tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9469179637286104112024-02-20T20:46:53.625-06:00The WeaversonsKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.comBlogger384125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-70032637027967353382013-04-22T15:48:00.005-05:002013-04-22T15:48:52.881-05:00Birthday #3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2 blog posts in one month! I'm on a roll. Lets just be honest for a second. This whole 2 kid business is hard. I never thought it was going to be easy, but it's hard for different reasons. My 3 year old is harder than my 6 week old. That was definitely in the reverse order of expected hard. But since all our guests have gone home and Bill has returned to work, our routine has become more "normal" and he is returning to his old self, mostly. Tantrums still exist, but they seem to be part of being 3 - say all the books. Yes, I've been reading parenting books. Boo.<br />
My house is a tornado most of the time. Asher discovered some goldfish and and juice box left by a friend and now he has pink juice all over his shirt and there is a trail of goldfish crumbs by my bed.<br />
But with all the goldfish crumbs comes trucks, airplanes, and trains also scattered all over my apartment. There is no question who the perpetrator is.<br />
And since he refused to nap (possibly because of the very loud hammering and mariachi music playing outside our apartment (literally, construction on the outside walls of our apartment)), and I wanted a few minutes of me time, every member of the family is here in the bedroom with me. Asher, Allyson, and Cass. Cass thinks he needs to be held whenever the littles are asleep, and he is refusing to move. So I guess that is the way it is.<br />
It is our new normal. It's not bad, just an adjustment. It's okay that there is a toy cement truck on my side of the bed and a tractor on Bills. Its our life, and we like it.<br />
I'm really going to like my life when the babysitter comes over for an evening!<br />
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The above and below pictures are of the cherry blossom festival, here in DC. I do love living here. It has its cons for various reasons, but it also has a lot of things that I love. Who else gets to run around the Washington Monument? See above picture-that thing with all the scaffolding.<br />
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Asher had a birthday, shout hurray! We tried to make it special because he was really excited about it and talked about it a lot. So we hung up streamers and put out balloons so when he came out of his room in the morning, he would be surprised and feel extra special. It backfired. He came out and looked at us and said "what are you doing?" Maybe it was a little overwhelming for first thing in the morning. Presents were under appreciated. He barely cracked a smile. But since then, he wakes up and asks for presents. You just can't win, at least with a 3 year old.<br />
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He got a bike! I'd been really excited about this for months. I couldn't wait for his birthday. He likes it. He likes to put it on the couch and sit by it, and drag it around the apartment with him. Someday, these kind of things will be kept in a garage... <br />
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Since we had a little baby, I decided not to do a party. So we just invited friends to play at the park and eat cupcakes. He humored me and posed for a picture with me.<br />
Did I mention that Asher is tall? He's really tall, as in the size of a 4-5 year old - he's in the 95% for height. Where did that come from? Clearly he got it from his tall parents...Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-83976721958318547102013-04-03T13:11:00.000-05:002013-04-04T14:56:25.455-05:00Introducing:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Introducing the newest member of the Weaverson's - Allyson Jane, born March 7 at 11:55 PM. Can this explain my long absence from blogging? She was a punctual 6 days early, just like her big brother. Funny thing, I texted my sister that morning saying, if this baby were her big brother, I'd have her today. Well, I guess the message got through to the correct party because she was ready, and so was I.<br />
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Asher was rather apathetic to her. He obliged us and held her for 2 seconds before pushing her away. He is warming up to her now. She even came home baring presents, which he loved.<br />
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Occasionally, he likes to be close to her.</div>
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Bill enjoying his babies and MLB TV. Dream come true.</div>
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When I had Allyson, I thought she looked like a picture of me from the hospital. Then I had my mom text me the picture, and I don't think she looks as much like me as I thought. But here are the pictures, plus Asher so you can see how different they are. And yes, she has brown hair- like Bill. I guess we have his and hers kids.<br />
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And lastly, our Christmas photo for the Christmas cards that never were completed. </div>
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-70132158899123998552012-09-11T14:16:00.001-05:002012-09-11T16:40:15.204-05:002 year old Soccer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I put Asher in a soccer class last month. I thought it would be fun. For me, for him, who knows? Lets be honest, 2 is kind of young for a sports class. It was...chaos. But cute chaos, no? There were 5 kids in the class, 4 boys and 1 girl. The girl was really good at listening and following directions. The boys had their own agenda. It was a good opportunity to take lots of pictures. Maybe he'll be more ready next year. By day 3 of the class, he wanted to watch/play baseball. He is his father's son. Please follow along the excessive amount of pictures for the play by play of class that week. <br />
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He improved his kicking skills!</div>
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He found throwing the ball was a much more consistent way to make a goal.</div>
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He sat a lot. They all did.</div>
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He played with the cones. They all did.</div>
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He needed his mom!</div>
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He was cute!</div>
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Lots of parental involvement. I was exhausted after every class. I think every parent was.</div>
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He learned coordination in kicking over the cone with the ball (it was an exercise they practiced a lot).</div>
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Bill made it to one class to see Asher play! Consequently, Asher was very distracted.</div>
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He did some ball kissing? I like Bill's look on his face "what?".</div>
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He was tired of soccer, needed to be held.</div>
All and all, it was a fun and exhausting week. We both napped well. Not to mention it was so humid the whole time. Ug, DC in the summer, it's the worst! Anyway, I love the bazillion pictures we got from it so I guess it was a success. And Asher does have some mad soccer skillz.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-61535255866356884152012-08-15T14:57:00.003-05:002012-08-15T14:57:50.243-05:00OBX 2012<br />
We're taking a trip back to the great month of July. Our good friends J&P invited us to the outerbanks with them, so we packed up our matching SUV's and drove on down for a week of fun. These are mostly pictures of our kid, because that is who we take pictures of these days? Probably should have taken more pictures of adults. Oh well.<br />
It was a great week of beach, food, and relaxing. I think Asher had a great week, he had a playmate to spend every waking second playing with. And they played really well together. Lots of cars and trains on this vacation. (almost every picture where there is a kid, there is also some kind of vehicle close by)<br />
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Muchas gracias, J&P for an awesome vacation!!!</div>
Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-21283935933364999292012-07-12T13:35:00.002-05:002012-07-12T13:35:48.651-05:00Photo Dump - June Photo Dump. It has been a wild month. And since it has been month, I have a bit to catch up on and if I don't do it now, it won't happen.<br />
We had a major storm here at the end of June which left us without power for about 24 hours. We were very lucky. Lots of people were without power for much longer - up to a week and it was blisteringly hot and humid. Think 106 and no power. And with humidity, shade isn't cool. It made for a miserable 24 hours. But really, I can't complain. Though we got power back on quickly, we didn't have internet for over a week. Who knew life could be so hard without internet. I had no idea what to do with my billions of eggplants and zucchini. And thus, no blogging. So here is a major catch up. I'm into instagram lately, so excuse my funky filters, but I like them. <br />
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This boy loves his kung fu panda hat. He wore it all day long. Had to practice for the big SF Giants game.<br />
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Happy anniversary to us (next month). We bought ourselves a new lens! I like it. It makes our camera look so beefy.<br />
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Lego architecture exhibit. Pretty cool, and you can build stuff too. Bill and Asher were in heaven. Until Asher got bored, which was shortly after this picture. In due time, Bill. Be patient.<br />
