tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294810912024-03-06T23:39:49.242-06:00KRUF & TEUF STUFFAll about our fabulous little imps, Kieran Rustin and Teagan Eleanor, and a little about their mom and dad, too.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-34514192815317723552011-08-29T11:05:00.000-05:002011-08-29T11:05:50.280-05:00Turning Over a New LeafOh, poor, neglected blog (and blog readers). I apologize for my absence (but not really, because not blogging meant I was actually simplifying and prioritizing my life). <br />
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In any case, I hope to get back into blogging more frequently and consistently now that some things have changed in our lives. I'm not teaching right now (and probably won't this entire year) so my schedule is more flexible, and little KRUF has started school!! These two things mean I have a lot more free time to try to keep up with the whole blogging thing. My next post will likely be about K's first day of school, but until then I'll leave you with this updated family photo taken this morning outside of K's classroom. <br />
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Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-39046641264975474592009-12-25T20:21:00.001-06:002009-12-25T20:38:36.271-06:00Christmas '09I know, I know. I don't post often enough on this blog. Sorry. My life is crazy. I taught five classes (FIVE!) this past semester, have two kids under the age of four, my husband is a full-time doctoral student in physics, and I am working on getting over my obsession with having a clean house (but it's a work in progress). Anyway, I know I have been super lame about posting pictures this year. Join facebook and friend me if you haven't already, and you'll get some updated pictures occasionally... <br />
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</div>The holiday season this year has been the most fun since we've had kids. They both totally understand and were into the holiday traditions and activities this year. Of course, it was sad to once again be apart for our families this year, but it was so great to have a quiet and leisurely day with our own little family this morning, especially since this was the first year that Kieran really understood and was excited about Christmas morning. The quiet and leisurely day would just not have been an option if we were in Virginia since our holidays there were always so insane, rushing from one family to the next on Christmas day. I could only imagine how crazy it would be lugging two extremely overstimulated kids along for the ride...<br />
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</div>Once he realized that he wasn't dreaming and that there were all of those presents under the tree, he was pretty excited! His big eyes here attest to that fact. Little did he know that he would have to wait another hour and a half before he could start to open those presents because he had to wait for his sister to wake up. Thank goodness for stockings with binoculars and two lollipops, as well as for the film Polar Express, which helped him wait a little more patiently.<br />
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</div>This is the now annual Ullrich-Ferguson family photo in front of the holiday tree. I love these pictures!<br />
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</div>This is Kieran giving Teagan his present for her. He was SO excited to give it to her!<br />
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</div>Teagan got a tea set, which she ADORES! I wasn't sure she would know what to do with it, but she opened it right up and started pouring a drink for herself and then sipping out of the cup. SO cute! <br />
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</div>Kieran has been begging for a bowling game ever since he played at his friend Nathaniel's house. He was beyond delighted to receive a set for the holidays.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Teag got a cradle for her babies (and a new baby, too) from my parents. She has been loving on that doll and putting her babies in the cradle off and on all day long. I have a feeling this gift will get a lot of use during her childhood. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> This series of pictures is hysterical. As I mentioned before, Kieran was more than willing to help everyone open their gifts because he wanted to see what everyone was getting. Here he is, helping Teagan opening one of her gifts. As you can see, he starts out by asking her something with just a couple of fingers on the package. This quickly devolves into...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I don't think he was impressed with the glittery purple fairy/butterfly wings, wand and ponytail holders. Teagan, however, was clearly happy about this gift. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm outta here!" <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> And here's the sweet little fairy princess with her wings to round out this part of the post.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy holidays to you all. I'll try to post more pics soon but I make no promises... <br />
</div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-19827330678650304742009-03-18T15:28:00.003-05:002009-03-18T15:50:18.518-05:00The Wearing 'O The GreenBetter late than never, right?<br /><br />Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, so of course we got all decked out in our green to celebrate our Irish heritage. (Need I remind you of my children's names?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHomVSG8kdglC5qKj0djGgI7WUy3im11bXUxQsyrEoxxoE7q25FRHaeVQQyGqrGcXCId7nJQK_0S1d7eUXiiPhfkJZ1SqU79trZjKme73iDJfQxVH_7IRZmn0KGFgW1wpCDAAA/s1600-h/P1040749.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHomVSG8kdglC5qKj0djGgI7WUy3im11bXUxQsyrEoxxoE7q25FRHaeVQQyGqrGcXCId7nJQK_0S1d7eUXiiPhfkJZ1SqU79trZjKme73iDJfQxVH_7IRZmn0KGFgW1wpCDAAA/s320/P1040749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314629719409875522" border="0" /></a>David has been gone since Sunday morning before any of us awoke, so it has been a really laid back week. I thought about making <a href="http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/2007/03/vegan-corned-beef-and-cabbage-roasted.html">vegan corned "beef" and cabbage</a>, but it was just too much to tackle with the kidlets, so maybe we'll make it this weekend. I did end up making these awesome <a href="http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/2009/03/colcannon-puffs.html">potato and kale puffs</a>. The kids love them (although I did have to tell Kieran that they were just like french fries to get him to eat them), and they will definitely be a part of our rotation (albeit with less salt than the recipe calls for).<br /><br />St. Patrick's is always an interesting and happy holiday for me, not just because of the Irish heritage, but also because that was my mom's due date with me, but I waited another week to join the family. This year it was especially exciting because it marked the start of the last week I'll spend in my 20s!!<br /><br />Hope you all had a great St. Patty's Day!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-25687951706737923072009-01-13T23:30:00.002-06:002009-01-14T00:31:46.948-06:00One Year Old!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxTdmZ90_pn7BW8Di6t-jiBPpth_siKLkiYozXVLeUG2lY1Uty2D3Qr-ZAFIuhUnv5DTN0K8verUgFMRP-z6MWBMVQN8qx9lNpqT3WJPXD2nT5WHXqbUoP9zWmhcYs1MRBh8F/s1600-h/P1040726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxTdmZ90_pn7BW8Di6t-jiBPpth_siKLkiYozXVLeUG2lY1Uty2D3Qr-ZAFIuhUnv5DTN0K8verUgFMRP-z6MWBMVQN8qx9lNpqT3WJPXD2nT5WHXqbUoP9zWmhcYs1MRBh8F/s320/P1040726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024565647514898" border="0" /></a>Today Teagan turned one year old. I cannot believe that she is already one! It seems like it was just yesterday that <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/introducing-teagan-eleanor-ullrich.html">she was</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-teagans-birth.html">born</a>! <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-home-from-hospital-teagans-first.html">So</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-month-update.html">much</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/aggie-becky-and-big-cut.html">has</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-t.html">happened</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/teuf-kruf-update.html">in</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-famous.html">the</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother-of-all-picture-posts.html">past</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-t-beach-baby-extraordinaire.html">year</a>, and <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/snoozing-and-snuggling.html">we </a><a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-teagan-on-daddy-shoulders.html">have</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-i-should-rename-this-blog.html">loved</a> <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-think-my-heart-might-just.html">every</a> minute of it!<br /><br />Tonight we took it easy and had a small celebration at home. It was, after all, my first day back at EIU for the spring semester. Despite the low-key celebration, the birthday girl had an awesome time. She gobbled up the corn chowder and beer bread we had for dinner, and wanted to feed herself. She wants so desperately to do everything for herself, just like her big brother (who quite honestly would be just as happy to have us do just about everything for him lol).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When it came time for cake, Teagan loved being able to sink her hands into the yummy frosting and smear it all over the place. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mDbsDS11QwHZPnNBRR0iXWz_D5unBlmlIaL8-UHHnFj9IM5Dno4hAiWpJWCkuCUOqP0RNz8YbaalzqmrIaUEqJq-RAOihn1GyoQxnIBPR8R-ruxXvgwhHQ29bgkxAaPnftso/s1600-h/P1040732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mDbsDS11QwHZPnNBRR0iXWz_D5unBlmlIaL8-UHHnFj9IM5Dno4hAiWpJWCkuCUOqP0RNz8YbaalzqmrIaUEqJq-RAOihn1GyoQxnIBPR8R-ruxXvgwhHQ29bgkxAaPnftso/s320/P1040732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024569233910946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvSOgJOh85WJBzGKpmHO5Xt75rK649b1m9skoIA9TwZbbhaUpeZfTdC4jio1BnMqZfMnlDktDZkKns6CreWCJEbU5VHTe_I3QZWjKqmRCDIfMWJLO-dc8kxNqVcKFtnsgGNIQ/s1600-h/P1040734.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvSOgJOh85WJBzGKpmHO5Xt75rK649b1m9skoIA9TwZbbhaUpeZfTdC4jio1BnMqZfMnlDktDZkKns6CreWCJEbU5VHTe_I3QZWjKqmRCDIfMWJLO-dc8kxNqVcKFtnsgGNIQ/s320/P1040734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024574710815282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dQpm6qJwdTKKyRi6yfglr8LL6G17KuX6Efs4ufvw4ctXbJCP1aTkV02wsN5GUT8gMtCH03z9-luuGNf5tynwJTniuMQa07Mi9vb_GRbRKDsSiWK_3u4hS1PQR7XVKje5AHXi/s1600-h/P1040735.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dQpm6qJwdTKKyRi6yfglr8LL6G17KuX6Efs4ufvw4ctXbJCP1aTkV02wsN5GUT8gMtCH03z9-luuGNf5tynwJTniuMQa07Mi9vb_GRbRKDsSiWK_3u4hS1PQR7XVKje5AHXi/s320/P1040735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030767045503778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp0WvZAShVbBSUgxMeDUAWe_a6NEuV7Q9h5tje6mBWkJ6VIjJcP9jVUQnZCnbh7HXmtH8RkU8RTay41u8b4ZDa1B4ClnvN7ZK9nj-xKlQ4xbG9RTsNtkY0_vCtD1QliAq7n4l/s1600-h/P1040741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp0WvZAShVbBSUgxMeDUAWe_a6NEuV7Q9h5tje6mBWkJ6VIjJcP9jVUQnZCnbh7HXmtH8RkU8RTay41u8b4ZDa1B4ClnvN7ZK9nj-xKlQ4xbG9RTsNtkY0_vCtD1QliAq7n4l/s320/P1040741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030761845310850" border="0" /></a>She didn't think the carrot cake was too shabby either. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TlMDKMDjUf5zgeZTZwRxwaoKJ71-R5ogKc4c149XhqrLJDDBcZMv7U_ogW05Gif2r4_K28rtTTuB2_OKAvwgRP98MY52R6hiQOJLMthPcAUoYUoiybP69UjiLdfOM30f0IS8/s1600-h/P1040744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TlMDKMDjUf5zgeZTZwRxwaoKJ71-R5ogKc4c149XhqrLJDDBcZMv7U_ogW05Gif2r4_K28rtTTuB2_OKAvwgRP98MY52R6hiQOJLMthPcAUoYUoiybP69UjiLdfOM30f0IS8/s320/P1040744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291030755615547906" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously, can you believe that this little one:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Aodet79g7whGWDeL8ODd4x-aRGbh2X-eISOaBt8ZkMAMAx2L3AJDSXgfrTs_OMZMrdV0c3HH87gWiXXTkLGo4wui7mQ-h2fu25xV0vRYU0VixfwGEehwThQ6b4kxO1NV1JEp/s1600-h/P1060388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Aodet79g7whGWDeL8ODd4x-aRGbh2X-eISOaBt8ZkMAMAx2L3AJDSXgfrTs_OMZMrdV0c3HH87gWiXXTkLGo4wui7mQ-h2fu25xV0vRYU0VixfwGEehwThQ6b4kxO1NV1JEp/s320/P1060388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024558055731810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">is now this big one?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-pEFKqLoCHgRvLwOSBKaJw7Jb1P6a0r7ah8V8y6iy2wYGLry3-OzBItlyPsmHBeHJ39VPGzDpMDnO-4fwEP6EyCyJvs0cZlfN9to7fzKuDpC5EurIOoEUDnssGoaFudtNv3m/s1600-h/P1040720.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-pEFKqLoCHgRvLwOSBKaJw7Jb1P6a0r7ah8V8y6iy2wYGLry3-OzBItlyPsmHBeHJ39VPGzDpMDnO-4fwEP6EyCyJvs0cZlfN9to7fzKuDpC5EurIOoEUDnssGoaFudtNv3m/s320/P1040720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024559512519698" border="0" /></a>Me neither! </div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-69493796893802427072008-11-19T14:27:00.007-06:002008-11-19T15:17:19.270-06:00Just For You, Kate...even though you are going to see these little monkeys in less than a week!<br /><br />I know it has been a long time since you got some pictures of the dynamic duo. Here's an update in less than five minutes...<br /><br />Kieran got his first big boy hair. His curls are mostly gone, although his hair is very wavy at times. Here are some front, back, and very smiley photos. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVT7HJaXcWOV7dXeFenzRK-j6i3hYAeFEKe7M6qfiJzmRssKCTceKDpdJBW21QPy3xfEVN2KgPCv8F-UBDm52wv6nD_ooTRkKQOULgw0e3ZSTiInYdP_HB22O0YHER82jHC3x/s1600-h/P1040151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVT7HJaXcWOV7dXeFenzRK-j6i3hYAeFEKe7M6qfiJzmRssKCTceKDpdJBW21QPy3xfEVN2KgPCv8F-UBDm52wv6nD_ooTRkKQOULgw0e3ZSTiInYdP_HB22O0YHER82jHC3x/s320/P1040151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469037778087938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPlqg65swiQTav6bqdW94FWwM_5ITEChapV4oYl-b4DXnn8qH6sIiXBmI9Rivq4laa7OhtYqGgv5KdYKLhoJgAba6f5qETj1VdH-1XUXMExHlCm6VqvTnboEslT_jGK6JSdtL/s1600-h/P1040152.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPlqg65swiQTav6bqdW94FWwM_5ITEChapV4oYl-b4DXnn8qH6sIiXBmI9Rivq4laa7OhtYqGgv5KdYKLhoJgAba6f5qETj1VdH-1XUXMExHlCm6VqvTnboEslT_jGK6JSdtL/s320/P1040152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469039844262738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2o_Dgd_IK9Tr2Z9X256xg2hWrR5m3lX15Rsejo99KYc5e0Px-Cizy3Z_aP3gkr6a4OY6ihb8cPtGdoGfK9cTa9T3RtP4_6FLEuabCYV9YaePmic2AcQswGYHP11bXMEdRPqg/s1600-h/P1040156.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2o_Dgd_IK9Tr2Z9X256xg2hWrR5m3lX15Rsejo99KYc5e0Px-Cizy3Z_aP3gkr6a4OY6ihb8cPtGdoGfK9cTa9T3RtP4_6FLEuabCYV9YaePmic2AcQswGYHP11bXMEdRPqg/s320/P1040156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469042759611970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs-RTtCyW-J-l-C6Vp1cSZAeVLnqFRkUH5Xj6Eg8iyHpm8MicXMQWYDryvauja0Ct7r6RNYx0z5BFUoGyGZmFugJ8IBJLSj2PBg0yWfAfU9suRUEFdTwNMWe-4y_ylhs0EY8g/s1600-h/P1040189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs-RTtCyW-J-l-C6Vp1cSZAeVLnqFRkUH5Xj6Eg8iyHpm8MicXMQWYDryvauja0Ct7r6RNYx0z5BFUoGyGZmFugJ8IBJLSj2PBg0yWfAfU9suRUEFdTwNMWe-4y_ylhs0EY8g/s320/P1040189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469058142802386" border="0" /></a>David celebrated his 30th birthday, and we had a great party. David's good friend, Abe, and his wife, Anna, traveled all the way out to IL to celebrate with us, which was a real treat. (They also happened to be on their way home from the Democratic National Convention, and we got to hear firsthand how awesome it was. So very cool! But I digress...) I will perhaps post some pictures of the party sometime in the near future (or on Flickr), but for now I'll leave you with a picture of David's birthday cake. The party was a football themed soiree--we played two-hand touch and then (since it was David's birthday) we watched the Illinois/Missouri game, and earlier in the day David and Abe watched the VT game. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWJ_eeos2LmGr1u4PAvsno3uUi2OnxFSao3Ez8joiTICB0QWqnLzuc0dy-e_PBwqYqv0hVyMa7NKP-qaIFhAluC4bpJ9hOOqSxoHbYHA_F9GEP3n4BeUt5hbva_MM7_fcecdE/s1600-h/P1040165.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWJ_eeos2LmGr1u4PAvsno3uUi2OnxFSao3Ez8joiTICB0QWqnLzuc0dy-e_PBwqYqv0hVyMa7NKP-qaIFhAluC4bpJ9hOOqSxoHbYHA_F9GEP3n4BeUt5hbva_MM7_fcecdE/s320/P1040165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469043940782546" border="0" /></a>This cake was made by my amazing friend, Kris. Isn't she talented??? And not only did it look pretty, but it tasted AMAZING, too. It was a vegan vanilla coconut cake, and I am getting a huge craving for some just looking at this picture. It was soooooo good. <br /><br />The weather was really pretty beautiful until early November, so we spent a lot of time outside this fall. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqTAbQvSxbEnD5NrLk5S4f5vvnWKhyxHwuZAufbznc6mgWzGq7jZyoueqlKfWNcfeB6hvc7OcLYrGupPpmTEgiDOEsrx9gTJVP93m0MNlytCzlr0vAtNh0Yrk_HMuArf0rnrv/s1600-h/P1040267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqTAbQvSxbEnD5NrLk5S4f5vvnWKhyxHwuZAufbznc6mgWzGq7jZyoueqlKfWNcfeB6hvc7OcLYrGupPpmTEgiDOEsrx9gTJVP93m0MNlytCzlr0vAtNh0Yrk_HMuArf0rnrv/s320/P1040267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469709448565810" border="0" /></a>Here are some pictures from one of our trips to the Great Pumpkin Patch in Arthur for Kieran and Teagan's friend Kharma's birthday party and for our local La Leche League chapter's World Breastfeeding Week potluck. (Coincidentally, Kharma's little sister Kismet was born on the same day as Teagan, in the same hospital, and our postpartum rooms were right around the corner from each other!)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4JIVsyWQCyY6os1JBEnhwYlbNGSONmMhH4UITIONW9WOUTB2YbUPjq-9fyMSwGdNmL0ejdZMJZNF_-IsWFYsnHwPfvnsYpQTarutgHoIT0ppYD-h1ELbHXVPUBQgL6WBl-6z/s1600-h/P1040236.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4JIVsyWQCyY6os1JBEnhwYlbNGSONmMhH4UITIONW9WOUTB2YbUPjq-9fyMSwGdNmL0ejdZMJZNF_-IsWFYsnHwPfvnsYpQTarutgHoIT0ppYD-h1ELbHXVPUBQgL6WBl-6z/s320/P1040236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469702426153362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2m4DBIsvMGLRITuovjsYXOAHmchk5BPZ8qaxkePxH_cQLTxnrL-yrPbTDHkuqFrgQupWMHjTA2u6Jcx10cdd3p5dEMS-uGrmFqrhExfXZPy8yMp03vnf2UZCwvZ5XPbB5qLVO/s1600-h/P1040208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2m4DBIsvMGLRITuovjsYXOAHmchk5BPZ8qaxkePxH_cQLTxnrL-yrPbTDHkuqFrgQupWMHjTA2u6Jcx10cdd3p5dEMS-uGrmFqrhExfXZPy8yMp03vnf2UZCwvZ5XPbB5qLVO/s320/P1040208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469701916087506" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Yes, Teagan is upset. She WANTS SOME OF THAT CAKE! <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-tTVdUfaTo7DMlwCQy3dsMMPJF4NgHUn_PsbzWBQ9_6OXQrfNIO8vQZA2tYez6b2HdxEBslJqK7_BHx4LBwp4uQZMT15s23mYkTTsvE8H3c8WRg04IU8TtO7m46ulK-xaArM/s1600-h/P1040215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-tTVdUfaTo7DMlwCQy3dsMMPJF4NgHUn_PsbzWBQ9_6OXQrfNIO8vQZA2tYez6b2HdxEBslJqK7_BHx4LBwp4uQZMT15s23mYkTTsvE8H3c8WRg04IU8TtO7m46ulK-xaArM/s320/P1040215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469701106529234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPs1ZBLZzRb3P0-DI0reL11xDjqkpJhJiZVfm1HSJe7NK2pxCpJFDmHIs-qIpQnN8rLbqF8BiG8lpqFwvCU6p9bKtq1Da2SjJLtDkeNXHHPtxmrdIAT7bgDEv6KxRiuehDooca/s1600-h/P1040204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPs1ZBLZzRb3P0-DI0reL11xDjqkpJhJiZVfm1HSJe7NK2pxCpJFDmHIs-qIpQnN8rLbqF8BiG8lpqFwvCU6p9bKtq1Da2SjJLtDkeNXHHPtxmrdIAT7bgDEv6KxRiuehDooca/s320/P1040204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469701288333842" border="0" /></a>Once she got it everything got a LOT better in her little world. Yes, that is chocolate cake (vegan) in her hands and around her mouth. What can I say--she is her mother's daughter. <br /><br />As you can see, Teagan really wants to eat these days (and none of that babyfood crap--she wants whatever we are eating). So we finally got her her own chair, and it is AWESOME! She loves to sit in it and eat to her little heart's content. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjPob5KsNZV5O-P-8-6CoStrhKdp0mk9icCtb5Z6NidfWVMxCPj0npNCrvVwi52fdVYZWPNpmpa4ax_RZ-K4-JfORcfQYrEzfuPshXfGHgOeGg3IHC_WsAaLdL_rhEGCarSq-/s1600-h/P1040285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjPob5KsNZV5O-P-8-6CoStrhKdp0mk9icCtb5Z6NidfWVMxCPj0npNCrvVwi52fdVYZWPNpmpa4ax_RZ-K4-JfORcfQYrEzfuPshXfGHgOeGg3IHC_WsAaLdL_rhEGCarSq-/s320/P1040285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270470601615531762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVshFhGHgPW6yK8dRPcbiRvv-Ws7-sou729O8t174rzAxEzf7-aTF_Ej6QBfY51njXbmu_SgL1FNyU8KE4kyH1Q_rj8WBsdNNFyPM4HxYKByEyzyki2qqg9bzV1sTsLqDfirk/s1600-h/P1040316.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVshFhGHgPW6yK8dRPcbiRvv-Ws7-sou729O8t174rzAxEzf7-aTF_Ej6QBfY51njXbmu_SgL1FNyU8KE4kyH1Q_rj8WBsdNNFyPM4HxYKByEyzyki2qqg9bzV1sTsLqDfirk/s320/P1040316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270470603787036338" border="0" /></a>Halloween was a blast around here. The kids were dressed as jungle animals, which was so cute. