tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28725648071553745332024-02-19T01:54:59.420-08:00Holler, if you want to...Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-87562425559932703302013-11-12T08:53:00.001-08:002013-11-12T08:53:38.598-08:00a possible future in hr???last night we were at owen's omi and opa's house. owen wanted to pretend to go on a treasure hunt, and of course, he needed me to go along. he led us down into the basement and into their back room. after about 10 minutes of playing, i was done, and i told him we needed to come upstairs. he followed me, but stopped at the laundry room, telling me i had to follow him because he needed to show me the "short cut." i told him i was well aware of the short cut through the laundry room to the back room, and he needed to follow me upstairs. he told me i wasn't listening. i told him to get his butt upstairs. once upstairs, i settled down in the living room to watch tv next to rick. after a few minutes, owen told me that he needed to tell me something, and i needed to follow him into the bedroom, so he could talk to me. i told him to just tell me, but he insisted, we needed privacy. i went into the bedroom, laid on the bed, and asked what he needed to tell me. he replied, "you're fired." i replied somewhat loudly, "what are you talking about, i'm fired!" he responded, "you need to talk more quietly. you are to loud." i responded, "yeah, i'm loud! i'm upset, you just fired me!" he said again, "i asked you to be quieter, try talking like me. not so loud." i questioned, "why am i fired?" he said, "because you do not listen. i told you to follow me in the short cut, and you would not listen, so you are fired." "so, i'm fired from being your mom?" "no, you are still my mom." "so, i'm just fired from treasure hunts?" "yes." "okay, i can live with that." "alright, now go sit on the floor, i want to jump on you." "no, i'm not going to sit on the floor." "see, you are not listening again. this is why you are fired!"Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-62112797572448647632013-10-31T12:32:00.000-07:002013-10-31T12:32:14.767-07:00where's the judgement?last night owen had ccd. i was waiting in the parking lot for him to come out. i saw his teacher lead the class, and as i looked for him, i realized he wasn't there. i asked her, "where's owen?" and she replied, "owen who?" (nice, huh?!) then i said, "my son, owen." and, she replied, "oh, yes, sorry. he forgot his treat bag in the classroom, so he went back for it with my two 7th grade helpers. they should be out in a few minutes." so i patiently waited as other classes kept coming out. eventually, the kids from our class were all paired with their parents, so our teacher went back in the building to see what was taking them so long. i stayed outside watching other classes come out to meet their parents. after a few minutes our teacher was back without owen. she was surprised he wasn't with me, as he wasn't in the classroom or the hallway. she decided to try the other route through the halls. at this point, i am getting a little worried. where could he be. the teacher came back out a few minutes later, still without. at this point, i was about to lose my shit (contrary to popular belief, that doesn't happen too often.) as i begun talking to her, a woman behind me started to address her. i turned around and to my relief, there was owen! the woman said he was standing at the side of the building near the street crying because he couldn't find his mommy, so she brought him back to find his teacher. owen told me the boys, aka the two 7th grade "helpers," walked him to the room, but let him come back by himself. he must have blended in with another class leaving the building. he remembered that when he went to preschool here, i picked him up at the side of the building, so he went there to find me. i am thankful that nothing worse happened. i am grateful owen remembered that i told him if he was lost, he should find a mommy with kids to help him. but, i am still pissed that this happened at all.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-52397240456831619672013-10-23T14:10:00.000-07:002013-10-23T14:10:39.976-07:00like daddylast night i was looking at owen's toenails and i told them we needed to trim them. and i also said, they really look like daddy's (curved on the side to cause a potential ingrown toenail.) owen said, that's okay, i want to be like daddy. i asked, how do you want to be like daddy? he said, his toes. i asked, how else? he replied, i want to drive his car too, and your car too. and, i want to have strong muscles like daddy so i can lift really heavy things.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-20476682732806115262013-10-17T09:55:00.000-07:002013-10-17T09:55:02.998-07:00this is going to be a long yearowen has started ccd (<span class="st">a catholic religious class) about a month ago, and it has made us realize how delayed we are in his catholic teachings. we first had to tackle what is appropriate to pray for and what is not. "dear jesus, i wish for legos." i think he equated jesus to santa and was sharing his nightly wish list</span><span class="st"></span>. now he knows he cannot pray for toys, so instead he prays to jesus for a baby sister. in hindsight, i realize asking for toys wasn't that big of a problem. <br />
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now, we have a new challenge. last night, owen's ccd teacher gave each child a rosary that glows in the dark. he came home wearing it around his neck. he was so excited about his new necklace. i told him it was for praying and it glowed in the dark so he could easier pray when he is in bed at night. he tested it, and it was not glowing. so, i explained that we needed to leave it by the light for awhile and then it would glow. he woke up asking for his glowing necklace. i again told him it wasn't a necklace, that it was a rosary for praying. and, he responded, yes, i know, and it is very powerful. it glows because it is full of magic, and when it glows it is making my wishes come true. i told him it is not magic, but he refuses to agree.<br />