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I couldn't help myself, I had to buy Asher these euro swim trunks. I see why mothers eat their babies. He is delicious!<br />
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Cousin's birthday! </div>
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Asher's cars had been disappearing one by one. We opened up the sub-woofer and their was a parking lot of cars in there.<br />
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Bill has been playing on the firms softball team. All the firm league games are played on the Ellipse (behind the White House) pretty cool.<br />
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Firm league baseball. Yep, we live in kind of a cool place.</div>
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More baseball. We went to the Giants/Nationals game. Again, was blisteringly hot. So hot Asher could only wear his hat while Sandoval -the Kung Fu Panda, hit. We think Asher was lucky, because Sandoval hit a homer. We left before the 7th. We spent a small fortune on beverages trying to keep cool and still couldn't cool down.<br />
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4th of July fireworks were view on the roof of Bill's firm. We were just off capital hill, so we could hear the show they were putting on at the Capitol and see all the fireworks going off down by the Washington Monument- as seen in the background.<br />
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Another game, but with awesome firm seats. 2nd row behind the Nationals dugout. Who knew professional baseball players were so big? And, it was blisteringly hot. Again. But shade kicked in and we were able to make it through the entire game. Our friend Jeff, who came with us, was sitting next to Ben Bernanke - the Chairman of the Fed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Warning: this post will probably only be interesting to me. It is a lot of me. I'm writing this down so that I don't forget how the race went and all the mistakes I made. I figure if I write them down, there is no way I can forget them for future races. </span><br />
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I can't believe it is June. In January, after years of harassing from Bill, I signed up for a triathlon. He has been bugging me to do one for a long time and I'm not sure why I haven't. I guess I've just felt the need to get my running under control, then when I was somewhat satisfied with that, then I could try some other things. So in January, I signed up for a June triathlon, that way, I could get some good spring road races in before I focused on 2 other events. <br />
I was really nervous going into this. There was always guilt about not getting in more workouts. I felt like my scheduled bike rides got rained out every week, fitting in two a days was hard (or I was lazy), Bill tends to work a little bit later with this new job, yada yada yada. I'm full of excuses. Plus I always felt like my running was getting the shaft, which made me grumpy since I like running the most.<br />
I felt pretty confident in my swimming and running skills. My biking is weak. I'm the first to admit it. I hate riding, I don't hate it, it just stresses me out. There is way less control, you could get a flat tire, gears aren't shifting properly, cars don't share the road, etc. But I was as ready as I was going to get. And the morning of the race, after looking at the swim course, I was little panicked. It was 1,000 meter swim and it was really far out - in the Chesapeake Bay (waves and salt water). But I got over it all and it was really fun.<br />
Anyway, after the first 200 meters of the swim, I felt like I got in a good rhythm and didn't feel like there was too much jostling for position and hung on for the ride. I came out of the water in 11th place (of the women's wave) and was happy with the results, especially since the 10 people in front of me were all within less than a minute.<br />
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My transition was super slow, I fumbled around, I lost my Gu that I shoved in my pocket, and turned around to place my wetsuit out of the way. It was ridiculous. Lost lots of time on the transition.<br />
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And I lost even more time on the bike. I know that cycling is my weak
event. But everyone was passing me left and right and they were all on
awesome/expensive triathlon bikes. I'm sure they already had a lot of
skill, but I think having an amazing bike could have helped me, even just a little
bit. I still would have been destroyed but maybe not quite as bad. The
leading women were about 10 minutes ahead of me. And the
Athena's were flying past me too.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Above, the home stretch, the announcer called my name and said I was looking strong - thus I gave the pose which Bill managed to catch. Below, though I dislike posting pictures of my backside, Bill wanted to document how salty I was - literally, not figuratively. </span><br />
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Luckily, I'm a runner. I had yet another ridiculously slow transition from bike to run. But overall, I was feeling fine. I grabbed a Gu and my water bottle because it was getting hot and that salt water made me really thirsty. In the end, yes, it was one more thing to haul along, but I think it paid off not having to grab water at an aid station. Anyway, I flew through the 2 lap 5 miles course. Felt great and was surprised at the pace that I was able to hold through the whole thing. Passed a lot of people and made up some time.<br />
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My run time was number 1 of all the women, by about a minute. So I guess I learned that my running wasn't suffering by having to split up my workout between swimming and biking.<br />
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Anyway, the race was awesome. Loved the distance, it was between a sprint and an olympic - with the distances being 1,000 meter swim, 20 mile bike, and 5 mile run. Bill loved it way more than watching road races. And, he was a great support. I spotted him a couple times running around to different locations with Asher in one arm and the camera in the other. Asher was a good sport kind of. He woke up at 5:30 and didn't fall asleep the night before until around 11pm. So by 9:30 after the race, he was just crying. A sippy cup full of sprite can only do so much. I definitely think I'll have to do more tris. Lots of fun and a good little challenge.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-62668811084628408822012-06-05T12:51:00.001-05:002012-06-05T12:51:16.120-05:00North Face Endurance Challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tis racing season. I love it. My latest race this year has been the North Face Endurance Challenge- marathon relay. Can't think of a better way to run a marathon than in a relay. Best. idea. ever.<br />
I had an awesome team that consisted of my sister and two good friends from church - Lindsay and Maren. I had zero expectations for the race since it was a trail run. I usually hate trail running. It's hard and trails (non-paved) are few and far between in the greater DC area. But we all had a great time. I would definitely do it again. And of the 3 teams participating in our ward, our team won. Always an added perk. We didn't win the whole race, but we were all happy with our individual portions. Anyway, somehow I didn't manage to get a picture of our whole team, so the three of us will have to suffice. Above it the start/finish line. Sister started the race and I ended it.<br />
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Did I mention that it rained like crazy the day before the race? The trails were a slick muddy mess. And the last 400 meters leading up to the finish line was basically a wading pool. So by the time you finish the race, you are spattered with mud and soaking wet. <br />
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It really was a perfect day. Great company, great course, smaller race, and perfect temperature with very low humidity. All in all, it was a success!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-77266496741478897382012-06-01T16:17:00.000-05:002012-06-01T16:17:01.669-05:00Trains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We were supposed to take a trip to the library this afternoon, but alas, it is pouring and the news has taken over all channels with weather/tornado warnings. So instead of the aforementioned trip, blogging will have to do. Hopefully the 5 pounds of zucchini in my kitchen can last another day until I can find some cookbook to give me ideas as to what to do with all of it.<br />
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A while ago, I took some pictures of Asher playing with his trains, per the request of my mother in-law. I think I got a few gems out of the little shoot. For example, the above picture. Asher is showing me how he smiles. I also learned a valuable lesson. Playing with trains requires lots of concentration.<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-22747643413638054472012-05-12T20:43:00.000-05:002012-05-13T10:36:13.833-05:00Changes, better than 2-PacOh my, it has been 2 months and 1 day and so many things have changed. First of all, blogger is different. When did that happen? I reopened my blogger hopping I hit a wrong button, but alas, that's just the way it is. C'est la vi.<br />
Where shall I start. I'm doing bullets again. Sorry.<br />
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<li>Asher and I made the pilgrimage out to Utah. It was the first time we had been back in 18 months. Far too long. Flying with a 2 year old is a pilgrimage, as it comes with great sacrifice.</li>
<li>We had a lovely trip to Vegas with Bill's best friend from
Brentwood. I left Asher in Utah with my parents where he had way more
fun playing with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. And cars. And Bill and I met up for a weekend of friends and fun.</li>
<li>All my siblings made it to the great state of Utah for a couple