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmwG1rjf6X_n7Z3QifDVYTpBei1oZ0kjYLaJFZ17rH0UhjGeOHyG0pra9HOFd2U_EF9lbyYged53gpb9CcaYPyQ-A3Y_Wmx4WQ9iynQlw0aAttQUVgcH5F68CuWaMRXA_OiCh/s1600-h/P1040395.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmwG1rjf6X_n7Z3QifDVYTpBei1oZ0kjYLaJFZ17rH0UhjGeOHyG0pra9HOFd2U_EF9lbyYged53gpb9CcaYPyQ-A3Y_Wmx4WQ9iynQlw0aAttQUVgcH5F68CuWaMRXA_OiCh/s320/P1040395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270470607496660578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SIUKfPIWZ4lxVjxIxjQfbynbIs1fDEV1-bQGcMdU8e0bszd8D1qNwK9XV2AdDbY3OI-GUii18BVJP-lGaBuFIIU6StWfi9K25chD_AJUo4wjAwgcpcBQC0yvziokcu6z5Sdl/s1600-h/P1040421.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SIUKfPIWZ4lxVjxIxjQfbynbIs1fDEV1-bQGcMdU8e0bszd8D1qNwK9XV2AdDbY3OI-GUii18BVJP-lGaBuFIIU6StWfi9K25chD_AJUo4wjAwgcpcBQC0yvziokcu6z5Sdl/s320/P1040421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270470608782257378" border="0" /></a>Kieran really got into going trick-or-treating this year. He now thinks that every holiday means you get candy. You ask him what happens at Christmas, and he will tell you he gets candy in his candy bag. I guess that would be a lot cheaper, though... <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6KV8wGG_BCEgYrsNjhcbY2xAXUaMG1TnS-GgLoMu8V_FcrL5MAf-kZUHfYPMm3NAO7EQFO139tBvJZoidlbx2Mc26P9olZCNNYmnlkVO5NodBD3H74lfmi-TdeLsOhbMBl2M/s1600-h/P1040424.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6KV8wGG_BCEgYrsNjhcbY2xAXUaMG1TnS-GgLoMu8V_FcrL5MAf-kZUHfYPMm3NAO7EQFO139tBvJZoidlbx2Mc26P9olZCNNYmnlkVO5NodBD3H74lfmi-TdeLsOhbMBl2M/s320/P1040424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270470615707369874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao3W1iOuysr3QDYz-w5-DdpF1ZLJWytlKJGxDLNr5RWx94W5RprTS1AichM7n49-eTkx5W7M8OTj3UqAtqfFzIEF0flFqXwU8TQfOpv73Cu4xH83ICWRRkNsdRSe8IaoneU-5/s1600-h/P1040452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao3W1iOuysr3QDYz-w5-DdpF1ZLJWytlKJGxDLNr5RWx94W5RprTS1AichM7n49-eTkx5W7M8OTj3UqAtqfFzIEF0flFqXwU8TQfOpv73Cu4xH83ICWRRkNsdRSe8IaoneU-5/s320/P1040452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471428917249106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cdVqoSTnYL3GenSOdirotJrDtp7Bu04A5O2X5ARdI4Oc_vOSi2Bw_4E93Z1B1MlpeXXuyRAhZe_vUAfBb5ViaoxBBqMkts32F6ZawZLgRXfI6_jkcizlXHDFAhagdmofG5By/s1600-h/P1040393.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cdVqoSTnYL3GenSOdirotJrDtp7Bu04A5O2X5ARdI4Oc_vOSi2Bw_4E93Z1B1MlpeXXuyRAhZe_vUAfBb5ViaoxBBqMkts32F6ZawZLgRXfI6_jkcizlXHDFAhagdmofG5By/s320/P1040393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471436425192658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk39eap2ToF1UwPWKDUkbnYlxGXzDvvuTc7lIJQ-S1pxOLl2LQEfXvb3gosDmhw0NlnxLzCEtDN0G6fyJULeNw1XwD7bsAwK6DvGIQUvtrHwSPHjEywHlsxK5xkl6McEOeBkM2/s1600-h/P1040475.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk39eap2ToF1UwPWKDUkbnYlxGXzDvvuTc7lIJQ-S1pxOLl2LQEfXvb3gosDmhw0NlnxLzCEtDN0G6fyJULeNw1XwD7bsAwK6DvGIQUvtrHwSPHjEywHlsxK5xkl6McEOeBkM2/s320/P1040475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471436152426642" border="0" /></a>Teagan has six teeth (and I think is working on more right now), but her top teeth came in unusually--she got her eye teeth before the middle ones on the top, so we joked that she looked like a little vampress...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXNDCqxm7n-SNVMaEftHu2eJW_kebz1_DM4xDnDveBFEvuGlCDdHPOabKOLPX_7mQTZ6uMtx4e2ELr0S1RMeXmOQ75aYTrRUKFQdJuH9zsc8tvvKSGR2nLusiLb6DTULsmuaA/s1600-h/P1040481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXNDCqxm7n-SNVMaEftHu2eJW_kebz1_DM4xDnDveBFEvuGlCDdHPOabKOLPX_7mQTZ6uMtx4e2ELr0S1RMeXmOQ75aYTrRUKFQdJuH9zsc8tvvKSGR2nLusiLb6DTULsmuaA/s320/P1040481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471436970764498" border="0" /></a>See what I mean? It was an adorable smile, though! <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPentmKP5ZioS6ple5NMlzwo_1V_BUTD_x1w5YIXJYUZwnZvSCfn4fND9oQ72fiQRvTj5lbdICgDsmAPeYYGDNXEeof5S20DEYcbcZ7VTcwz7X4zexOCr19PgVLOONZTVq2le5/s1600-h/P1040483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPentmKP5ZioS6ple5NMlzwo_1V_BUTD_x1w5YIXJYUZwnZvSCfn4fND9oQ72fiQRvTj5lbdICgDsmAPeYYGDNXEeof5S20DEYcbcZ7VTcwz7X4zexOCr19PgVLOONZTVq2le5/s320/P1040483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472316975758610" border="0" /></a>Teagan now has SO much hair, and it's always getting in her eyes, so I have started putting it up, which is absolutely adorable. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfp3kk1P4gsQNTSJvDZ5dDm8JhSx-wFZsWB963fivTmJukLGZ4x9194gBVgh2QbV4ZEEA6nAZI-ACWr1OogxRDw-mqw5jTr8XURm8X_7I7BcdAqffZthYtP9PjVCZEmtar5YAw/s1600-h/P1040493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfp3kk1P4gsQNTSJvDZ5dDm8JhSx-wFZsWB963fivTmJukLGZ4x9194gBVgh2QbV4ZEEA6nAZI-ACWr1OogxRDw-mqw5jTr8XURm8X_7I7BcdAqffZthYtP9PjVCZEmtar5YAw/s320/P1040493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472321958127122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sM3wPexX2E5hMyNN0SNlpVHrAIeCad3X6yfEoe_OWAhKQ557NLT0DGJe7cV4zNJs3vPqiyMx-xkW6nBAUlqttGUUOEashCA2dEbHERH3LjqQ961tWJMzGkmmI082Rf-6xnd6/s1600-h/P1040499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sM3wPexX2E5hMyNN0SNlpVHrAIeCad3X6yfEoe_OWAhKQ557NLT0DGJe7cV4zNJs3vPqiyMx-xkW6nBAUlqttGUUOEashCA2dEbHERH3LjqQ961tWJMzGkmmI082Rf-6xnd6/s320/P1040499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472338337796962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRo6oAFPnlA-Pce35qjOS_d3DBVojjCMD0qJK1qiFEU5uneXgTT4DnVdw9sezYP49rAO2ukEKc5mS6hFdXn94D7hSYC97atTRRvD6hubjgcw5aNW-UfFJ1bOC4ZlVLw4V9uZRU/s1600-h/P1040520.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRo6oAFPnlA-Pce35qjOS_d3DBVojjCMD0qJK1qiFEU5uneXgTT4DnVdw9sezYP49rAO2ukEKc5mS6hFdXn94D7hSYC97atTRRvD6hubjgcw5aNW-UfFJ1bOC4ZlVLw4V9uZRU/s320/P1040520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472339382181650" border="0" /></a>She has started scooting on her bottom to get places, and she is FAST! I doubt she'll ever crawl because scooting works just fine for her, thank you very much. But, she is desperate to walk like the big kids do, and I would bet money that she will be walking before she's one. She cruises around the furniture and is getting pretty daring and trying to go one-handed. Case in point: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsC9upPCIhXNOMu4lLF7bdj2q7Bh3VUBFr8730wdrcUUMEUCUGChxIR7bSF987z9yO-CBjun54rD6JNfwRWSvyyYXQe625KXmLS5TlW0ZEm434IIWyDWLs8qyNPn6T0kQDrkJa/s1600-h/P1040553.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsC9upPCIhXNOMu4lLF7bdj2q7Bh3VUBFr8730wdrcUUMEUCUGChxIR7bSF987z9yO-CBjun54rD6JNfwRWSvyyYXQe625KXmLS5TlW0ZEm434IIWyDWLs8qyNPn6T0kQDrkJa/s320/P1040553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472345248322754" border="0" /></a>That's all for today folks. Maybe it'll be another two months before I post again, maybe it'll be in two weeks. Who knows! Either way, there should be enough pictures here to tide you over...so no more complaining, Kate!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-83170480625996353792008-09-09T01:00:00.003-05:002008-09-09T01:09:46.350-05:00Sometimes I Think My Heart Might Just Burst<div style="text-align: center;">I just went back to go to bed for the evening, and this is what I found waiting for me:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_JvN3s1_Y7iRqibASPz8ymIGRDZeR7F-N_ywctZrMDYSG2SL0c0ao-Yn2WVe0paFFwxVcsZCnkbYdOEV2GGupYyXbMk2l0WEF-W3MepzO-HNvwngnUBEf01q3elf6V-vOkCH/s1600-h/P1040194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_JvN3s1_Y7iRqibASPz8ymIGRDZeR7F-N_ywctZrMDYSG2SL0c0ao-Yn2WVe0paFFwxVcsZCnkbYdOEV2GGupYyXbMk2l0WEF-W3MepzO-HNvwngnUBEf01q3elf6V-vOkCH/s320/P1040194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243898626638714930" border="0" /></a>Too precious. I just want to gobble them up.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtVOSxwBNzKE3qfgE5UCsnjOQn5DeZ78DjheXfzpOhlwTSA-2tIFGkcmauno9frGv98sWJQop_87eXqB7hIiYXKT013Vl5bzaVIpdAJx8nmjqKzBhC49PY8ogShI_nFFCdJT_/s1600-h/P1040195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtVOSxwBNzKE3qfgE5UCsnjOQn5DeZ78DjheXfzpOhlwTSA-2tIFGkcmauno9frGv98sWJQop_87eXqB7hIiYXKT013Vl5bzaVIpdAJx8nmjqKzBhC49PY8ogShI_nFFCdJT_/s320/P1040195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243898630113759746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZn-L2jKuOHCBex78o6-R9i0DsnBJgD9wVyUA3A7QtAGX5UBHkCmst9pyFvrBev7hbJa2nbi82cMkkv4lsFzas9o8Y57q2r8zyj_h3nKSsHkMTFnQM__UVrfQl3wctJXYIaIV/s1600-h/P1040196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZn-L2jKuOHCBex78o6-R9i0DsnBJgD9wVyUA3A7QtAGX5UBHkCmst9pyFvrBev7hbJa2nbi82cMkkv4lsFzas9o8Y57q2r8zyj_h3nKSsHkMTFnQM__UVrfQl3wctJXYIaIV/s320/P1040196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243898639631136930" border="0" /></a>Apparently the flash on the camera was sleep-interrupting for Kieran. Who knew?<br /></div><br />And, yes, he did get a haircut. And no, it does not (usually) make him look like John Mayer. It's just a bad angle here. I will post better pictures of my non-curly boy (SO sad!) after I've caught up on my sleep. Which means most of you will see him in person before then. Until then, here's hoping these will tide you over.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-32283110388960509392008-08-23T08:06:00.002-05:002008-08-24T19:47:58.578-05:00I Got Tagged!<a href="http://quigs78.blogspot.com/">Quigs</a> tagged me for this meme (my first!) so here goes:<br /><br />1. Post the rules of the game at the beginning.<br />2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.<br />3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read the player's blog.<br />4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.<br /><br />What were you doing five years ago?<br />I had just recently moved into my first apartment without roommates (unless you count David who lived there when he wasn't in Illinois for grad school) and was working full-time as a Community Relations Manager at Barnes & Noble. It was also just about five years ago to the day that David and I got engaged.<br /><br />What are five things on your to-do list for today? (Disclaimer: I started this post yesterday, so here was my list from then.)<br />1. Go to the Farmer's Market as soon as Teagan wakes up. (Have I mentioned that she sleeps until 9:30/10 a.m. most days? If only I could convince her brother to do the same. At least on the weekends.)<br />2. Check out the local Co-op, which is opening in its new location which just so happens to be just a few mere steps from the Farmer's Market.<br />3. Head out to the Sweetcorn Festival, most likely after naptime.<br />4. Try to get the kids to nap AT THE SAME TIME so I can work on some of the eight (EIGHT!) lesson plans I have to write for this upcoming week.<br />5. Do laundry if it looks like the rain is going to stay away.<br /><br />What are five snacks you enjoy?<br />1. Strawberries<br />2. Veggie Booty<br />3. Carrots and Peanut Butter<br />4. Tropical Fruit Salad<br />5. Veggie Eggrolls<br /><br />What are five things you would do if you were a billionaire?<br />1. Set some aside for retirement and the kids' college/grad school.<br />2. Buy a house in Blacksburg and lifetime season football tickets for VT games.<br />3. Set up scholarship funds at VT, EIU, and the University of Namibia for students who are studying Women's Studies or whose work focuses on issues pertaining to gender.<br />4. Make sizable donations to the Rape Crisis centers and Planned Parenthoods in the communities I have lived (and will live) in.<br />5. Travel, travel, travel. Maybe go on a world tour with the kids and David. On this note, I'd also make sure David could go on his "trek," but I still would not join him on it.<br /><br />What are five of your bad habits?<br />1. Procrastinating. On just about everything.<br />2. Getting all worked up about my house not being orderly. I mean, I do have two babies for Pete's sake! My house is not going to be orderly and clean all the time.<br />3. Occasionally skipping breakfast when I'm running late. Which happens more than I like to admit.<br />4. Being late. I think this sometimes ties into the whole procrastinating thing.<br />5. Reading an email and not replying right away.<br /><br />What are five places where you have lived?<br />1. Rosedale, NY<br />2. Staunton, VA<br />3. Blacksburg, VA<br />4. Oshakati, Namibia<br />5. Champaign, IL<br /><br />What are five jobs you've had?<br />1. Bookseller<br />2. Community Relations Manager<br />3. Literacy Corps Coordinator<br />4. Primary School Teacher<br />5. Composition Instructor<br /><br />Five people I tag:<br />I have no idea who to tag since pretty much everyone I know who blogs has been tagged... If you're reading this and want to do this, leave a comment letting me know you're doing it and "Tag," you're it!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-61219013259663183992008-08-15T22:00:00.003-05:002008-08-15T22:27:50.244-05:00Mama's Got a Brand New...Job. <br /><br />I am once again gainfully employed outside of La Maison Ullrich-Ferguson. I'm going to be teaching three different courses this semester: Composition 101 and 102 and, what I am sure will be my favorite class, an introductory Women's Studies class entitled Women, Men, and Gender. <br /><br />I am psyched. I'm also scared out of my brain. Three lesson preps, three classes worth of papers, quizzes, etc. to grade, three classes and office hours during which I need to find childcare. I'm sure I'll be able to do it. It might just be *interesting* for a bit while I try to figure out how to make it all run smoothly. <br /><br />Wish me luck...Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-52451949265218435212008-08-15T21:37:00.003-05:002008-08-15T21:37:05.256-05:00We All Live in A Yellow Submarine<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZIjZtgyPhS0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZIjZtgyPhS0'/></object></p><p>This is currently Kieran's favorite song. We (and by "we" I truly mean both he and I!) sing it no less than 20 times a day. My little man knows all the words. Seriously. I am not even kidding you. <br /><br />I am so proud. :) </p></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-47903899810241559692008-08-13T00:27:00.007-05:002008-08-13T01:30:12.126-05:00Maybe I Should Rename This Blog...<div style="text-align: center;">Because it is less a blog than a website I periodically update and overload with tons of pictures of my kids. Ah well, that's what the masses (aka the fam and friends, most of whom are back east) demand. So I guess I'll just give you what you want.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuffd4g2w4NdALQht-nelk9cDqtxjDRvR0uG8ddwDY54fjM591eilF0SlN_pdJsfh34j6TkbSLlDswTIE_UUZ6PjH6kLdMJh3HRcngaosdmj7uOGjuP-t2eMMSZMUOyQ5VVEr4/s1600-h/P1040127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuffd4g2w4NdALQht-nelk9cDqtxjDRvR0uG8ddwDY54fjM591eilF0SlN_pdJsfh34j6TkbSLlDswTIE_UUZ6PjH6kLdMJh3HRcngaosdmj7uOGjuP-t2eMMSZMUOyQ5VVEr4/s320/P1040127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877220128643602" border="0" /></a>First off, let's see some teeth! Yes, TEETH! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIQjALuwJ6nXY4Of0GPxLq6LExiOC1Cc7GdEE5NPzH3h0-nyGKToFtkv2XpCwZlNQjZUbTtLny932dLuQllIMwFLDawCPQsnuEGVqhMrcHY3OFLf1jPv9hFIiRnm-ryBqQcBG/s1600-h/P1040112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIQjALuwJ6nXY4Of0GPxLq6LExiOC1Cc7GdEE5NPzH3h0-nyGKToFtkv2XpCwZlNQjZUbTtLny932dLuQllIMwFLDawCPQsnuEGVqhMrcHY3OFLf1jPv9hFIiRnm-ryBqQcBG/s320/P1040112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877208800209250" border="0" /></a>Teagan got her second tooth a few days after her first, and she's been happily exploring all the new tricks she can do with those chompers. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzeV2-S8QiTJLCevWM2fwjw1QDL63RYhweh3-_Me6Bfw_BmHBsJWoFgf6o9Yef1Xf0x-LzwlQEPEb2ERiWD5R1NjMvOrCHYLsF1xFjh-dvRTXntmbDI4XyMBiRA1tUqnmN6X4/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzeV2-S8QiTJLCevWM2fwjw1QDL63RYhweh3-_Me6Bfw_BmHBsJWoFgf6o9Yef1Xf0x-LzwlQEPEb2ERiWD5R1NjMvOrCHYLsF1xFjh-dvRTXntmbDI4XyMBiRA1tUqnmN6X4/s320/P1040111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877203578803858" border="0" /></a>There's a part of me that's excited but there's also a part that's really sad that my baby has lost her gummy little newborn smile. There are days when I look at her and think, "When on earth did you become such a big big girl? What happened to my teensy tiny babe who nuzzled up on my chest, smelling like that scent that only newborns have?" <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRn1ZPS5uJCBN4bzOCLHB_MReSGkAG73teiOILmhNGAr2EzUERxZrosBk5_8oz-jGxeHP1C7xhoql4XF3MtWfzignJF3bqpLyS-CYaWb752Qa1-1etgS2sG0HxDgubpYuXqx1/s1600-h/P1040107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRn1ZPS5uJCBN4bzOCLHB_MReSGkAG73teiOILmhNGAr2EzUERxZrosBk5_8oz-jGxeHP1C7xhoql4XF3MtWfzignJF3bqpLyS-CYaWb752Qa1-1etgS2sG0HxDgubpYuXqx1/s320/P1040107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877738786067010" border="0" /></a>But Teagan is seriously such a fun little girl. She loves her big brother with a ferocity that is apparent every time he enters her line of vision. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0_ms23XpRDZGdeL0GYmKIZW_cQ-fQ3vIJH2mjWOk7svjvb6gOt1-QBl3y6S3vHL1WUS1g3DWR10lIp20zxT5bHqxrZ9x2LW0vvFQxePmG377YtlYqJLse-KbxaM6sIwICAmO/s1600-h/P1040110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0_ms23XpRDZGdeL0GYmKIZW_cQ-fQ3vIJH2mjWOk7svjvb6gOt1-QBl3y6S3vHL1WUS1g3DWR10lIp20zxT5bHqxrZ9x2LW0vvFQxePmG377YtlYqJLse-KbxaM6sIwICAmO/s320/P1040110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877198338260434" border="0" /></a>She loves to get down on the floor and play, rolling around to get to the toys she's aiming for. I sometimes forget that she wants, that she NEEDS to get down and play. I'll hold her in my lap, snuggling or taking care of my own business, and she certainly reminds me that she wants to be down, that she needs her busy play time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kDzpXuA9AJyakAWnbpwrZlxVHC03s0zsNIbIzwcVcX92sBe_VV4CsvMmCAhLdazY2Ja9Z3bA0o79vPrNi0PUUNacg80sNIG-2P4JYPD2v-UKs0Czgq331nAjOMxRWHSs8TE1/s1600-h/P1040140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kDzpXuA9AJyakAWnbpwrZlxVHC03s0zsNIbIzwcVcX92sBe_VV4CsvMmCAhLdazY2Ja9Z3bA0o79vPrNi0PUUNacg80sNIG-2P4JYPD2v-UKs0Czgq331nAjOMxRWHSs8TE1/s320/P1040140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877735442877682" border="0" /></a>Here are a few more gratuitous Teagan shots just because she's so adorable. I just want to gobble up those little cheeks...i kiss them manymanymany times each day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleJIuIDxdbY5nBZXcfzIXrRpC_n7E6E2s-konLq8LUmX5mVGIeFOLAuMVx9Xzjq88oZWUC0c4L0YJkWLwb2NObNUltDzRVndAdBvriGco4Ghp2BsUZS0_x7gspTOXQ_ONILBu/s1600-h/P1040141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleJIuIDxdbY5nBZXcfzIXrRpC_n7E6E2s-konLq8LUmX5mVGIeFOLAuMVx9Xzjq88oZWUC0c4L0YJkWLwb2NObNUltDzRVndAdBvriGco4Ghp2BsUZS0_x7gspTOXQ_ONILBu/s320/P1040141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877737600085730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1Z3tGcBw8pdpuT_Qxg14SLnGHj1mRCGsw2Hi8KcLnPa_1MSxGkdve4Rds2cixXkbrqtixzFcX_msV0hWWVGIkHoqlNvkiZjQJiJXctlIGJP2i9iAVTWdeh67o6nZylbplCpO/s1600-h/P1040124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1Z3tGcBw8pdpuT_Qxg14SLnGHj1mRCGsw2Hi8KcLnPa_1MSxGkdve4Rds2cixXkbrqtixzFcX_msV0hWWVGIkHoqlNvkiZjQJiJXctlIGJP2i9iAVTWdeh67o6nZylbplCpO/s320/P1040124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877215958689266" border="0" /></a>(I think she looks like a little elf in the previous picture. Agree?)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxe3U9FQ1ZbN4dbGZQ3krzGfTkEznkznJf2l3zwLlJdc-uYTS-CKc0XhVpAUTExmFueP8RPg1iAcSzZCzY3rqiRof3WirrPc6aYq2l82YiFtkDy5HkSQpV5hpLx7IhlFaXxN4H/s1600-h/P1040132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxe3U9FQ1ZbN4dbGZQ3krzGfTkEznkznJf2l3zwLlJdc-uYTS-CKc0XhVpAUTExmFueP8RPg1iAcSzZCzY3rqiRof3WirrPc6aYq2l82YiFtkDy5HkSQpV5hpLx7IhlFaXxN4H/s320/P1040132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877732206093986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Not to be left out, here are some pictures of Kieran and Dada harvesting the first item from our tiny little garden in our back yard.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GlyZcKKNQFo8j4sWpHYkcSZPVh9DzSeo1km15TctTi3O7rMUDtIqvO5kNjsiTgCdGpjnIrWF-Jk7JySNQxMdzyqhZkxNrjscj2ecL89T4fL-q3Gkfe1zN6cDyUVDaor4RQfm/s1600-h/P1040053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GlyZcKKNQFo8j4sWpHYkcSZPVh9DzSeo1km15TctTi3O7rMUDtIqvO5kNjsiTgCdGpjnIrWF-Jk7JySNQxMdzyqhZkxNrjscj2ecL89T4fL-q3Gkfe1zN6cDyUVDaor4RQfm/s320/P1040053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881789963241282" border="0" /></a>I think Kieran was more excited about getting to use the scissors than he was to actually get the zucchini, which he quickly decided he does not like to eat.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFG8B0d4flfphHftblfskfl8DBoRR14PPvZQPm4FfkPkiyUFlSjmi48IJjdT_zu-ygmMbCMk0STpxvnOK6jjv_RL0FL5KUQ8qmYKy7gNpQ4oq9FJJUFK_qrGUNDKvWqccs83BC/s1600-h/P1040051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFG8B0d4flfphHftblfskfl8DBoRR14PPvZQPm4FfkPkiyUFlSjmi48IJjdT_zu-ygmMbCMk0STpxvnOK6jjv_RL0FL5KUQ8qmYKy7gNpQ4oq9FJJUFK_qrGUNDKvWqccs83BC/s320/P1040051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881794017554546" border="0" /></a>This picture was just too cute to pass up. What a cute kid, huh?