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<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-74223011593601369162013-10-01T07:58:00.001-07:002013-10-01T07:58:20.535-07:00remembering to say iti often tell owen that i love him. i often tell him thank you for doing something like cleaning up. i often tell him i'm proud of him for behaving well in school (getting green or better.) what i didn't realize until last night, is that i forget tell him that he is a good kid. he did something nice for the cats last night, and i said, "owen, you are a good kid." owen looked at me and said with complete sincerity, "thank you, mommy." it made me realize how much he appreciated hearing that, and that i probably need to tell him that more. i spend so much time telling him what to do and what not to do, i sometimes forget to just tell him that he is doing good at his job...being a kid.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-52517392520956268872013-09-30T08:25:00.001-07:002013-09-30T08:25:33.681-07:00peanutfriday night we picked up the newest addition to our family, a 3-month old kitten named peanut. the shelter named her peanut, and we decided not to change it. so, here's some interesting things from this weekend:<br />
1. we think peanut is afraid of heights. when we met her, owen picked her up and all was good, so i didn't even try to pick her up. i figured if she let a kid pick her up, she must be easy going. wrong! whenever rick or i pick her up, she turns around and climbs up your chest, totally freaked out and scratching to get down. both my arms have bleeding scratch marks to attest to this. whenever owen picks her up, she is fine. we think it's because she is closer to the ground.<br />
2. our julius, who we always thought was so little, looks huge compared to peanut. he also seems like a grump old man.<br />
3. peanut would try to scratch julius. owen would yell at peanut that she was bad. i told him she was just a little baby and was still learning, and sometimes babies do naughty things until they learn how to behave. he replied, "like me when i was a baby. i was naughty!" i said, "yes, you were. you would hit and even bite people!" he said, "i don't do that any more because i'm a big kid now." <br />
4. when julius would hiss at peanut, owen would tell him he needed a "time-out"<br />
5. opa's birthday was saturday, so we went yesterday to visit him. owen made him a card, the cover had a drawing of peanut in the center of a heart. on top was a drawing of a peanut and at bottom was the word holler. inside was a picture of peanut and owen petting her. there was also an arrow pointing to her tail. i was told that was because owen needed to remember not to touch her tail. then he wrote "opa, happy birth day owen." when we were going to leave, he insisted on taking back his card because it was not a birthday card, it was a cat card.<br />
<br />Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-41191988840695102162013-09-27T08:30:00.000-07:002013-09-27T08:30:08.046-07:00Bananathe last time the muppets movie was in theatres, there was a little clip before the movies about shutting off your cell phones and not talking during the movie featuring fozzie bear pretending a banana was a phone. since then, owen has reenacted this scene every time he is given a banana to eat (which is just about daily.) he did it again last night... holding the banana to his ear like a phone..."hello?...hello?..."...he pulls the banana away and looks at it with great surprise..."ah!!! there's a banana in my ear!!!!"...followed by a stream of laughter. he decided to expand his performance and add a second (unrelated) scene..."mommy...look..." i turn to see him pointing the banana at me like a weapon. i say, "please don't shoot me....i don't want to die." he says nothing, but slowly turns the banana-weapon towards himself and pretends to pull the trigger and falls to the floor dead.... i'm hoping this is just a sign that i have a very silly boy, and not a sign that he will require massive amounts of therapy. Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-54513487788310435692013-09-24T08:18:00.000-07:002013-09-24T08:18:01.238-07:00rough morningowen was very whiny this morning. complaining about what i made him for breakfast. complaining that he had to go to school. complaining about little details about school. then suddenly he bolted out of his chair and proclaimed, "i have to to go pee!." then as he ran pass me in the kitchen, he stopped and said, "i think i am so whiny because i have to pee." way to be so insightful, owen!Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-20739607283822666922013-09-20T14:41:00.002-07:002013-09-20T14:41:29.255-07:00Bringing it backSo, I've decided to give this blogging thing a try again. Owen says so many things that make me laugh (at least in retrospect, not always when it is happening) I thought this would be good way of recording it. So here's the latest from when I picked him up from school yesterday evening:<br />
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Me: Owen, what color were you today?<br />
Owen: Green.<br />
Me: That's good, but I hope you will keep trying for purple or pink.<br />
Owen: You need to stop being bossy.<br />
Me: Excuse me?<br />
Owen: You are too bossy. You are always bossing me.<br />
Me: How?<br />
Owen: Like telling me I cannot watch cartoons. Go to bed. Do my homework. You are bossy!<br />
Me: Owen, give me your hand so we can cross the street.<br />