days! It seems to be a rare occurrence for my siblings to all be together anymore. But so fun when it happens.</li>
<li>Did I mention, Bill and I had a vacation sans kid...yeah, it was great! So I thought I'd just throw it in there again.</li>
<li>Asher turned 2 in April. He is a funny boy. He talks our ears off and
loves to point out everything he sees as we drive. He LOVES his cousin
that lives close by and asks for him daily. They are the best of friends until someone steals a Lighting McQueen. But all is quickly forgiven. </li>
<li>I raced a 10 miler and a 5k every Friday for the month of April.
Just the 5k's were weekly. It was actually really fun. Took the pressure
off by racing so much. I didn't feel like all my training was for
nothing if things didn't go as planned.</li>
<li>Bill's firm suffered a massive Lehman Brothers like melt down. It
was very stressful. As of this coming Tuesday, Bill's firm will no
longer exist. Did I say it was very stressful, it was.</li>
<li>Luckily, Bill starts his new job this Monday. Hurray! I'm just
grateful that Bill felt like he should start talking with headhunters
when he did. Otherwise, we'd be out of a job like so many others. Don't
you worry, I've been praying in thanks like you wouldn't believe.</li>
<li>Bill is very excited about his new firm and will be working solely in their energy practice group. At Dewey, he was doing energy and
antitrust, but decided energy was the place for him. </li>
<li>Since we had a week of downtime between the firm collapsing and the
start at the new firm, we took a quick trip up to Rehoboth Beach, DE. It
was great! Who goes to Delaware? We do. And we at tons of sea food. (Hoda & KLG go there too)</li>
<li>And then the usual stuff. We've been going to Nationals games,
playing in the sand (much to my chagrin, it is impossible to contain),
bbqing, eating fresh strawberries, relaxing (this week), and training
for a triathlon (me). </li>
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Asher's 2nd birthday. It was a banner day.</div>
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Naked in an effort to keep the sand out of the car. Despite nudity, the car and his bed were still covered in a layer of sand. Darn that mop of hair...</div>
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I take it back. I like the new blogger. I guess all these changes are pretty good.<br />
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-65575043337756321252012-03-11T14:35:00.003-05:002012-03-11T15:19:17.834-05:00An Update!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CGPstThSYG7pZGYWrUVxHt6sRbebDc1ZZcbACrQs5kEfmRhYRbM88Csj0Mk88355t3-7KynzB0qUDhFfaNFHNMY-Tg5uHp4OSsy1tS_ivtV2tygFHiKsu1c_95_6yGdio500IrLRCpKW/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CGPstThSYG7pZGYWrUVxHt6sRbebDc1ZZcbACrQs5kEfmRhYRbM88Csj0Mk88355t3-7KynzB0qUDhFfaNFHNMY-Tg5uHp4OSsy1tS_ivtV2tygFHiKsu1c_95_6yGdio500IrLRCpKW/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718725928457700002" border="0" /></a>It's been a month and I don't feel bad. Like always, I have no idea what we've been up to. So we're going bullet style.<br /><ul><li>Asher has been sick lately with a cough. It is a bummer. He think he gets extra privileges since he is sick, hence the feet on the table while he eats.</li><li>He had another hair cut. He generally has long hair because I LIKE IT! But there comes a point where he needs a trim. And getting a trim is like murder. Much screaming and gnashing of teeth. It is painful for everyone involved or around. Believe me, I've got huge biceps just from holding his arms down.</li><li>We bought a new car! Hurray. It really isn't that exciting. You see, this is our third car in 3 years. How does that happen. Well our second car, was a heap of #@&*! It was a lemon. We poured money into it and it never got better. So the day that smoke started coming out of the engine and hot tears were streaming down my face, my trusty mechanic told me (again, this wasn't the first time) that we needed to get rid of our car. Now. So we did. It's embarrassing all the problems we had with our last car. I think we put our mechanic's daughter through a year of private school. All I have to say is, I'll never leave you again, Toyota. I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson. Well, I'll never leave Japanese cars again. Amen. (If you want to know what not to buy, ask me. I should do a smear page). It is nice to have a reliable car again. It starts every morning without a problem, it's amazing!<br /></li><li>The weather has been quite delicious here. In fact, next week is supposed to be in the 70's every day. I got a sunburn last week from spending 2 hours at the park.</li><li>We celebrated Fat Tuesday here like usual and bought a King Cake. But lo and behold, there was no King! It was very disappointing.</li><li>I went to Chick Fil A yesterday for lunch with a friend and it was delicious! That house sauce and fries are so good.</li><li>Asher is of course a silly boy. Although he thinks I'm the silly person and tells me "you're so silly" about 80x a day. I like it.</li><li>Bill convinced me to participate in his fantasy baseball league this year. There was much negotiating since I've been resisting for the past 4 years he's been doing the league. I'm getting a Sunday walk as a family for my participation. The draft is next week. My teammate and I are ready to go in and dominate.</li><li>And last but not least, I think we have finally cured our cat's severe halitosis. Who knew a cat could possibly have that bad of breath. Cass would open his mouth to yawn and it was a stink fest. But a little teeth brushing and new food seems to have solved the problem.</li><li>One more, I've started doing Instagram. My ability to document our life seems to be sporadic so I'm doing this and it's kind of fun. Anyone else doing it? Tell me and I'll follow you.<br /></li></ul>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-46161312966669343252012-01-20T14:33:00.006-06:002012-01-20T21:50:26.534-06:00The deep thoughts of a SAHM<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe945uCvFDpjNYWHFP7XRpxq2c3L6-vy0EVai0TYxxZJa4Co7UaZ0QaE6dMI6dYJh8paneUD0hjtZH4qaaQtKdd8qlw9tMs5nWKVkjc7qV-Q9B0X6qp4X9-FPBIN8_kMEXsfJruoFJ8eRd/s1600/asher+car2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe945uCvFDpjNYWHFP7XRpxq2c3L6-vy0EVai0TYxxZJa4Co7UaZ0QaE6dMI6dYJh8paneUD0hjtZH4qaaQtKdd8qlw9tMs5nWKVkjc7qV-Q9B0X6qp4X9-FPBIN8_kMEXsfJruoFJ8eRd/s400/asher+car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699925391873508034" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Wow, this picture quality is terrible. Sorry.<br /></span></div>My kid loves cars. This shouldn't be news to anyone. Hot wheels, matchbox, airplanes, tractors, trucks, you name it, if it has wheels, he likes it. A lot. He is also really good at making car noises. How is that? Bill and I were lying on the couch playing with his cars one night and we discovered I make a really bad car noise. But after much coaching, I've got the shifting down. I've been driving for 12 years. How is it that my 21 month old can make a better car noise than me?<br /><br />On to more pressing questions? Out of desperation, (4-5:30 is a hard time of day) I've put on the movie Cars. Scoff if you will. It is a happy movie, sans bad guys. Nemo makes an obviously dumb decisions and thus endangers his father with sharks and bombs and other scary things in order to find his lost child. Come on, a parents worst nightmare, losing your kid. He doesn't get UP. Toy Story is great, but since Asher likes cars so much, we watch it occasionally. It hasn't turned into an obsession for him and we both like it. But every time I watch it, I come up with new questions? What do the cars eat? How come there are no baby cars? Where would they put a baby car, does it already drive everywhere? How did the Cozy Cone get built, I mean the cars have no hands? Who knew a tire could be so versatile, it can wave a flag, but how? Can anyone answer these questions???Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-37768315884775361142012-01-11T14:13:00.005-06:002012-01-11T14:53:17.659-06:00Down with the Routine<span style="font-size:78%;">By no means is this a "woe is me" post. I'm just sayin.</span><br /><br />Is anyone else tired of the routine? I know I have it good, no, I have it great. I have a great little family, a great apartment, my husband has a great job, etc. But I'm tired of the routine of cleaning. Am I the only one who wakes up in the morning and thinks "ugh, the kitchen is dirty already, I just cleaned it last night?" or "I just swept and mopped my floor, why is every kernel of corn served at dinner littering the floor?". I know, having a kid = dirty. I'm just saying. Tell me I'm not the only one. It's mostly those two things. Laundry doesn't bug me, yet I always seem to be folding something. Vacuuming is fine, Asher thinks it's hilarious. Bathrooms, well I should probably be annoyed by them, I guess that just goes to show how often I clean them. But that darn kitchen and the floor. Ugh. I hate them. Though I like my kitchen. And the floors are nice too. Didn't we have kids to clean for us?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcTb91Z3rXVsVydLuXzclK_qHOCeUeqzlIAU19ql300mFMgicVKo3NWZgz5SuulIzEXIVTKgIS80MEoSrTH-_v5yuWkcNPM92YpNqrxHykdpx7mm1kxcpX_9mReohlbkE6AIIM0qO7bM4/s1600/asher+spoon.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcTb91Z3rXVsVydLuXzclK_qHOCeUeqzlIAU19ql300mFMgicVKo3NWZgz5SuulIzEXIVTKgIS80MEoSrTH-_v5yuWkcNPM92YpNqrxHykdpx7mm1kxcpX_9mReohlbkE6AIIM0qO7bM4/s400/asher+spoon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696474116908382354" border="0" /></a>Among other topics of the day. Asher refuses to feed himself anymore. As you can see here, the little turkey likes to hand his spoon to me so I can feed him. But if you examine the picture closely, you can see yogurt smeared on his face letting me know that at least he tried. Self feeding is inefficient apparently.