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuON-WRjJxalb4UYneSIUY-HJK31Mle2RqxBjFWFDG_GZmrKmkNuhUCqL_s_vyKGKenFnw1hLUZnBrN2rFU6_UmBJQ0S4dtU9oAkV05TI17hiKptVUPLsfgS-fYlrT9c2Jrq9i/s1600-h/P1030731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuON-WRjJxalb4UYneSIUY-HJK31Mle2RqxBjFWFDG_GZmrKmkNuhUCqL_s_vyKGKenFnw1hLUZnBrN2rFU6_UmBJQ0S4dtU9oAkV05TI17hiKptVUPLsfgS-fYlrT9c2Jrq9i/s320/P1030731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881794157164066" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here he is, in his element at my parents' house during our visit in July. Kieran LOVES their cats, especially Socksie, who is about as good of a cat as you could wish for when it comes to being patient with a two-year old who is learning not to pull tails...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxL-RUWrIT6AjyGbO0IhdwCfk1ZCHRRL_54GVIQY9vC4hYrUuQqMy4IlwZZrHf8juztncJ7t3lWhQMsvNswL_3UCHO6fRxcoBp1OJRD4bIuWdR9JVF1AECVuMsDVrh3m1ieFQ/s1600-h/P1040060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxL-RUWrIT6AjyGbO0IhdwCfk1ZCHRRL_54GVIQY9vC4hYrUuQqMy4IlwZZrHf8juztncJ7t3lWhQMsvNswL_3UCHO6fRxcoBp1OJRD4bIuWdR9JVF1AECVuMsDVrh3m1ieFQ/s320/P1040060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881798123797890" border="0" /></a>The East Coast sojourn in July was primarily so David and I could attend Maria and Oswaldo's wedding, and it was truly lovely. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLWMMCboEwrAfO-lNwa-jNnodoLUfXOl11fJSVzz05Vz5Bodstx_DH4LfwL60o3AqgQTXIuclaOG2lGDsa_6_TVrVO1VPVKz2XEfbZAFf5e_d3lELyqV_9KIJduzHIBq98NuP/s1600-h/P1040079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLWMMCboEwrAfO-lNwa-jNnodoLUfXOl11fJSVzz05Vz5Bodstx_DH4LfwL60o3AqgQTXIuclaOG2lGDsa_6_TVrVO1VPVKz2XEfbZAFf5e_d3lELyqV_9KIJduzHIBq98NuP/s320/P1040079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882555357628514" border="0" /></a>It was so very wonderful to see so many of my dearest friends, some of whom I haven't seen in such a long time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuvSkuR79-e_Aztr52yMU9my3XPdLIvyBJwYA8sr_xXag-U25qC3DhC3lk7NreGaELHMQXg4gzycNQj0PK1DUSw88r4sKmoQCQDd6KEbkXNN-hau8QQxvNEoqwT63TIk9LNVe/s1600-h/P1040067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuvSkuR79-e_Aztr52yMU9my3XPdLIvyBJwYA8sr_xXag-U25qC3DhC3lk7NreGaELHMQXg4gzycNQj0PK1DUSw88r4sKmoQCQDd6KEbkXNN-hau8QQxvNEoqwT63TIk9LNVe/s320/P1040067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881795396207186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5w6q3HMaFSalPgI1BM1fKxlu5qYVKMLzJOq_o1TkkhwGAT7KFO6DqgE0UooFg3rqElExfHZwNUM4Jf6yc_MyezRd2mcrh1ikviRbdTkuILZvRYpi99aZ2X413-lE-55N-V8j1/s1600-h/P1040088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5w6q3HMaFSalPgI1BM1fKxlu5qYVKMLzJOq_o1TkkhwGAT7KFO6DqgE0UooFg3rqElExfHZwNUM4Jf6yc_MyezRd2mcrh1ikviRbdTkuILZvRYpi99aZ2X413-lE-55N-V8j1/s320/P1040088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882566978959026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6INYAlkrZuj1usIYqpqB922IfGaNeNPskwNhHDkXRzGxlpENF0dggMxCSXrixuD_K4ioVBJ7cpOE6H33MfDXYCCpx49DkPqTKw_yaFq8ALRtRboB1UC68COunXArAtF6X-2w/s1600-h/P1040089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6INYAlkrZuj1usIYqpqB922IfGaNeNPskwNhHDkXRzGxlpENF0dggMxCSXrixuD_K4ioVBJ7cpOE6H33MfDXYCCpx49DkPqTKw_yaFq8ALRtRboB1UC68COunXArAtF6X-2w/s320/P1040089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882571232909314" border="0" /></a> My sister, <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/aggie-becky-and-big-cut.html">Aggie Becky</a>, was wonderful enough to drive all the way up to Baltimore with the kids and I to babysit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdvWeOzXkJeU20IND1DRZuV2Q7ifw9e8Ea0bUp6OSrJDRCv2Qb5loA6VzvCCmIveu0zIMpBeF2DoxoTZ8kdzhi1CW4_4A5tAXbJq6AJFbPgMflsEgEfMiIL2E4gbcDKLx7I6Q/s1600-h/P1040080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdvWeOzXkJeU20IND1DRZuV2Q7ifw9e8Ea0bUp6OSrJDRCv2Qb5loA6VzvCCmIveu0zIMpBeF2DoxoTZ8kdzhi1CW4_4A5tAXbJq6AJFbPgMflsEgEfMiIL2E4gbcDKLx7I6Q/s320/P1040080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882561785932786" border="0" /></a> so David and I could actually go to the reception and be grown-ups. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-_3DO44fKyntvZvkqqre1EhcfhBx2pk7iNqs-67LOq5V7V5ixYIbXLsdu5fu1ubOhh-XtfkGPZpy5bhajwp50wTZGvlfPXAVe3Y5w-ptVZdoX_zgBUmHVLnuBE2wgvbv9mk1/s1600-h/P1040086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-_3DO44fKyntvZvkqqre1EhcfhBx2pk7iNqs-67LOq5V7V5ixYIbXLsdu5fu1ubOhh-XtfkGPZpy5bhajwp50wTZGvlfPXAVe3Y5w-ptVZdoX_zgBUmHVLnuBE2wgvbv9mk1/s320/P1040086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882561467774850" border="0" /></a>She even put BOTH kids to bed by herself without any crying. Seriously, there are nights I can't do that. I am just so lucky to have a sister who's awesome like that. <br />It was the first time in months since we'd been able to go out by ourselves, let alone get to hang out with our friends together. As you can see, it was clearly good for us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXsnHT4Ag-RQB3ooFLTiqoKixBLxvsBbHK55j7VijLtNobyjd5OkX4RebM4dBWFosqaStPcqDKo1ZUJbuotpzLm24Z7DINObDsjEDhq1-oN8eOolaZa2DaEx9POmZ0kiCmGhL/s1600-h/P1040090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXsnHT4Ag-RQB3ooFLTiqoKixBLxvsBbHK55j7VijLtNobyjd5OkX4RebM4dBWFosqaStPcqDKo1ZUJbuotpzLm24Z7DINObDsjEDhq1-oN8eOolaZa2DaEx9POmZ0kiCmGhL/s320/P1040090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882867437642146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOF_s90jWcOjLlhOCTOwkLJLOop2wqpR2I3vf-KX2sRM2xSp_2TK1c1UmDmDU2esvh0HzjAMObhcpDemcMHRZsGZFYTMTpA3v7Kkw0vCKPKEEofLYdBNJQVYYXkfV5bL-GJJ40/s1600-h/P1040091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOF_s90jWcOjLlhOCTOwkLJLOop2wqpR2I3vf-KX2sRM2xSp_2TK1c1UmDmDU2esvh0HzjAMObhcpDemcMHRZsGZFYTMTpA3v7Kkw0vCKPKEEofLYdBNJQVYYXkfV5bL-GJJ40/s320/P1040091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882869141157538" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These last two pictures are of me and my college roommate, Evelyn, whom I love dearly and miss so very much. Love you, roommate! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3OEsKUG29z6xJCJI_CfNzbiZZTdD6xXsUvYhkDbC-xJxcxew5z13WIDHd8zHpzoBwlyEooDZpq37R421a4paEw5Iyx1Vz9QIr2WiXDIp7f912fbNwuls7ouitTk6oUJds8Up/s1600-h/P1040092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3OEsKUG29z6xJCJI_CfNzbiZZTdD6xXsUvYhkDbC-xJxcxew5z13WIDHd8zHpzoBwlyEooDZpq37R421a4paEw5Iyx1Vz9QIr2WiXDIp7f912fbNwuls7ouitTk6oUJds8Up/s320/P1040092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882876284430962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLmFYMNFWoZa6G7jj1kEHZISDFERo8BEFvYVhqvy1Z4bS7yxHpefA6hQBB0V3I1Ho8TCPg944yk8kI7itDqxMNSAMrQ8EMVSbYynZk6XwhScQk0z5umyj28dnWL4s7CZl8RFw/s1600-h/P1040093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLmFYMNFWoZa6G7jj1kEHZISDFERo8BEFvYVhqvy1Z4bS7yxHpefA6hQBB0V3I1Ho8TCPg944yk8kI7itDqxMNSAMrQ8EMVSbYynZk6XwhScQk0z5umyj28dnWL4s7CZl8RFw/s320/P1040093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233882877046556178" border="0" /></a>Thank you, Becks, for making that lovely evening of fun and reminiscing possible. And all my wonderful Hokie women, I love you and miss you so very much. Here's to hoping we'll be much closer in the future.</div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-68511280278625671212008-07-24T23:08:00.005-05:002008-07-24T23:13:50.456-05:00No More Gummy SmileMy baby got her first tooth yesterday. No pictures yet, but they'll be forthcoming. <br /><br />Unlike her brother, who had just had a teeny edge of his first tooth poke through in the beginning, Teagan's tooth came through all at once. She's enjoying experimenting with her tooth, biting on all kinds of objects, checking out what her new toy/tool can do. <br /><br />I can't believe my baby's getting so big.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-39851083924278845882008-07-20T00:40:00.001-05:002008-07-20T00:40:02.609-05:00Baby Teagan on Daddy's Shoulders<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/YgOOWPEVIQI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YgOOWPEVIQI'/></object></p><p>I believe I'm correct in stating that this is Teagan's video debut on the ol' blog (not counting her 3D sono pix video). What a bad mom I am! I'm sure by the time Kieran was this age he had at least 10 videos that had been uploaded. I guess that's what happens when you're baby # 2. <br /><br />Teagan is getting so big, and she is truly a wonderful, precious addition to our family. I can't believe she's already 6 months old. Makes me happy and sad all at the same time. <br /><br />Videos like this make me remember that I want and need to be taking pictures and videos of my kids everyday so I can remember them at this age when they're older and grown. </p></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-36946457004448323152008-07-18T09:15:00.006-05:002008-07-18T10:16:30.165-05:00Snoozing and Snuggling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNso5zVd3DXnl1KzrogpUgIthaQUhsZxV6ytLol9n-x53kk7smo5Oz63u7aiXFBAW60lHpLwPh31OCegzsxRndDjJ1yFJ3mfCrV0-yXCtD3CMiz7foaLlpqxELVF4G5FO2EKHG/s1600-h/P1030680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNso5zVd3DXnl1KzrogpUgIthaQUhsZxV6ytLol9n-x53kk7smo5Oz63u7aiXFBAW60lHpLwPh31OCegzsxRndDjJ1yFJ3mfCrV0-yXCtD3CMiz7foaLlpqxELVF4G5FO2EKHG/s320/P1030680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367811768001554" border="0" /></a>Many of you know that we cosleep with our kids. I know I've said it before on this blog, but we really love having our kids with us at night, all snuggled together and cozy. Plus, seriously, it makes my life a bazillion times easier to have the kids right there for any middle of the night incidents. Baby needs to nurse? No problem, I'll just roll over and give her what her little mouth is searching for. Big brother had a bad dream? No big deal, one of us will just scoot over, gather him in our arms for a big snuggle and everyone's back to sleep before you can say nightmare.<br /><br />Plus, I am one of those people who really, REALLY needs her sleep. Seriously. If I don't get my 8 hours a night, I am a big witch with a capital B. If you don't believe me, just ask David who has had firsthand experience with this for the past eight and a half years. Or better yet, ask my mom, who has been experiencing this for, oh, probably my whole life. Cosleeping helps me get those golden 8 hours of sleep (provided I go to bed early enough...) that I desperately need.<br /><br />And in addition to helping me get my requisite sleep, cosleeping gives me many, many opportunities to get all sentimental and gushy about my kids, as well as opportunities to laugh. My friend <a href="http://veganlinda.blogspot.com/">Linda</a> posted a <a href="http://veganlinda.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is.html">picture</a> a while ago of her three kids all snuggled together asleep, and since then I kept thinking that this blog was long overdue for a post with some of the pictures of my kids all cuddled and snoozing away at night. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPNbGX8eUrahbhHc-LEhhd7HFnF9rNJbrVbi9ot3gqKtZrFN_44jfCjWwS3uX__mcQyY1L4aYMmjWsGVSjB4GB_oQziNwhTjV99Mc1msyXt9EG8qpDLaJW8UmEIiOuEB6RJZc/s1600-h/P1030591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPNbGX8eUrahbhHc-LEhhd7HFnF9rNJbrVbi9ot3gqKtZrFN_44jfCjWwS3uX__mcQyY1L4aYMmjWsGVSjB4GB_oQziNwhTjV99Mc1msyXt9EG8qpDLaJW8UmEIiOuEB6RJZc/s320/P1030591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365757334880098" border="0" /></a>Kieran insisted on sleeping in his "football" pjs one night, despite the fact that it wasn't really going to be very cold. When we headed back to bed, this is what we found:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvl3sgrk9c6s0BY6SomHKaIii_YeGzaibZKDEOglkNC5LUHPPkYYoJO_fIr8ZsELVE_webVVGnFtdxB6xSrP8J6LALeNvvqCx6vH7pNLlaOt4MtRmQg1yVghUC5VLlw1uHU0F/s1600-h/P1030653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvl3sgrk9c6s0BY6SomHKaIii_YeGzaibZKDEOglkNC5LUHPPkYYoJO_fIr8ZsELVE_webVVGnFtdxB6xSrP8J6LALeNvvqCx6vH7pNLlaOt4MtRmQg1yVghUC5VLlw1uHU0F/s320/P1030653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365847893245682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7Nmqya5mPns5eaumvpwc1Ky_-EAmc8LrWl3PyzK895QlEuGeye86P8UGebous3PNkBlYKtr9QdAqs_9IdbmSlmZknzPjAXpMgnryKdrq7yAatd2aih-NxFq0-n_kAHhIulCT/s1600-h/P1030656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7Nmqya5mPns5eaumvpwc1Ky_-EAmc8LrWl3PyzK895QlEuGeye86P8UGebous3PNkBlYKtr9QdAqs_9IdbmSlmZknzPjAXpMgnryKdrq7yAatd2aih-NxFq0-n_kAHhIulCT/s320/P1030656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367809357877970" border="0" /></a>LOL! Um, we think he was just a wee bit hot.<br /><br />Another night we heard Kieran say, "Nuggle" (snuggle) on the monitor and went back to check on the kids and found this: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqIlCGg99jIjoiD14pTHt2Eul7pODSulcDDSsqaxESFXT4B0nyF6XrWHrJFYxJERNhKgImzdDhrvw6vCm8CBrDy0HEoAZ_nMWPzWxgHddi0fJWmItZjSp9_4k8EB1u8dW7x-y/s1600-h/P1030644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqIlCGg99jIjoiD14pTHt2Eul7pODSulcDDSsqaxESFXT4B0nyF6XrWHrJFYxJERNhKgImzdDhrvw6vCm8CBrDy0HEoAZ_nMWPzWxgHddi0fJWmItZjSp9_4k8EB1u8dW7x-y/s320/P1030644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365773919277570" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Typically, our kids sleep on opposite sides of the bed, which seemed like the most natural thing to do when Teagan was a baby. I mean, you don't want your almost-2-year-old rolling onto your newborn... Now that she weighs 2/3 of what Kieran does, I don't think we need to worry about that anymore. :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKu42QD261TIGPP9nVdb5NbHy8ONlhSAll62cyFhzQDPLG-SKe1F3ogVv4lTT4Q6hQ-qiMTuJNcdMJ0b37XwzjbN3e19rdbbp32d4xFt7ewKZQ8B5FalK5hM8VUVvHn1Wf0L0/s1600-h/P1030648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKu42QD261TIGPP9nVdb5NbHy8ONlhSAll62cyFhzQDPLG-SKe1F3ogVv4lTT4Q6hQ-qiMTuJNcdMJ0b37XwzjbN3e19rdbbp32d4xFt7ewKZQ8B5FalK5hM8VUVvHn1Wf0L0/s320/P1030648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365822013145538" border="0" /></a>These pictures just melt my heart. Usually Kieran just wants to snuggle with Mom or Dad, but I think he's officially added Teagan to that list of acceptable snugglers. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGFEF2RGOxoxb9ZeQ2k75rdg9mPE0wH9mfZP-7aNwFZN_BuhHkZjVpWdpcqt6CQdE89-EDQIXAbbXVTdQbjTPFOwc8mDiSJEnMUg2-xKRo_P070X9wk8ZnYJ-_UvBI69yM0cl/s1600-h/P1030640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGFEF2RGOxoxb9ZeQ2k75rdg9mPE0wH9mfZP-7aNwFZN_BuhHkZjVpWdpcqt6CQdE89-EDQIXAbbXVTdQbjTPFOwc8mDiSJEnMUg2-xKRo_P070X9wk8ZnYJ-_UvBI69yM0cl/s320/P1030640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365794064986082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklQQkH0wDQwfouhJs6NIMGQ3-EssnFJ1YCtLMRqwmUysQBnhazJqbaxDGmRVKn7RY-upk1flyoOA7qVcWHQWG5kys9SAI-cftzJ0HWOVVDrCrZg_cqcEUnwtq956TyRh1CfAr/s1600-h/P1040044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklQQkH0wDQwfouhJs6NIMGQ3-EssnFJ1YCtLMRqwmUysQBnhazJqbaxDGmRVKn7RY-upk1flyoOA7qVcWHQWG5kys9SAI-cftzJ0HWOVVDrCrZg_cqcEUnwtq956TyRh1CfAr/s320/P1040044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367821123635650" border="0" /></a></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-43515781412930688882008-07-16T23:45:00.006-05:002008-07-17T00:14:51.070-05:00Sweet T, Beach Baby ExtraordinaireI feel terrible that I posted tons of pictures of Kieran at the beach and then never returned to post any of Teagan's first impressions of the beach. So, without further ado, The Beach, Part Deux:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Teagan getting ready to head down to the beach: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoW1_MMSNVf_zjpI3c3zonRErTQePw0d7mfzevDzPDmhPuSjjfyCOwgXnshFtA4Ot27J3uOEQjEFprdYlDxUzVyFodCX54X6decWX7JcbW8razcSHQY46G7-1hD7KN2Qpm1HN0/s1600-h/P1030878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoW1_MMSNVf_zjpI3c3zonRErTQePw0d7mfzevDzPDmhPuSjjfyCOwgXnshFtA4Ot27J3uOEQjEFprdYlDxUzVyFodCX54X6decWX7JcbW8razcSHQY46G7-1hD7KN2Qpm1HN0/s320/P1030878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223841898741555826" border="0" /></a>And dipping her toes in the surf:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgu0IRR5Q-OY48iweYrfGURHeVK7u9M9k-FMbf6IUm9-vks73krr3Gkui3DtnKp9Jn-eWdI6AI7krd8QQAPOYAAPyjHOCGtu6JCwxJx9aoMChuRG409WLxAz3cdr1k7YyfFFI/s1600-h/P1030886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgu0IRR5Q-OY48iweYrfGURHeVK7u9M9k-FMbf6IUm9-vks73krr3Gkui3DtnKp9Jn-eWdI6AI7krd8QQAPOYAAPyjHOCGtu6JCwxJx9aoMChuRG409WLxAz3cdr1k7YyfFFI/s320/P1030886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223841897345445538" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz4C7tEevKq9W46kdnD1GuiRLtxf-GCSymX6ltW4e-ZHDOmYdCj2OTwY2YPL-iZi7JcpI_TkCpQFb-baKWqwqdzrTD3f8JwIrHi-g5xOQb_yCQ471Jqu0i4VFGs0S-ERMmJHe/s1600-h/P1030885.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz4C7tEevKq9W46kdnD1GuiRLtxf-GCSymX6ltW4e-ZHDOmYdCj2OTwY2YPL-iZi7JcpI_TkCpQFb-baKWqwqdzrTD3f8JwIrHi-g5xOQb_yCQ471Jqu0i4VFGs0S-ERMmJHe/s320/P1030885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843889499826210" border="0" /></a>Mostly, though, she hung out under the umbrellas with Grandma, Grandpa, and Mom:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnSpEt4FXj_fyDb4IM3cQxcAznluQjUQGc7LTWQPmjvq6kUBhoev8m-nq6sKKV2o2UNeL6tczTw28SodZypvURj0NmbTJ1D11e82EKHIqpoiwnHMFuj3gNlUzxffELHcV3Ytm/s1600-h/P1030912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnSpEt4FXj_fyDb4IM3cQxcAznluQjUQGc7LTWQPmjvq6kUBhoev8m-nq6sKKV2o2UNeL6tczTw28SodZypvURj0NmbTJ1D11e82EKHIqpoiwnHMFuj3gNlUzxffELHcV3Ytm/s320/P1030912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223841912890489266" border="0" /></a>She did venture out with Grandpa and Uncle Dan at times: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRpKhSacHLaT086_r5IhYf2hsQmTrec0Ou-LLqsLO91q0uqEt-y2Hd6WmfHok68kOSLtEuQZ8XdrLW-MiPAc4RxLEZaQSumVRR1bcH6F56Af-f2YzYAC4SPDkCIooGWKwGBHW/s1600-h/P1030896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRpKhSacHLaT086_r5IhYf2hsQmTrec0Ou-LLqsLO91q0uqEt-y2Hd6WmfHok68kOSLtEuQZ8XdrLW-MiPAc4RxLEZaQSumVRR1bcH6F56Af-f2YzYAC4SPDkCIooGWKwGBHW/s320/P1030896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223841904385794690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNKScvHJDRzwpMlEl73FEMFYU0KOtvgd86AhdWEkZm4JkbYuCGAZQpR_hTDwu_oM2mIPaS3_7F6TGIcdWi4OajZAWkHi-6XEsxW-Z7l7_Umh3r8NkoQQOX7FzP32mMoFEDDR8/s1600-h/P1030930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mBZwXsvCAcN9af-BWE7p0q8RJqPXaiB69CfsCDJvLjLxGOoQZssxg9Z_QwhkigJ0WUxV1nvAhid5lhBywLwC8_ax3snLtZsENqil2DwPT8fC5K-6E4h9B-D0jp0hMy9iMWJs/s320/P1030965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843645154009442" border="0" /></a>Kieran had a fantastic time! He loved the beach and is constantly asking to go back.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dcQC5XsXcz2x2Rf6GJfQJpkAyeqAoSD7P3R_2vIst30D_KsyOWER-tWiH2CZ7EIk4OR61OSFmtUDT7PB83KUpqFdycjV5hr0bPuA3anRSgbNiat5tyjrMLb4gYlMlNR0eNhH/s1600-h/P1030968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dcQC5XsXcz2x2Rf6GJfQJpkAyeqAoSD7P3R_2vIst30D_KsyOWER-tWiH2CZ7EIk4OR61OSFmtUDT7PB83KUpqFdycjV5hr0bPuA3anRSgbNiat5tyjrMLb4gYlMlNR0eNhH/s320/P1030968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843655586762258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRgQWCoLfNk_47s83x-Ni6Mxnj-Qy_E4JAVDhvU69TghkqHlBLqZWB_cxedTGEg0I8FRLzpYFtOyMATToGnWvOWnha7Q4n4QT9R0PcyWyIQzK8xO6_tybSDK0X7aaUJnYAkqS/s1600-h/P1030960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRgQWCoLfNk_47s83x-Ni6Mxnj-Qy_E4JAVDhvU69TghkqHlBLqZWB_cxedTGEg0I8FRLzpYFtOyMATToGnWvOWnha7Q4n4QT9R0PcyWyIQzK8xO6_tybSDK0X7aaUJnYAkqS/s320/P1030960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843638736924930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiIwxa8JYjpRKsM4yd8vUrgzrw8QcNXfKecZjfABR_Nu_29pYcHObQ_5BUbYMwOyyjES2yUurMTJo7ihnBQIk4mW1r9rC6bxsMBJnVlTiW4uG8uKMiQBpmo_mOMCbbziRP5NS/s1600-h/P1030922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiIwxa8JYjpRKsM4yd8vUrgzrw8QcNXfKecZjfABR_Nu_29pYcHObQ_5BUbYMwOyyjES2yUurMTJo7ihnBQIk4mW1r9rC6bxsMBJnVlTiW4uG8uKMiQBpmo_mOMCbbziRP5NS/s320/P1030922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842815941126706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxB2pWPhySRB7xEenwIj9YeKPNQhz9t0512NrciEbSGNSuU78Ps14zP0bQPHjcoLnGddZmGqr8iZ8Vjh25T2iOMYQHMBQuUsw2GqtGq3rBjUvJXnrTeUKU6XcFR1y-j86DWU2t/s1600-h/P1030956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxB2pWPhySRB7xEenwIj9YeKPNQhz9t0512NrciEbSGNSuU78Ps14zP0bQPHjcoLnGddZmGqr8iZ8Vjh25T2iOMYQHMBQuUsw2GqtGq3rBjUvJXnrTeUKU6XcFR1y-j86DWU2t/s320/P1030956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842858713181506" border="0" /></a>I think he also really enjoyed having a chance to bond with his aunts and uncles. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQYuJvpPOw2z8fTHzH0Lg33AOnz7d8sdGQvSWmqxK9YvEdshchhyphenhyphenCv_ouxHksT6NTGu4IatmiSfRSfAXFZnoBfdfFbDyej6sc2NejywFYukIM0vvUjf5KBR-iDTxfTUqHtMl0/s1600-h/P1030918.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQYuJvpPOw2z8fTHzH0Lg33AOnz7d8sdGQvSWmqxK9YvEdshchhyphenhyphenCv_ouxHksT6NTGu4IatmiSfRSfAXFZnoBfdfFbDyej6sc2NejywFYukIM0vvUjf5KBR-iDTxfTUqHtMl0/s320/P1030918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842813809253394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvYFo7uMCiZGie70vCbWyDCIcMqZVh55g-U9UU2-Jyk7-_Tdq7tcOd9Bkv_OyK5_A_g2qiEojsVqaaV3-2gcMKwdYVnogVgcVNoP-8KptnGxWGDjInIL119GiO7Sm7Ukzr2vX/s1600-h/P1030914.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvYFo7uMCiZGie70vCbWyDCIcMqZVh55g-U9UU2-Jyk7-_Tdq7tcOd9Bkv_OyK5_A_g2qiEojsVqaaV3-2gcMKwdYVnogVgcVNoP-8KptnGxWGDjInIL119GiO7Sm7Ukzr2vX/s320/P1030914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223841918383760898" border="0" /></a>The three of us had a fantastic time! We missed David, of course, but we LOVED the beach.