Owen: See you are bossing me again! You are ruining my day! Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-57417586873477751292010-08-23T18:59:00.000-07:002010-08-23T19:30:58.811-07:00play is hard workowen has a tough job...to play. sometimes we make it easier on him by taking him places specifically designed for it. sunday we went to edison park fest. it involved a lot of inflatables. owen tried out the maze that ended with a tunnel...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508795020218115282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zbBv5McR5c3QKqDdzujhk-S5HVaeNYwLgRALDhlYT3v_De1JcdLV5T1Sk0mdYAy7wkPv0iqMyEJEq1Bab1FzTJUpkt35e1nXSlrILLZ87ykGL7llj9cjbuhm_JjQorWGdShaK1fjTsc/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" /><br /><br />then it was off to perfect the art of the bounce (which goes along with the knee drop and body slam)...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508795004956349218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT50yRQC1SANdSmlAxkNL2vPFUL6jWVHLHJCsMttDDAd3t76YVL3-eBi4H41JmSqo-kdcBeSlBA4_WgblyQpRbYJ0IGkwZtRdAGqPnYhErkYzLpI-k-qtyjzDZFnGSSU7-ATsN27-XUio/s400/IMG_3308.JPG" /><br /><br />he did pause for a wave and cheesy grin to mommy...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508794972445008162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OtBAUnt-FHtHNduZbZdET5vTFc_6MsnBVijcMWn96aj1tKXlGa1failJZSFcF7KGQkFLWveoJInX6METLYEQUNHzTh_uzaIxu39_jbbnjxCPZO4vMGLDJTTIWz7JD0M92bKfUmHXVig/s400/IMG_3307.JPG" /><br /><br />owen helped daddy "win" a stuffed crayon. i believe we bought it for $6, but i am told it was "won"...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508795048015622850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvlfZoB8rOClBk0fvjleUbAopNSfbwtVZTzGaF6OHejPYgVzMuwt7O72FN_jbVP7LsbEjiZ9lyX0gpE7ZEeOIzcYbgYgnVjIfDdA-eguqyUHqAVN3_G2CySdGgt6UZyaKoP7qTsobEIM/s400/IMG_3322.JPG" /><br /><br />self-portrait...they never turn out that good, do they?...<br /><br /><br /> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxygpTt3J5yguH7M9lRIfvVLbky0lwuMHAvdcARwbJLsV1LSPnI2J7VY4Ctoq5CBjz_Em4UcmzGOiK3aSOyvLTXiCkSD2p87_ejSsXWCra2rXytGriicfWancEmTylbNlzQQqJBbJbqUo/s1600/IMG_3299.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508794961303375778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxygpTt3J5yguH7M9lRIfvVLbky0lwuMHAvdcARwbJLsV1LSPnI2J7VY4Ctoq5CBjz_Em4UcmzGOiK3aSOyvLTXiCkSD2p87_ejSsXWCra2rXytGriicfWancEmTylbNlzQQqJBbJbqUo/s400/IMG_3299.JPG" /></a><br /><br />then tonight we decided to visit the park after dinner before it started getting dark earlier and we can't anymore :(...<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0B5ZhRpYVcAJVJxsOZkthpLSiaEvn8m-o76nBUF4v6SEHFK3Jc0ENcXYLtx3gVwwcreWI5o2w8zbLvt2x8A_-FGTPy2Wg9oZlv5ZzXMwr2wgrkeUhGj4P_-piCyEkYYkPVdzh5R64ho/s1600/IMG_3352.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508794169881915090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsX_QRwtDAZ28RGdMeIjBtNruhc5bgysxTOHRptiEcjB_yIS-d0chbnCXLYS7-3TpQyirEdZ-Jwuph1KoR3pVmi-RXlhx0ACZ4RASnS_b5NnpsXpOpxe2Mf3UujGX2EZI-1yeHJkWvTw/s400/IMG_3330.JPG" /></a> </div><div>not sure what the rest of the week holds in store for us, but i imagine that play will be a daily part of it...at least for owen...i have a feeling laundry will have a big part of it for me...<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-48662362966417142352010-08-19T20:07:00.000-07:002010-08-19T20:20:58.089-07:00recap of owen's bday partyso his party was almost 3 weeks ago, and i'm just getting to sharing pictures. to be fair though, i really didn't take any, so i had to wait and get them from others. these are some my sitter took. i have a ton more from my sister-in-law (thank you) but they are in shutterfly and i don't feel like figuring out how to pull them off there to put here. so you are going to have to be satisfied with these...<br /><br />the cake...made with love by owen's mom (aka me)...i've decided that's our birthday tradition, a homemade cake...i like doing it...and maybe some day i'll actually learn some proper technique...until then, it's my free-formed, care-free way...this year's was a treasure map...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhR00n0CvFweJfGVJDzYbjNb-2vCFXShMGPFmHOWkIAotdy5d9c4KAQENm1dn8LmLPLo7UIuEbzKSmJyu9l7tm2cLOkMEEI3Cpl2RU_5Rr3jx09Md7bOzhpCX9PCH8ONHp3qFJARURGw/s1600/IMG_3280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507324213515919634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhR00n0CvFweJfGVJDzYbjNb-2vCFXShMGPFmHOWkIAotdy5d9c4KAQENm1dn8LmLPLo7UIuEbzKSmJyu9l7tm2cLOkMEEI3Cpl2RU_5Rr3jx09Md7bOzhpCX9PCH8ONHp3qFJARURGw/s400/IMG_3280.JPG" /></a><br />owen & his cousin cannot wait for that cake....<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507324196537260498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3QjpwGmpCCTBRCvVD5icsumSL58jxcTz5skZoo4SQMWl9CFgmTx_MouyBRWQBrcCRhLtoNhcew-Dv9wWS_QRgx7G1BzebjWDFJEF9P-m2Ko9cs-Mv_zoN4qS4e3KzVqrJYRSGW8Ciuo/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" /><br /><br />finally he gets to blow out the candles...he doesn't wait for the singing to end...he blows them out as soon as they are lit...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04BZkRR6QZUPxHEpBMYrxMV8IulReQBZxRMrUC2jWp15r5lx4L2Y9Tcn5YHuIgqEscb4o8TiWk2JU84zq7t5v_NgCoN4W27XmjwjB0UmdbBwTd9-k4t8c5K4P7Y9RxUE4FGtyUhBmsnY/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507324209266077394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04BZkRR6QZUPxHEpBMYrxMV8IulReQBZxRMrUC2jWp15r5lx4L2Y9Tcn5YHuIgqEscb4o8TiWk2JU84zq7t5v_NgCoN4W27XmjwjB0UmdbBwTd9-k4t8c5K4P7Y9RxUE4FGtyUhBmsnY/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" /></a><br />on one of the rides...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkgML02D6HzPTxxsH9lN7C6fWsNd6dQ4JK-Hgr_e5GD3K9FJfthC-7ce4x2hznCVDK2WLv9jCw7uRLupAM9bR5sy9LK6nZNCtD7esD0IHYjg_WkTeMtJ-Td6ZwCYFmWC-g3KJJFD_RkI/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507324200084026402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkgML02D6HzPTxxsH9lN7C6fWsNd6dQ4JK-Hgr_e5GD3K9FJfthC-7ce4x2hznCVDK2WLv9jCw7uRLupAM9bR5sy9LK6nZNCtD7esD0IHYjg_WkTeMtJ-Td6ZwCYFmWC-g3KJJFD_RkI/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" /></a><br /><div>with some of his day care pals...he's a lucky boy to be surrounded by cute girls everyday...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqybEdSR1WU2lhRCCldl3oP2I2qlQ40EtIO_w6w47WCOASA01reR99Pf7OsJcbVjLSFBXvPrBrppnI6V-fcHFAFBzcbd_Tt2Avf8leuDe2RHVECh1tzVnOeuGmLllAtFth_iTUZwDshFo/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507324187171523714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqybEdSR1WU2lhRCCldl3oP2I2qlQ40EtIO_w6w47WCOASA01reR99Pf7OsJcbVjLSFBXvPrBrppnI6V-fcHFAFBzcbd_Tt2Avf8leuDe2RHVECh1tzVnOeuGmLllAtFth_iTUZwDshFo/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" /></a><br />and, that is all for tonight...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-60189813840493947452010-07-25T22:20:00.000-07:002010-07-25T22:46:55.621-07:00don't blinkbefore you know it, your baby is a little boy.<br /><br />going from just a few hours old....