<br /><br />Last but not least, the above pictured child likes to scream. He is just exercising his vocal chords, but it is piercing. I think I have ended every day this week with a headache. On the other hand, said child is sitting on my lap playing with my iphone and dancing to the music that he managed to turn on. I like him. And I think it is funny when he turns on siri and siri can't understand his command. Neither can I, siri.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-24881521718563885942011-12-27T13:06:00.012-06:002011-12-27T14:25:48.248-06:00Christmas!Merry Christmas, one and all! We had a very merry Christmas at the Weaverson house this year. We were lucky enough to have Bill's mom here with us. We decided to spend the longest day of the year (Christmas Eve) in the District visiting the National tree. It was weak and rather disappointing. But the little trains running around it was a big hit with Asher. So instead of taking pictures with the ugly tree, we took pictures with the National Menorah. Just kidding, there is one, but we opted for the ever festive White House which is right behind the national tree. Next year, we'll head over to the capital building, its tree was much nicer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRy_amI-A-xtGZkLRU9VfpHDo81x4MBVMeGgXwG5oG5yZJtikJfgxG6guYFxGLM-RY1Ww-KF5HeXXpekQuI0pT6oTL6qhw1fJJz5S59nZRwTDzOVFCqzRF_EwHVJddWBdg39KAwf6tK1v/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRy_amI-A-xtGZkLRU9VfpHDo81x4MBVMeGgXwG5oG5yZJtikJfgxG6guYFxGLM-RY1Ww-KF5HeXXpekQuI0pT6oTL6qhw1fJJz5S59nZRwTDzOVFCqzRF_EwHVJddWBdg39KAwf6tK1v/s400/DSC_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690893246807689138" border="0" /></a>We then headed over to my sister's for our Christmas eve festivities. Here is a phone picture of the boys in their matching Christmas jammies. I'll be getting a better pictures soon. But I had to post last years tree pictures, because the boys have changed so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEVQv0vYt3wrkU6u0nPgQy8DRBumpiigzyMBr420KjOVi9oEkA0VpmetCStAFM9Wqz5i84C8Kum6JSb_BI-9cNntILUqvNsFNmsXaZdqXF_ogXNt2VjHs3vW4BTrk7ogHgsAVz5bJCznw/s1600/boys+and+tree.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEVQv0vYt3wrkU6u0nPgQy8DRBumpiigzyMBr420KjOVi9oEkA0VpmetCStAFM9Wqz5i84C8Kum6JSb_BI-9cNntILUqvNsFNmsXaZdqXF_ogXNt2VjHs3vW4BTrk7ogHgsAVz5bJCznw/s400/boys+and+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894025438537282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgRBt7yhoHNe95Pxr83NL08YBY_qnQ8u4fI_EAgK04-TEBal55Yollc8XjPu28zerWeNKpCasZg_YBYYcSmWlk-1MkE5UXyMPzfLhF70txzMiXngyXxbt9OkUYi7lI0ycGOlaSz9_9odG/s1600/DSC_0079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgRBt7yhoHNe95Pxr83NL08YBY_qnQ8u4fI_EAgK04-TEBal55Yollc8XjPu28zerWeNKpCasZg_YBYYcSmWlk-1MkE5UXyMPzfLhF70txzMiXngyXxbt9OkUYi7lI0ycGOlaSz9_9odG/s400/DSC_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690895210567328434" border="0" /></a>Fast forward 12 hours to Christmas morning. We had our obligatory coming down the stairs picture and Asher proceeded to charge to the tree. Or maybe I should say past the tree. He didn't get it. It thus took much of the day before all his presents were opened. We didn't even go crazy on presents for him. He just loves his toys so much, he couldn't part with them long enough to open another present. Cars, cars, and more car related stuff.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uLjhewwZ79Gl2R23ZZhljwrFEyCSh46dWYpwgcTnra9rQD7P75gHloUF2x5yTN37_eV_lfDxFvOsmkSt6iWrjbVcXPxYLC8ro_vBaFxhCZZn14FTpw5WhzEUhsrFmoBcp5NxY5gt4KI-/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uLjhewwZ79Gl2R23ZZhljwrFEyCSh46dWYpwgcTnra9rQD7P75gHloUF2x5yTN37_eV_lfDxFvOsmkSt6iWrjbVcXPxYLC8ro_vBaFxhCZZn14FTpw5WhzEUhsrFmoBcp5NxY5gt4KI-/s400/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690892298738813362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7j5t9HDFyNW89ZXdz3ebY7F7nSeKawLtYxA0B3tFch3xt29KFxHcsE9btXdtPZ41EZdBIbqnSQlRvA-TVJ4CfKJYQgkDwrC0U1wZn70sTUXtHPl7UlUEkZbrViazXksH-26sZJNB421D/s1600/DSC_0064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7j5t9HDFyNW89ZXdz3ebY7F7nSeKawLtYxA0B3tFch3xt29KFxHcsE9btXdtPZ41EZdBIbqnSQlRvA-TVJ4CfKJYQgkDwrC0U1wZn70sTUXtHPl7UlUEkZbrViazXksH-26sZJNB421D/s400/DSC_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690890989935522706" border="0" /></a>We had a very Giant Christmas. I think everyone received at least one Giant's item. Shirts, gnomes, plaques, books, dvd's. You name it, we have it. We love the SF Giants. Don't forget.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbc3oxjMPEVMBppQgQIv8Wu3LCvuu7AI6NR86ZLUOn96kKZox6zZxvLW1MDwdjGlynenM44up38OFTrXaXtwcQgA-rxY38cEdQ8LdmGZl5W8evghruz9F8B9tRbkJvOE-C3QSnR1my-9Qk/s1600/DSC_0082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbc3oxjMPEVMBppQgQIv8Wu3LCvuu7AI6NR86ZLUOn96kKZox6zZxvLW1MDwdjGlynenM44up38OFTrXaXtwcQgA-rxY38cEdQ8LdmGZl5W8evghruz9F8B9tRbkJvOE-C3QSnR1my-9Qk/s400/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690889604778297858" border="0" /></a>Asher got a scooter this year from the grandparents. He loves it. He can't really use it yet, but I'm sure come summer time, he'll be all over it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2NDcWahAm0yVf9kI54m8_1KzIP4SEUts9y8nOW9v_ZPM5ds4Io3lEYufuaxNQimbq-02Vb-GXpq2Kd33Bjk9ch3B0KRirQnm5UDqW1Sw4pRWzxMetHMLDKIpXGM9vWwqubsVgN7htFTTb/s1600/DSC_0099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2NDcWahAm0yVf9kI54m8_1KzIP4SEUts9y8nOW9v_ZPM5ds4Io3lEYufuaxNQimbq-02Vb-GXpq2Kd33Bjk9ch3B0KRirQnm5UDqW1Sw4pRWzxMetHMLDKIpXGM9vWwqubsVgN7htFTTb/s400/DSC_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690888858376323538" border="0" /></a>I wanted a try, so I kicked him off. Just kidding. He was watching his cousin, apparently the ground is more comfortable than standing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU5WHdG4DF9TFVrO9e3sYVAH5aUhdSgw1TZPG0dECFrZujhKwAowmyMEw0tiY6yTwE88Cvzr9VdVyp-9LcdSUE62t6cUc7ZaaYS9d8s2gqA9qOyiu4bsGqA7dEel8-gUxy1ttb_BI7v6h/s1600/DSC_0134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU5WHdG4DF9TFVrO9e3sYVAH5aUhdSgw1TZPG0dECFrZujhKwAowmyMEw0tiY6yTwE88Cvzr9VdVyp-9LcdSUE62t6cUc7ZaaYS9d8s2gqA9qOyiu4bsGqA7dEel8-gUxy1ttb_BI7v6h/s400/DSC_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690887299130388834" border="0" /></a>After a full day of eating, opening, churching, and familying, we did more familying and eating. It was a lovely day of family and friends and celebrating the birth of our Savior. I'm sad that it's over. 363 days seems so far away.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-47851452567119010572011-12-11T11:28:00.009-06:002011-12-12T16:02:56.735-06:00I don't have a good titleTis a busy time of year. We went to the firm holiday party on Saturday. Bill pulled out the crushed velvet jacket for this special occasion. Where is the cravat, you ask? How can you wear crushed velvet without a cravat? Well my friends, he went without this year, but next year, we will conquer the cravat. I, on the other hand, went with the classic cocktail dress. It worked out. Who doesn't like the excuse to get dressed up once in a while?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGMo8rJcKMxriWgmaazIQzEuulWplC1atDZREfntPn1xgW_IICVGQsC09MrncEM7xCyo1vjFAo2UUFtVeE4TJvbVthFUK1IUNBXFjbQ9dx4jE0BNC8IIiO9n3tQ432xPwWmusj3iD7TQm/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGMo8rJcKMxriWgmaazIQzEuulWplC1atDZREfntPn1xgW_IICVGQsC09MrncEM7xCyo1vjFAo2UUFtVeE4TJvbVthFUK1IUNBXFjbQ9dx4jE0BNC8IIiO9n3tQ432xPwWmusj3iD7TQm/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684924485486401426" border="0" /></a>We've been decorating for Christmas. Asher and the cat have slowly dismantled the bottom 2 1/2 feet of the tree. So we are very festive on the top 3 feet of the tree and scrooges on bottom. I've even decided to be crafty and made a wreath. Dang that pintrest, it gets me every time. That website is revolutionizing our Christmas this year. First making a wreath, now I feel the need to make all the tags for the presents. I have the unhealthy desire to be Martha Stewart. "It's a good thing".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uRcLSmnw7bFDbIzYGZeVM4q1hWH-a6TRI5fo7zYs6o35fo_5HSMHsjycSl7z4667-taQSl4lUJeCccLfZ6RDM4pWf89wStmlAG0AZaIh7fqnapjzgEzQmrPBFq62grEnunGkHayS96BR/s1600/IMG_0116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uRcLSmnw7bFDbIzYGZeVM4q1hWH-a6TRI5fo7zYs6o35fo_5HSMHsjycSl7z4667-taQSl4lUJeCccLfZ6RDM4pWf89wStmlAG0AZaIh7fqnapjzgEzQmrPBFq62grEnunGkHayS96BR/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090074911138514" border="0" /></a>We've decided not to buy any presents for Asher this year. Since he loves playing in left over costco boxes, that is what he is getting. Just kidding, none of the above is true. I'm sure he will be spoiled rotten, but boxes are the cheapest toys on earth. I like them, and so does he.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4SyF5g6IX-r-Dm79j-BsQBf5aQNGYWVzFdnvczJbHGjhqIg6qSfD3F5r3Aa8uhxNrvsgIcPzCbrAdRH0d-AzBBbx7dgKJwnDZnQRScE1iWW-PW0jvfg28M5Ap4lpfoZlZJ4F_Zj_ziIN/s1600/IMG_0113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4SyF5g6IX-r-Dm79j-BsQBf5aQNGYWVzFdnvczJbHGjhqIg6qSfD3F5r3Aa8uhxNrvsgIcPzCbrAdRH0d-AzBBbx7dgKJwnDZnQRScE1iWW-PW0jvfg28M5Ap4lpfoZlZJ4F_Zj_ziIN/s400/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685090425585072738" border="0" /></a>The cat has been spending his days hiding from Asher in either the bathtub or one of the bathroom sinks. I never knew watching me put on mascara would be so exciting for a cat, but he is right there with me every morning. And the tip of his tongue is always sticking out (see picture below) thus causing major halitosis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgi1toRNE3vYC8gUai7vkhpbNvIzKqbbQLQFGQB1I8YeMf8B-2UydPdFxgGJVw6pTdXC0lrwgOAXcZnsYOwcOxL2y99xgpq5DZmvdhmSNqADmq_x5GVjoRjibq6RtNk1oB0O0gdNO81s2/s1600/IMG_0096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgi1toRNE3vYC8gUai7vkhpbNvIzKqbbQLQFGQB1I8YeMf8B-2UydPdFxgGJVw6pTdXC0lrwgOAXcZnsYOwcOxL2y99xgpq5DZmvdhmSNqADmq_x5GVjoRjibq6RtNk1oB0O0gdNO81s2/s400/IMG_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685088497076397762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8GsBKngNpPfITqHdf1zV8FhyphenhyphenPm0Tl41xoDxXmFiLvVoslFNOBJuKkpbHVRuLKPZL_qf_cHPlYMg3AVYObugHj9imEyLCXaFjOD7TvBpHme-G7G7IXdGfpDMsfQMNuCimDXz2dTRm-7TY/s1600/IMG_0104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8GsBKngNpPfITqHdf1zV8FhyphenhyphenPm0Tl41xoDxXmFiLvVoslFNOBJuKkpbHVRuLKPZL_qf_cHPlYMg3AVYObugHj9imEyLCXaFjOD7TvBpHme-G7G7IXdGfpDMsfQMNuCimDXz2dTRm-7TY/s400/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685089599618652594" border="0" /></a>Last but not least, an elephant has joined the family. Asher loves this stuffed animal. It likes us too. It has been into photo bombing, or just taking over pictures lately, which ever is easiest. Naughty elephant.