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRqIyxl5MyJhv2iSl1Qst0__PLCUuYVKouuA5OfKErVsZzoaW4eXIRwXXlHVZiu9ujgmX3T_mXmYsDg77lhTTMEAlivucDQd7OsfPQFK6wTPR1QSFm8ndbJIUxWHhsut_7Bhm/s1600-h/P1030978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRqIyxl5MyJhv2iSl1Qst0__PLCUuYVKouuA5OfKErVsZzoaW4eXIRwXXlHVZiu9ujgmX3T_mXmYsDg77lhTTMEAlivucDQd7OsfPQFK6wTPR1QSFm8ndbJIUxWHhsut_7Bhm/s320/P1030978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843671620210466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejZm7BQfTL-kABp46izB7jbmqC9mXd4OhxMV4fDLvmTDxODzAbMKwqkjUO7yL2KQcQEsWfp-8pJAP6SD6LC96-agDNZHvGwOC-xxwTHnV7l7h6kXlv5GavQ3GhDEJimJo4WDK/s1600-h/P1030980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejZm7BQfTL-kABp46izB7jbmqC9mXd4OhxMV4fDLvmTDxODzAbMKwqkjUO7yL2KQcQEsWfp-8pJAP6SD6LC96-agDNZHvGwOC-xxwTHnV7l7h6kXlv5GavQ3GhDEJimJo4WDK/s320/P1030980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843663536544594" border="0" /></a>And this, my friends, is what Kieran looked like pretty much every afternoon at or just after lunchtime. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4gbQJG6EmkzLLkvRBa7ZPkaBv9Tp7_pnWFoF5XJ5YozNArXJNpKYSGSwxrfdPjA6Fc_zEKJb1ABmUE116JeL1bD35D8o_UMigRf1psBSNwypZyN6AuWJ4y0wLMMT1S8oeS8D/s1600-h/P1030993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4gbQJG6EmkzLLkvRBa7ZPkaBv9Tp7_pnWFoF5XJ5YozNArXJNpKYSGSwxrfdPjA6Fc_zEKJb1ABmUE116JeL1bD35D8o_UMigRf1psBSNwypZyN6AuWJ4y0wLMMT1S8oeS8D/s320/P1030993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223843899472237090" border="0" /></a>Getting him to go down for his naps was a piece of cake. As a matter of fact, both of my kids slept like champs while we were in Virginia. Makes me glad that we're headed back in just a few short days. :) <br /></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-43244501018764626202008-06-18T06:48:00.008-05:002008-06-18T08:09:38.943-05:00Beach Baby, Beach BabyWe're currently at the beach (although sadly sans David, who is back home working hard), where KRUF has experienced the ocean and sand for the first time. He is LOVING it, and I have a feeling that I'll be pressing even more urgently for a move to the shore (or at least closer to the shore than the Midwest...) once this trip is over.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pictures of Kieran and Uncle Andrew making their way across the beach to the shoreline (and Uncle Andrew trying to get Kieran to wave to me up on our room's balcony):<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9He1Dw4tpPme-FyMG5va69Kd9Bn6oqUAB4cp6YXLX1OCXaVpvBnQ82KRo_0GddClM8wiAeOrz6chXtCH9Y3xC-vq39IUH2t2KysWWauYVT9UND5D9UAMpMZJ7XASeUo0MEzY/s1600-h/P1030788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9He1Dw4tpPme-FyMG5va69Kd9Bn6oqUAB4cp6YXLX1OCXaVpvBnQ82KRo_0GddClM8wiAeOrz6chXtCH9Y3xC-vq39IUH2t2KysWWauYVT9UND5D9UAMpMZJ7XASeUo0MEzY/s320/P1030788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213195793188062338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIjKU368SjXTbg6FAo5mjSsDyNAZmd0viN_tDGRRoUZXJcUgCPtD9tpO6jgHZZEDlOA9wR8i6nAjyvOnFpy_1wa7iEGJFU7T3mOBd5reLQmJceRjjAT05ss0s_FiCi5e42tHt/s1600-h/P1030792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxt4cpI8tdV2NRxQEoj0R1d38OKtxb2B4omDvzJbGpaVwX93FbyBYqbcE8cgF999kNWZHeciRJSs5PrKgIzRoze7biRgrcc_pflaKapYggI3_qNtyQMQsT93jyNTpGUTEVDOE/s320/P1030802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201375033521186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskiYHTX55y7bP58K-l0OatRaJf6nKgN5jshABjwL2wQm3ThtTedbJcAfPCk_Q1p5tCSnNglw7n1u4mNUboTVH3VEdO6Gs5778IptqAg45q7U7l6XAOVK8ROoCWwwNiL2ejwnJ/s1600-h/P1030806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskiYHTX55y7bP58K-l0OatRaJf6nKgN5jshABjwL2wQm3ThtTedbJcAfPCk_Q1p5tCSnNglw7n1u4mNUboTVH3VEdO6Gs5778IptqAg45q7U7l6XAOVK8ROoCWwwNiL2ejwnJ/s320/P1030806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201384126337106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn0fC_qK4hiHY40IvwdluPb-0cuHUmPMQxBbr8WYAZZvba1H1rLrp37OgAYY0pFvrKV0ocXnNBJlHdHrSMzi7oz2sSLzH01ShWtpw-pdOO731iiJDwe3k987BRnPfElP6VoI3/s1600-h/P1030804.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvn0fC_qK4hiHY40IvwdluPb-0cuHUmPMQxBbr8WYAZZvba1H1rLrp37OgAYY0pFvrKV0ocXnNBJlHdHrSMzi7oz2sSLzH01ShWtpw-pdOO731iiJDwe3k987BRnPfElP6VoI3/s320/P1030804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201376881762082" border="0" /></a>You may have noticed that Kieran is doing everything with his Uncle Andrew, who has fast become one of his favorite pals. It's been awesome to see how tender, gentle, and patient my 15 year old brother has been with his little nephew. Kieran couldn't wait to "go outside" once we arrived at the hotel (and wouldn't even put on his swim gear, as you may have noticed) so Uncle Andrew gladly took him out to check out the beach while I got us settled, nursed Teagan, etc. Here are some adorable pictures of the two of them:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQbRp8rz2Zr_QmxAIpPsRDV846oV1KpSVyss2iYHehhfV6wPqARVrHoqAbHWBzXu-S823t-AIDnyMFCiLQDSNytSfn8xfCmRXZj_2nmg7zuD2rFT35w3fMfrSrrXzi8RSTMfn/s1600-h/P1030842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQbRp8rz2Zr_QmxAIpPsRDV846oV1KpSVyss2iYHehhfV6wPqARVrHoqAbHWBzXu-S823t-AIDnyMFCiLQDSNytSfn8xfCmRXZj_2nmg7zuD2rFT35w3fMfrSrrXzi8RSTMfn/s320/P1030842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213200491727736978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyotBV01ZTDpF1YdqfzPlP0IvfWVuUXKxCkxmH2ozKP_gWajHQL9e6r64BbApVofdUXY6OYGra3oEaUROyNs2W_GwxD7vs-7Rh28rSpGxIRKYWSORgNCXqqfvQs0WiGzwiVo2/s1600-h/P1030843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyotBV01ZTDpF1YdqfzPlP0IvfWVuUXKxCkxmH2ozKP_gWajHQL9e6r64BbApVofdUXY6OYGra3oEaUROyNs2W_GwxD7vs-7Rh28rSpGxIRKYWSORgNCXqqfvQs0WiGzwiVo2/s320/P1030843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213200493164070578" border="0" /></a>These are just a few last pictures for Daddy, whom we're all missing, although we're have a great time:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelf-mVEA0wDfQ3A-X6aEmjBdTeyXS-2_Lei-YGoBfL9Vwl4zcTIf-eqON6Ax5b5LqBwqeeHcNf49ylAMqJYJaKpGAQKlAzS77dBMMriEM_7qTlJwbvJqXNzXngJzuY-wc_UlX/s1600-h/P1030861.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelf-mVEA0wDfQ3A-X6aEmjBdTeyXS-2_Lei-YGoBfL9Vwl4zcTIf-eqON6Ax5b5LqBwqeeHcNf49ylAMqJYJaKpGAQKlAzS77dBMMriEM_7qTlJwbvJqXNzXngJzuY-wc_UlX/s320/P1030861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201055473794626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqx7GpZvidTOToKm3JQVCEfE9Aum2_ryeaddwmjIhqJkQZc_g9wegxAgouxZruqRCREHNfJ5_QsiSJ-ydhHFZ6RK5Y7rQC2CKXxKwol6W65tMWOhyxgGZb4zL30Ri-c1MSQhj7/s1600-h/P1030845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqx7GpZvidTOToKm3JQVCEfE9Aum2_ryeaddwmjIhqJkQZc_g9wegxAgouxZruqRCREHNfJ5_QsiSJ-ydhHFZ6RK5Y7rQC2CKXxKwol6W65tMWOhyxgGZb4zL30Ri-c1MSQhj7/s320/P1030845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213200492645069618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGE57yR6aQvERLFwBlfF8i86vD1BdxHuF4bOFQ4LfKiFV07rAbUGOH87h7i7J-iN-8ZTHUuliiBREeKSsKxf2oIg_BaayWLNSHIIj8CAyLnsTsztF-zH1vkiUd1GuViv-hYy6E/s1600-h/P1030822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGE57yR6aQvERLFwBlfF8i86vD1BdxHuF4bOFQ4LfKiFV07rAbUGOH87h7i7J-iN-8ZTHUuliiBREeKSsKxf2oIg_BaayWLNSHIIj8CAyLnsTsztF-zH1vkiUd1GuViv-hYy6E/s320/P1030822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213196780320108818" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-72420964765460449662008-05-21T15:07:00.010-05:002008-06-09T01:38:23.307-05:00The Mother of All PIcture PostsI know, I know! It's been so incredibly long since I posted any updates about the kids here on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' family blog, and I know those of you who don't live close by are eagerly awaiting an update on and new pictures of the kiddos (especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Teagan</span> since she's at that age where she seems to look different from one day to the next!).<br /><br />We're actually in Virginia right now, so lots of babysitters (although my kids are both sleeping right now) and my brother brought me his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dvd</span> copy of the second season of "LOST" which is freeing up my computer for important things like blogging. (In fact, I'm sitting here typing this post while watching "LOST" on my brother's sweet 50" plasma screen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tv</span>. I know, my life is so hard!)<br /><br />So, without further ado, March, April, and May (in pictures) in the life of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TEUF</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">KRUF</span> Family.<br /><br />I *think* in my last kid-related post I posted pictures of the kids from St. Patrick's Day, so I'll pick up from there. On March 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> we boarded an airplane for (what we thought was) our last plane trip for a long, long time and headed back "home" to Virginia to introduce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Teagan</span> to most of her extended family. For some reason I was camera impaired during the trip and have hardly an pictures. Maybe it was chasing after an almost-two year old and taking care of my then two-month old? Anyways, here are some of the pictures I *do* have...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Teagan</span> with Uncle Brian and Cousin Jay:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeIyTngFi9PgauhVU2qiKmKbIFtrX6uGYyjBiZSOIp-TA5BWAiYsHyq6yymIzP3eDL96yucU2iemrxhSsoQPDnfkzhmCnwV7KWnN8BYGG6fgu40irR89bzyaHtWJfpo9S3r8T/s1600-h/P1030112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeIyTngFi9PgauhVU2qiKmKbIFtrX6uGYyjBiZSOIp-TA5BWAiYsHyq6yymIzP3eDL96yucU2iemrxhSsoQPDnfkzhmCnwV7KWnN8BYGG6fgu40irR89bzyaHtWJfpo9S3r8T/s320/P1030112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458794387585346" border="0" /></a>A Handful of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Fergusons</span>:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBZWqSNVHHxFglEtMq4C5GjADKUQ4Ya2amwitqVCcuefSk_Hr__LMCBtvZJKVHJ5xXz9077Kb1PZ1NRmrbaqsJeGp8f5IzxOGFIJg8xs4nCOsFU4Rhor95ZipcumnhyZSLs9A/s1600-h/P1030132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBZWqSNVHHxFglEtMq4C5GjADKUQ4Ya2amwitqVCcuefSk_Hr__LMCBtvZJKVHJ5xXz9077Kb1PZ1NRmrbaqsJeGp8f5IzxOGFIJg8xs4nCOsFU4Rhor95ZipcumnhyZSLs9A/s320/P1030132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458797975739922" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Teagan</span> and Grandma:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUOw-iOBWW0QWsWpLQHESBTpmDPjCVMuFmPmRnG7z0YpO4ZTKXAcEGeGUc2jcM1jcf5a-I8OwMeDp39M2RSmuQNlI2Qw46G0yW0tPOS4I6I95oBrdS82zVjusskwG8G85X4Da/s1600-h/P1030135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUOw-iOBWW0QWsWpLQHESBTpmDPjCVMuFmPmRnG7z0YpO4ZTKXAcEGeGUc2jcM1jcf5a-I8OwMeDp39M2RSmuQNlI2Qw46G0yW0tPOS4I6I95oBrdS82zVjusskwG8G85X4Da/s320/P1030135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458804514000194" border="0" /></a>We were at Grandma and Grandpa's house on Easter Sunday, and, boy, was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Keiran</span> lucky that we were. We're not really Easter celebrators, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kieran</span> probably would have gotten a small something if we were at home (maybe a couple of springtime books). At Grandma and Grandpa's house he made out like a bandit, though. His basket had WAY more candy than anyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">else's</span>, he's the only one who got a chocolate bunny, he got a Thomas the Tank book, a stuffed bunny. Good lord, I don't think we need to buy him anything ever again for Easter and I think he'd still come out ahead...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJ9b6irHEIMocx4BJ2cLL5yFH5mBKIUD7_ggK0mqz6SZ3tMtf_CGjWZ0jOHY92Qk2ptgMeY32nlAWMSx-Eotagw-q8ai9NFe5fMFzzNC5c4EPLO6_8dLfJdTDWPhAe1FQZT3Z/s1600-h/P1030144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJ9b6irHEIMocx4BJ2cLL5yFH5mBKIUD7_ggK0mqz6SZ3tMtf_CGjWZ0jOHY92Qk2ptgMeY32nlAWMSx-Eotagw-q8ai9NFe5fMFzzNC5c4EPLO6_8dLfJdTDWPhAe1FQZT3Z/s320/P1030144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458803357286050" border="0" /></a>Here he is on Easter morning enjoying his massive haul:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAT7Yv3kwq9scVlQWmmnJWCZNflIeIrKTcXJZB19swV3NZe51eEqjWONwEIV-BiH3Ml2RxgyHYGb-lRch_OsL3RWo65htbApNMUpknQMd8NbTRWWsQyOZP8Phr81aO_Gq9TPqN/s1600-h/P1030145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAT7Yv3kwq9scVlQWmmnJWCZNflIeIrKTcXJZB19swV3NZe51eEqjWONwEIV-BiH3Ml2RxgyHYGb-lRch_OsL3RWo65htbApNMUpknQMd8NbTRWWsQyOZP8Phr81aO_Gq9TPqN/s320/P1030145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458805996299890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyh3TcMf3W42wdCzhqPYpqoIa0yIryrJNeiDQdFeNL3p9r7DgsAbnT1iDt2eK0zyUI5-Mc1s35puqwlT0Uk0e-Av4ernp2oRyzVnWNDCpwW-XopDSsXhUHRcM9BJBQKCRrwccs/s1600-h/P1030146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyh3TcMf3W42wdCzhqPYpqoIa0yIryrJNeiDQdFeNL3p9r7DgsAbnT1iDt2eK0zyUI5-Mc1s35puqwlT0Uk0e-Av4ernp2oRyzVnWNDCpwW-XopDSsXhUHRcM9BJBQKCRrwccs/s320/P1030146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208462816796125730" border="0" /></a>The weather was really nice when we returned to our home in Illinois, and so one beautiful Sunday morning we went over to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Kieran</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Teagan's</span> friend Maya's house and walked over to her neighborhood park for some fun playtime. Although our camera takes awful pictures inside, it does a fantastic job outside, so there are lots of park shots to admire. I especially like these ones:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYa3UBjQbH3arWSOIdVcVmCkl-C14seHZHL_7X3QL-7jflnT8ePk14ONl6sOAmd1ImJ2NcC-dA3HDEHExa2_pAju42kQ9e252pph2-4KS3IanmJCeagNF_otvKusiZywafPpQq/s1600-h/P1030304.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYa3UBjQbH3arWSOIdVcVmCkl-C14seHZHL_7X3QL-7jflnT8ePk14ONl6sOAmd1ImJ2NcC-dA3HDEHExa2_pAju42kQ9e252pph2-4KS3IanmJCeagNF_otvKusiZywafPpQq/s320/P1030304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475723069991426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2Ip0E2dcDJXd66z-SemWAF1-sl2BweqpaSjJCF71mdg148FEKbpaIXYXTeANgXJxQ2rKOsMNWdISTImGZf9DC50nnkWC5cnUwKYt6x8x2JratLVm5ragApWtnMG_3Vth3OOr/s1600-h/P1030353.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQXKm03EeEWj95WFKRiN5ukRzsRWz8WadTClSwF82aGdIIIeQJVHpKzq9P5FL8_uLTVn0s9h4gjtPsFo6D9iMgQFSYjO2h9X-1cO_fI8lmdzubb87Ec2tX2J62fuDqCxvGC9E/s320/P1030246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208472653642581458" border="0" /></a>Playing in the mulch:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMzl1SO7-0xRk1iF6LteWB47L7l5mOwAC2OeBAAVzCqR9i1XLwsfcYoeqxHxxju2svwuqIue6ITMiN3J8o5eHTVrmBB8TRna2650xemHdc7RQG0MEN3LiHK3pdvCCxGBXBla4/s1600-h/P1030316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxMzl1SO7-0xRk1iF6LteWB47L7l5mOwAC2OeBAAVzCqR9i1XLwsfcYoeqxHxxju2svwuqIue6ITMiN3J8o5eHTVrmBB8TRna2650xemHdc7RQG0MEN3LiHK3pdvCCxGBXBla4/s320/P1030316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475729521836450" border="0" /></a>Loving the swings:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUi7oRa2M3PiMSCWaARbJVJJHBdBiMW2Jt9YzoJVR0dW1kNM1pHKY43MoGJ8N_8U2VGCTfnAYe4UoCOAdGqbhUl6xzvce3J-5C1919J5omAbDAsIWRpxsakGIQUNON0FBgMOx/s1600-h/P1030268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkCXqAkGDRUih-b3MK8FKFzwORWO3Gr2zNP-zjN68_PDh-rxk7rl_G5Mv5UH3TskL-7nc5JEZSjgYHij_v3nvbfgU6gAl3G4727-2Sfjhgnobey3bwvlOrDLkM0O44k98rJtY/s320/P1030289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208472663401753954" border="0" /></a>Going down the slide like a big, big boy:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-CQnGGrhLl1T0zP5BevovQtPmzAd9nh6Fuz6fhxhCDDodz3dryfcKQX4r6kh_D9Qail1UdOsWrJC7JdTIUO9rEIvCylYkXhM4Ikk11z7vWg4oFCWVIzkzI5kftfY0DF4k5tW5/s1600-h/P1030218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-CQnGGrhLl1T0zP5BevovQtPmzAd9nh6Fuz6fhxhCDDodz3dryfcKQX4r6kh_D9Qail1UdOsWrJC7JdTIUO9rEIvCylYkXhM4Ikk11z7vWg4oFCWVIzkzI5kftfY0DF4k5tW5/s320/P1030218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208462822484803554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBFfyfP_ET1XCFvWLw2OjuusTd-12W9nr5gGEiLVlOEtJhPT0E74zFpIElh8_V8-10oa5gL69MyiJXSJPtk64a5-SbiGIDlvQF2kUDpYwmWUFJsNrIzVBCZVVYSWKaym_upEg/s1600-h/P1030219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBFfyfP_ET1XCFvWLw2OjuusTd-12W9nr5gGEiLVlOEtJhPT0E74zFpIElh8_V8-10oa5gL69MyiJXSJPtk64a5-SbiGIDlvQF2kUDpYwmWUFJsNrIzVBCZVVYSWKaym_upEg/s320/P1030219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208462824340102738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiryCMFDKQZ95V9T-z4YeLOBdkZBJtKco0rY9HyZ9b8llqp-kdsfgK76-wsOC-VV5kpBmLS0zZvp-Qt-IfJ0VFsNP4gUfKk2S_FtMzOGI6fMhBRlL6Qb0OUrkkGeqagm1lJUD/s1600-h/P1030221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiryCMFDKQZ95V9T-z4YeLOBdkZBJtKco0rY9HyZ9b8llqp-kdsfgK76-wsOC-VV5kpBmLS0zZvp-Qt-IfJ0VFsNP4gUfKk2S_FtMzOGI6fMhBRlL6Qb0OUrkkGeqagm1lJUD/s320/P1030221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208462826330389442" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Kieran</span> had a great time:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBv3TbJfrSIVr-PA8ih2oba3jNvE1tQdHuJEqQrkTuuE1QlikQbDoGQGxnki7Sx5mE7G7McNaG52FKTTsBvYa-qs-EyTVFHp7FqVeZXFWl8TYiZ4e9_ai5JXPqBuoRn02P-Yz/s1600-h/P1030224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBv3TbJfrSIVr-PA8ih2oba3jNvE1tQdHuJEqQrkTuuE1QlikQbDoGQGxnki7Sx5mE7G7McNaG52FKTTsBvYa-qs-EyTVFHp7FqVeZXFWl8TYiZ4e9_ai5JXPqBuoRn02P-Yz/s320/P1030224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208462831713422114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk18lk69Kwm8uOgzgIW_JFCwvacxEFdUG6rkb5V4qe2o2hy6REMIjab3eAQQ61ppuVRS-CCm_EvSM-4ArI1gesRpRsNMFRH_yOiyk3hewQViOqdgtf1TkvD2nuf-AQ285HWD6d/s1600-h/P1030356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk18lk69Kwm8uOgzgIW_JFCwvacxEFdUG6rkb5V4qe2o2hy6REMIjab3eAQQ61ppuVRS-CCm_EvSM-4ArI1gesRpRsNMFRH_yOiyk3hewQViOqdgtf1TkvD2nuf-AQ285HWD6d/s320/P1030356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475732232530306" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">although "making music" on the metal trashcan and basketball post with sticks was probably most awesome for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Kieran</span> and Maya:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL8CzS64Ir5iwWbIaYyBgqIPanuNqILeKQWyGSR-VMqXb0SDah25eWKd1ArvcLRPyEDDr5Qjq4aq2Wkl8UQWdFtBVwG23UvJ7SZnbfCuzYF7rJkZc5q3_sFXXzir4LjvvU0w1/s1600-h/P1030341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL8CzS64Ir5iwWbIaYyBgqIPanuNqILeKQWyGSR-VMqXb0SDah25eWKd1ArvcLRPyEDDr5Qjq4aq2Wkl8UQWdFtBVwG23UvJ7SZnbfCuzYF7rJkZc5q3_sFXXzir4LjvvU0w1/s320/P1030341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475734442589602" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Teagan</span>, like the "chillest baby ever" that she is, slept in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Kozy</span> pretty much the whole time we were at the park:<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dfEDQfUzPhvMAA2xlStxdQkZi076AgWBPad-6iDPhMzvwh59cN8Ate9OUC0WCtrPSzo6fjSmw38ADMhsIAdlk5lF1hCXdKsar9rMve50hqqOnMWQNo4TRN1uHLoHrBrPhowF/s1600-h/P1030326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dfEDQfUzPhvMAA2xlStxdQkZi076AgWBPad-6iDPhMzvwh59cN8Ate9OUC0WCtrPSzo6fjSmw38ADMhsIAdlk5lF1hCXdKsar9rMve50hqqOnMWQNo4TRN1uHLoHrBrPhowF/s320/P1030326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475729693662066" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span></a>On April 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">th</span>, we all remembered <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-day-for-hokies-everywhere-as-many.html">what happened one year ago</a> and displayed our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Hokie</span> pride:<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAozs551e-RwHNc9EKNMuOD_CSImLFf3jVV6SO7WnX1Q-zEAODaBdetF1XElPUFe2i7pXay237w4YHANjyQ1sE5IHvaQMXsbWuzK3ycWoinna7bVgty-74YEFZ20RQEkNwt_kV/s1600-h/P1030369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAozs551e-RwHNc9EKNMuOD_CSImLFf3jVV6SO7WnX1Q-zEAODaBdetF1XElPUFe2i7pXay237w4YHANjyQ1sE5IHvaQMXsbWuzK3ycWoinna7bVgty-74YEFZ20RQEkNwt_kV/s320/P1030369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209720428399188994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMof0ujqR-JN7L97bYInAAgmS0hGv6bB_NtoIT5dq2usFqLKFuVTWYvEBVtYo0ClK0ELPLA2pYpo5B8Ttj5QBWWD84AIPXEFcfKzc1MbouNg4SKbHFkhyphenhyphenlZjdH59M9fxSL4_BJ/s1600-h/P1030365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMof0ujqR-JN7L97bYInAAgmS0hGv6bB_NtoIT5dq2usFqLKFuVTWYvEBVtYo0ClK0ELPLA2pYpo5B8Ttj5QBWWD84AIPXEFcfKzc1MbouNg4SKbHFkhyphenhyphenlZjdH59M9fxSL4_BJ/s320/P1030365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208479354599251282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2W3z9Iz5zzeNHd0yNr03CbHz3ZRvKIGgR2xz4CBoYb_6F9wT6KpizODFx_W5pG1fIRiVIFVdmQ-oC8Owc7-dJyASKz7GMP-8NmQM-whnPa9nH_V2vvw2pL4XIYkd9c-M2QB1/s1600-h/P1030363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2W3z9Iz5zzeNHd0yNr03CbHz3ZRvKIGgR2xz4CBoYb_6F9wT6KpizODFx_W5pG1fIRiVIFVdmQ-oC8Owc7-dJyASKz7GMP-8NmQM-whnPa9nH_V2vvw2pL4XIYkd9c-M2QB1/s320/P1030363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208479360964448146" border="0" /></a>We have some seriously adorable future <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Hokies</span> on our hands, don't you think?