<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083484746740738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CVdrkXsmo2lC-vQIwrvIToK9erdsnv2O3kWYyohyphenhyphenh-hkRvEJUZlbefA6fTzZOoZD0hzetFg6omBi7_tBnemYr539FVegA3Julk6cuQkNgcVNMZaE6_TqvssqgWAVUQTc2gXz0FSIFR4/s400/20070726_0083.JPG" /><br /><br />to learning to sit...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083512465574450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6EMtydqlo6SXdKGmB7bMxf0o-JBA_-gihd3jBi0hrRlFgdbMmRdy3xEAUUE6-6gB7C4b3trld1ZeG4F66IaYVBw-nioyfMWBZrbHggXWIunwsU4riehZU-210wQcFy85bQ2GIxHpgQw/s400/Owen6monthsignature.jpg" /><br /><br />and eating his socks at six months...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083493601423122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf5RtJKWGBR8PoZB_tYqES1RYAdVW-XEfPUIt93oYaarvb9re2cGuV90FuKU4QhOUYckWipPhm6voorJVO1zjvQtcDWFmDU25nD2zMRIzx9q-thHfokEawQu1utH7ACsairmjRKAjSCo/s400/20080208_0067.JPG" /><br /><br />to bouncing away and showing off his new teeth at nine months...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ7cS0ct2Lq-MA3R3GStszlEY6UoJJXZ7IbRHQkF4OuxJwYXYO8nLiaGN_TieBpfIQLdKiZ8zhzhmaVwiaf4a2loLuNqtD2MDwbCGy8_JsjXKAHNO14Khm7zytez5DWvO0ER6N7ldijw/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083508630678770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ7cS0ct2Lq-MA3R3GStszlEY6UoJJXZ7IbRHQkF4OuxJwYXYO8nLiaGN_TieBpfIQLdKiZ8zhzhmaVwiaf4a2loLuNqtD2MDwbCGy8_JsjXKAHNO14Khm7zytez5DWvO0ER6N7ldijw/s400/IMG_1325.JPG" /></a><br />and eating his cake at his one year birthday party...<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EV1cx0tGJYRbNK1lSLZrX771bvc7OKJsD2XjQE0xHyJntF6uvZ-ZanMngXUO9RF_6wqp-PnRTUQ6X0Q8Owte76BbsIqMihyphenhyphenrft__H8V3YlECWUwtsKsJxXmxNhAtewXS-Z_b1diJZpM/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083502726054274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EV1cx0tGJYRbNK1lSLZrX771bvc7OKJsD2XjQE0xHyJntF6uvZ-ZanMngXUO9RF_6wqp-PnRTUQ6X0Q8Owte76BbsIqMihyphenhyphenrft__H8V3YlECWUwtsKsJxXmxNhAtewXS-Z_b1diJZpM/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>another year just flys by, and you find your little baby is now a toddler, and is playing in the waters (as he calls it) with his counsins...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498082995372096034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUjWH1r5HQy120ugXzR-sl3wrqDXGtpwDuN2cGykQDz_X5VBqglNhYjwUpzV8X9_pIpBokuoipQbN2bNGxZdBUAgKbdtjKq8Q8paJ_xteHK2PBxkSM7GUIyJ_xUVYsGguhe0puf1_7q4/s400/IMG_1225.JPG" /></div><div><br />and no longer slides down the slide at the park, but climbs up it instead...</div><div><br /> </div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498082997654508306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDdWY0Mj-5c1LT6Ju4BR61icNL9YcRdP4mE6VclNRzJVJGu-mz7RiskAQWw8GUJtp6BHf8RL3eYiyJswXdGxEKz9yiqgTFpJvDcLtFHyC0xxTl-mlNXkekW5VUzfXloaGuYxSio3Hqmg/s400/IMG_1332.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>you remember then...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczvQ-ZplW0sJTY6OljpnUj0-NL4aySNnqYdsSZywmEoze-PisPb0vUHzDWSR-krRrDnNpRaTtwQocK78ekrAb1-rM8MwoJJHzrGs0NkYf2TJqvSHLudrxfBSEtYn8J9yjlLu0uTSG92g/s1600/20070731_0117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498083007162653746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczvQ-ZplW0sJTY6OljpnUj0-NL4aySNnqYdsSZywmEoze-PisPb0vUHzDWSR-krRrDnNpRaTtwQocK78ekrAb1-rM8MwoJJHzrGs0NkYf2TJqvSHLudrxfBSEtYn8J9yjlLu0uTSG92g/s400/20070731_0117.JPG" /></a> </div><div>and realize that even now, some things haven't changed... <div> </div><div><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498082190990410754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQLofJrzIodsVhDhDoPgOyF8iCocOhPPXncaHjF8XXfxPaAFkW18JqIsqB313vHHjuwh9AN2rB_y5Hr0Ag40oYZpVGwVjAuomHLzs6ilNdyHJ2ikWb-YDIW_jLlG3uWEh8ov6xz_HU1E/s400/IMG_2345.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div><br />although your toddler is now a little boy...<br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8SoiaMoTro8af7ixsid6Y9BZVzx2ic426n1x1Tih7o2ufLRRw0PlfKJ6_TJXwSJ7zPxVpk4b_tDgA5syEg2S5UBvkOPacXIDyUvFJYyda78P7VS2uFWmv3OZc8oH67YhxKaVXIcDzQA/s1600/IMG_3154.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498082170027466034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8SoiaMoTro8af7ixsid6Y9BZVzx2ic426n1x1Tih7o2ufLRRw0PlfKJ6_TJXwSJ7zPxVpk4b_tDgA5syEg2S5UBvkOPacXIDyUvFJYyda78P7VS2uFWmv3OZc8oH67YhxKaVXIcDzQA/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br />happy 3rd birthday to my owen!</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bju5rYrcWneRfeEzrNIFsk2PBvhdU5Byvxct4NAvfAcsLKgShzcuWUgLeaJmGHyxCZ1A0vK4ghLZoo7ljnFN2vT5CpHAn9oOtTKZunb85ESM6YykS1jBaD68nb7xudxx5BbAN4604B4/s1600/IMG_3195.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498082155800409314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bju5rYrcWneRfeEzrNIFsk2PBvhdU5Byvxct4NAvfAcsLKgShzcuWUgLeaJmGHyxCZ1A0vK4ghLZoo7ljnFN2vT5CpHAn9oOtTKZunb85ESM6YykS1jBaD68nb7xudxx5BbAN4604B4/s400/IMG_3195.JPG" /></a><br /><br />may all your wishes come true...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-68855954682770992942010-07-21T20:59:00.000-07:002010-07-21T21:36:37.922-07:00i'm a bad bloggernot even a month, and i am already falling behind with my posts. sort of how all my projects go lately, good in the beginning design and implementation phases, then bad at the everyday maintenance tasks.<br /><br />anyway, on friday, july 9th, we went to taste of park ridge. we were able to try out some nearby resturants that we had not gone to yet. (and now know we weren't missing much.) then we walked around the neighborhood. when owen finally decided he was hungry so we got him a grilled cheese at the deli that actually wasn't participating in the taste, and we were able to find a place to sit and eat it outside their store.<br /><br />i love the funny faces this kid makes...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3R3KlqY3dOO3msRNZsWmBbtQiDQ04s9S9hi5btQwinDr-txS2HwdTF4Rwpq3S9mQeFs1gNpk1r01KH8GfiNpvYKr0zUnU9bVTogfF3wRRk6cUErA0uWOVZ2p6yaCz_azP37SPEKd9to/s1600/IMG_3051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496578835745889730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3R3KlqY3dOO3msRNZsWmBbtQiDQ04s9S9hi5btQwinDr-txS2HwdTF4Rwpq3S9mQeFs1gNpk1r01KH8GfiNpvYKr0zUnU9bVTogfF3wRRk6cUErA0uWOVZ2p6yaCz_azP37SPEKd9to/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" /></a><br />then a cheesy grin by us both (wonder where he gets it from)...