<br />Oh yeah, and I'm 28. I feel like this is a big number. 27 was fine, 28 feels frighteningly close to 30. This month is extra busy because this is the one month that Bill and I are the same age. Must take advantage of our 28ness and be crazy before the old age of 29 rolls in with hearing loss and incontinence. Maybe a black tie new years party is in order?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-39884150452540979682011-11-28T19:02:00.000-06:002011-11-29T07:33:27.326-06:00We've movedWe've moved, we've had guests, we've had Thanksgiving (or T-give around these parts), we've unpacked, we've (especially Bill) traveled, we've had hair cuts, we've been scanning. We've been busy.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T_aMR85MGSeLB_TU8YPnaPXD81dyX6jrhfVGCSwjXVh8HDggFgTUHxW9vdpwYXFbbxF54kvTDeagaZFSjacb5YcUIwfG5jYg8bW9Pcr7e3y37l7VWPWlfvHowS6-ZB2nYL4Ttw-qOTQH/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T_aMR85MGSeLB_TU8YPnaPXD81dyX6jrhfVGCSwjXVh8HDggFgTUHxW9vdpwYXFbbxF54kvTDeagaZFSjacb5YcUIwfG5jYg8bW9Pcr7e3y37l7VWPWlfvHowS6-ZB2nYL4Ttw-qOTQH/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679848396322928930" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fear not, he was not this calm at the end.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidG2DR4qzu6mKzqrB9-b822WOq5NuWOTgRjQl8TDg8dX7Pzmias0HDaAl6bcpwWFsMKPHcDHQNW9rr0Uu7Eyef86SenTJ2Z9rLGtMGkX0tuQ08oor1eqPyc68bsIb73Dbshrt9vGEreyBt/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidG2DR4qzu6mKzqrB9-b822WOq5NuWOTgRjQl8TDg8dX7Pzmias0HDaAl6bcpwWFsMKPHcDHQNW9rr0Uu7Eyef86SenTJ2Z9rLGtMGkX0tuQ08oor1eqPyc68bsIb73Dbshrt9vGEreyBt/s400/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679847900845989650" border="0" /></a></div>View from our balcony of our new apartment from 2 weeks ago. All the leaves are gone now.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCr8t9IbhM_WTe-507CNatgb6Y0gUEEQ4gq3qksXt01EYbVrrI22Mj2w7OchO2M59jYYoDkv7CGWOI2cxqeEHaw1N6r553FBP_s5XB4uQ2n6fgpPuiMiZ1AA3w5Tp737TMmPoUVY_hmPSg/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCr8t9IbhM_WTe-507CNatgb6Y0gUEEQ4gq3qksXt01EYbVrrI22Mj2w7OchO2M59jYYoDkv7CGWOI2cxqeEHaw1N6r553FBP_s5XB4uQ2n6fgpPuiMiZ1AA3w5Tp737TMmPoUVY_hmPSg/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679847268012611298" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking care of business before we move. He's a good helper.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKtf8_pEQ2YcyeG52rqtn0ThI8qvbfeKNovgTQ-NcMjHeyhc5to6u91dMuIG8Mj7Ui-10pQregtUbka6SH-cR1u9INDbH-mzT1ul0Kp4sLjKqzLEQdcBTsGQaB_27jQ9tTtYEuagA9kn3/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKtf8_pEQ2YcyeG52rqtn0ThI8qvbfeKNovgTQ-NcMjHeyhc5to6u91dMuIG8Mj7Ui-10pQregtUbka6SH-cR1u9INDbH-mzT1ul0Kp4sLjKqzLEQdcBTsGQaB_27jQ9tTtYEuagA9kn3/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679846854328064882" border="0" /></a>Our trip to Washington and Bill's trips to the windy city for work. They have been plentiful.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYOr74XGujX8v515keCn5Yc6NaXiC5XLfbUoT8sg4ne4IEyvKhbwGpDUUuuEYPsvBN-eOzzO7vlOuSx3H7rZC7d6IbvSZgD35HjWZZr-N07sfaqmJwdEsqNiTPpEvSHn4j3JQ6c6Ocr28/s1600/Dana+boy+heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYOr74XGujX8v515keCn5Yc6NaXiC5XLfbUoT8sg4ne4IEyvKhbwGpDUUuuEYPsvBN-eOzzO7vlOuSx3H7rZC7d6IbvSZgD35HjWZZr-N07sfaqmJwdEsqNiTPpEvSHn4j3JQ6c6Ocr28/s400/Dana+boy+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849995883153218" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been scanning pictures of Bill's family. This is one of my favorites of his Dad. It will be nice to have these little gems around.<br /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-24689533057235799192011-11-10T12:59:00.007-06:002011-11-10T13:28:04.391-06:00Boxing day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-U8fmZkDaZEtZaZcU5_Ecb8imyeK3L6kOrCvaltXS-X4v6rsx1K4k1KuvNKehNswdV5BrKj0eGMkQvvPiIW4tseaof3LVOO3uAfxX1cvJAA9a4SP0Pk52mK1LKW608sDTyCek6QAmN_ou/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+14.03+%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-U8fmZkDaZEtZaZcU5_Ecb8imyeK3L6kOrCvaltXS-X4v6rsx1K4k1KuvNKehNswdV5BrKj0eGMkQvvPiIW4tseaof3LVOO3uAfxX1cvJAA9a4SP0Pk52mK1LKW608sDTyCek6QAmN_ou/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+14.03+%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673445131307560162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">save me from this self inflicted torture, please<br /></span></div><br />I know it is early for boxing day, but it is boxing day for us. We are boxing up our apartment and moving up the street. Huzzah!<br />Why is packing soooooo hard??? I've been productive, don't worry. I put on the giant head phones and have been jamming out while I pack up my kitchen up and clean my oven.<br />I've also plucked my eye brows and straightened my hair. Curled my eye lashes and had a peanut butter and honey sandwich. The apartment is a work in progress. We have to go get more boxes, but that can't be done until the babe awakes from his nap. Alas, I'll just have to waste time with..........photo booth. Ya welcome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQngXl6saao2SI4aCDvo01nCX3QwN1-2tM4kp0Ee9fxyOfaxNzlCBlvhShwUcyePj2xdt3KRcIG_SRI-AFx9tExZmORUz62kZe9s8TsXxKbpY-M-GdbaovLiyblhUB5IFPk78vFpQ4Ufd/s1600/Photo+46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQngXl6saao2SI4aCDvo01nCX3QwN1-2tM4kp0Ee9fxyOfaxNzlCBlvhShwUcyePj2xdt3KRcIG_SRI-AFx9tExZmORUz62kZe9s8TsXxKbpY-M-GdbaovLiyblhUB5IFPk78vFpQ4Ufd/s400/Photo+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673445310100007842" border="0" /></a>This was from a previous session with photo booth. My sister, Tzeitel. Circa Oct. 2010.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-13230604977105207282011-11-07T20:57:00.005-06:002011-11-08T12:36:03.818-06:00HalloweenTis a week past Halloween, therefore, I can still post. We had a crazy Halloween this year. All I can say is "Thank you Old Navy for the $6 costume". Yep, I'm cheap, and a procrastinator. But look how cute this little chicken is. Next year, we will get our game on like our dear Cousin, he was Richard Simmons, it was a hoot. He sets a high bar.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V5lyLYWb3bAOUtAqNd3So4WjQboD5h2iyM6fwafYzvb1mimr5MwqRKPyB_qG0FkeccB_dmemDzuA0uNS5zxQfmbDPXRUW10-ZrodjhdpWCB2Ur1klckcvN7FaBEgDIx5GR4oakVzcoSR/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V5lyLYWb3bAOUtAqNd3So4WjQboD5h2iyM6fwafYzvb1mimr5MwqRKPyB_qG0FkeccB_dmemDzuA0uNS5zxQfmbDPXRUW10-ZrodjhdpWCB2Ur1klckcvN7FaBEgDIx5GR4oakVzcoSR/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672455732528979794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0foz8U-Nok6UexvHZGYmlyFeaw9YO8JCHgmM0U1KLCrfKasxuDiRHDE3x9nQt1ZT0u6cqaS0KcojDRKC__6nXIdVGdedC_b_OBS-pis3FcpX9ANXUq5Djhyphenhyphen2VrL36Fr-LI28kOw0b1PXn/s1600/DSC_0034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0foz8U-Nok6UexvHZGYmlyFeaw9YO8JCHgmM0U1KLCrfKasxuDiRHDE3x9nQt1ZT0u6cqaS0KcojDRKC__6nXIdVGdedC_b_OBS-pis3FcpX9ANXUq5Djhyphenhyphen2VrL36Fr-LI28kOw0b1PXn/s400/DSC_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672455135765945746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITjklos0plfeqQwY4p5mXPYhSf_bkt0je767anLItm-nVF5nQElAuutTAfrOwsPolcyMPG858oseM6ajs_1nEIoaykM4kqmuQLR2aWwWcQwgdmcVZR0SV3_FlAmQkHXe1ifk8yEbfj5e8/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITjklos0plfeqQwY4p5mXPYhSf_bkt0je767anLItm-nVF5nQElAuutTAfrOwsPolcyMPG858oseM6ajs_1nEIoaykM4kqmuQLR2aWwWcQwgdmcVZR0SV3_FlAmQkHXe1ifk8yEbfj5e8/s400/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672691392781883154" border="0" /></a>Can you see the struggle? Bill is trying to prevent our little chicken from crossing the road. Bahahah. You really didn't think you could get through this whole post without the obligatory chicken crossing the road joke?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-76310870770597563722011-10-24T08:24:00.003-05:002011-10-24T08:36:27.768-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcZp9mxM88bipLFQcf0C95OUQm8o4C2rhirI38vxMKsu67ck5PD0LmjyU423hgJrc0Ivk11EJ2J_2WmrpnapiZqRUyCYKuNRA19maCicvo0QJGvCZ0jdLu2PVFeurqfC-oOC_S182bol1/s1600/DSC_0133.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcZp9mxM88bipLFQcf0C95OUQm8o4C2rhirI38vxMKsu67ck5PD0LmjyU423hgJrc0Ivk11EJ2J_2WmrpnapiZqRUyCYKuNRA19maCicvo0QJGvCZ0jdLu2PVFeurqfC-oOC_S182bol1/s400/DSC_0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667050190112958898" border="0" /></a>Bill's dad passed away on Saturday.<br />We miss you and love you, Dana.<br /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-48416712619409562962011-10-17T14:10:00.005-05:002011-10-17T14:51:20.866-05:00Racing in the USAI ran a half marathon this past weekend. It was a race of many feelings. I had a great couple of months of training and was excited to put the pedal to the metal. Unfortunately, things definitely didn't go as planned. I felt great for the first half and fell apart for the second. Now this could be due to several things.<br /><br />Felt good because:<br />Lost 5 lbs by replacing my brick GPS watch with something a little more sleek and modern.<br />Trained well<br />Was ready for the pace.<br /><br />Felt bad because:<br />30 mph winds. TERRIBLE.<br />9 miles of hills...the last 4 miles weren't really downhill like they promised.<br />It just wasn't my day apparently.<br /><br />Needless to say, I'm a little disappointed and now I'm looking for redemption. You can't slave away for months on end without a good race, no?<br /><br />There was a silver lining. Despite the first 9 miles being uphill (whose bad idea was that), I dropped a minute from my 5k time and 3 minutes from my 10k time. I suppose this could have added to my demise...