<br /></div><br />Just two days later was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Kieran's</span> second birthday, and we had a fantastically fun birthday party that Saturday with lots of his friends and their parents, as well as two wonderful aunties from Virginia who took a crazy, whirlwind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">roadtrip</span> to spend the weekend celebrating with us. Here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Kieran</span> and Aunt Kathleen checking out his ladybug cake:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEhuGkgK-q9i6Gc2gtBQtMs4Fmpf_g3WFotDGOEjAdB-UEF_5r-_xgyIJDmakz3aar9S42ypAOsncoHqFcdnmOcnVqzb7oWqhvssAdzedftwn6qMDxCiRRU21oxjpzSwdI1cN/s1600-h/P1030481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEhuGkgK-q9i6Gc2gtBQtMs4Fmpf_g3WFotDGOEjAdB-UEF_5r-_xgyIJDmakz3aar9S42ypAOsncoHqFcdnmOcnVqzb7oWqhvssAdzedftwn6qMDxCiRRU21oxjpzSwdI1cN/s320/P1030481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209720421408571554" border="0" /></a>I am seriously proud of this cake, which was my first real attempt at creating an artistic birthday cake. Not too bad considering what his birthday cake looked like the year before... And it tasted fantastic to boot!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg981MibJKMxzAW72U1fNpBobnT0WSKaiIioVxuXwiXHXqTCUzyKh4IV0uP3pM-tb30A1hvvfRpLbNFQal1QeLMa-DMLDh7n05axo-mxEaRIhCZ8ks092gFFuadOFw0zgKwcV-6/s1600-h/P1030489.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg981MibJKMxzAW72U1fNpBobnT0WSKaiIioVxuXwiXHXqTCUzyKh4IV0uP3pM-tb30A1hvvfRpLbNFQal1QeLMa-DMLDh7n05axo-mxEaRIhCZ8ks092gFFuadOFw0zgKwcV-6/s320/P1030489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209720416401626194" border="0" /></a>Here's David showing the cake to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Kieran</span> and his friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Dema</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Kharma</span>:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0ZRHUU41K5S0T0t2JrT-kirkZfHLoSn4pWE7qLwpg2Goph_r8ZvjZ40M3u9_fA3nTpceFjUIM3uW7RGrOuFjUccnZjcNgDhy-YcWmnEJxQbJ2Q9ePjuIi-Wrcx4AKETfqLED/s1600-h/P1030496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0ZRHUU41K5S0T0t2JrT-kirkZfHLoSn4pWE7qLwpg2Goph_r8ZvjZ40M3u9_fA3nTpceFjUIM3uW7RGrOuFjUccnZjcNgDhy-YcWmnEJxQbJ2Q9ePjuIi-Wrcx4AKETfqLED/s320/P1030496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209720406776860834" border="0" /></a>Getting ready to lick the (delicious red currant) icing off the candle:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCo83_sqRvrUT3jQQFgBBHCP3EPohLXThC8SjGioIRtLBvkvcn8yHO9XiiY8OwI5_Osv4qXrPf0k4vW8iyZ2dxaHWoznueSUcv4Sq80tmuj8AQu2GqDGTvn2LE54T5F11QvU1/s1600-h/P1030504.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCo83_sqRvrUT3jQQFgBBHCP3EPohLXThC8SjGioIRtLBvkvcn8yHO9XiiY8OwI5_Osv4qXrPf0k4vW8iyZ2dxaHWoznueSUcv4Sq80tmuj8AQu2GqDGTvn2LE54T5F11QvU1/s320/P1030504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209720399603391522" border="0" /></a>And getting ready to eat a bite of cake:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9s2g2dcHiKz9Epnr230Uc23eLNJk4kro6E5k5txs-SAHy3tfIh08NWNioZ4FB4C6XAG2caM3IajecffCUoxRZMvbcCZtbGl5kUOXwDq5u_up0mK-dnJea1CPj8wkBPVZ1URD/s1600-h/P1030516.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9s2g2dcHiKz9Epnr230Uc23eLNJk4kro6E5k5txs-SAHy3tfIh08NWNioZ4FB4C6XAG2caM3IajecffCUoxRZMvbcCZtbGl5kUOXwDq5u_up0mK-dnJea1CPj8wkBPVZ1URD/s320/P1030516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729473098122818" border="0" /></a>Of course, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Teagan</span> was at the party, too, but she was happy to just observe all the big(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">ger</span>) kids playing and having a good time from Mom's safe arms:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiG6mlhho0LRWkX-xGx_6o69COkUlsCHolWBaFZrQlMVL_KMelyHJBQxvvNjsiHOVZPOAUT_FhKDgXp5hsaBcUFjIwQLBunzsq9npxyMM9dywZeWPvGUE1nb4xlpbFsj70B79/s1600-h/P1030521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiG6mlhho0LRWkX-xGx_6o69COkUlsCHolWBaFZrQlMVL_KMelyHJBQxvvNjsiHOVZPOAUT_FhKDgXp5hsaBcUFjIwQLBunzsq9npxyMM9dywZeWPvGUE1nb4xlpbFsj70B79/s320/P1030521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721150829127602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUjBEr7p9k9rlkeuYSwqAkqBCPO9I9T-KFZFlhWNgoFT9EdxV68_4145aWHP6Gn9ZuGbVkEhWfS8IFUPS5yfZiRvbWBAVR5AOlQgekSn89jjFiqAUvZ18OTLB1cs-w0n2Mns5/s1600-h/P1030522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUjBEr7p9k9rlkeuYSwqAkqBCPO9I9T-KFZFlhWNgoFT9EdxV68_4145aWHP6Gn9ZuGbVkEhWfS8IFUPS5yfZiRvbWBAVR5AOlQgekSn89jjFiqAUvZ18OTLB1cs-w0n2Mns5/s320/P1030522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721156375035858" border="0" /></a>Here's a picture of me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Teagan</span> and our friends <a href="http://veganlinda.blogspot.com/">Linda</a> and Josie and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Neli</span> and Kismet.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbiQLn9LXa8Ze_qTqh80g2XLytf1BDORhjPG-4LBeffPSqeB8nx1sCLVnOU9fn61d-0FOJ2gL_UweUx1syctsvoW0bd4dXJkHIxMJkgA8WXHRG5UYOVYZQXFD3AzZGY7hZw-c/s1600-h/P1030517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbiQLn9LXa8Ze_qTqh80g2XLytf1BDORhjPG-4LBeffPSqeB8nx1sCLVnOU9fn61d-0FOJ2gL_UweUx1syctsvoW0bd4dXJkHIxMJkgA8WXHRG5UYOVYZQXFD3AzZGY7hZw-c/s320/P1030517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721143803797490" border="0" /></a>Kismet and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Teagan</span> were actually born on the same day! I think that fact is so special, and I hope that they will be friends for many years to come.<br /></div><br />It was around this time that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Teagan</span> figured out how to get her hands into her mouth. One morning I had put her on the changing table while I was straightening up around the house and she was being remarkably quiet. I peeked over at her, and this is what I saw:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzoXDZKoZJtfx5mqLhdCcVezDY7xR11p-pdCu99Pvn1oy9Wo3mzdg-QUHS8T-ryQORL3-VJDPtRW90JOYWRWwdpKBicrj4P3jyZu_IwmGHjfYrI9GFMCX4dSFgUBIiRvOsVyu/s1600-h/P1030533.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzoXDZKoZJtfx5mqLhdCcVezDY7xR11p-pdCu99Pvn1oy9Wo3mzdg-QUHS8T-ryQORL3-VJDPtRW90JOYWRWwdpKBicrj4P3jyZu_IwmGHjfYrI9GFMCX4dSFgUBIiRvOsVyu/s320/P1030533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721176220538466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodCK5nSRIj0046Xe0NrjjST8SjPFt5hHCQjEsvzRl5uLKhYS85tUWhlHZ0SI9oO5dcEOciywoa2F4XxjVWRNtNetgtxgf3fOsvSvqcJGCs8YdCos1wYfGXlHJLMDAbGFHXroT/s1600-h/P1030534.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodCK5nSRIj0046Xe0NrjjST8SjPFt5hHCQjEsvzRl5uLKhYS85tUWhlHZ0SI9oO5dcEOciywoa2F4XxjVWRNtNetgtxgf3fOsvSvqcJGCs8YdCos1wYfGXlHJLMDAbGFHXroT/s320/P1030534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721185262559266" border="0" /></a>How adorable are these pictures? Fortunately, the novelty of thumb sucking seems to have worn off for her (since it's pretty darn hard to "lose" or throw away a thumb), but she was certainly a cute little thumb sucker while it lasted!<br /><br />It was around the end of April or beginning of May (dear goodness, time blurs together when you have two babies two and under!) that we put Teagan in her doorway bouncer for the first time, and she LOVED it! She bounces and giggles the whole time she's in it. It's great for those times I need both my hands and don't feel comfortable having her in a baby carrier, like when I'm drying my hair or cooking.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakUwrJQS6N1JlhUmh-Ayp6gO0TKrSttB-YKR2cqBnOGPxOpVHuwOBQBUpUoKP41m673OwLlOP4vvt0LbLN2hfrdTcWvlbB1K5s57gPH4wbvIdU5KjSz4XWkPGnF-tJxbMpapj/s1600-h/P1030546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakUwrJQS6N1JlhUmh-Ayp6gO0TKrSttB-YKR2cqBnOGPxOpVHuwOBQBUpUoKP41m673OwLlOP4vvt0LbLN2hfrdTcWvlbB1K5s57gPH4wbvIdU5KjSz4XWkPGnF-tJxbMpapj/s320/P1030546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723541274786802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFgUXTkOrLdsuTCVV4Kzd9AmgBLu9XzkiulzUW49iYClflMyMK-b62kUEtPj6BXFHr9xhHE6kDPMWuY-Iwu9jcmQSm05xCiuLp_S7mpJUkX8cmrfjMw9FdNtsgBzdkRG2hsNX/s1600-h/P1030552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFgUXTkOrLdsuTCVV4Kzd9AmgBLu9XzkiulzUW49iYClflMyMK-b62kUEtPj6BXFHr9xhHE6kDPMWuY-Iwu9jcmQSm05xCiuLp_S7mpJUkX8cmrfjMw9FdNtsgBzdkRG2hsNX/s320/P1030552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723548393068930" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">When my sisters came for Kieran's birthday party, <a href="http://krufstuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/aggie-becky-and-big-cut.html">Aggie Becky</a> brought this shirt that she bought last summer after I told her that I was pregnant again. I informed her that I was going to have to purchase some white-out and cross out "daddy" and write in "mommy" in order to make the statement truly accurate, however:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWiPPZJ_1cmkIS9GjQ7NYi9opuqFNCuSZi5JgjZvEOcQQCiYVVK-S81lv5loMnKhUqCa4KofRNtzJWRy9L1YUrZIcuw6NL24G0ju_NZrwFpSmwzjbkHAcH3KmkFd0zQrHsf-O/s1600-h/P1030600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWiPPZJ_1cmkIS9GjQ7NYi9opuqFNCuSZi5JgjZvEOcQQCiYVVK-S81lv5loMnKhUqCa4KofRNtzJWRy9L1YUrZIcuw6NL24G0ju_NZrwFpSmwzjbkHAcH3KmkFd0zQrHsf-O/s320/P1030600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209733921450687234" border="0" /></a>I don't think it's any big secret that I was more than a little upset when I found out I was pregnant with Teagan, and Becky thought this shirt would at least make me laugh. Seeing my beautiful daughter, whom I love more than words can describe, in it brings a smile to my face. (Oh, and yes, the onesie is unsnapped because my gigantor baby did not fit into this "6 month" sized onesie when I put it on her, but I needed to get a picture of it for posterity.)<br /><br />May was a bittersweet month for us as our beloved babysitter Caryn graduated and headed out into the real world where she's sure to do great things. While we're so sad to see her go, we also know that she will touch so many other children's (and adults') lives as a teacher for Teach for America and through whatever she chooses to do after that. Words can't express how thankful we are that Caryn was a part of our lives for the past two years, and we will miss her immensely. Here are a couple of pictures of Kieran and his good buddy, Caryn (along with Teagan and me):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzjOf-55_dB9GNn_i_xE81fiarpr5FAhb5G7zXBGYwIOowdJCTEGkfhmY2k-3GXuC1euGhx_32y3csc74rn7S68Y60nPsQOKtCQSxzRlwNBcxypeD5lVSibtcBDsyqaf8qJ6C/s1600-h/P1030579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzjOf-55_dB9GNn_i_xE81fiarpr5FAhb5G7zXBGYwIOowdJCTEGkfhmY2k-3GXuC1euGhx_32y3csc74rn7S68Y60nPsQOKtCQSxzRlwNBcxypeD5lVSibtcBDsyqaf8qJ6C/s320/P1030579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723573853418498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhArrQm9DDXWpVG7NB-1L7BQDKiAdSuuS6Pq_Vf2aKyLk-GDUIFtFp_iwdly64kPdoO14WdyL9zd5zVcD8thyrbbXM-_PfsETMGkaWK2dmsjqd1LFNh8Jy0ChKQUKhUypmfAMq/s1600-h/P1030586.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhArrQm9DDXWpVG7NB-1L7BQDKiAdSuuS6Pq_Vf2aKyLk-GDUIFtFp_iwdly64kPdoO14WdyL9zd5zVcD8thyrbbXM-_PfsETMGkaWK2dmsjqd1LFNh8Jy0ChKQUKhUypmfAMq/s320/P1030586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209726709487740866" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you, Caryn! Congratulations! We love you!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On a similar note of things Kieran adores, Curious George continues to be a favorite of his, and we read George stories over and over again ad nauseum, but it never gets old for him. Apparently Teagan's becoming a fan, too:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTumMKFGF_7yR-a8D-9TFg4UEhhQHdedtkzsD9he9uHEPuDhOV5eOktDV8lKHUxt8gL8GlfBYRWj6WylYteUcLa747ameOTpt3AgZ5XD2dBd0cmsxFfBSlZk9uz3ECESlMV45/s1600-h/P1030613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTumMKFGF_7yR-a8D-9TFg4UEhhQHdedtkzsD9he9uHEPuDhOV5eOktDV8lKHUxt8gL8GlfBYRWj6WylYteUcLa747ameOTpt3AgZ5XD2dBd0cmsxFfBSlZk9uz3ECESlMV45/s320/P1030613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209726698707495794" border="0" /></a>(David would have me mention that, although you can't quite see it, he is wearing his Fantasy Football League Champion t-shirt from Yahoo! for the past season. TBL readers, just think, this could have been yours if you had been wise enough to draft Pierre Thomas for the championship game...)<br /><br />These pictures of Teagan were just too cute to pass up:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZH37mnfmIjyaggLJmai_-gtmH3En_dK5LatPwE_p5lpQ9qHJCNGuYRXm_vQqpNh20pdD3yyeEtBECVbwbv8p7WiZL4YzAEDDQwsROjfxfBUdqRyeBE2u0nNvu3arQ9Fd1zT7/s1600-h/P1030631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZH37mnfmIjyaggLJmai_-gtmH3En_dK5LatPwE_p5lpQ9qHJCNGuYRXm_vQqpNh20pdD3yyeEtBECVbwbv8p7WiZL4YzAEDDQwsROjfxfBUdqRyeBE2u0nNvu3arQ9Fd1zT7/s320/P1030631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209726737369586242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbGozFwODPhVxFi77jWRiUllShx0d14x5YlMh826w60wC8Si1xhmnpdTs8RDJbqsTTJDu5Gi1-dYlGfFv016x_7lBBKyPCPSYU_t5H0Wya-YYvDuSyjUp5xzRX2344LQgE7yB/s1600-h/P1030623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbGozFwODPhVxFi77jWRiUllShx0d14x5YlMh826w60wC8Si1xhmnpdTs8RDJbqsTTJDu5Gi1-dYlGfFv016x_7lBBKyPCPSYU_t5H0Wya-YYvDuSyjUp5xzRX2344LQgE7yB/s320/P1030623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209726727520050146" border="0" /></a> As you may have noticed, Teagan is no small fry. When we went in for her four month check-up the doctor told us she's in the 99th percentile for weight (18 lbs.) and off the charts for height (28.75" tall!). Dr. P. printed out the growth chart with the growth curve, and for height she is, no joke, about an inch above the 97th percentile curve for height. Gotta love breastmilk. That is seriously the breakfast (and lunch and dinner and snack) of champions. In any case, that little girl's gonna be a basketball player if she keeps growing at this rate. Let's just hope she has her dad's coordination when it comes to sports and not mine!!<br /><br />I was a bit lazy when it came to breakfast in May since I was working hardcore on finishing my thesis, so, for Kieran, it often consisted of frozen Earth's Best blueberry mini waffles (heated of course) and various easy to prepare fruits. One morning Kieran decided he wanted to sit on the coffee table, which we had pulled over to the sliding doors for his birthday party and never moved back, and eat his waffle and apple slices for breakfast while watching the birds and squirrels in the backyard. It was so cute, I just had to snap some pictures. This one was my favorite:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjtxYiNH0N8V94Hk7kTgbXhhC_VgFTgVV4T1q3q1XDBnnAP-wd_-qXBPeGA0CaRvZrTtTujWdu5iCR8LbTCMgsooU0yLcuPjbYapuViO_-0Ea3q0_hofVphrk5LyfEyCnzOto/s1600-h/P1030667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjtxYiNH0N8V94Hk7kTgbXhhC_VgFTgVV4T1q3q1XDBnnAP-wd_-qXBPeGA0CaRvZrTtTujWdu5iCR8LbTCMgsooU0yLcuPjbYapuViO_-0Ea3q0_hofVphrk5LyfEyCnzOto/s320/P1030667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209726720557545618" border="0" /></a>As I mentioned above, I was working hardcore on my thesis this past semester, which certainly contributed to the dearth of posts lately. I am proud to report that I finished it, defended it, and it is 101 pages of brilliance (not just according to me, but also to my committee). What a relief to have it over with! Now I just need your good vibes as I try to pick up two or three classes to teach in English or Women's Studies in the fall.<br /><br />I wouldn't have been able to finish my thesis without babysitting help from David, Caryn, and my good friend, Erin. She took Kieran some mornings so I could work while Teagan slept (she sleeps until 11 most mornings. Now if I could only convince Kieran to sleep past 7/7:30 my life would be complete!) or sleep with Teagan if I had been up all night writing (nighttime writing is when I'm most productive). Thank you, Erin!!!!<br /><br />One morning Erin and Maya picked Kieran up and took him to our local children's science museum for a fun-filled morning and lunch. When she got to our house to drop him off, this is what it looked like in the backseat of her car:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWPgY8Sq3XmbU7BM9n7sREyUsQMZ7j0guC8A64sk6RJZ25iPXeMEmKQ_hGqUM0KDyCbdHLcqgzQX7F8v_AaIM4cPXS6Y0he6J7FJ3jol-qQggyWqbuDyJHS3rRuH0aMFL_pU3/s1600-h/P1030573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWPgY8Sq3XmbU7BM9n7sREyUsQMZ7j0guC8A64sk6RJZ25iPXeMEmKQ_hGqUM0KDyCbdHLcqgzQX7F8v_AaIM4cPXS6Y0he6J7FJ3jol-qQggyWqbuDyJHS3rRuH0aMFL_pU3/s320/P1030573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209723557105050370" border="0" /></a>These two kids are just so adorable! They must have had a fantastic time at the museum! Thanks again, Erin!<br /><br />And that, my friends, concludes our TEUF/KRUF update. I'll be posting some more in the next couple of weeks while the kids and I are visiting my parents at their house and at the beach and I have ample babysitters. Be on the lookout for some adorable beach, pool, and bathing suit pictures!<br /></div></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-72613644150510237952008-05-08T19:19:00.002-05:002008-05-08T19:26:36.208-05:00It Is Finished.The thesis, that is. <br /><br />Barring any major revisions my adviser may suggest at our meeting tomorrow (and I'm not thinking there will be many, if any), I will defend sometime in the next two weeks. <br /><br />(BIG SIGH OF RELIEF!)<br /><br />It only took me about a year and a new baby to complete it.<br /><br />Be on the lookout for a big KRUF/TEUF update in the next few days after I finish my revisions and clean up the disaster area that is currently my house.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-82090565104652302052008-05-01T22:39:00.002-05:002008-05-01T22:42:26.462-05:00We're famous!Check out the video on <a href="http://illinoishomepage.net/content/fulltext/?sid=5eed8c2e2889b2794a798c6f83ccb691&cid=13011">this webpage</a>! My kids are so cute! And I didn't look or sound too shabby, either. <br /><br />Check back soon for another long overdue update.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-38667826950844035202008-04-10T08:53:00.004-05:002008-04-10T09:24:40.365-05:00Teuf Kruf UpdateGoodness, I am so bad at updating this blog! I feel like it's become a mini-photo blog with massively long updates. I'm going to blame it on the thesis...which is <span style="font-style: italic;">hopefully</span> going to be all written by the end of the month!! Hopefully!! I just need to stay focused and keep plugging along.<br /><br />Here are just a few pictures to whet your appetite. I'll try to post more tomorrow or the next day. We'll see if I can accomplish that!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDhGAhGy7Ii3YzDHWdYRltWgANjf93ws2alk9Kb5AOs1ZBuyhEIGDcko8pDE5hvYaZBTaSMpOSi09bH-24kSTKJTemCDOVnWLqpi-gruulZ8LqXM0OX-y_Dd-DvX_1GKbNgWp/s1600-h/P1030111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDhGAhGy7Ii3YzDHWdYRltWgANjf93ws2alk9Kb5AOs1ZBuyhEIGDcko8pDE5hvYaZBTaSMpOSi09bH-24kSTKJTemCDOVnWLqpi-gruulZ8LqXM0OX-y_Dd-DvX_1GKbNgWp/s320/P1030111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617545303465490" border="0" /></a>Two little Irish babies and their mama on St. Patrick's Day. Teagan had a shirt from my Aunt Jennifer that said "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" and a cute Baby's First St. Patrick's Day bib. Kieran wore his infamous NY Jets sweatshirt (for you, Dad).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eFXZnPpUzt8BuR6JAIJYTmpiXinXrwyHgED0auQwbb3t4PSmYLDMpWBGF0By411WuVUiC7ogllID7JL4fLLwS3pz0zJnZhQnIVkIyPDRM6mDbegpCMQ2q_jQ5ab2blm3AGbf/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eFXZnPpUzt8BuR6JAIJYTmpiXinXrwyHgED0auQwbb3t4PSmYLDMpWBGF0By411WuVUiC7ogllID7JL4fLLwS3pz0zJnZhQnIVkIyPDRM6mDbegpCMQ2q_jQ5ab2blm3AGbf/s320/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617536713530866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5hAxstLvnGzWALJP1hTgUr61vBYYxPf3Nnuq-SMspJq2il4stdeVC-80cB8jDBSuh1KQGL0VhPUp-2RVeqKLH959Zb4HI7tn7AL12xM02iHUSc-p798MnBla2O4ghE8Bbm1e/s1600-h/P1030189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5hAxstLvnGzWALJP1hTgUr61vBYYxPf3Nnuq-SMspJq2il4stdeVC-80cB8jDBSuh1KQGL0VhPUp-2RVeqKLH959Zb4HI7tn7AL12xM02iHUSc-p798MnBla2O4ghE8Bbm1e/s320/P1030189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617536713530882" border="0" /></a>My adorable kiddos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJna85eo0b7F3Fj1voOle33OHhoKNQTix0iQjT9AXJR7AZsLQDYjslluafsRy1L0eN3yS9jSMfXlTKO0L7CRcIdyqaT_or87UQ5F727Aovs8wxjqzEx-VzPKyAyIafQF1BWRl4/s1600-h/P1030205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJna85eo0b7F3Fj1voOle33OHhoKNQTix0iQjT9AXJR7AZsLQDYjslluafsRy1L0eN3yS9jSMfXlTKO0L7CRcIdyqaT_or87UQ5F727Aovs8wxjqzEx-VzPKyAyIafQF1BWRl4/s320/P1030205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617532418563538" border="0" /></a>Teagan, why so serious?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4UOe9KuwlHOarbZu3tdkRGsGuYkzzOWJY9ZAI1vaIaVOHq2MTCG4lSfMv9TF1g1HZJR3e6r_Zp0mzAcG1Xl0b_CaM-jMyJXqZAlQRNvgMPL3T1uCVAi7mztm7l2YyOq1NCDZ/s1600-h/P1030200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4UOe9KuwlHOarbZu3tdkRGsGuYkzzOWJY9ZAI1vaIaVOHq2MTCG4lSfMv9TF1g1HZJR3e6r_Zp0mzAcG1Xl0b_CaM-jMyJXqZAlQRNvgMPL3T1uCVAi7mztm7l2YyOq1NCDZ/s320/P1030200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617532418563554" border="0" /></a>Ah, I see. I interrupted you when you were practicing your hand manipulation skills. (Love this phase!