><br />My tough little man. The warrior Snoopy bandaid was kept for a warning to the Gu guey (sp?).<br /><br />When I got home Paul met me outside, just to show pics & video from their day.<br /><br />Isn't that just oozing of daddy love?<br /><br />Here's a video of Cameron saying "ten".<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzakwwRFP2aFNXyt5WHdo5vTPfNov-x9Krem7D3cgeaGb2mecj5AKNU_llMIUXApIhd2hPcqPVFyKdGYpwY5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Last but not least, climbing over Mt. Jackson to reach the camera (sorry, I don't now how to flip it).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiE9bxI1X1t7SSMnaSEF4Y1L7AzEm4vc8yFQwW9y1unXyd4f4NUtX9vWC0AP2V_SWHw81_pHkmAco9GiIc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I don't know what's more hysterical. Cameron leaping over or Paul's laugh. :)<br /><br />And a few pics showing off my bebe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQW_wlaNoRfhPsj0nv3TbtTnOY5s3g9anvKkLYfuP2pZAwH9SMSyAcSIJHpW2W4Mvrg5_PrkA2cRrQjlgjHQGaN9axbl3QxLjNtI36PEo_OwzmSyd7x-9BCGA5hkN1njy5petg38517yM/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390453163927876562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQW_wlaNoRfhPsj0nv3TbtTnOY5s3g9anvKkLYfuP2pZAwH9SMSyAcSIJHpW2W4Mvrg5_PrkA2cRrQjlgjHQGaN9axbl3QxLjNtI36PEo_OwzmSyd7x-9BCGA5hkN1njy5petg38517yM/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRUy10E-yQn6dy_pfg953XoUlmcm0N8ekNr93G9uE8mRDM9Hm_Wkk7cwG35ogn8xNSHKdUyUMzUkHvaUStDxNkKuiY1lyqn6VRz-huoCNW8nc4ERN4YPlMrXK6oB7NYxMn4CNkaT27TiR/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390453154465911858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRUy10E-yQn6dy_pfg953XoUlmcm0N8ekNr93G9uE8mRDM9Hm_Wkk7cwG35ogn8xNSHKdUyUMzUkHvaUStDxNkKuiY1lyqn6VRz-huoCNW8nc4ERN4YPlMrXK6oB7NYxMn4CNkaT27TiR/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ahh, those squishable cheeks. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl62h511FIE31LiHRIUSY7avukyn3rWaJzzCGMq0feVOh-FSkgU4ki29uDBQyzefVDOPHtd-UYqxXBcKF7RVX8gTPsi_kFwSwJE6QIcVYI0FVFvfSSlYal84XG1VG7TrHrn6oTRhqDo3Eg/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390453139740159602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl62h511FIE31LiHRIUSY7avukyn3rWaJzzCGMq0feVOh-FSkgU4ki29uDBQyzefVDOPHtd-UYqxXBcKF7RVX8gTPsi_kFwSwJE6QIcVYI0FVFvfSSlYal84XG1VG7TrHrn6oTRhqDo3Eg/s400/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /></a> He's hiding something in there, I'm almost certain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIB5mSr4ZBBK0y4Ps9lY0f9ZxF_DQns4aVsveIt1py4bqKYFjK7CDQYnOAEiLIpn1qOLBKDiBvxrY4IKNA2CTLlN_h_FSrPUpuMiPJAdp6IgY1pgNUSmd23D5X6ZrdPuZBJ7sKQGFsH7v/s1600-h/IMG_1435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390453133131951474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIB5mSr4ZBBK0y4Ps9lY0f9ZxF_DQns4aVsveIt1py4bqKYFjK7CDQYnOAEiLIpn1qOLBKDiBvxrY4IKNA2CTLlN_h_FSrPUpuMiPJAdp6IgY1pgNUSmd23D5X6ZrdPuZBJ7sKQGFsH7v/s400/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3