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ77vaCa1jqPO7cqwJk5p2PXUBgkGrpDd0XtJWk6gi_N8RQkQU3T0F05-wCirHfs7UjA6-p9KcE-uZxkA_jv7tYphJcTSWAYfSiJgmjWbtpy0Qtcj_g0gRkgQ6RoYJKaPP5olwbh7_6rg/s1600/DSC_0116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ77vaCa1jqPO7cqwJk5p2PXUBgkGrpDd0XtJWk6gi_N8RQkQU3T0F05-wCirHfs7UjA6-p9KcE-uZxkA_jv7tYphJcTSWAYfSiJgmjWbtpy0Qtcj_g0gRkgQ6RoYJKaPP5olwbh7_6rg/s400/DSC_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664544504060865954" border="0" /></a>The end of the race. I beat sports bra girl. Just goes to show that you don't have to sport the bra to beat people. Although those are the people who win. Maybe it is time to make the switch and I'll start winning? Just kidding, I won't.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWcTDsj_JrUAofqyfZSyi0iX0q5SdZNrTaWP5IUYZzFat_H5AFhmozJ59EH_wHFUXC-9KiYM5slRmYGD6Jm7eRzcDhZQH1D0T_qAwOqViFfEY46u1YGV7uRoMGkJLuyjOS6Pg43NLuiBd/s1600/DSC_0094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWcTDsj_JrUAofqyfZSyi0iX0q5SdZNrTaWP5IUYZzFat_H5AFhmozJ59EH_wHFUXC-9KiYM5slRmYGD6Jm7eRzcDhZQH1D0T_qAwOqViFfEY46u1YGV7uRoMGkJLuyjOS6Pg43NLuiBd/s400/DSC_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664545467974796738" border="0" /></a>This little turkey was a good sport, says Bill. I wouldn't know, I was suffering. I'm sure he would have rather been at home in his element (see below). But he did enjoy the endless cheering and all the puppies that were there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvxXaLRd8ZP30bP7GOS_A_FNNiRURLr8DHybQ5drSpujsOKZH-9L1W-xleu-vLVDWpMBAudtqpJfHWkryz1-L9e5c6g86LmUsGwOBMbmPE3lY_J4pu83F44DS03Fkvh_Q8qz2aq0YVp_0/s1600/IMG_0538.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvxXaLRd8ZP30bP7GOS_A_FNNiRURLr8DHybQ5drSpujsOKZH-9L1W-xleu-vLVDWpMBAudtqpJfHWkryz1-L9e5c6g86LmUsGwOBMbmPE3lY_J4pu83F44DS03Fkvh_Q8qz2aq0YVp_0/s400/IMG_0538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664546226971817858" border="0" /></a>And it wouldn't be a race report without seeing the damage that I inflicted on myself. Shield your eyes if you have a weak constitution, as this is gross. Don't say I didn't warn you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidS-7qKB1p2liCrKE7wWQKv7uzQ2Ad2urRzeQvaMQTaPukaP4xGIFrZGLXvWF3DRrbvJ6cQNdOQqw0FREd-RQtVYnG0iKWjzy9vyoA3NrNcV7Oz8jaHcVZM86hC3EDhULfs3NJeewizw0t/s1600/DSC_0120.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidS-7qKB1p2liCrKE7wWQKv7uzQ2Ad2urRzeQvaMQTaPukaP4xGIFrZGLXvWF3DRrbvJ6cQNdOQqw0FREd-RQtVYnG0iKWjzy9vyoA3NrNcV7Oz8jaHcVZM86hC3EDhULfs3NJeewizw0t/s400/DSC_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664545934399410610" border="0" /></a>My big toenail is about to come off. I taped it down for the race so that it wouldn't pop off and then dig into another toe throughout the race. But the tape left a nice little blister on the toe next to it and I have a monstrous blood blister (as you can see) on the side, plus another one on the ball of my foot. Both required multiple drainings. Nike Lunaracers look cool, but they are terrible shoes. Don't buy them.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-63337548375163108972011-09-29T11:32:00.012-05:002011-09-29T12:31:39.434-05:00Chicago Weekend<span style="font-size:85%;">*Forgive me for taking so long to document this, I've been on sabbatical from social media. For a more thorough post see <a href="http://nellymaxandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-bi-annual-girls-weekend-chicago.html">Danielle's</a>.</span><br /><br />A couple weeks ago, I was lucky enough to go to Chicago for a girls weekend. I've never done one of these before, and no surprise, it was tons of fun. It was great to catch up with old friends who live close by and who don't. And it was great to be back in the city. I'm going to say Chicago is probably one of the greatest cities ever, and of course New Yorkers will dispute that. But New Yorkers probably haven't spent much time in the Second City.<br />We had a strict itinerary that detailed our days by locations to eat at. There really wasn't a lot of activities if any included, but food was an absolute. Such as Sweet Mandy B's, Bongo Room, Bandera, Sushi Wabi. Oh I love them all. I miss you vegi burger and grilled artichoke, oh how I miss you...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSehSwLtBOUq6UbrBbRNcUTM-SUP6Qg8oVy6LXX4BLHaU8EgBUzJFGk0v59ZAyuGvLjEvDEIhRCmQ5i_FL_xR3vyJobCis3_G2TntwsXL4QJITgawhOJv2InwB23jcfBWKn4TpBNFGhZjy/s1600/SAM_0780.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSehSwLtBOUq6UbrBbRNcUTM-SUP6Qg8oVy6LXX4BLHaU8EgBUzJFGk0v59ZAyuGvLjEvDEIhRCmQ5i_FL_xR3vyJobCis3_G2TntwsXL4QJITgawhOJv2InwB23jcfBWKn4TpBNFGhZjy/s400/SAM_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657821604158610402" border="0" /></a>We did manage a few activities such as dinner with friends in Hyde Park. Best of both worlds friends + dinner= happiness. I'm starting to sound like a fatty, all this talk of food.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkYbq7cyj-gcQMCDW8KWO34dVN54NZconMhr5X1jSQF37Iw_y3Js8LY9NY6EXq-BnApo0H0QKXjwQlRO8sIppjhq0drbKGvhuEarBYipgr2HHX7PE0JbvISRMlMQL-_-A1UDISTMlqaDG/s1600/SAM_0793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkYbq7cyj-gcQMCDW8KWO34dVN54NZconMhr5X1jSQF37Iw_y3Js8LY9NY6EXq-BnApo0H0QKXjwQlRO8sIppjhq0drbKGvhuEarBYipgr2HHX7PE0JbvISRMlMQL-_-A1UDISTMlqaDG/s400/SAM_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657825612115828466" border="0" /></a>After the dinner party, a few of us brave (crazies) decided it would be so fun to go skinny dipping in Lake Michigan. Sadly, the waves were crashing against the rocks at the Point and we decided it would be better to just dip and pass on the skinny. But it was fun and crazy anyway. Thanks Katie for making it happen, and Hammond's, wish you could have made it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMt36JNMhLbzGKJ4MgfE-CEkF_L2kq-D9F4tQ5MkJk4dZY6h1_cxLicOOc3Ftn8CN3zzFbZm2Mi7FLwp0iJW_NxavN8vCBaAfs_YewbZFrfioixGD2qw8TsHr5viaqZc6nEtwenPD8rbGF/s1600/SAM_0806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMt36JNMhLbzGKJ4MgfE-CEkF_L2kq-D9F4tQ5MkJk4dZY6h1_cxLicOOc3Ftn8CN3zzFbZm2Mi7FLwp0iJW_NxavN8vCBaAfs_YewbZFrfioixGD2qw8TsHr5viaqZc6nEtwenPD8rbGF/s400/SAM_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657824533759872786" border="0" /></a>We made it back down to HP for church and a quick trip to one of my favorite places in the whole world, Hyde Park produce. Why is the place so good? Because it is cheap, has great food, carries Boar's Head meats, my favorite Mammer wafers, and good crusty breads.<br />The ward was awesome. So different, but great to be in a familiar place again. I'd forgotten how loud that ward is, but then I remember some of the conversations I listed to during sacrament meeting, such as how great McDonald's cheese burgers are vs the salads and other random conversations. I guess all the "whispered" conversations aren't very whispered. Did anyone else get to experience these gems from Willy?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsC-_irvzWfM5qTMKN4oo6ghD7JKGkDUvM7NMgyuufj6nWiifzhYYF3443sEJ4N9vkoqtvPSoMZfP9SqwXJONBWl9DicVB-7Ho1KJrKXaDrnIYMaQMIIXKu6H2UIiirddOBQeNWY6P3x3/s1600/SAM_0809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsC-_irvzWfM5qTMKN4oo6ghD7JKGkDUvM7NMgyuufj6nWiifzhYYF3443sEJ4N9vkoqtvPSoMZfP9SqwXJONBWl9DicVB-7Ho1KJrKXaDrnIYMaQMIIXKu6H2UIiirddOBQeNWY6P3x3/s400/SAM_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657825315258968066" border="0" /></a>We got a pedicure and shopped till there was no money left to shop with. It think it was a very successful girls weekend. Thanks husbands for making it happen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgArtmUxTA8-iK_6dCXAWJmrrZ6lUTgq8AABC9Xj3iPGxEDGbugpOaSw_fqcSkFjmcK8C0cX2BaWljSvjnCwi07e1pIK3CQ9ut-SK1sv3keClAxc2YvjPoowUmYqwRT5CXlTv2vGD1KhH/s1600/pedi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgArtmUxTA8-iK_6dCXAWJmrrZ6lUTgq8AABC9Xj3iPGxEDGbugpOaSw_fqcSkFjmcK8C0cX2BaWljSvjnCwi07e1pIK3CQ9ut-SK1sv3keClAxc2YvjPoowUmYqwRT5CXlTv2vGD1KhH/s400/pedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657823554450363298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40ddor80ztM3kBDTYLQD11RQ2-OV162FFoMSYVDUxFQRsB3eVksbhdjErpQcx2YA2wCFr8PRias52drYL14G1FyWdBlqiKjs_3eggSr5rjkVmj5fBEDkTdhknOjkqXetNjvDTqGEWZZ-3/s1600/chicago+bridge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40ddor80ztM3kBDTYLQD11RQ2-OV162FFoMSYVDUxFQRsB3eVksbhdjErpQcx2YA2wCFr8PRias52drYL14G1FyWdBlqiKjs_3eggSr5rjkVmj5fBEDkTdhknOjkqXetNjvDTqGEWZZ-3/s400/chicago+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657824131407751570" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-77695876968190567242011-09-13T13:10:00.007-05:002011-09-13T13:34:57.232-05:00Good Food TuesdayI'm declaring today good food Tuesday, because I ate this yummy sandwich for lunch and it is all I can think about right now. Let me tell you about it so you too and enjoy the last bit of freshness that is summer. Because this sandwich tastes like summer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnX76Q0ItYu7YBPo_4iA4tqHVKJy65f8aidYYvl6825qimZ4yPyRCxNAsuJS4_bSMDXAkgvp6eXgNLL9JMLXHqK2J0kEn6G5990IzclRppYcqDbmBBOrzD4O-L_ZFCV4Cz0ZHnNicfZx-w/s1600/SAM_0757.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnX76Q0ItYu7YBPo_4iA4tqHVKJy65f8aidYYvl6825qimZ4yPyRCxNAsuJS4_bSMDXAkgvp6eXgNLL9JMLXHqK2J0kEn6G5990IzclRppYcqDbmBBOrzD4O-L_ZFCV4Cz0ZHnNicfZx-w/s400/SAM_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651909740322417602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu62w_nHrzvQsqCckAWbfQdcVZHUJCNOXHdGljlhkyISSJACoK5XOcmY_sgggTiu8VVLH2V8Me3x_dru5DQn9Ct489GXu_o5U7lFnegUUMj9UhGPNWvhPeg_BqE2D84OHaOpBJKlKhyphenhyphenSQe/s1600/SAM_0761.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu62w_nHrzvQsqCckAWbfQdcVZHUJCNOXHdGljlhkyISSJACoK5XOcmY_sgggTiu8VVLH2V8Me3x_dru5DQn9Ct489GXu_o5U7lFnegUUMj9UhGPNWvhPeg_BqE2D84OHaOpBJKlKhyphenhyphenSQe/s400/SAM_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651909498723705074" border="0" /></a>It is so easy. It has no name, at least that I know of. Correct me if there is a name, please?