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGb0VqVryZs_tDD2qc6m_IeVkWBlnQby1D2h0dOVn1qgcJnPXWCKRyDDCYxyQ3HL5lLDfBX8Z-8lOMcA6fQ2uKJgAo-Ll_6uoDgZuDeRYrLV4zwjE0XmtNOMi2nfNPoc57WAkmCPAHyg/s1600/IMG_3057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496578826343102130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGb0VqVryZs_tDD2qc6m_IeVkWBlnQby1D2h0dOVn1qgcJnPXWCKRyDDCYxyQ3HL5lLDfBX8Z-8lOMcA6fQ2uKJgAo-Ll_6uoDgZuDeRYrLV4zwjE0XmtNOMi2nfNPoc57WAkmCPAHyg/s400/IMG_3057.JPG" /></a> </div><div>owen and dad went trainspotting (he looks totally like a mini-me here)...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qqfJwz6rjCqSjTX0TAhUKWtV0jvqcBihkYUJ743FRMWYkwUqOptMkVs96DWmECiu_N59JA1j-gogGc0FwKWhcPscEjXF2EPvDeJt8VQMNAKRxsfVrrWarxuYtZFr6OYmwpRI6wE2sTY/s1600/IMG_3058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496578820699099074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qqfJwz6rjCqSjTX0TAhUKWtV0jvqcBihkYUJ743FRMWYkwUqOptMkVs96DWmECiu_N59JA1j-gogGc0FwKWhcPscEjXF2EPvDeJt8VQMNAKRxsfVrrWarxuYtZFr6OYmwpRI6wE2sTY/s400/IMG_3058.JPG" /></a> </div><div>then we decided to see despicable me at the picwick. funny movie. owen loved it too. i love that we found another thing we can do with owen now. plus i was missing going to the movies often. i don't even mind that all we see now is the kid movies. i always liked the cartoons.</div><div><br />now, fast forward to this past weekend. on sunday we decided to take owen for a train ride because we really didn't have anything going on, and he totally LOVES trains. so we took the el because it runs more often than the metra. i sort of forgot how crowded it is even on the weekends though, so half the trip (both ways) we were standing. the entire trip to the loop, owen chattered non-stop, make choo-choo sounds, train whistle sounds, pointed out in excitement to the "tracks", and just had a grand time. no contest, he was the happiest person on the train that day. when we got into the loop we just took a little walk around, and stopped at daley plaza.</div><div> </div><div>owen checked out the fountain...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgqXVxTlNfIDrp2unFB8Ue2M0DlZ8YoNRTe_y-X77IZUxZLPeborxTkxkPvjsH9bZqcty1WNkX7GTJzF_U2ACxpnQwZUXiznumQIjs-rAiCJO3uexuOh3XvXHSdKxrE_9XmQ57nYPByo/s1600/IMG_3068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496578813198157650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgqXVxTlNfIDrp2unFB8Ue2M0DlZ8YoNRTe_y-X77IZUxZLPeborxTkxkPvjsH9bZqcty1WNkX7GTJzF_U2ACxpnQwZUXiznumQIjs-rAiCJO3uexuOh3XvXHSdKxrE_9XmQ57nYPByo/s400/IMG_3068.JPG" /></a><br />then he admired the picasso. he ran up to it, threw out his arms, and shouted "ta-da!" (he looks so small by it though...)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VO1QHCI2CynBcnjVXTvLstXkzCzMQgDm4BdeyEh6psG0_HaZYWEATZIErObqf3lNYyYeX0268jtRqIVhZt0oR5hRzkt2Gf8hfuKKDrK8SRbrA-KRi8D3ztlXOE6_ChGcdKb482Iqnzk/s1600/IMG_3072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496578798487027778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VO1QHCI2CynBcnjVXTvLstXkzCzMQgDm4BdeyEh6psG0_HaZYWEATZIErObqf3lNYyYeX0268jtRqIVhZt0oR5hRzkt2Gf8hfuKKDrK8SRbrA-KRi8D3ztlXOE6_ChGcdKb482Iqnzk/s400/IMG_3072.JPG" /></a> after our walk we grabbed a quick bite, and headed back. the ride back was not as enjoyable (is it ever?) everytime the door opened, owen would get up, try to leave, and say "okay, home now..." it's really hard for a little guy to understand, "not for another 12 stops..." rick's bright idea is next time, owen and i ride the train to where ever, and he drives to meet us so we can drive back instead of riding the train. what fun is that?!</div><div> </div><div>on another note, i really miss the farmer's market in daley plaza. the one by work is a joke...</div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-86440065059788824482010-07-12T19:39:00.000-07:002010-07-12T19:46:09.915-07:00a new milestoneso we were driving home from dinner tonight and had to stop at walgreens to pick up some milk. we put it in the trunk of the car. about a block away owen asked me for some milk. i responded, "you need to wait until we get home. it's in the trunk." upon which i heard a very strange voice emerge from the back seat that i had never heard before. it had some babble to it, and was deeper than normal, but i distinctly heard "wait," "home," and "trunk." ...my sweet little boy was mocking me! does it really start this early? and i can only imagine how this will progress. my feelings were hurt, but rick thought i should be flattered. at least i know he is listening to me. well, this really is a milestone to remember.Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-37003545002761796522010-07-06T11:29:00.001-07:002010-07-06T11:55:36.589-07:00july 4ththought i would share some pictures from my nephew's 5th birthday party which was held on the 4th of july at their house. the kids really had a fun time!<br /><br />the birthday boy...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490863611340246450" 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/AVvXsEhNIfMPhp5zXyUHIDdP0RoY4YDDB5IYW4kEyv_yIwlay40dOGYGLuZM42EMgIq6lgKKLh_nowMv_SxPQQogz6G1JNeoadQGzrGZSmpHAGFSmdBCRBSa7rx5C8i0KPrr9mA2YW78nzXJ4mE/s400/IMG_3025.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />owen loves cake...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-U8RD2o7C0CidB2um7_-irxRFUpXYAyozTxRblWCqkZmV2Ruz2MY8L01axKQyKqV3KaBdPwPLTemcWsnfxrKRabgcVVZEM8hEiVj-_UyxWCIsQ_e6g-RcQMlHg_kiJ0DaO3XlDOMucHM/s1600/IMG_3038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490866749996225458" 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/AVvXsEj-U8RD2o7C0CidB2um7_-irxRFUpXYAyozTxRblWCqkZmV2Ruz2MY8L01axKQyKqV3KaBdPwPLTemcWsnfxrKRabgcVVZEM8hEiVj-_UyxWCIsQ_e6g-RcQMlHg_kiJ0DaO3XlDOMucHM/s400/IMG_3038.jpg" border="0" /></a> so does his cousin...