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtdK4afxwCja5jsB3wkFepJoCYWG9YO-zweVLUMLlxCdVTHDDcrdV8H3JuybtYeI-8Gz1zJqoy36V9sR_b84ea2dmzRN7UlTNq-ooHhHpRc4qd_owD_Z9_dF9CqyjBnFI1c-M/s1600-h/P1030090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtdK4afxwCja5jsB3wkFepJoCYWG9YO-zweVLUMLlxCdVTHDDcrdV8H3JuybtYeI-8Gz1zJqoy36V9sR_b84ea2dmzRN7UlTNq-ooHhHpRc4qd_owD_Z9_dF9CqyjBnFI1c-M/s320/P1030090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620465881226786" border="0" /></a>First time in the Bumbo. I think it's safe to say she likes it! <br /><br />David was gone for a week in early March at a conference (I know! A whole week! By myself with the two babies!), and my great friend, Erin, who is mom to Kieran's best friend, Maya, offered to have Kieran come over one morning to play so I could get a little break. Thank you, Erin! Here are some pictures she took of the kids that day:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgXfB89ROMtVxIuPqSJ6HFgoRC69hyphenhyphenLhBmt3bAE4qlh0Wqm4zLzxSAjH1SGsfaM0mQ9Y3nHvZ9jIxtuSm4ptgct0b7Atjptb_8_uboAOp56whHpTKtz8Gu2ZnFnD6xmvg2YS/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgXfB89ROMtVxIuPqSJ6HFgoRC69hyphenhyphenLhBmt3bAE4qlh0Wqm4zLzxSAjH1SGsfaM0mQ9Y3nHvZ9jIxtuSm4ptgct0b7Atjptb_8_uboAOp56whHpTKtz8Gu2ZnFnD6xmvg2YS/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620478766128722" border="0" /></a>Walking back from the park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoHqMyOiU2VT9jH_0QlhSy0bwLdDlnbDmNKeiwwEAe44ItMs_-I5_B7c5KbSKRNFs9mHd3coh_KcGkPT2q3DaGv6iEFc8ir3oaruCDn2DD65Km8_jGgbsKGMZZSJegPD7C-TW/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoHqMyOiU2VT9jH_0QlhSy0bwLdDlnbDmNKeiwwEAe44ItMs_-I5_B7c5KbSKRNFs9mHd3coh_KcGkPT2q3DaGv6iEFc8ir3oaruCDn2DD65Km8_jGgbsKGMZZSJegPD7C-TW/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620470176194098" border="0" /></a>Kieran loves to give kisses. We've already caught him kissing a girl in the dark in the movie theater (there are free kids movies on Saturday and Sunday mornings at our local movie theater and we occasionally go to them). I think this boy is going to be a handful when he gets a bit older! <br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZ5a8Cp36kjYhEHouFoDBkdkvpgrb4lHS1DsddOHpXndGT37fsY7m_owSIkqtl7WnVfrKbgp_XqwyGGhHWQp_Dpx8EkhKHQG1UYpa4oZhJWcsJnxa0b3zuX5g3e1nnK3UfZbx/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZ5a8Cp36kjYhEHouFoDBkdkvpgrb4lHS1DsddOHpXndGT37fsY7m_owSIkqtl7WnVfrKbgp_XqwyGGhHWQp_Dpx8EkhKHQG1UYpa4oZhJWcsJnxa0b3zuX5g3e1nnK3UfZbx/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620474471161410" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div>Still to come: pictures from our trip back east, a fun day at the park, and more. Stay tuned!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-82356609074286731472008-03-14T00:45:00.003-05:002008-03-14T01:16:29.885-05:00Sweet TWhen my mom was here after Teagan was born, she gave her the nickname "Sweet T," which is such an apt name for my sweet little girl. I'm not going to write much here. I'll just let the pictures, from an impromptu photo session the other day, speak for themselves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6LucghpfniHU8o_3FeDydVtVBgjnhjmuy-qkzhy5CVi4S1jz6DJ5_PTNbtBf-IoKDANW5bow84QXXsX_7LTy2Lb03hSkxqTUc7W7RxiheAbLnZi8aiIRoQUGo99bC0WCK4K9/s1600-h/P1030050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6LucghpfniHU8o_3FeDydVtVBgjnhjmuy-qkzhy5CVi4S1jz6DJ5_PTNbtBf-IoKDANW5bow84QXXsX_7LTy2Lb03hSkxqTUc7W7RxiheAbLnZi8aiIRoQUGo99bC0WCK4K9/s320/P1030050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472685909997410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFJOKXkYdHPfr5ZaSIW6nU3yMJmlLoruP5nBId-BGS_1YGv9QRqW6VelkzT2xx8AshhHy71tByywd5p01hVI6Ik67dE97b6nZjg1ls1hpp7WjZV8CvByEgZFglRnlMT5M88v_/s1600-h/P1030051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFJOKXkYdHPfr5ZaSIW6nU3yMJmlLoruP5nBId-BGS_1YGv9QRqW6VelkzT2xx8AshhHy71tByywd5p01hVI6Ik67dE97b6nZjg1ls1hpp7WjZV8CvByEgZFglRnlMT5M88v_/s320/P1030051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472694499932018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo4-M9POtqlrq2dzj3EGdpD2uov0w0jEZ35Y_CZbf60ja6oS_Vwu092ZCFajEXWbTAHnWo9IdNbJmdHKjLkLjg5DufFzipzxL18ZaYHS1oxFljDtS-LVvfjonrlOMbYjVVy1X/s1600-h/P1030055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo4-M9POtqlrq2dzj3EGdpD2uov0w0jEZ35Y_CZbf60ja6oS_Vwu092ZCFajEXWbTAHnWo9IdNbJmdHKjLkLjg5DufFzipzxL18ZaYHS1oxFljDtS-LVvfjonrlOMbYjVVy1X/s320/P1030055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472703089866626" border="0" /></a>Dad, this next face reminds me of you. How many times did I see this same exact expression when I was a wayward teenager? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jkHhebZGNbUYGAEujH2_A76gnBVto6FRBBlRfJTS17m3SrXyjNTEM5k5ic034bBjlkBalduoqtEU57mW4K1eiLtWKVkwRf_hk8ZoJxXHbUeRvTqgkM_sPwdqYg8XGPtLCwpM/s1600-h/P1030054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jkHhebZGNbUYGAEujH2_A76gnBVto6FRBBlRfJTS17m3SrXyjNTEM5k5ic034bBjlkBalduoqtEU57mW4K1eiLtWKVkwRf_hk8ZoJxXHbUeRvTqgkM_sPwdqYg8XGPtLCwpM/s320/P1030054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472711679801234" border="0" /></a>I needed to include the requisite spit bubble shot. So adorable! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZgas4R3W684BM-LmQ9K8rJnJzjrtZ4RDiLJOTIJrJQdKRLaGZQbo5Rz7wNyP3H-o1YW1m68kwn1nBuKH-axjoiEa26-y8Sb5n4ZUGtESMn0HzuJmggDmF07dbmjTsnB5Qv_T/s1600-h/P1030042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZgas4R3W684BM-LmQ9K8rJnJzjrtZ4RDiLJOTIJrJQdKRLaGZQbo5Rz7wNyP3H-o1YW1m68kwn1nBuKH-axjoiEa26-y8Sb5n4ZUGtESMn0HzuJmggDmF07dbmjTsnB5Qv_T/s320/P1030042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472720269735842" border="0" /></a>Everyday, Teagan grows more and more cute. And, her resemblance to my sister, Elizabeth, grows even more striking--to me at least--with each passing day. I think it's the eyes, but Teagan reminds me of Liz as a baby and now almost every time I look at her. Love it! <br /><br />On a totally unrelated note, if you haven't seen the movie "August Rush," you should asap--it's available on video now. It was a preview before one of the few movies David and I saw in the theater after Kieran was born, and I have wanted to see it ever since, but missed it in the theater. (Having a one year old will do that to you!) Anyway, "August Rush" is really wonderful. So beautiful. Maybe it's a mom thing, but I really think it's one of the best movies I've seen in a while. The movie "Once" is a close second for favorites I've recently seen. Maybe it's the musical component in both of them, but really, it's one of those movies I want to own to share with everyone, or at least make David watch when we have one of our rare movie nights. (It's only fair. I think I've seen "Donnie Darko" and "Contact" more times than I can count at this point in time...) <br /><br />(And, yes, Mom, "August Rush" is one of those "if you watch it and don't like it, I promise I will never recommend another movie to you ever again" movies. It's also appropriate for the "little girls.")Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-90310720652044298422008-02-28T14:27:00.009-06:002008-03-05T15:17:18.291-06:00"Aggie" Becky and The Big CutMy sister Becky made it here to meet her new niece and back safe and sound--no small feat in February when the weather could wreak havoc on your travel plans. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ySRiPmvZTkwOfsN8yLXY47L63zW0_IHvw_TVb0-EZodc4ezNZUaCkwMxn6pOfWtfuj7GMQSXqJ7PcPGWiOSsBEupGthyphenhyphen6Gtr-D4ajWNH0zb3HN_OlSfK1k-9EIIrHsaP4KoM/s1600-h/P1020975.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ySRiPmvZTkwOfsN8yLXY47L63zW0_IHvw_TVb0-EZodc4ezNZUaCkwMxn6pOfWtfuj7GMQSXqJ7PcPGWiOSsBEupGthyphenhyphen6Gtr-D4ajWNH0zb3HN_OlSfK1k-9EIIrHsaP4KoM/s320/P1020975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174126412705216898" border="0" /></a>The kids loved having her here (as did I since it meant a pair of helping hands and someone to get up with kruf so I could recouperate from the long evenings spent up with Ms. 2 a.m. herself--aka TEUF).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUl4yJoiOTidOETd0YehwLl65M5G6UFJsMlUQlyCTSvoRre8jN7Ww9KUVkmzP4agAAhSV6yXdi8gxEwg7dGos8BTX9j_jkxbk7v2JnxDCP9eK9n3b5pK1-koc2gjtmVLJdVM-/s1600-h/P1020982.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUl4yJoiOTidOETd0YehwLl65M5G6UFJsMlUQlyCTSvoRre8jN7Ww9KUVkmzP4agAAhSV6yXdi8gxEwg7dGos8BTX9j_jkxbk7v2JnxDCP9eK9n3b5pK1-koc2gjtmVLJdVM-/s320/P1020982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174126429885086098" border="0" /></a>Kieran especially enjoyed his time with his "aggie" Becky, which was what he used to call her before he got the hang of saying "aunt." <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHrekq84y4P996_atZm2mxLKB9W7vJeN4UYhR66k6FWKb3LlKVO_SBsCeELw9msv4Tqf3znmVMCh1g_oWSWla9sPmHjj7fqG2Q0Si63xe1Hk1Oxr_WvwzLAEixLWv3lpqFoE7/s1600-h/P1020988.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHrekq84y4P996_atZm2mxLKB9W7vJeN4UYhR66k6FWKb3LlKVO_SBsCeELw9msv4Tqf3znmVMCh1g_oWSWla9sPmHjj7fqG2Q0Si63xe1Hk1Oxr_WvwzLAEixLWv3lpqFoE7/s320/P1020988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174153788826761682" border="0" /></a>I kinda like the way "aggie Becky" sounds, so "aggie Becky" you'll be evermore in my mind, dear sis!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEger44hOHktsyoreawEsqbJGNjg69m4o0d5jYFwlVhuB5RrsnYYfzOscRjUuYHxccZG4hT_UO8zXZnh6ceDkvWkm-RKShYbY7H6H7_-S47AqXUnZW4FId8Nrm1E5hm8mSXUDjRl/s1600-h/P1020971.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEger44hOHktsyoreawEsqbJGNjg69m4o0d5jYFwlVhuB5RrsnYYfzOscRjUuYHxccZG4hT_UO8zXZnh6ceDkvWkm-RKShYbY7H6H7_-S47AqXUnZW4FId8Nrm1E5hm8mSXUDjRl/s320/P1020971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174126391230380402" border="0" /></a>Teagan put on a good show for Becks, too. She started "talking" while her dear auntie was here. They had quite a few lovely conversations, mostly consisting of coos from Teagan. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQOkJBuWTdVI4lZdk7mJ94k7sUzAJLAd3Xowl76OmZUI0R7eK8EKeTtsfWqhLH-z7JJkMVtK8zy51Ei33rX04AmbsH3pPgXEhZHUNKCT1ADKAMxVhv9dNgpnoohw36ph_sKu-/s1600-h/P1020961.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQOkJBuWTdVI4lZdk7mJ94k7sUzAJLAd3Xowl76OmZUI0R7eK8EKeTtsfWqhLH-z7JJkMVtK8zy51Ei33rX04AmbsH3pPgXEhZHUNKCT1ADKAMxVhv9dNgpnoohw36ph_sKu-/s320/P1020961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123049745823922" border="0" /></a>It was so wonderful that Becky got to be here for that milestone!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI2X2si5OgfgN2CGS1Ra1W6W5SYmFlJ-ctv8TJE6_5rO_J3jTUVYBDG_uv0vgj5mzgZomqwPvSXEndZjFtB_689ZpZrDi5apaWI13BK-t_ko3tvATx75NZHghi8U1DNZgsOYN/s1600-h/P1030003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVI2X2si5OgfgN2CGS1Ra1W6W5SYmFlJ-ctv8TJE6_5rO_J3jTUVYBDG_uv0vgj5mzgZomqwPvSXEndZjFtB_689ZpZrDi5apaWI13BK-t_ko3tvATx75NZHghi8U1DNZgsOYN/s320/P1030003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123088400529634" border="0" /></a>Alas, Becky had to head back east after much too short of a visit, and Kieran especially missed her. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWaU78Ky6pugbsmYlu-wEEC-t1Bj9qetAzf49EpRCDDkboBZVu2nBmVGGOqR-YiK-HUKP03HpMcy0BmuVfJ54Mmz7o2PHILSNtZFgVLdQfvcHJQ0z4DVH5BRaiWnWhXokX2IT/s1600-h/P1020989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWaU78Ky6pugbsmYlu-wEEC-t1Bj9qetAzf49EpRCDDkboBZVu2nBmVGGOqR-YiK-HUKP03HpMcy0BmuVfJ54Mmz7o2PHILSNtZFgVLdQfvcHJQ0z4DVH5BRaiWnWhXokX2IT/s320/P1020989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123058335758530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-rqWSt37pOU4CfJD9MCJ9F62D0BcmAKoA1C4JScAAIzfk8JpusnS9NEpUrs_JIyZfLV63owi9nIUJwdp9IgN2220I_7rdRthfmHQUJRUlA1V3DsZMT488LNLN_lAh8689Cra/s1600-h/P1020990.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-rqWSt37pOU4CfJD9MCJ9F62D0BcmAKoA1C4JScAAIzfk8JpusnS9NEpUrs_JIyZfLV63owi9nIUJwdp9IgN2220I_7rdRthfmHQUJRUlA1V3DsZMT488LNLN_lAh8689Cra/s320/P1020990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123075515627730" border="0" /></a>So, how did I cheer him up? Why, with his first ever set of finger paints. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XiUMZeMfsDy324sEFIulIewP_D9Z9jmLfWZ4lKcD0QAaV5Uwbz9a7Zkt3NayZ9SxUjjMDq8plNRbGv1jmbjho0XIxYV1WFdVobiZwFXP07fD7XtqQ5scof839hYO_2z9nBzh/s1600-h/P1030005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XiUMZeMfsDy324sEFIulIewP_D9Z9jmLfWZ4lKcD0QAaV5Uwbz9a7Zkt3NayZ9SxUjjMDq8plNRbGv1jmbjho0XIxYV1WFdVobiZwFXP07fD7XtqQ5scof839hYO_2z9nBzh/s320/P1030005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123088400529650" border="0" /></a>Boy does he love them! He has this funny habit of calling any and all art activities "cutter book" (coloring book). So, when he sees crayons or markers or his finger paints he exclaims "cutter book!", thereby indicating his desire to paint or "cutter." One day I had him strapped into his high chair painting when I ran out to use the bathroom. This is what I returned to find: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59bwFU482q2ySRhL0iIhMEAxxMkSCXiOgDmfmtySNbBWZIT3sSF6IGGUQWFX6TfhVrSjkJihEhtYadl8VeerhuIgYkAmKu53f_MHWcOKKjq9tuuandj4dWnVf6k8FKUGXXaLM/s1600-h/P1030026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59bwFU482q2ySRhL0iIhMEAxxMkSCXiOgDmfmtySNbBWZIT3sSF6IGGUQWFX6TfhVrSjkJihEhtYadl8VeerhuIgYkAmKu53f_MHWcOKKjq9tuuandj4dWnVf6k8FKUGXXaLM/s320/P1030026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124209386993986" border="0" /></a>Um, paint is supposed to go on the paper my friend, not on you! (Unless, of course, you are David circa 2000/2001 when he decided he wanted to dye his skin a whole bunch or random splotchy colors--good thing he knew me by then, as I talked him out of it. In that vein, however, on second thought, Kieran, your painting preferences are just further proof that you truly ARE your father's son, just in case you have any lingering questions about that David...) Anyway, pardon that digression my friends. You've gotta love kids' creativity when it comes to art. Of course, David and I think Kieran is a genius no matter what he does.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jPmiq8KiUcfNmboc3WAQJxKXhhflz0TReBLRto-2YD-oY1U4j5xBmL4NCTnkQh2ylnPddmfAVOV7WSRWN6nmXwGsHV-rwMHPakWM2it06RnVjmHPh8Q6UM64GxlFjR1ce2bU/s1600-h/2299784453_da9c59201b_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jPmiq8KiUcfNmboc3WAQJxKXhhflz0TReBLRto-2YD-oY1U4j5xBmL4NCTnkQh2ylnPddmfAVOV7WSRWN6nmXwGsHV-rwMHPakWM2it06RnVjmHPh8Q6UM64GxlFjR1ce2bU/s320/2299784453_da9c59201b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174154583395711458" border="0" /></a>On the sibling front, things are going well. Kieran still, for the most part (say, six times out of ten), ignores Teagan except when she's crying or has something or is doing something that he's interested in as you can see in these pictures:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgeRleoSTQZyP7fDDZSCMWDbIq4WorJ1Nhb4POEh4PgdGzxeGPhdhTtfSoKxWmVDCVP7zIyvac9BYn8BS9IR-b_ELoaa9fq_2Cuz8WaJAfKU7bdU2yu3nz7ooSGudLv0qE759/s1600-h/P1030006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEgeRleoSTQZyP7fDDZSCMWDbIq4WorJ1Nhb4POEh4PgdGzxeGPhdhTtfSoKxWmVDCVP7zIyvac9BYn8BS9IR-b_ELoaa9fq_2Cuz8WaJAfKU7bdU2yu3nz7ooSGudLv0qE759/s320/P1030006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124162142353666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTjHWqE2zFU7ZYuIWqUrScomvQgFAW_n6uGLITzXz2huuncZen84Ez7Clgw-ZL8WHp8nFrj9MaxHf90jJK7sa2Fp2-rBsRnnCCcliMEz7WqL-UQfL2JgKuYwJWZaXeqJdvq6O/s1600-h/P1030010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTjHWqE2zFU7ZYuIWqUrScomvQgFAW_n6uGLITzXz2huuncZen84Ez7Clgw-ZL8WHp8nFrj9MaxHf90jJK7sa2Fp2-rBsRnnCCcliMEz7WqL-UQfL2JgKuYwJWZaXeqJdvq6O/s320/P1030010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124175027255570" border="0" /></a>Notice how in this one, Kieran is thoroughly engrossed in something else. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxbA-vbokd1EUJj-tDpbEoO-Ud1P1bHzkJccRjUSKjdGAset0Ufvc_X96XBM1JhT3fiA8BI7Mu6pRrHYWN3dM2e9n1fYjLfQhMk4QlXRc46wVHlA-riShsHT_FlwOUlwx6e3Z/s1600-h/P1030017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxbA-vbokd1EUJj-tDpbEoO-Ud1P1bHzkJccRjUSKjdGAset0Ufvc_X96XBM1JhT3fiA8BI7Mu6pRrHYWN3dM2e9n1fYjLfQhMk4QlXRc46wVHlA-riShsHT_FlwOUlwx6e3Z/s320/P1030017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124196502092082" border="0" /></a>He just wants the playmat because Teagan is using it. When she's not laying on it, he has zero interest in it. Teagan, however, loves to share and play with big brother. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpBFkQeUUUOF_yyos1ieI1YARn3bKiHXH__cShdAiunlqmlyuYiVvR9u73-u-S5zqQ-UVVdDhwXd9XapclOyTzkq5FR93nSIemSz9sJccr5a7NmoH1exbdwSa_lXK4fkZyVW7/s1600-h/P1030019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpBFkQeUUUOF_yyos1ieI1YARn3bKiHXH__cShdAiunlqmlyuYiVvR9u73-u-S5zqQ-UVVdDhwXd9XapclOyTzkq5FR93nSIemSz9sJccr5a7NmoH1exbdwSa_lXK4fkZyVW7/s320/P1030019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124187912157474" border="0" /></a>This big smile was directed at Kieran. Needless to say, I think she's going to love him a ton!<br /><br />I'm sure that by this point in this post you're all wondering what "the Big Cut" refers to. Never fear--it does NOT refer to anything terrible happening to any of us. You see (and here I go digressing again because this story needs a bit of background info), pretty much since Teagan was born, Kieran has been dealing with one sort of illness or another. All of them, however, have included a persistent runny/stuffy nose. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6O7OCU0zV2EBZHpsp3dVWtX5sdr780i1bbubIVv7qRIbRnuoRRvW15exurBdSXhAOnHzzlewi4ICwXI5O_qLjWzvZsrahrcYnjgt0V_AgqEFKmu-tDA9subN65aVy3BAM0qn/s1600-h/2299800783_589eefaedf_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6O7OCU0zV2EBZHpsp3dVWtX5sdr780i1bbubIVv7qRIbRnuoRRvW15exurBdSXhAOnHzzlewi4ICwXI5O_qLjWzvZsrahrcYnjgt0V_AgqEFKmu-tDA9subN65aVy3BAM0qn/s320/2299800783_589eefaedf_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174154587690678770" border="0" /></a>While this typically would be a bit challenging in and of itself, it becomes doubly challenging when one is dealing with the troublesome limitation of only having two hands with which to comfort, console, rock, and otherwise tend to one's two young ones under the age of two. Inevitably, when I would be nursing or rocking Teagan, Kieran would want "Mommy Up! Mommy Up!! Up! Up! Up! Mommy! Up!" Despite my attempts to explain to him that I couldn't pick him up/hold him but that I could sit and snuggle him on the couch or bed or floor, he only wanted "Mommy Up!" Tears, and the resultant snotty nose, would soon ensue when I couldn't drop everything (especially Teagan) in less than two minutes to give him what he wanted. Then he would do the thing I grew to hate more than words can express. He would wipe his nose--yes his snotty, runny nose--in my hair. Ponytail bound or not, he found a way to smear his snot in my hair. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JW7S24g8g2_qwkjP4PhE06l4uVFwjd-5xGXM07y-ZrN4vPSTAeQZ6Q6Wj0_JZbG7rCzp1rzC0cSpYub22YnRcJ1GjthX8-53-hxkWRts5jhj_Ke-C59W8kzeKpzveQEMKUnt/s1600-h/2300591016_9ae1d7fbf2_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JW7S24g8g2_qwkjP4PhE06l4uVFwjd-5xGXM07y-ZrN4vPSTAeQZ6Q6Wj0_JZbG7rCzp1rzC0cSpYub22YnRcJ1GjthX8-53-hxkWRts5jhj_Ke-C59W8kzeKpzveQEMKUnt/s320/2300591016_9ae1d7fbf2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174154596280613394" border="0" /></a>Now friends, my hair was not what you would call short. It was quite long. And, it is quite fine (as in texture, not style), so rocking the mom ponytail everyday, all day, would result in lots of hair breakage, which just looks messy when you've got long hair pulled back in a ponytail all day long. So, one day last week, on a particularly bad day in the Ull-Ferg household, I had had it. In my mind something just snapped. I was (internally, of course) saying, "If someone wipes their snot or spits up in my hair ONE more time, things will get pretty nasty around here." Then and there, I called up a stylist who had been recommended by a friend and made an appointment for the next evening.<br /><br />Now, I had been toying with getting a dramatic cut for quite some time. The long hair was really getting to me in the fall when it was still like 90 degrees in October (OCTOBER, people, OCTOBER! We do NOT live in the South!), but last summer my stylist, whom I LOVEDLOVEDLOVED (Hannah, move back, PLEASE!) moved out of town, and I am always nervous about getting my hair cut by someone new. But, the snot-wiping and spitting-up made me take the plunge with someone totally new to me. So, friends, here is a picture of me moments before I left for the salon: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67VdbAmL0JgWh7w-vSDmWUb7U-NRT6Qi-FlUJIztXvebT-uWCXNCVrZRI9TCdp_H_TgbzWc8INeymlMJvcdbd0mepGIcIPVC3MNiCora2jw0cTjteHgc7aghahmdlMbM6DmW7/s1600-h/P1030029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67VdbAmL0JgWh7w-vSDmWUb7U-NRT6Qi-FlUJIztXvebT-uWCXNCVrZRI9TCdp_H_TgbzWc8INeymlMJvcdbd0mepGIcIPVC3MNiCora2jw0cTjteHgc7aghahmdlMbM6DmW7/s320/P1030029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174126365460576594" border="0" /></a>And here is the new 'do:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIkiWNs2us2C-3AU9bwZ3qfsU764gM9pOzsOHVB27sZlYShdKw-kmqE0xeuR4DAsNFp1zayVYlLRipmBNwfAYXSIpKeBQce5exMRdOicibihKgDECvysbsB2jzJpNXWGZlM1X/s1600-h/P1030031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIkiWNs2us2C-3AU9bwZ3qfsU764gM9pOzsOHVB27sZlYShdKw-kmqE0xeuR4DAsNFp1zayVYlLRipmBNwfAYXSIpKeBQce5exMRdOicibihKgDECvysbsB2jzJpNXWGZlM1X/s320/P1030031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174126374050511202" border="0" /></a><br />It's definitely a change. I'm still not sure if I like it or not. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND7e3UTc4A-00p5Iu9QA5BcED9fAY0ZwTxObjyr05F5AtQqSSuH5HAIqBbGgD1ljmEQJuUEWiM1xMgluANrB0X7x-rqUUQNfr4nM18ca60msHYv2lW7nd4eGjNAfYQB2RNhya/s1600-h/new+cut+color.