<br />Here is what you need:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sourdough<br />Fried egg, from my chickens in my backyard of course.<br />Tomato<br />Avocado<br />Bacon<br />Spinach (should you desire a vegetable in the sandwich)<br />Mozzarella cheese<br /></div><br />Toast your bread, add a little bit of mayo and layer it on. Give a little shake of some salt and pepper and voila. I heart this sandwich so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLX7QjBHifRkvmo47xa2zJ8DpCJeICYUHsvK8DGi5kjmwXCc59sabeG33fIuCdajteBrm05qi_rucYyaHJWDk-5RdheLK3c14zPQAVE7knc_gf-29Vju9KAJDHHxLMRLSqg8u6Ve0s4IPj/s1600/SAM_0764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLX7QjBHifRkvmo47xa2zJ8DpCJeICYUHsvK8DGi5kjmwXCc59sabeG33fIuCdajteBrm05qi_rucYyaHJWDk-5RdheLK3c14zPQAVE7knc_gf-29Vju9KAJDHHxLMRLSqg8u6Ve0s4IPj/s400/SAM_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651908795054538658" border="0" /></a>And last but not least, dearest Cass. Asher has gone down from a nap so Cass feels like he can emerge from his hiding spot in the laundry. Good thing I did whites yesterday, so that a hiding place could exist. Now on to the colors.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-27575536368572188042011-09-07T10:07:00.015-05:002011-09-07T12:37:51.698-05:00BostonWe took a quick trip to Boston last week as a last hurrah before Bill returns to the firm. Why Boston, because we love that city. I realized that this was our 4th trip there together. Plus it is an hour plane ride. Puerto Rico would take 7 hours of traveling, and there were hurricanes. But like I said, we LOVE Boston.<br />So we hopped on a plane and had the smoothest ride possible with a 17 month old. Thank you match box cars, and thank you Paige for the idea. They provided hours of entertainment.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6q7n2-hTAXosnU-MVsa3F8rbecCcyC4-cbIl7kwQf0rDkJeMhSsLPQaP6IK0eqjfag7XW3asPGzqMdgNhNZZ2oXtbrghnH84pWb0hszuOkN4ZevPOOfWOU8EDqw3MJ_hCp9Rv_KJnd-u/s1600/313907_2027126036740_1201733442_31926263_595762_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6q7n2-hTAXosnU-MVsa3F8rbecCcyC4-cbIl7kwQf0rDkJeMhSsLPQaP6IK0eqjfag7XW3asPGzqMdgNhNZZ2oXtbrghnH84pWb0hszuOkN4ZevPOOfWOU8EDqw3MJ_hCp9Rv_KJnd-u/s400/313907_2027126036740_1201733442_31926263_595762_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649653357234005394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznkHWMnsMCRrHn46njJrkiRaXQbnhzDl3azRwiQnc-X2tS8PwdhTug0UiO0qVmVJ7j5uuHqlxU3ublEO14W3IKmMd0bNhFU1uM2lNLD2waSzQsJzjGlfhS1_AdiNwjemTapBjY13ckHNd/s1600/DSC_0015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznkHWMnsMCRrHn46njJrkiRaXQbnhzDl3azRwiQnc-X2tS8PwdhTug0UiO0qVmVJ7j5uuHqlxU3ublEO14W3IKmMd0bNhFU1uM2lNLD2waSzQsJzjGlfhS1_AdiNwjemTapBjY13ckHNd/s400/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649647596182017362" border="0" /></a>We attempted to take a ferry out to one of the islands around Boston, but alas, they don't go to that island on Fridays. Whatever. Luckily, the boardwalk was entertaining and the aquarium was right there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2hpRPD6loBECq2BDNChRY1nDpjL6X4tcN9kP8zRhpWqeuosprcu0OricJlAUWlrrUE2R3nfkTf_gZssOmdlsh2-5OKbAjKCoUE49PTn-91wByx5ASDo0fGSSE9ucPNyAiDZ8wGadxpVY/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2hpRPD6loBECq2BDNChRY1nDpjL6X4tcN9kP8zRhpWqeuosprcu0OricJlAUWlrrUE2R3nfkTf_gZssOmdlsh2-5OKbAjKCoUE49PTn-91wByx5ASDo0fGSSE9ucPNyAiDZ8wGadxpVY/s400/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649647065297673330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8J2tqT25IYzw0NudrLBxcGfBgVQeQ2ybk4Czwyme6gjF0F6HnKN7F8a5Bk8vJG-2Ccve9CtQjguQNxROYMaN8I4gVnbKvmRWuVucRVBsPoZ4JxcIRQtDs2cAo3W7lMTQBk79tom4EP-TM/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8J2tqT25IYzw0NudrLBxcGfBgVQeQ2ybk4Czwyme6gjF0F6HnKN7F8a5Bk8vJG-2Ccve9CtQjguQNxROYMaN8I4gVnbKvmRWuVucRVBsPoZ4JxcIRQtDs2cAo3W7lMTQBk79tom4EP-TM/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649645229779666754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhha9_PGtA1en1P2k6b71o7R8A7pO7lWWtbKfrbkOw5u8UNVLmjVK69d2gR63Ngjl0OlTC5YKJ7b5iBlpk3bat_xhyynhNzQKvcBjPgOpatJgxJjZE1ptpOHK9cBYwngW3LOzfNsRuNCMBx/s1600/DSC_0030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhha9_PGtA1en1P2k6b71o7R8A7pO7lWWtbKfrbkOw5u8UNVLmjVK69d2gR63Ngjl0OlTC5YKJ7b5iBlpk3bat_xhyynhNzQKvcBjPgOpatJgxJjZE1ptpOHK9cBYwngW3LOzfNsRuNCMBx/s400/DSC_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649643777281763618" border="0" /></a>We all loved the aquarium. I was surprised that Asher enjoyed it as much as he did.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQQQftgKjBSsqKUX22swQ2xiLrirGpsC-pmZ2iOTf1C9aF6yPtMgwz3ewUjrvSWLWVTkogaEj91I2lPNADEO1Tz7XE21_pFYLWt_O-mxhLEgZESVLvGdUsWJqKqxUZgr6Q1AAdvYCg6W7/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQQQftgKjBSsqKUX22swQ2xiLrirGpsC-pmZ2iOTf1C9aF6yPtMgwz3ewUjrvSWLWVTkogaEj91I2lPNADEO1Tz7XE21_pFYLWt_O-mxhLEgZESVLvGdUsWJqKqxUZgr6Q1AAdvYCg6W7/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649642461810613186" border="0" /></a>Of course, that evening, we had to go to the famous Pizzeria Regina in the North End for some delicious pizza and Mike's Pastry for the BEST whoopie pies in the country. Trust me, I've tried a lot. No one compares, not even the Amish's. I ate every last bite, all 2000+ calories of it. Be still my soul. (Bill had the chocolate fudge cupcake, also delicious.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0VHBhETfugRVK5wpVL6_cEu1AZidPqcT9uJFQUQCqKRA8iTEMmUNwgAsH3w9lXVCG7U3vAPGF5Ycog9x382dDbJznV9oapN3LjTZUmewwGa4_ZlyrUQoMkFvWcdf8CzCvI-hfYqALUf4/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0VHBhETfugRVK5wpVL6_cEu1AZidPqcT9uJFQUQCqKRA8iTEMmUNwgAsH3w9lXVCG7U3vAPGF5Ycog9x382dDbJznV9oapN3LjTZUmewwGa4_ZlyrUQoMkFvWcdf8CzCvI-hfYqALUf4/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649643286301924306" border="0" /></a>The next day, I had a hankering for pirating. So we headed over to the USS Constitution (aka Old Ironsides). <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDTZ7hdqRrjpfUTI_OeZWFYSLXWuunR6-nIpsxh_9reXaaeMfyRupD1p3IeYiUo7g9B-84WYoLQUuSXmsK6A1rnWvJ72BsmY3kmd_4Fbh0_sCynT-ltftpzjUqJJYutodrUZbJq1h_EE5/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDTZ7hdqRrjpfUTI_OeZWFYSLXWuunR6-nIpsxh_9reXaaeMfyRupD1p3IeYiUo7g9B-84WYoLQUuSXmsK6A1rnWvJ72BsmY3kmd_4Fbh0_sCynT-ltftpzjUqJJYutodrUZbJq1h_EE5/s400/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649641255168678034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpCEPDm7FEASZxSrnMimhmjiQhh6njv9_YNdPegAoezdpQ7AQaRib5PpsVTPwwgoeZFWS7z266alN-80wJI9lclGj7acVEPL_iq-qN1lfg-VLvC2rMtULsJ2Q6bBeNi2RvHCLhQ7mNZ9m/s1600/DSC_0079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpCEPDm7FEASZxSrnMimhmjiQhh6njv9_YNdPegAoezdpQ7AQaRib5PpsVTPwwgoeZFWS7z266alN-80wJI9lclGj7acVEPL_iq-qN1lfg-VLvC2rMtULsJ2Q6bBeNi2RvHCLhQ7mNZ9m/s400/DSC_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649639549154370450" border="0" /></a>And alas, of all the trips we've made to this grand city, we'd never made it to a Red Sox game. But we made it this time and had a ball. This was also Asher's first baseball game.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwmn2UJUXDWO2AX2OVq-f7Lz96k0XZpih1lIPhtXEYe7tqmr96Du67fFggdwAESovPGSbzUHMo_Scpew4xmvkwKYYkoLtZXm7j4q7hXQ6eza2ICapM1LwsYTvt_qU9yf9XwvG6KJpDGN1/s1600/DSC_0125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwmn2UJUXDWO2AX2OVq-f7Lz96k0XZpih1lIPhtXEYe7tqmr96Du67fFggdwAESovPGSbzUHMo_Scpew4xmvkwKYYkoLtZXm7j4q7hXQ6eza2ICapM1LwsYTvt_qU9yf9XwvG6KJpDGN1/s400/DSC_0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649637345987802610" border="0" /></a>Dare I admit that we had such a good time, I'm almost ready to become a Red Sox fan?? I've been to see the Royals, White Sox, and the Nationals and non of the fans love their team as much as Red Sox fans. It was awesome. (Don't hate on the Royals, they are awesome.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN03yQ15OyLZ66DeoNavqWy8Mrmvo5ThyphenhyphenmOVdY2hul2lcKNZ0gr_5e_RzIhKPOeBUSEhD1KCyYRBJl2YALtDuhIHtNx-kDs3LaP-sLZl6UTJlQjnfiTzJwzPcbTXZnBkwXsEyj_socuSYk/s1600/DSC_0134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN03yQ15OyLZ66DeoNavqWy8Mrmvo5ThyphenhyphenmOVdY2hul2lcKNZ0gr_5e_RzIhKPOeBUSEhD1KCyYRBJl2YALtDuhIHtNx-kDs3LaP-sLZl6UTJlQjnfiTzJwzPcbTXZnBkwXsEyj_socuSYk/s400/DSC_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649636942448549298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02gTy80mrrMXyPFqxZq3gG1lfc7WF098u2mEdrMXNq-Zz6UjIwDZ577xeh0S84OilAtrQV8wOe2tkWI4eV_fkeLK4xUqxA2FOHO7WVCOy2UWZQQ1J3I3BEdaIpCqY8QLWqX1BljLbJgay/s1600/DSC_0168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02gTy80mrrMXyPFqxZq3gG1lfc7WF098u2mEdrMXNq-Zz6UjIwDZ577xeh0S84OilAtrQV8wOe2tkWI4eV_fkeLK4xUqxA2FOHO7WVCOy2UWZQQ1J3I3BEdaIpCqY8QLWqX1BljLbJgay/s400/DSC_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649635272981254594" border="0" /></a>Someone explain to me how Asher could sit through 3 hours of baseball (first 6 innings) just fine, but not even an hour for sacrament? He did love all the cheering, he felt like a superstar. Of course the crowd was cheering for him, not the home runs that brought the score to 12-3. Poor Rangers.<br />And now we are back in DC. It is raining and we are stuck inside. Boo. And Bill is at work. Here we go, I guess this is the rest of our life. No more limbo of when the real world starts. This is it.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-13659759701470898322011-08-29T09:54:00.004-05:002011-08-29T09:59:50.117-05:00Tropical Storm Irene<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpE6_aTUttT7QSnxrMfc8d5YM-wmlPzAWiOaPctCWxuT86zU9eutzvR89eTB7Yo9zz3rd9mPbRs6lA4YBTtxt9LVPZQJdVUbWc_X_RPBMhQUIb-R5I_ThAHvQTaWDaSbNn09zv2zgjsd5/s1600/SAM_0737.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpE6_aTUttT7QSnxrMfc8d5YM-wmlPzAWiOaPctCWxuT86zU9eutzvR89eTB7Yo9zz3rd9mPbRs6lA4YBTtxt9LVPZQJdVUbWc_X_RPBMhQUIb-R5I_ThAHvQTaWDaSbNn09zv2zgjsd5/s400/SAM_0737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646291875582483410" border="0" /></a>We were prepared for Irene. Apparently, she wasn't prepared for us. More hype than harm.