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7q6KCwyqnBuMvSVNEw7xlsSKiaUJ3NlMtwVyAeiD1nqWokmBzAkLMp_BU_LvwHi3EuTxdc7gpyzQpkudZvM0bnRMwvCEAFTpQXDqaEZo_JffvgTe-Qk5H5JqpFv6EcHJDCSEM_OHrDQ/s1600/IMG_3037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490866741859418914" 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/AVvXsEiQ7q6KCwyqnBuMvSVNEw7xlsSKiaUJ3NlMtwVyAeiD1nqWokmBzAkLMp_BU_LvwHi3EuTxdc7gpyzQpkudZvM0bnRMwvCEAFTpQXDqaEZo_JffvgTe-Qk5H5JqpFv6EcHJDCSEM_OHrDQ/s400/IMG_3037.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>all the kids loved bouncing...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2MLbSFqfE6mYqhxLSpjEfYmo7exJ8FHhJVU6ab3tgFmF76vzPbQsbGV-M9jsA2PyEgiyB6AtLwRFYe3wxMUiWNSAuVY8DpCmgqUen8QVg7Ofd4HdGss-omF0AyxNUbcc776JyBA7hgM/s1600/IMG_2998.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490866732103299138" 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/AVvXsEjc2MLbSFqfE6mYqhxLSpjEfYmo7exJ8FHhJVU6ab3tgFmF76vzPbQsbGV-M9jsA2PyEgiyB6AtLwRFYe3wxMUiWNSAuVY8DpCmgqUen8QVg7Ofd4HdGss-omF0AyxNUbcc776JyBA7hgM/s400/IMG_2998.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>rick and owen went swimming. owen has become a chicken with pools lately. i think it took rick about a half hour to get owen off the ladder. i think it's because he cannot reach the bottom in these big pools...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490863595717042882" 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/AVvXsEh8XePTGZyKjAz4B3vjkRgAhNtwOFz7Z_KDtcV0nkVqgQPYCsCogZBRxq2cACNByaXqC5UQrlue8xu40chlYJZ6_bF6I8d54kDFL1Soa2fqcSIa_GToL1krwLF8cbxIbWxdEyrQyanGWbw/s400/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" /> <div> </div><div>the birthday boy showing me what a great swimmer he is...<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56no5iwh_Kg3ZULLMqX2DFkGDB98wUqntiFiJlRYp8UtCcEZlyLKCySOGY-hhY386Rvu9DstYeFiX_qW0OgjyTb-LyrQJeVCe8fTPjY0fl99yNowYVIj1U-mczOPPSt1rjNx84X8695k/s1600/IMG_2988.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490863588127091666" 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/AVvXsEi56no5iwh_Kg3ZULLMqX2DFkGDB98wUqntiFiJlRYp8UtCcEZlyLKCySOGY-hhY386Rvu9DstYeFiX_qW0OgjyTb-LyrQJeVCe8fTPjY0fl99yNowYVIj1U-mczOPPSt1rjNx84X8695k/s400/IMG_2988.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />my brother and my nephew...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEFzI-zNotysgSbFj-N4n1TGNyZ42qJaDVM83hW6OIS0vt9Y9XB7hTtRJw2qRb_5YZJn8l31J2UU-aLsdbTViEods_fq0wiNDMygZxN0Va9fQj-mpXRjFcjlBi4NXzxNaQjZRUKereiI/s1600/IMG_2977.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490863576813326850" 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/AVvXsEikEFzI-zNotysgSbFj-N4n1TGNyZ42qJaDVM83hW6OIS0vt9Y9XB7hTtRJw2qRb_5YZJn8l31J2UU-aLsdbTViEods_fq0wiNDMygZxN0Va9fQj-mpXRjFcjlBi4NXzxNaQjZRUKereiI/s400/IMG_2977.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>me and my little man...<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490863567433227938" 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/AVvXsEgvGGSkwRL73clhDQahAccDe7AKbmu0q2WxtlCQygsOF4X5tklWhOW-tfkIa-bJChQHz7xHu4mXYngQD6gFP9y4yx8_Ux36Fi1T8V8Kly2r1st9MIpKpKQ4cy19jk5KmLnMO9fLGXWm4lY/s400/IMG_3040.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> and just for laughs...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490866723009135426" 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/AVvXsEgUSjVoJZl2IiYXl4U7re7oFXOPckY1tgMcTn8X8KlkZH1viGe-Mu0B9ICNRLIp3XxAjPHIljEa0XaQXcB3EKg1V10HIPxhqmZAA51D_YjKphNw5l0OqofbiZ1PJE4pbAQtBOJy5xADDv0/s400/IMG_2976.jpg" border="0" /><br />i'd share fireworks pictures, but we didn't see any. owen had such a great time, he passed out around 8pm. i haven't seen fireworks since this kid was born. maybe next year, or later this summer sometime... <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-1951931624615912032010-07-02T17:13:00.000-07:002010-07-02T17:37:09.251-07:00our friday fun day!we started out by going to see toy story 3. owen's first movie theatre experience...he loved it. i had heard many people cried at this movie, and i have to admit tears were shed at our viewing...just not by owen or me. (the crier will remain nameless.) owen did voice out concern for big baby a couple times though. it was really cute. anyway, had to take a picture at the theatre to capture the memory. here it is even though it's not a great picture, i know. i was hoping there was a toy story display to take his pic with, but no luck...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOB3tfUdZLLOdu4Ym4L336Hz6zvEAmJ7eaTVCWpgWCVS8Ehpht3VOBBdwrL8v5jrEhya7oVOgo6UCheedNgkKPzjfj5gQ0Hu73r5b22nDVnRt3N8Nu9ntt06ogKlqYpNCgqF5mw5pf0U/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489468773136354930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOB3tfUdZLLOdu4Ym4L336Hz6zvEAmJ7eaTVCWpgWCVS8Ehpht3VOBBdwrL8v5jrEhya7oVOgo6UCheedNgkKPzjfj5gQ0Hu73r5b22nDVnRt3N8Nu9ntt06ogKlqYpNCgqF5mw5pf0U/s400/IMG_2927.JPG" /></a> after the movie i didn't feel like going home, so we used to gps to look up nearby attractions, and we found <a href="http://www.skokieparkdistrict.org/spdcm/Exploritorium.aspx">this place</a>. it was okay. i hate when places that are so clearly developed for little kids charge for adults (i learned that from my mom.) and i didn't really like that this was basically in a basement. But, all in all, owen had fun for about an 1 & 1/2 hours.<br /><br />here's the water play area...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdlLtvDabQO5giJJKarJRUMZx96mB3s0dRMapHT7zdAbbMtLEn_qPzTYvSKrtFCugKhLpthnnpNh4XwVavjBXhkkdKFHM9MLHEroXvfNI-TESDzrucIDyekp0p6G7SdlgqQoqD8WJB0U/s1600/IMG_2934.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489468766712590418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdlLtvDabQO5giJJKarJRUMZx96mB3s0dRMapHT7zdAbbMtLEn_qPzTYvSKrtFCugKhLpthnnpNh4XwVavjBXhkkdKFHM9MLHEroXvfNI-TESDzrucIDyekp0p6G7SdlgqQoqD8WJB0U/s400/IMG_2934.JPG" /></a><br /><br />slides are always a big hit...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUFTdhzs-1Yqu3eEj3mX7un_mAs7nMdB-gYyGOc27-v3cTP3tkc3dgI4q3ftTrXHz376zzDMPb0cSCAmOQGbzSpNgoMNkvAKLutV11iVn1OX2jYf1qCqJDJBid3YYhZabhpfc5rK-kCw/s1600/IMG_2947.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489468753561683186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUFTdhzs-1Yqu3eEj3mX7un_mAs7nMdB-gYyGOc27-v3cTP3tkc3dgI4q3ftTrXHz376zzDMPb0cSCAmOQGbzSpNgoMNkvAKLutV11iVn1OX2jYf1qCqJDJBid3YYhZabhpfc5rK-kCw/s400/IMG_2947.