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND7e3UTc4A-00p5Iu9QA5BcED9fAY0ZwTxObjyr05F5AtQqSSuH5HAIqBbGgD1ljmEQJuUEWiM1xMgluANrB0X7x-rqUUQNfr4nM18ca60msHYv2lW7nd4eGjNAfYQB2RNhya/s320/new+cut+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174151478134356418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooC3TJBFblCfzIx_r0LFMyKA4xkf4Dx4M1FV4yueQ9Rd-_Pz0gBU8viuluyMSJ_xrnQJ6VLmLgTmSAKnKGMWau_l7iuwRlCKWfnyoLrWIxaWRD07aG-IfMwVS6UR21OWY00Zm/s1600-h/new+cut+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooC3TJBFblCfzIx_r0LFMyKA4xkf4Dx4M1FV4yueQ9Rd-_Pz0gBU8viuluyMSJ_xrnQJ6VLmLgTmSAKnKGMWau_l7iuwRlCKWfnyoLrWIxaWRD07aG-IfMwVS6UR21OWY00Zm/s320/new+cut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174151469544421810" border="0" /></a>The bangs are too short to tuck behind my ear (Hello! I did say I wanted to make sure it was something easy and simple b/c I had two babies at home. BABIES, I tell you, BABIES! Bangs that annoy the life out of me do not equal easy and simple!) I kinda feel like it needed to be thinned out a bit more so it wouldn't create a mushroom on my head. But, as David pointed out, it's going to take some getting used to. It's not what I'm accustomed to seeing on my head, so I'm sure that's part of it, but I do think that part of it is that there was still some cutting to be done to make it a bit easier to shape and lie the way I wanted it to. Oh well, c'est la vie. And, no one tops Hannah as best hairstylist I've ever had. (Please move back?? Please??)<br /><br />Well, that's the news that's fit to print 'round these parts. We have some awesome videos of Kieran showing off his newest skills. Hopefully I'll be able to get them up sometime soon. Keep an eye out for them!<br /><br />And, one last picture of Teagan in an adorable onesie from Anja:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofpzZbd0Ga5UeuPYkgmP4tBGFA1ZXIzyFdZXGxq2Rqz8vEJrh6ULE0BAsulse6Uy435LwoSXvpgtj_4xLVRNYbjoYNqhQE48VBzmb5HF0dxINrf0DWRQkUVD4gc_ASsv3MQXQ/s1600-h/2300586204_8f1941d0fd_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofpzZbd0Ga5UeuPYkgmP4tBGFA1ZXIzyFdZXGxq2Rqz8vEJrh6ULE0BAsulse6Uy435LwoSXvpgtj_4xLVRNYbjoYNqhQE48VBzmb5HF0dxINrf0DWRQkUVD4gc_ASsv3MQXQ/s320/2300586204_8f1941d0fd_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174154591985646082" border="0" /></a>I love it (and her)! Thanks, Anja (and Casey & Nick)!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-40147226230588196652008-02-15T22:34:00.009-06:002008-02-16T00:48:35.549-06:00One Month UpdateSo, we've officially been a family of four for one month now. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG6Dxc1Q4oI-F7UOX14_gO_KJVCoRkah7aiO312F_3ftRQcT2y9M0rp85NPBMPUWzFFC0Xm3ZtHMr-lLKY9ncxij5EQufxhFO37yItgHGQxEsrjoUd2TeTPKhcaKloKg4DC-E/s1600-h/P1020884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG6Dxc1Q4oI-F7UOX14_gO_KJVCoRkah7aiO312F_3ftRQcT2y9M0rp85NPBMPUWzFFC0Xm3ZtHMr-lLKY9ncxij5EQufxhFO37yItgHGQxEsrjoUd2TeTPKhcaKloKg4DC-E/s320/P1020884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167454467315499106" border="0" /></a>I can't believe it's been a month. It feels like so much less time. I think that's due to several things. <br /><br />One, you know what you're doing a little bit better the second time around. It's not all brand-new-test-out-different-strategies-as-you-go because you know what works/what worked before, and you start out trying those things instead of starting from scratch. It certainly seems like we fell into some semblance of a routine so much earlier this time around.<br /><br />Two, you have another wee one (or not-so-wee one--seriously, your former baby looks SO enormous compared to your newborn!) who demands a lot of your attention and energy. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPsV43TjTyeJRthCdhZMoXiadaak5KfOt7FOzaSMrq1rX3Aj3ZkaShwx3sd0D0JksBAWBgWHKg9l_JJHjfipplR5XQzP6NdRyRZLQ9oGttSKWtgyRmHAbKL0h6nTiQugT4Hv8/s1600-h/P1020883.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPsV43TjTyeJRthCdhZMoXiadaak5KfOt7FOzaSMrq1rX3Aj3ZkaShwx3sd0D0JksBAWBgWHKg9l_JJHjfipplR5XQzP6NdRyRZLQ9oGttSKWtgyRmHAbKL0h6nTiQugT4Hv8/s320/P1020883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167454454430597202" border="0" /></a>It's not all sitting around, napping/being bored while the baby sleeps. There is certainly a part of me that misses the amount of napping I did when Kieran was a newborn, but it is nice to have someone fun to play with when I'm not tired, and Kieran is a great playmate! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBdhyW-xnJ5aI6O7Ql2EXNkuHD4DyXShOWehg1GrvxFn5ZSrfLgBXySwCN0e5qpQV-Fc6yOyK32CwaeTjDdFnfcrPDlIg5WjZEofzpU3bZT9qYJRmgQEErR8pCo9RKv7Nu8yZ/s1600-h/P1020860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBdhyW-xnJ5aI6O7Ql2EXNkuHD4DyXShOWehg1GrvxFn5ZSrfLgBXySwCN0e5qpQV-Fc6yOyK32CwaeTjDdFnfcrPDlIg5WjZEofzpU3bZT9qYJRmgQEErR8pCo9RKv7Nu8yZ/s320/P1020860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167464092337209634" border="0" /></a>When I am exhausted, though and can't muster up the energy to be a fun mom, he is certainly content to hone his newly acquire skill of using the mouse on the computer to play games online at PBS Kids. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqz2rhacwndO9Gx2nyYQ8tGsoPO-c0Plk-d8H0TPW2Dv7N4uafcca4DLn6lkoW6PJ5FLZw8XoF2E3Ldzv9B1fFQvUfwZpLFEfFHklMIsY90jac-rxTzZ6319EkZFhWfk6RXSY/s1600-h/P1020858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqz2rhacwndO9Gx2nyYQ8tGsoPO-c0Plk-d8H0TPW2Dv7N4uafcca4DLn6lkoW6PJ5FLZw8XoF2E3Ldzv9B1fFQvUfwZpLFEfFHklMIsY90jac-rxTzZ6319EkZFhWfk6RXSY/s320/P1020858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167452573234921458" border="0" /></a>He can navigate the site really well and flits from game to game. His current favorites are Curious George (of course...), Super Why, and Word World. We figure that learning to use the computer will be a valuable asset in the future, plus it's educational (hello, it is PBS Kids, after all!). He works on letter, number and color recognition, among other things. We'll need to take a video of him using the computer. It's amazing, not to mention a big help when I just need a few minutes of relative calm...<br /><br />Yesterday, however, I was feeling pretty good, so one our activities was that we made cupcakes for Valentine's Day, and Kieran had a blast. (Remember what his smile looks like...) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHch1KuhZQ_MLrpYFg7RE4MbIVHcmzb2nxpeElN2UHDkWGTxqNt4LuFBNNpwygS9Zja02jU-Y2nAwsQnjgNXr7IbWiYX5DjUwfijqD6tBFnn-uxOxtOOW99mecLRIXY-t-5Xy/s1600-h/P1020891.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHch1KuhZQ_MLrpYFg7RE4MbIVHcmzb2nxpeElN2UHDkWGTxqNt4LuFBNNpwygS9Zja02jU-Y2nAwsQnjgNXr7IbWiYX5DjUwfijqD6tBFnn-uxOxtOOW99mecLRIXY-t-5Xy/s320/P1020891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167454484495368322" border="0" /></a>He loves using the "mickie" (aka mixer) and shouts with glee every time we use it (It is second only to the "wack-youm"--aka vacuum--in terms of the amount of delight it elicits from Kieran. Clearly he is my child--a clean house and yummy baked goods top his list of the simple pleasures in life...). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aLBY4-KKGrJ-XzU0Wu4gO_bNMaf0ribgeH43i0eXIJtwd4suW3dVMf6nW8O9kpj_9Leztvsb-w1RuooZWnz3ZwLDNcEkLBG7qmfuDZ4Di56cJO5gZnnFYa942_RY1DNIepEl/s1600-h/P1020899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aLBY4-KKGrJ-XzU0Wu4gO_bNMaf0ribgeH43i0eXIJtwd4suW3dVMf6nW8O9kpj_9Leztvsb-w1RuooZWnz3ZwLDNcEkLBG7qmfuDZ4Di56cJO5gZnnFYa942_RY1DNIepEl/s320/P1020899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458319901163666" border="0" /></a>You can see how much he enjoyed making the cupcakes! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksPvtezOhtdV-tL5q6YMVg2_ZRvwOm235mgKtcVVrTH0qXRvwrS4XFgTjDWqgTiSgF0M4-BGqiM4PmWQbJTO5z2UZewLQaEjy2o4HZyWm87yiMiS7fZW5ksPNrW9dIhK91aUH/s1600-h/P1020892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksPvtezOhtdV-tL5q6YMVg2_ZRvwOm235mgKtcVVrTH0qXRvwrS4XFgTjDWqgTiSgF0M4-BGqiM4PmWQbJTO5z2UZewLQaEjy2o4HZyWm87yiMiS7fZW5ksPNrW9dIhK91aUH/s320/P1020892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458328491098274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQpFFFdmrl2kcn5RaK17MjcPRue6GMGaP6ddi9QBx2OmqqVQhYwvd41wRwxOZuoBVBTF_SjWd6U4G96CwK96GX1y7awQZvu0OKjaaW5aTtsKCNYI3quWyX1Utkb6wd0LvOMv0/s1600-h/P1020918.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQpFFFdmrl2kcn5RaK17MjcPRue6GMGaP6ddi9QBx2OmqqVQhYwvd41wRwxOZuoBVBTF_SjWd6U4G96CwK96GX1y7awQZvu0OKjaaW5aTtsKCNYI3quWyX1Utkb6wd0LvOMv0/s320/P1020918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458345670967506" border="0" /></a>And, yes, I had to quell the panic I felt rising when I contemplated how much stain treating I was going to have to do to his clothes. Next time we make chocolate anything I'll dress him more appropriately, like maybe in one of David's t-shirts with holes in the armpits that he REFUSES to allow me to remove from his closet...oops, sorry dear!<br /><br />I do think, though, that part of why Kieran likes using the mixer is because I let him sit on the counter while we're using it, and while my attention is diverted elsewhere he can into all kinds of things that he otherwise doesn't have access to.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoB-52rsVhyphenhypheneH_4nvadzPhNVeHZOn4AHLCLY65e6XozI6La2PaNKfEHDHtTS_Ms6YKD8rJH9h52cLdb3PpQbNWTch7q7frU5L7tOOjfbZ02CthCs_6I0S4mDC8lg5n7yls3VQd/s1600-h/P1020908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoB-52rsVhyphenhypheneH_4nvadzPhNVeHZOn4AHLCLY65e6XozI6La2PaNKfEHDHtTS_Ms6YKD8rJH9h52cLdb3PpQbNWTch7q7frU5L7tOOjfbZ02CthCs_6I0S4mDC8lg5n7yls3VQd/s320/P1020908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458337081032898" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOH5UlqAdy7acIjpg1nF-G-u44Xq7lfE-a6-Oe2wxA-SsiKuklLgz0_ZFVK0GarmkBhkrKRxTy2iXGeUlEquJyEr8o5EnYsgJAnMm6993u5vzse1TYq40T4VTsTVgc_6lX6TI/s1600-h/P1020920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOH5UlqAdy7acIjpg1nF-G-u44Xq7lfE-a6-Oe2wxA-SsiKuklLgz0_ZFVK0GarmkBhkrKRxTy2iXGeUlEquJyEr8o5EnYsgJAnMm6993u5vzse1TYq40T4VTsTVgc_6lX6TI/s320/P1020920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167459689995731170" border="0" /></a>All I have to say is that it's a good thing that I remember to always move the knives when we're baking!<br /><br />Now, where was little miss Teagan while we were baking? Why, snug as a bug, asleep on momma's chest. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkrHWc9jamcWc0yu8AbUA2icpDnRWafoItWeSelZn9Plajq1nylvapBymcfk86CSAWuCvB2eb2CP_1-FY7lYpfSG6qy03m_YVTuWZj44-ERw1ysF6g7r6o_S8YDSGa58NfTUX/s1600-h/P1020905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkrHWc9jamcWc0yu8AbUA2icpDnRWafoItWeSelZn9Plajq1nylvapBymcfk86CSAWuCvB2eb2CP_1-FY7lYpfSG6qy03m_YVTuWZj44-ERw1ysF6g7r6o_S8YDSGa58NfTUX/s320/P1020905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458332786065586" border="0" /></a>I mean, who wouldn't fall asleep when you're nice and cozy and have such a cushiony place to rest your head. I sometimes wish someone would carry me around like that! (any takers???)<br /><br />Kieran alternates between totally ignoring Teagan (she DOES sleep like 20 hours out of the day...) and loving on her. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgya3dpeOdEhSHvWrlzHswnrQXaVxyC374T7nF7E74misSsjH5BnkhvuHCy1X9Vx7nPXAvnQhC6bimLHytlFntnZNKkYwG2WLJV8rPdIn29EAqwvwIE-T0PGQOApFohfofFel0B/s1600-h/P1020889.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgya3dpeOdEhSHvWrlzHswnrQXaVxyC374T7nF7E74misSsjH5BnkhvuHCy1X9Vx7nPXAvnQhC6bimLHytlFntnZNKkYwG2WLJV8rPdIn29EAqwvwIE-T0PGQOApFohfofFel0B/s320/P1020889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167454480200401010" border="0" /></a>He does test the water occasionally, though, to see what we'll do or say when he does something to her that he knows he's not supposed to do, like swat at her. I don't think it's any big surprise when we tell him that's not okay, although he is very intrigued by the idea of burping Teagan. Sometimes when he hits Teagan and we tell him that's not okay and that it can give her pain he'll respond with "Bee-Ats burp" (Baby X burp), and then I need to explain that we only pat Teagan's back to burp her, not her face or belly or arm... I think they'll end up being good friends, though. Kieran seems to love Teagan more often than not. :)<br /><br />As for Teagan, she is growing like a weed! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmoEGHfL_hMMa_ja7t3eEHOCCom5W6dsKVqve0c2WHZR4KG9CkWEp87wPH1xlSX77p3Tda7-5sjr2DgVzyOmJ7ayYsRWzSJzd1Tb9Ycn38aAwctNGHlIiLaelOKJOf3TJcCS7/s1600-h/P1020954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmoEGHfL_hMMa_ja7t3eEHOCCom5W6dsKVqve0c2WHZR4KG9CkWEp87wPH1xlSX77p3Tda7-5sjr2DgVzyOmJ7ayYsRWzSJzd1Tb9Ycn38aAwctNGHlIiLaelOKJOf3TJcCS7/s320/P1020954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167459702880633090" border="0" /></a>She went for her one month check-up on her one-month birthday, and she weighed 12 pounds even(!) and was 22.5 inches long. That's the 96th percentile in weight and 76th in height. Remarkably similar to her brother's one month stats. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-wc5ZFm_z5bWLvvqh8iHKspbBhAp5mWEVC1WCqKMW38wgCUP83ACySBYirQilcLvDvaoagbNn5qcFAWc2xpDLgi0tnJl_zfBy9gQbinjZSKBExK90j1Bp6o7hxCejR9tlbnB/s1600-h/P1020945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-wc5ZFm_z5bWLvvqh8iHKspbBhAp5mWEVC1WCqKMW38wgCUP83ACySBYirQilcLvDvaoagbNn5qcFAWc2xpDLgi0tnJl_zfBy9gQbinjZSKBExK90j1Bp6o7hxCejR9tlbnB/s320/P1020945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167459707175600402" border="0" /></a>Obviously we needn't worry whether or not what we're doing is working... :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbna5JOW3ac2szhBGckA0jhn-YDBQZqbBZJZWSfCP1O8f7-GF2q0SrorOoSDSDNscuwat5fP3D3GUHRID6n4F8IGwr8Rx2BTf_EBqRR4ieHgAVIfzGuVbaZoP69yV4olr9tU50/s1600-h/P1020949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbna5JOW3ac2szhBGckA0jhn-YDBQZqbBZJZWSfCP1O8f7-GF2q0SrorOoSDSDNscuwat5fP3D3GUHRID6n4F8IGwr8Rx2BTf_EBqRR4ieHgAVIfzGuVbaZoP69yV4olr9tU50/s320/P1020949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167459698585665778" border="0" /></a> In other big Teagan news, she started smiling a couple of weeks ago.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGpxQDNZj614FshKsK5qSZpXFMSVSV7yq9wKH4TChVEIeQtY7wXCp4HstDarI3QKkp7rBq1tc7qLOKATA_RVn2FEftbKESF3417CPvEyCFmLLAytwuhr0K94Z6JL6Y8YE-OK0/s1600-h/P1020866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGpxQDNZj614FshKsK5qSZpXFMSVSV7yq9wKH4TChVEIeQtY7wXCp4HstDarI3QKkp7rBq1tc7qLOKATA_RVn2FEftbKESF3417CPvEyCFmLLAytwuhr0K94Z6JL6Y8YE-OK0/s320/P1020866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167452581824856082" border="0" /></a> Not just "I'm gassy" smiling, but really smiling at people, especially mom and dad. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5jNlojyPsStAXE_bar-koEIkCdZ3e4m6PBc8uiPJrG91ZfiAihJYJLrZ3p7INiwhzrCe1A88HgBwDaxLdi5EFDkygXp-_4OHg4N5IVo2L-KiQH5AuzmEvwELvfJEtaAT6ZBc/s1600-h/P1020872.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5jNlojyPsStAXE_bar-koEIkCdZ3e4m6PBc8uiPJrG91ZfiAihJYJLrZ3p7INiwhzrCe1A88HgBwDaxLdi5EFDkygXp-_4OHg4N5IVo2L-KiQH5AuzmEvwELvfJEtaAT6ZBc/s320/P1020872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167452599004725282" border="0" /></a>She has the best smile. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0ycQPppQmF0IbJZmlwpNfT6DBspGhMI3CEhuVgQwu-LBar5SDA6kP2nWFYajoVhpOZyjyD7ayjxSwfbES33TwmSpEAWIXV0AMSEqITVFHnzcERUqxlu0Ok7FWDXIdsORjqmT/s1600-h/P1020864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0ycQPppQmF0IbJZmlwpNfT6DBspGhMI3CEhuVgQwu-LBar5SDA6kP2nWFYajoVhpOZyjyD7ayjxSwfbES33TwmSpEAWIXV0AMSEqITVFHnzcERUqxlu0Ok7FWDXIdsORjqmT/s320/P1020864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167452577529888770" border="0" /></a>Our camera doesn't do it justice. (Don't get me started on our overpriced camera that only takes good, non-blurry, non-washed out pictures when you're outside in the daytime--Not so good when your kid is born in the middle of winter in the frigid, frozen prairie...) You really need to see it for yourself. I could look at it all day. (Wait a second, I DO look at it all day!) Seriously, if you could bottle her smile and give it to unhappy folks the world would be a happier place. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uIGTbgoZG0P4daOPauZOCIbgr_CT57Eho8MSWMblwA3IoRZufiGL328K5l4MsvKSAOn6jxZwGcp78t9FFfs2ML5sn07u3zuroxr067R9uJ_bX_9kgVrVuPVNGfVTceolSVyv/s1600-h/P1020873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uIGTbgoZG0P4daOPauZOCIbgr_CT57Eho8MSWMblwA3IoRZufiGL328K5l4MsvKSAOn6jxZwGcp78t9FFfs2ML5sn07u3zuroxr067R9uJ_bX_9kgVrVuPVNGfVTceolSVyv/s320/P1020873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167452607594659890" border="0" /></a>As you can also see, her eyes are looking super blue these days. I was thinking that they might be green like David's at first, but they look more and more blue every day. I also think she looks a lot like my sister, Elizabeth, although David and Diane (David's sister) think she looks like a Ferguson. I suppose she could, it's just that I only know what Ullrich babies look like, and she looks like one to me...<br /><br />Well, I think that's all the news that's fit to print at this moment. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHl7UD-LU3yJbCiCfihltB_MdRQAek1Oogobju1IzPhUSqp23u2rq2Wv2kYktBqoiWkPyMAg6wYCg4E4sMTZR6t1zHXi-5dvD53ptVLlpqHlw-B-pUNGzOKrEZgvZj5FsQfoMY/s1600-h/P1020881.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHl7UD-LU3yJbCiCfihltB_MdRQAek1Oogobju1IzPhUSqp23u2rq2Wv2kYktBqoiWkPyMAg6wYCg4E4sMTZR6t1zHXi-5dvD53ptVLlpqHlw-B-pUNGzOKrEZgvZj5FsQfoMY/s320/P1020881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167454432955760706" border="0" /></a>We're looking forward to visiting with "Aggie Becky" (my sis) for the next few days. She arrives tomorrow for a little visit and to meet the newest family member.<br /><br />Hope you all had a good Valentine's Day and were able to spend it with the ones you love!Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-55725872267924371252008-01-28T13:27:00.001-06:002008-01-28T16:12:06.318-06:00Coming Home From the Hospital, Teagan's First Bath and New PicturesSo, we made it home from the hospital, and Teagan enjoyed her first car ride (even though her brother did not...). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhGhspD6RoodUfGxSFP5QT_G6hb5ZFx0XO2JkDKfQ6yG7PMx-bbbZ6VITyYaZhKTRt8zGuc2qMwJ6lhIaF7HtB4Mm3XmX6SEhW9jr4Wv6jww8bbrKWOeWmVLw4ryO5fuki1OL/s1600-h/P1020774.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhGhspD6RoodUfGxSFP5QT_G6hb5ZFx0XO2JkDKfQ6yG7PMx-bbbZ6VITyYaZhKTRt8zGuc2qMwJ6lhIaF7HtB4Mm3XmX6SEhW9jr4Wv6jww8bbrKWOeWmVLw4ryO5fuki1OL/s320/P1020774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160631482455824626" border="0" /></a>She slept through the whole thing, despite the fact that Kieran cried the entire way home. He was pretty torn up about the fact that we weren't going to be going back to the place with the helicopter pad and where the doors miraculously opened. (You had to ring a bell to get into the postpartum wing and then the nurses would buzz you in.) I swear, Kieran was way more excited about "Doors Open!" than about his little sister. ;)<br /><br />We slowly settled into a routine of being a family of four (well, five for a little bit since my mom was here to help, thank goodness!!). Teagan's cord stump fell off when she was only four days old (SOOO early! Kieran's didn't fall off until he was well over a month old, which was really late!), so we gave her her first real bath the next day (goodness, did she need it!). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiLud4p9TPObzJSw91h7ir6B8pIKaxSt694-_EjiOoby1UN7TkfdmEK9vBr6vBIZp_vA0JWfGH6-lmmAnmQwWHj8LSn_RXncABmP8m1WuH1WsPdFY74OPzsQoTHs3iTfc_qhf/s1600-h/P1020809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiLud4p9TPObzJSw91h7ir6B8pIKaxSt694-_EjiOoby1UN7TkfdmEK9vBr6vBIZp_vA0JWfGH6-lmmAnmQwWHj8LSn_RXncABmP8m1WuH1WsPdFY74OPzsQoTHs3iTfc_qhf/s320/P1020809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160631478160857314" border="0" /></a>David was thinking she was going to hate the bath, but boy did she love it! Instead of bathing her in the sink, we decided to give her her bath in the bathroom since it was like -15 degrees out the night we bathed her, and our house was COLD, despite the heat being up. The bathroom has a ceiling heater installed, so it was nice and cozy back there. Teagan was so calm and alert the entire bath. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDn178q4PW32nIP6df2p8F8JtdJuPqIol1I-bvgkDwQrqW3RtHXDCIZTEjburhvdiq4MWIvK_PoZGYgrd7yEd79mbcXXxJ5Ej1lgthK0bspX6Rsg-NnmNDHATS3P1X76RBUjtQ/s1600-h/P1020816.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDn178q4PW32nIP6df2p8F8JtdJuPqIol1I-bvgkDwQrqW3RtHXDCIZTEjburhvdiq4MWIvK_PoZGYgrd7yEd79mbcXXxJ5Ej1lgthK0bspX6Rsg-NnmNDHATS3P1X76RBUjtQ/s320/P1020816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160631482455824642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGAdCYDDmRqbmE1zmpPcnKHs4s5gQXFIbQNVisOJb_cS56CjR-6Nf5uXVZPoLDqZqMpmUMmUfwKbOpYpMBxn1no5XZxVFyE_1117PfrkVF2IaGvTzdsukkVP7c-dqvJ-zYfKo/s1600-h/P1020825_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGAdCYDDmRqbmE1zmpPcnKHs4s5gQXFIbQNVisOJb_cS56CjR-6Nf5uXVZPoLDqZqMpmUMmUfwKbOpYpMBxn1no5XZxVFyE_1117PfrkVF2IaGvTzdsukkVP7c-dqvJ-zYfKo/s320/P1020825_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160647300820375890" border="0" /></a>She was just looking around and observing everything that was going on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MEHXNPVUbUrBihfgnY4b4MAMdyt0_fcaq1VEEukE9Vfp_C1n6e9qAs63NqodakUj1zjZXheltN-xUBkUjX95A0zvob3sA0Za0bzt1fgpLu4MH0kUn-OBMsZlL1N4q0qAjNac/s1600-h/P1020823_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MEHXNPVUbUrBihfgnY4b4MAMdyt0_fcaq1VEEukE9Vfp_C1n6e9qAs63NqodakUj1zjZXheltN-xUBkUjX95A0zvob3sA0Za0bzt1fgpLu4MH0kUn-OBMsZlL1N4q0qAjNac/s320/P1020823_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160631499635693858" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71Vu_O81qqB4lZuOIyH6rNxKcPm_Lf5tarmHYRJHctZuAcklS5t-N2FpJpmgk35YYpsgIhZbPljc0fM61Gm6GB5VEcrevqffUrOKh7bhnUTSCt5g7WA-6pDzO6HP4u5fFX7GH/s1600-h/P1020831.