<br />Are we done with natural disasters for a while?
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-16449323812295809692011-08-27T11:43:00.009-05:002011-08-27T21:58:09.531-05:00Crazy WeekI don't know if you've heard but we have had a crazy week here on the east coast. First, I've had these two little turkeys all week. Of course I had Asher, but we had cousin as well. The boys have a pretty good time together. Of course there has been a little bit of toy stealing, but that is to be expected, no? Sharing the red firetruck is so hard.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmkNBGyys_ORJtHk0331o_ueBj6m4toURsBrp1kOzGP2pnW79EfqevzPlzqkvRXnFkFZw-Yrh4YklBYjEMorjRKY57EE4jyguq-GVFzEVk5cK3hbSywX_cF6XNWo3zCZfntEygofMgteT/s1600/SAM_0730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmkNBGyys_ORJtHk0331o_ueBj6m4toURsBrp1kOzGP2pnW79EfqevzPlzqkvRXnFkFZw-Yrh4YklBYjEMorjRKY57EE4jyguq-GVFzEVk5cK3hbSywX_cF6XNWo3zCZfntEygofMgteT/s400/SAM_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645578090685310674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcaeIknyZHGaXW0VFfMdb1BRkLtpGig_pPb5U5_acQkx3aFQA5flUvYAOfPZ4ouxuPKKlvijhWP-cZ_tqkzKGDcxU5z0HKeEbNeINyjmZFkwbUEBoBVI5v9Ad4yaZOFcTAIv_xdL32MJW/s1600/SAM_0322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcaeIknyZHGaXW0VFfMdb1BRkLtpGig_pPb5U5_acQkx3aFQA5flUvYAOfPZ4ouxuPKKlvijhWP-cZ_tqkzKGDcxU5z0HKeEbNeINyjmZFkwbUEBoBVI5v9Ad4yaZOFcTAIv_xdL32MJW/s400/SAM_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645579478296747906" border="0" /></a>This picture might refresh your memory, here they are together at the ripe old age of 4 months (Asher) and 6 weeks (Cousin). They were so tiny. I like them!
<br />They didn't share a crib, but Asher feels like his crib is so fun and bouncy, so Cousin had to give it a try too. And try out Asher's binki, in case it tastes better than his own.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcYY418AvqHCWlFwPBkgUR4fy78-7Kkvnddy_GXcY6pSQeR-vvKcRgqSxQ97ZH187REyPm10OjkgTnlJx6m4JEwomE3F479kuALbH6KSLLO9g6GxxjQ2ttL76MC2JZu5gw1ZOc54ErwqG/s1600/SAM_0732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcYY418AvqHCWlFwPBkgUR4fy78-7Kkvnddy_GXcY6pSQeR-vvKcRgqSxQ97ZH187REyPm10OjkgTnlJx6m4JEwomE3F479kuALbH6KSLLO9g6GxxjQ2ttL76MC2JZu5gw1ZOc54ErwqG/s400/SAM_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645578355085353970" border="0" /></a>Anyway, these two boys kept me busy. Applause to all you mom's of twins or more.
<br />So like I said, we were full of excitement around here. On Tuesday, we had a nice little earthquake. It was scary. Bill, the native Californian, didn't blink and eye. Although he did say it was the longest earthquake he has ever been in.
<br />Here is the breakdown (if you care to know):
<br />Boys are down for a nap. I'm brushing the cat in the kitchen. I feel a little rumble and walk over the balcony because I think it is just wind. Low and behold, the trees aren't moving. Then the real quake starts and I start running to the bedrooms where the boys are. I could see the walls moving, the book shelves swaying and things are falling off the shelves as I run by. I even managed to catch a vase. I am thinking to myself, "get to the bath tub".
<br />(I'm a native Midwesterner. We grew up with tornado drills and you run to bathtub, I was only acting on my natural instinct, too bad it was the wrong natural disaster). Anyway, I make it to the bathroom door by the time the rumbling stops. The boys are awake and crying. Cousin had a baseball land in his crib, but no harm. Asher was fine.
<br />Point is, it was scary. Cell phone lines were jammed. Only form of communication is email and facebook. Dang that social media, it really is handy. And I will say, it is nice to have a data plan on my cell phone.
<br />The end, all family was fine and accounted for.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKBSVhIXiBTFaoc7sEbOX-AkBkRH4rJp2eoH50gLlJ34dnjT4XF0NpfyhNW6nCfife69qQqibsf2jUDeCQsspo6oq8yJqwmIv0KmCkvtqNZcS123rsEydGl2VimjpWgBceqz9w44GKGWS/s1600/SAM_0726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKBSVhIXiBTFaoc7sEbOX-AkBkRH4rJp2eoH50gLlJ34dnjT4XF0NpfyhNW6nCfife69qQqibsf2jUDeCQsspo6oq8yJqwmIv0KmCkvtqNZcS123rsEydGl2VimjpWgBceqz9w44GKGWS/s400/SAM_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645583936408041234" border="0" /></a>We did have a tornado of little boys. They can make quite the mess...really fast.
<br />And now, as I type this, we are experiencing tropical storm Irene, I'm glad we don't have the full hurricane to deal with. So fun. I'm just praying we don't lose power, or water.
<br />So there you have it, a week of excitement with 3 natural disasters.
<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718158551153649068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946917963728610411.post-83085422992446081172011-08-19T09:49:00.008-05:002011-08-19T13:47:17.043-05:00Weavers in Real Life
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8riQETzCEWjnPacNLl6xCO6XSL-flwn4lTqnuGF8pTmtwesWu4fGxFUbHjN-kp7E0jNGh4a3loNhx2-D83wVnI7StPWNg9lufFq_7pTd0wfKsHKMuLxHqNLs2kocWX-Zli7iR5kQLa8g/s1600/IMG_4569.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8riQETzCEWjnPacNLl6xCO6XSL-flwn4lTqnuGF8pTmtwesWu4fGxFUbHjN-kp7E0jNGh4a3loNhx2-D83wVnI7StPWNg9lufFq_7pTd0wfKsHKMuLxHqNLs2kocWX-Zli7iR5kQLa8g/s400/IMG_4569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642633296079540722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Us in real life
<br />My sister was kind enough to take this picture mid-sitting down. Looks like we are, well you can guess what I was going to say.</span>
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<br /></div>So I've been told that my blog doesn't really give an accurate picture of what our life is really like. Since you asked, I'll tell you.
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<br /><ul><li>Up until 2 days ago, my side of the bedroom was covered in dirty clothes. Much of which were sweaty crusty running clothes. Bill's side on the other hand was nice and tidy, as always.</li><li>I wanted to sign Asher up for a music class, but they are really expensive, especially for a 16 month old. So instead, we are doing our own music class. I'm enriching my son with the likes of Bob Dylan and Brandon Flowers. He'll thank me later. I'm still thanking my brother for a music education consisting of Pink Floyd, The Cure, and R.E.M.
<br /></li><li>We are in freak out mode around here, Bill resumes firm life in 2.5 weeks and counting. I'm probably freaking out more than he is. Okay, it's all me. I'm scared.</li><li>My car trunk is a storage unit for strollers. We currently have 3 in there. Usually just two, but a third has been added while we babysit our nephew next week.</li><li>I LOVE to eat out side, Bill hates eating outside.</li><li>My house is a disaster until 5 minutes before I go pick up Bill from the Metro. Then I rush around and pick up every duplo, dvd, stray cheerio and car and make the house look like we live in a museum. I try really hard anyway.</li><li>I miss being able to go to the bathroom with the door closed. Or by myself. Is 2 minutes really too much to ask?</li><li>I want to buy <a href="http://www.umishoes.com/shop/style/35003.html">these</a> shoes (in chocolate) for Asher. But alas, he will grow out of them before he ever wears them enough to justify the price. </li><li>I get weirded out when old people come over and "pet" Asher when we are out and about. I just pray that they don't want to hold him because this little pumpkin is big enough to take home a blue ribbon at the county fair. He is definitely a healthy little boy.</li><li>The drama between Asher and Cass never ends. I'm always having to protect the cat.</li><li>According to Asher, we have a At named Ass. He can say car, I don't know why he can't say cat or Cass. Maybe he is calling Cass what he thinks he really is.</li><li>I had to kill a giant spider the other night while Bill was out of town. I dry heaved 4 times by the time I killed it and cleaned up the guts that had squirted out. It was sick. I prefer to save those jobs for the man of the house.</li><li>Lastly, I hate sweeping. Our apartment has all "wood" floors. Keeping the floors nice is not something I excel at. Give me carpet any day (except in the kitchen and dining room).</li></ul>
<br /><ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgbnH7Td3qUPPRnJfscd19bsNKWU3X7MRt-V8SOepHnjULM5EtuzLATz-Q9NTcHlape00H0vJ4Gsv903nVrX8vEsMa3Yha8AZGtXMkVFXocwDAOk1ad0NH30GDUWaPes7t3XOVdySyhbK/s1600/IMG_4623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgbnH7Td3qUPPRnJfscd19bsNKWU3X7MRt-V8SOepHnjULM5EtuzLATz-Q9NTcHlape00H0vJ4Gsv903nVrX8vEsMa3Yha8AZGtXMkVFXocwDAOk1ad0NH30GDUWaPes7t3XOVdySyhbK/s400/IMG_4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642638061224721554" border="0" /></a></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Another less than perfect picture, no one is looking at the camera. Playing with sand is apparently really interesting.
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