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> he loves to build towers...</div><div> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kT5gZ3_k0S1UjYYARr9kqXyHPJ41j6A56dKskC59xyVuF_hnaMCzmzQbep4Gc8YMZXdHrO4WUBf-xIu4I5E1fKLG5ewQMxKMei8l4mnyOidE-oq2oQIIHgghUs2xcsoxP_S8EfPByV4/s1600/IMG_2949.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489468748146890306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kT5gZ3_k0S1UjYYARr9kqXyHPJ41j6A56dKskC59xyVuF_hnaMCzmzQbep4Gc8YMZXdHrO4WUBf-xIu4I5E1fKLG5ewQMxKMei8l4mnyOidE-oq2oQIIHgghUs2xcsoxP_S8EfPByV4/s400/IMG_2949.JPG" /></a> </div><div>there is only one train on this play table, and all the kids wanted it. owen waited for 30 minutes before getting a turn. then some older girl kept trying to take it away from him. he nicely told her off. i was proud, usually he would have hit or bit her. we've come a long way...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcZqLc9AYNEEU3lWZdfhz6OF9OOVwUwYBWJyaoxb9znfuzhNnd1OoS7OrbgONpW300qsLMRQDiLlIp46dPS9WH_PfDxqLPCMxPTHyC3IgxXBBe-1xkXC3IP9EHmLBQ7uxDYRrze1qaYo/s1600/IMG_2960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489468735311588994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcZqLc9AYNEEU3lWZdfhz6OF9OOVwUwYBWJyaoxb9znfuzhNnd1OoS7OrbgONpW300qsLMRQDiLlIp46dPS9WH_PfDxqLPCMxPTHyC3IgxXBBe-1xkXC3IP9EHmLBQ7uxDYRrze1qaYo/s400/IMG_2960.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>thus ends our friday fun day. i actually keep thinking it's saturday, and i am so happy when i realize it isn't. hello four day weekend! i need you so.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-22505762193717112172010-07-01T21:05:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:24:05.632-07:00the zoomonday, owen and i went to the zoo for the first time this year. we are members, and last year we went probably 3 times by now. so i felt like we should just start going when we have a couple hours to take advantage of the membership. here's some pics from our day...<br /><br />from the butterfly exhibit, which we had to pay extra to get into and the moment we entered owen wanted to leave. i managed to snap about 10 shots while he dragged me through to the other door. what a waste of $2.50...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489156605626958866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SBPZP4sOJjmeYMoeO9vyIAis66vHVYQDCUGZAM_8JjvukRVy8A-K4KJXBFnQmo2uA-bVbJzI_z9sH8fSn4tfdzNMiEyD08sik1uMmU23VIO-vow9_MqBjOsHY7FCNK_I9tj6iGCuH48/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" /><br /><br />while in the butterfly exhibit, he realized what he really wanted to do was ride the carousel. again, which we needed to pay extra for, but look how happy he is!...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489156614674534802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0kfA4QOjs3FP4ZOLYgoMUCmpjcCKktPrPsoFJy5pIvdIi7jeDdwVsapwbV6ZlKFvFCDX_J_oUQ-_FmzHVdOqRo62PoETwsr3Dhm0e4EP6eUi4-sSwfHo0AgYgW2OJeKhmLSUlvFI0GI/s400/IMG_2871.JPG" /><br />last year the dolphin show was on hiatus, so this was the first visit we were able to catch a show. thank gawd for $4 popcorn. i don't think we would have made it through the 20 minute wait for the show to start without it...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489156623194750242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-zwufthYeqoDxFfwH1TbqLezZYWWAeTf346GM6TSc7Y_mADMwqThTDE7lzm70qcfSAHIbANm7XdH_DSL8syOmkomnlspc_Fp9fMG78hJ0ZG6DhtgklI7tTS9gPwnkD7kwqPmIxIlqqc/s400/IMG_2877.JPG" /> <div>and a couple shots from the show...</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489156642266987218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakJFr2TyytZXVJ206gEA1EUjUbzTTARFcxwhUERVp3RzsWUcHO_KkIoORH6TITJd_SZgouw4uVGgXt1o8hVgiwgEAvwsFBr4hGMUipkeeu4sJXPNSTOHGygGow2aPwC-DfHmj4ectyNo/s400/IMG_2893.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDV8yqS-sWf8DzxeLFEkUxYhRiwbderIqu8yUJnMpSc-4c1dF2td3SQjV9Cx7EqauODbxjUIRGcvICAPhe6PgBsGaHN4dp5donPbze5ni-3THVX4ZBFwMbFMxi5EFz_30ZmedhWiLoJo/s1600/IMG_2890.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489156636650433970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDV8yqS-sWf8DzxeLFEkUxYhRiwbderIqu8yUJnMpSc-4c1dF2td3SQjV9Cx7EqauODbxjUIRGcvICAPhe6PgBsGaHN4dp5donPbze5ni-3THVX4ZBFwMbFMxi5EFz_30ZmedhWiLoJo/s400/IMG_2890.JPG" /></a>i guess that is enough for now. tomorrow we are going to go see toy story 3, which will be the first time owen will be in a movie theatre. i'm already planning for the biggest bucket of popcorn they have. i'll probably need to take out a small loan to pay for it...</div><div> </div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-9800748049067251752010-06-28T20:39:00.000-07:002010-06-28T20:54:37.982-07:00pirates' cove<div><div>thursday nite we went to pirates' cove after we got off work. owen had a blast. this is where we are having his 3rd birthday party. it should be a lot of fun for the kids...</div><div> </div><div>riding the train (mom rode a couple times too)...<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpm9qV3stwlLvBPdYSGUi-TnsMZDYyIi2gs9ONq-anpLXDHMzhM7m4uBFYNZuPiQu685tlZoDeSHqBrjCFxsAuMG0iq8mAfENVQvWua-8NX3JcaZlxbFYlyk_eldv0EGeR8cCOMLfHzI/s1600/IMG_2747.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037690167816210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpm9qV3stwlLvBPdYSGUi-TnsMZDYyIi2gs9ONq-anpLXDHMzhM7m4uBFYNZuPiQu685tlZoDeSHqBrjCFxsAuMG0iq8mAfENVQvWua-8NX3JcaZlxbFYlyk_eldv0EGeR8cCOMLfHzI/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" /></a> </div><div>going down the giant fun slide by himself! he wouldn't let mom go with... <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURuTXVY4K5aY15ju8exBkZjQGYpscV-pD1Xg2RFmdvk1AZmXpndE89tOIm01aISTa_uLoZscddg0TaGqrE-8Xli6e31PdJ29GgR-mcQ8QYy00TAteqLxwpvMLO5h0Bpr1TIuMpd2HGrg/s1600/IMG_2762.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037678748791714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURuTXVY4K5aY15ju8exBkZjQGYpscV-pD1Xg2RFmdvk1AZmXpndE89tOIm01aISTa_uLoZscddg0TaGqrE-8Xli6e31PdJ29GgR-mcQ8QYy00TAteqLxwpvMLO5h0Bpr1TIuMpd2HGrg/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" /></a> </div><div>riding in the paddle boats...