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71Vu_O81qqB4lZuOIyH6rNxKcPm_Lf5tarmHYRJHctZuAcklS5t-N2FpJpmgk35YYpsgIhZbPljc0fM61Gm6GB5VEcrevqffUrOKh7bhnUTSCt5g7WA-6pDzO6HP4u5fFX7GH/s320/P1020831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160647313705277794" border="0" /></a>Kieran decided after he got into the big boy tub that he wanted to help, but fortunately, he was mostly happy just observing what was going on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zNqhsmEiOW3lc_GhegRxcGgR-carFcWueTWEU2xlsQYL02szsYvGiCY35UEPChyphenhypheny_cJMWT0e3YMpAWOgxGEKTWPM1HxYZxuIvRmh4GJc4qWUfBrQzoJ5bDJrZX6mt0YgKZRF/s1600-h/P1020822.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zNqhsmEiOW3lc_GhegRxcGgR-carFcWueTWEU2xlsQYL02szsYvGiCY35UEPChyphenhypheny_cJMWT0e3YMpAWOgxGEKTWPM1HxYZxuIvRmh4GJc4qWUfBrQzoJ5bDJrZX6mt0YgKZRF/s320/P1020822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160647292230441282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU3CkL7lpB2XsrHdyQRKboV_s7I_4jdogirAMTwoYptmgLtJlpwKt-83Gw9JauPMIQp1derl8OuAtmYNO1natQlaZBpkDEvn7HwdqaOUCnjcGh7zm8EEmOwvKk45xUvw-zA2R/s1600-h/P1020814.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQU3CkL7lpB2XsrHdyQRKboV_s7I_4jdogirAMTwoYptmgLtJlpwKt-83Gw9JauPMIQp1derl8OuAtmYNO1natQlaZBpkDEvn7HwdqaOUCnjcGh7zm8EEmOwvKk45xUvw-zA2R/s320/P1020814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160647287935473970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last Sunday, Kieran got sick. He had a pretty good fever and a *nice* cough. By Monday night,his fever had reached 104, so we gave him some tylenol, and it came down to 101. He seemed to be on the mend on Tuesday (although he still had a fever) so my mom left, but on Wednesday he started regressing and was in bad shape on Thursday and Friday. Totally lethargic and sleepy. We took him to the doctor's on Friday, and everything looked and sounded okay, despite his lingering fever. FINALLY on Sunday (yesterday) his fever broke. AN ENTIRE WEEK LATER, folks!!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fjsi4o04YzNQL8DrAziP4GeM8Utbz78x0XeGdgGJVYne2eDnVh8gseZ4fbJL2BoAOclE-OslijQD32jEhAYZ_8-5Ni4tFEe3M084lp94oNOSbOURSoSpynbucTpRqKXruRdX/s1600-h/P1020832.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fjsi4o04YzNQL8DrAziP4GeM8Utbz78x0XeGdgGJVYne2eDnVh8gseZ4fbJL2BoAOclE-OslijQD32jEhAYZ_8-5Ni4tFEe3M084lp94oNOSbOURSoSpynbucTpRqKXruRdX/s320/P1020832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160647322295212402" border="0" /></a>When Kieran started to get sicker rather than better we tried to limit his interactions with Teagan so as to avoid getting her sick with whatever it was he had. Since Teagan is pretty much attached to my breast all day long, this meant that he didn't get to spend much time with me, either. (Thank goodness for David's ability to stay home to help out!!) Kieran has been acting out a bit--lots of crying fits/tantrums and hitting, and I'm feeling major mommy guilt about it. I'm convinced that it's because he feels abandoned by me because of how we handled this first illness. But, it's hard to think about knowingly exposing your one week old baby to an illness that's causing a fever of 104+. This is SO not how I expected Kieran and Teagan's relationship to begin. I hope I haven't messed it up for them. So, now that we're all on the mend, hopefully we'll be able to get off on a better foot. Things seemed to be going pretty well until Kieran got sick. Hopefully we'll be able to get back to that.<br /><br />Here are a few pictures of my cuties to tide you over until I post again.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl4WloilAFAg_5s4S1vWw2KtG3ebffZd8zBkWJuuDrScjXozeL3sPthzD5GITlrgcNEL8CyFMzB13niEm_TnowfMhbUpOV8g8DzXiC6pH3nyCTeVJrgTkMrixCaDTLZAevjWG/s1600-h/P1020793.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl4WloilAFAg_5s4S1vWw2KtG3ebffZd8zBkWJuuDrScjXozeL3sPthzD5GITlrgcNEL8CyFMzB13niEm_TnowfMhbUpOV8g8DzXiC6pH3nyCTeVJrgTkMrixCaDTLZAevjWG/s320/P1020793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160648924318013826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdK0r-3uIcajKhUhSnb3KkhPVauA0edumyoK4YWP301hNIp9H5x_95xmxnpMVbivtfTKf_cZs2wD9HJ8wgQaS89LGrYWEeeXJSYlGy5q5cwSCXDnPoDe_BDRe2H_5DP_p7N_j/s1600-h/P1020854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdK0r-3uIcajKhUhSnb3KkhPVauA0edumyoK4YWP301hNIp9H5x_95xmxnpMVbivtfTKf_cZs2wD9HJ8wgQaS89LGrYWEeeXJSYlGy5q5cwSCXDnPoDe_BDRe2H_5DP_p7N_j/s320/P1020854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160652145543485906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8t85vpxHXO1bxPGMeL3UarfaoMkRcoYLJjFFSK_HWvE_Zj95Rf6CxfZsUkhJqLkviyzhlQJnvfyplpWEDf7vvp-aE5UJqYSQPR8iA4p_jqroRC6gskJz_hm9TEUwKnhBWtmC/s1600-h/P1020806.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8t85vpxHXO1bxPGMeL3UarfaoMkRcoYLJjFFSK_HWvE_Zj95Rf6CxfZsUkhJqLkviyzhlQJnvfyplpWEDf7vvp-aE5UJqYSQPR8iA4p_jqroRC6gskJz_hm9TEUwKnhBWtmC/s320/P1020806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160648928612981154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdhqJYEPFEw5zkRcMs2_tDs5j6eM7vJuGjo8FRrSl_hN_QWHe1zUCzS9_vvyvqGsVvzt9IuTwOWPGfNXIwjH19_a3XTm1NJxherrB4_0VNGpvIsCUIcT4q2p88GgvVGkMK-wv/s1600-h/P1020800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdhqJYEPFEw5zkRcMs2_tDs5j6eM7vJuGjo8FRrSl_hN_QWHe1zUCzS9_vvyvqGsVvzt9IuTwOWPGfNXIwjH19_a3XTm1NJxherrB4_0VNGpvIsCUIcT4q2p88GgvVGkMK-wv/s320/P1020800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160648928612981138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeVCuBMnj3GTary0VHSTqfxcY2c8tBZgeO01bhgL1E6Emfut3Oi59UPCTH1rxImZoxc-HyDRhO0Z4MMNjj55LJ5lQBl5KTtEUPMH_Gf0ZTJi7O4cgSdl5nBIQLIr0aQ01k_iN/s1600-h/P1020805.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeVCuBMnj3GTary0VHSTqfxcY2c8tBZgeO01bhgL1E6Emfut3Oi59UPCTH1rxImZoxc-HyDRhO0Z4MMNjj55LJ5lQBl5KTtEUPMH_Gf0ZTJi7O4cgSdl5nBIQLIr0aQ01k_iN/s320/P1020805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160648932907948466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3exOsOnoVTRzIsYoVCW81iVJz3o5K-YoPmAhd5zvcwuSG6weubus_sRp9uh6rb8PNmOhVemi0kpOmE2ONtugtmHGXmpdLuxT06Eerh4SBBQtRRQNAhIBdv6orwPkTWVy1ElC/s1600-h/P1020855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3exOsOnoVTRzIsYoVCW81iVJz3o5K-YoPmAhd5zvcwuSG6weubus_sRp9uh6rb8PNmOhVemi0kpOmE2ONtugtmHGXmpdLuxT06Eerh4SBBQtRRQNAhIBdv6orwPkTWVy1ElC/s320/P1020855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160652154133420514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QsjInQiE_sJgHqATI135BpFx_FYKFB7Ole4gEUAGvKlSFyNYS6sCJN0C_w_u3fdRlZGP5VtZwM86Xe4-CuOayOtg6aO1l466DY_qnLNKRZFUA59UU_1wkp9TOOIkGybUm0Iz/s1600-h/P1020835.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QsjInQiE_sJgHqATI135BpFx_FYKFB7Ole4gEUAGvKlSFyNYS6sCJN0C_w_u3fdRlZGP5VtZwM86Xe4-CuOayOtg6aO1l466DY_qnLNKRZFUA59UU_1wkp9TOOIkGybUm0Iz/s320/P1020835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160648941497883074" border="0" /></a>I thought this last picture was hysterical--all three of my sweeties crashed out in bed (along with "No-Man" and "Bank-et" who go pretty much everywhere with Kieran). Teagan and David really cracked me up since they're sleeping in the exact same position. Teagan really is her father's daughter, I guess. :)Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-9918416073652989672008-01-15T12:56:00.000-06:002008-01-15T13:53:50.133-06:00The Story of Teagan's BirthWhile I had some time this morning, I briefly wrote down Teagan's birth story, so here it is! :)<br /><br />My labor with Teagan was short but intense, but before we get to that, I should give you some background information. David's sister, Diane, was visiting us this past week and wrote about the days leading up to Teagan's birth from her perspective in the following paragraph:<br /><br />I got out to IL on Monday (well Tuesday AM thanks to the storms), and was pleased to hear the weekend before Loretta had been having lots of contractions. I hoped that meant that this little one would come on time. Nothing on Tuesday. Wednesday morning dawned bright and unseasonably warm. Nothing. Loretta kind of shrugged her shoulders and apologized that this baby seemed to be late too. That day we (Grandma, Loretta, Kieran, and Aunt Diane) went to the Children's Museum to play with Kieran's friend Maya. I made Loretta (I mean I encouraged her) to walk around a lot and bend and pick up her son. Hoping that would jump start labor. Nothing. Thursday came. And went. Nothing. Friday came and... On Friday night was went to Papa George for some Greek cuisine. Loretta started having pretty regular contractions. I pulled out my pad of paper and we counted them about everything 3-8 min. apart! Sweet! My plane left in the afternoon on Saturday and I was hopeful that this was it! It was not it. On Saturday morning the contractions faded. I had to make the easiest decision of my life. Should I leave or extend my trip by two days. I called the airline and made the switch (best money I ever spent). That night Loretta, Jackie and I went out to see the movie Juno, which is about a pregnant teen aged girl. Loretta laughed at the birth scene which was about 20 sec. long. Girl's water broke. Everyone went to the hospital. Push. Push. Baby out. We all made fun of how Hollywood makes birth seem like one quick scream, and then it's all over. (Little did we know...) We got home that night, and for the millionth time I asked hopefully, "How are you feeling?" Hoping like crazy that she would finally answer, "I feel terrible, like I'm having a baby or something." But she just looked at me and said, "Sorry, I'm feeling fine."<br /><br />(back to Loretta's perspective) As Diane noted above, I had been having contractions off and on since Friday evening, but nothing regular or painful. I went to bed Sunday in the early morning at around 12:30 a.m. (we are night owls) not feeling like anything was going on and thinking that Teagan was not anywhere near being born, which I felt bad about since Diane was leaving Monday afternoon. I seriously did not think that Teagan would be born until after she had left. Then, I woke up around 2:15 a.m. with intense, regular contractions. I laid in bed until around 3:30 trying to go back to sleep, but at that point, I decided to get up and start timing contractions (and take my somewhat noisy self out of the room where my 20 mo. old and husband were sleeping). I spent about 45 minutes in the bathroom, timing contractions and laboring on the toilet, which was the most comfortable position I could find. The contractions were just about 3 minutes apart and intense. With Kieran, my labor started similarly--contractions around 3-4 minutes apart for several hours, then they dropped back to about 5-6 minutes apart for about 24 hours. They never went away, just slowed down slightly, and they were nowhere near as intense as the ones I was feeling on Sunday morning. I was getting pretty discouraged because I thought for sure I would be in labor for at least 24 more hours based on how things had gone when I delivered Kieran. Also, my water hadn't broken nor had I seen any show or mucus plug (which my mom kept asking about hopefully).<br /><br />At a little after 4 a.m. I woke David and told him I thought I was in labor. We decided to wait to go to the hospital until after Kieran woke up (usually around 7:30/8ish) since he'd never woken up w/out us before, and we were still thinking that this was the very beginning of labor. I spent the next hour and a half laboring in the living room on my exercise ball and in the bathroom. By 5:30, I decided I wanted to go to the hospital. The contractions were coming a bit more quickly and were even more intense. We decided that it would be better for Kieran to wake up with his fun Aunt Diane (and maybe grandma) than for him to wake up to an in-pain momma. I decided I wanted to find out how dilated I was, then labor in the tub until I got an epidural. At that point, I was resigned to an epidural. If I was going to be in labor as long as I had been with Kieran (36 hours, plus or minus), I was sure I was going to need an epidural to make it. We woke up my mom and Diane to let them know what was going on. We decided we would call my mom once we were at the hospital and knew how far along I was. David gathered together our things and started the car--at one point during a contraction I shushed my mom when she was trying to coach me by breathing differently that I was...<br /><br />We arrived at the hospital a little after 6 a.m. By the time I was in a room and being checked, it was after 6:15. The nurse checked me and said I was a good 6-7 centimeters dilated, which was a big relief for me. I had been sure they were going to tell me that I was only at a 3 or so. Dr. Nelson, my doctor, was not on call this past weekend, but we had asked early on in my pregnancy for the office midwife, Cathy Hinton, to deliver if Dr. Nelson was unavailable (out of town or not on call), and she had agreed to do so. We had also done the same thing when I was pregnant with Kieran because I saw both of them alternatingly throughout both pregnancies and both David and I felt really comfortable with them and with the fact that they would respect our wishes during labor. The nurses called Cathy and she headed over to the hospital. Fortunately for me, she was already up and in her car on her way home from the other hospital in town when they called to ask her to come. I kept alternating between laboring in the bed, standing up, and in the bathroom. I asked for an epidural, the nurse got things ready to start an IV for me. It took a few tries to get my IV in (I should have known to tell them to use my right arm rather than my left because my left arm's veins are always tricky when I'm having blood drawn). The nurses told me that the anesthesiologist was on his way up and that this particular one would want David to wait in the hall while he was administering my epidural. I headed for the bathroom again with David. While I was in there, both Cathy and the anesthesiologist arrived. I waited for the current contraction to stop and then headed back out to get my epidural. David stepped outside, Cathy Hinton stayed in there with me. It was a little after 6:45 a.m. This is when things started moving at warp speed.<br /><br />I told Cathy that I felt like I might need to push soon, she said I didn't need to get the epidural, but I was adamant. At this point I seriously did not think I could do it without the epidural. The contractions were so fast and SO intense. I told her that I was also pretty sure I couldn't have gone from 6-7 centimeters to 10 centimeters and ready to push in less than 30 minutes. She said it was possible, I insisted on the epidural. The anesthesiologist was putting the needle in my back when I felt my water break and an intense urge to push, I tried to stay as still as possible, but informed Cathy that I now needed to push. She reminded me to stay still, the anesthesiologist took the needle out of my back--no epidural for me!--my nurse looked down and confirmed that Teagan's head was crowning. I said, "I need my husband in here right now!" and another nurse ran out into the hall to get David. I somehow climbed back up onto the bed, David ran back into the room, I pushed twice, literally less than a minute, and Teagan was born! Cathy barely had time to put on her gloves to help catch her! They put her on my belly--she was a hefty little babe!-- and suctioned out her mouth and nose, and then David cut her cord. It all happened so fast! My mom obviously did not make it to the hospital in time for her birth, and since it happened so quickly we have absolutely no pictures or video of her birth (but we also don't have any of Kieran's birth, either, but for different reasons), which are the only downsides to Teagan's birth.<br /><br />When Teagan was being born, I could feel myself tear again in the same exact place I tore with Kieran, although it didn't feel painful at all, unlike the first time around. Apparently the tear was smaller, too. I felt great despite tearing, and delivered the placenta within 10 minutes or so.<br /><br />Diane has a picture of her phone's incoming call log, which reads like this:<br /><br />6:22 AM David (called to say that they were at the hospital)<br />6:48 David (called to say that they were giving Loretta the epidural)<br />6:56 David (called to say that Teagan was born)<br /><br />As I mentioned before, I seriously doubted my ability to give birth without an epidural. I am a wimp when it comes to pain, and based on my prior record with these things, I felt sure that I would be in labor for a long, long, long time. As it were, I ended up being in labor for about 4.5 hours--WAY different from the first time around! Teagan was only in the birth canal for about 2 minutes at the most. She has the most perfectly round head. When the pediatrician was examining her on Sunday he asked David if she was a c-sectioned baby because her head was so round. The pediatrician was shocked when David told him that she was not! :) I am so proud of myself for giving birth with no drugs, and while I remember that it hurt worse than anything else I've ever felt, I also can't remember exactly what it felt like.<br /><br />Everything else is going great here. I am sore, although I know to take it super easy this time around (unlike with Kieran--I totally overdid it a couple of days after he was born and reaped the consequences for weeks afterwards...). Teagan is nursing like a champ and my milk started to come back in yesterday. I could tell partially because Kieran is insistent on drinking more mommy milk all the time, too, and he's having a bit of a hard time sharing *his* milk with Teagan. Thank goodness for Daddy and Grandma to distract him a bit. He was super excited to wake up with "Bee Ats" (Baby X) as he still calls her, in bed with us all this morning. Our first night of co-sleeping all together went well last night. Hopefully it will continue to do so!<br /><br />Thanks again to everyone for all the congratulatory remarks and well-wishes! We can't wait to introduce little Teagan to you all! I'm sure we'll have more pictures up in the next few day so be sure to check back.Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29481091.post-55255768291955344602008-01-13T22:09:00.000-06:002008-01-13T23:44:29.027-06:00Introducing Teagan Eleanor Ullrich FergusonHere are some pics of the newest member of our family, Teagan <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_roosevelt">Eleanor</a> Ullrich Ferguson.<br /><br />Teagan was <a href="http://www.carle.com/Hospital/centprog/Maternity/WebBabies/index.asp?id=13277">born</a> at 6:50 a.m. on Sunday, January 13, 2008. She weighed 8 lb. 10 oz. and was 21 3/4 inches long. Her stats were almost identical to her brother's! (Kieran weighed 8 lb. 10 oz. and was 22 inches long when he was born.)<br /><br />We're so excited she's here with us. We know many of you are eagerly awaiting pictures, and I'm too tired to write the exciting story of her birth, so without further ado, check out KRUF's little sister!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shortly after her very quick birth (aren't you anxious to hear the story??)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPdY0vNUF0ehN3wd1zfUGXRudF7s0hpZyCrqwgpgQhTCcaw4KqJestN8asyznCBZ2BNQwvpHTpQAusBTWyrJpEFU1AE0jvGpza4Daz18fJFoz2uWJ645udFHUL2Bi4SfvbyAj/s1600-h/P1060412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPdY0vNUF0ehN3wd1zfUGXRudF7s0hpZyCrqwgpgQhTCcaw4KqJestN8asyznCBZ2BNQwvpHTpQAusBTWyrJpEFU1AE0jvGpza4Daz18fJFoz2uWJ645udFHUL2Bi4SfvbyAj/s320/P1060412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155181209294683794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOlc-6GeeLhfTJ1optXXvYNY6PoTsA_TGKE3DgWRPQYQnykd54DMHQlOhl85fi91ZOASVCufeYRo0TrRLdN9oo197iktO1ooXnx37sj9gDXJe6ziSk7tgu3FGGJtoP8X2WHIF/s1600-h/P1020741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx81V3AFkR7xM-SEr9yY4y1n4lFzgxWrbHP1lXabywSOH2o-yKrGY03T21yZY3lnrORVWbhsFixCFhUtXkWQwcFDf-lQkFzP41OYXvCWSn2Ez_7iioUNWweMLsLeEjSeDnARUb/s320/P1060350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155181187819847266" border="0" /></a>Hanging out with Dad and Meeting Big Brother Kieran<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLhHr12FSRSpIO9mxkDkzPy16bPO0nvns07tMssR6nZiWvYp_emQrC4o9vl3DdBR5R3WeaT4uhnTPQl3bo1oWk575tSLNCWM8YfNiT2VEDD_5gYLLvOh08hGR6TMPyomYi3DL/s1600-h/P1060460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLhHr12FSRSpIO9mxkDkzPy16bPO0nvns07tMssR6nZiWvYp_emQrC4o9vl3DdBR5R3WeaT4uhnTPQl3bo1oWk575tSLNCWM8YfNiT2VEDD_5gYLLvOh08hGR6TMPyomYi3DL/s320/P1060460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155181832064941794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUPsg_DYNZh_EMKCzHBsNMQDnz40_VCDVyGSMsr2Su1S8-h-8OtnkLK7l7rZebB2ecCN3zGD4ZQbPyYkAm17w18QDgApSnVS2CPyXe2D4NY2JO9B18raFsKjuYY0PJELVGGAA/s1600-h/P1060452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tkoxcXLa0n3b4d6TUfRefnohVCyqCY7-SX3WXHw7QSjYcYU0MqbyR9aLsfCVYHMadmL5F-Bq_BUJUKogtriu2k-EWjgS4HjV_AiOHdgYqdFvmRfE_ku34UJCb-5ZBJ_vA5cM/s320/P1020723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155180758323117570" border="0" /></a>"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"<br />-Eleanor Roosevelt<br /></div>Lorettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408300840672725188noreply@blogger.com6