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWzHLayexo0gG9VUkD4e78a_oa_Li-2A4e-1_YwjjKUF41NJywwDaUSshNI_cuHmlMG-QCjRcR-KJdrJxGf5fcRE0NRsJEGKzX9nWWHTk8X7E2kg1xGmJBqjBx6SE79xsL_aLsavpESw/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037673372136962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWzHLayexo0gG9VUkD4e78a_oa_Li-2A4e-1_YwjjKUF41NJywwDaUSshNI_cuHmlMG-QCjRcR-KJdrJxGf5fcRE0NRsJEGKzX9nWWHTk8X7E2kg1xGmJBqjBx6SE79xsL_aLsavpESw/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" /></a> </div><div>sliding down the dragon's back...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhFZbIDcPdpE2aSFGXZME1-Ztr1Um1zkpRtfBTOBFc0pXi-jc5Fk0ybfOI3VbrA4qGug0tZNek6lEThVKOHgnu_Tyo3_qGjKK3bA5N7Nx0hG0MKD1Z7H6et3r1ajXKADJnmTwdq6L1qg/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037663387238642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhFZbIDcPdpE2aSFGXZME1-Ztr1Um1zkpRtfBTOBFc0pXi-jc5Fk0ybfOI3VbrA4qGug0tZNek6lEThVKOHgnu_Tyo3_qGjKK3bA5N7Nx0hG0MKD1Z7H6et3r1ajXKADJnmTwdq6L1qg/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" /></a><br />steering the ship through the enchanted waters...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavNyUHptKr6Z-QiWd00j7yLSb5TuwumXh0_sPQV1m49yHCVvJ6j9bnVmgVmoExH5Tx7hCmJyaTeVYKyZlsf1ktL6Ov_6e_e1rtZInQheGHkY0PWAAUI6a_xv9sLSzHruy18RY0UJ34us/s1600/IMG_2802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037652807949906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavNyUHptKr6Z-QiWd00j7yLSb5TuwumXh0_sPQV1m49yHCVvJ6j9bnVmgVmoExH5Tx7hCmJyaTeVYKyZlsf1ktL6Ov_6e_e1rtZInQheGHkY0PWAAUI6a_xv9sLSzHruy18RY0UJ34us/s320/IMG_2802.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div><div></div><br /><div>riding round and round on the carousel...</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfmMwrA20FGagHZ2y3EZ1ot6qV1a26642XCCeNxfa0lqNTmj7b6Fs_WgNAe3vc23gJJ39lm0nqz0kshnznDeMAKIplB4gFbC2IHG-TksrSHAxnTIn52ffLAD60hVrrShn12_8hRRT7X8/s1600/IMG_2741.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036316822436818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfmMwrA20FGagHZ2y3EZ1ot6qV1a26642XCCeNxfa0lqNTmj7b6Fs_WgNAe3vc23gJJ39lm0nqz0kshnznDeMAKIplB4gFbC2IHG-TksrSHAxnTIn52ffLAD60hVrrShn12_8hRRT7X8/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" /></a> </div><div>looking out for the enemy...<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkD3TcjY-vdhtacP5lmRqam5RRZfoc1XOmVUSb6_eogYRp0cdpd0lrJrLahZuwfQqNNxpLV0hXMOhdlvUiA7MX_bQPEevRJcf7cmYMw-iAk1nl-Ydd6-nxLO3PZeYDikIyKYPypdQCKyI/s1600/IMG_2804.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036310655539490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkD3TcjY-vdhtacP5lmRqam5RRZfoc1XOmVUSb6_eogYRp0cdpd0lrJrLahZuwfQqNNxpLV0hXMOhdlvUiA7MX_bQPEevRJcf7cmYMw-iAk1nl-Ydd6-nxLO3PZeYDikIyKYPypdQCKyI/s320/IMG_2804.JPG" /></a> riding the hand-crank trains...<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxv79wqksm2D3SywrRyX51lMV84KdJyG9K5TUPBNRiRlIWjoingC1ewSPCCHSxA9CkgAS8lJspdbVuTpcDvBs164LbuSMkbQYcEjvKPSntZ2syFRPK2TDwL5Eb1maDvrmv-8T3OHHeZk/s1600/IMG_2746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036302861207282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxv79wqksm2D3SywrRyX51lMV84KdJyG9K5TUPBNRiRlIWjoingC1ewSPCCHSxA9CkgAS8lJspdbVuTpcDvBs164LbuSMkbQYcEjvKPSntZ2syFRPK2TDwL5Eb1maDvrmv-8T3OHHeZk/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61-xXqYLnGzVKoJJYFhI5eFAQ_cU4r4qdfRrXMoLPNt9bAbgq2qMrsxUHIBmEUYXM_9SArUldb7ngEtTDP4Ol6TOGzwh41SE5jcE1oLFimMZDfD2f73HSDgRRAw14CsSgpsZCY-kWbkc/s1600/IMG_2771.JPG"></a> </div><div>that is all for tonight. if you were invited to owen's party, we hope you can make it. as you can see, it's one of owen's favorite places. if you weren't invited to owen's party, sorry.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-45321125430230175672010-06-24T14:29:00.001-07:002010-06-24T14:36:10.510-07:00Milkthere's my monkey with his bowl of cereal. what's the best part about eating cereal? well, drinking the milk from the bowl, of course. he usually cannot even wait until he's done with the cereal to drink the milk. he has some funny habits. this one he picked up from his daddy...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghEBNPc3rWp4nsMpipZ-qaaCIKwyavcctRMqxYjUn4TjLxRMO9hbHiCsQ83RUGrOcrrlQiLJKuDdkJY_RYfqXAPbZZ-kdlWBfm7KPIQmhpNwOgQvz4VfW_HO96dahKThh_lSzgYWR8uQ/s1600/IMG_2733.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486456408914648818" 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/AVvXsEhghEBNPc3rWp4nsMpipZ-qaaCIKwyavcctRMqxYjUn4TjLxRMO9hbHiCsQ83RUGrOcrrlQiLJKuDdkJY_RYfqXAPbZZ-kdlWBfm7KPIQmhpNwOgQvz4VfW_HO96dahKThh_lSzgYWR8uQ/s400/IMG_2733.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872564807155374533.post-10753047603403510052010-06-18T19:45:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:26:57.216-07:00first post<div>thought i'd start a blog to share pictures and other randomness. not sure how great i will be at keeping up with it, but thought i'd give it a try. so, welcome. </div><div> </div><div>here're a couple pictures. (i guess i just want to make sure i knew how to upload them.) they are from may 30, which makes me realize i need to be better about taking more pictures. anyway, enjoy.</div><div> </div><div>here is my owen with a big cheesy smile...</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484317346023446306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIO8-0Ew7snKT4mWaEXJkWUSLVw_HtF-BQH8BN0CCAyljegk-vflvhw7Xk6yipQlDl3AKhUI6IDCS6APY6fvOUJw8q1QXhvxj9QXFqyr4EFLwbzvxTybet1Lh47aHJRIeMptLyITb7NZE/s200/IMG_2681.JPG" /></div><div><div>i'm messing with file size and trying to determine which looks best. above was small. below is medium. i think i will go with medium from now on. and, yes, i let my kid play with guns. it's a cheap, very unrealistic water gun, get over it. on another note, notice my nice rose bush in the background and the new rock border i put in place that morning...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484320478640768178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXaUAD8tmXRApQzAaTAo2TMHqRwvqpsm0WXMv-x64MOAz0N0lwqSW_KuJ9j4b-_LLfe6npz3F3aAnhCLzhGYH8nH1Vsb3cCLVolMyiREsVVDRzB1quoONy-sTF0N_flCwbpE2EKO15aCQ/s320/IMG_2687.JPG" />well, i guess this is as good of a start as any. see ya.<br /><div></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03208759827782422742noreply@blogger.com0