tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087967976361339332024-03-20T03:15:18.359-07:00Wesley LawrenceNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-63619710745953844242010-11-10T13:00:00.000-08:002010-11-10T13:04:25.206-08:00Now that there are two...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZirtJ_gupShNZ4Z8SyglwcXDxhwxI_37oEN1QijUW7pnLV903qkwo85-yRKOXtYf5RkdMXQpyb0JjGXZ31F738-s9d_WQ88mvQs37sAtnJAroYOEmhUGyyaPBo4xnNlqNDc1nPkUxdcDO/s1600/IMG_6985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZirtJ_gupShNZ4Z8SyglwcXDxhwxI_37oEN1QijUW7pnLV903qkwo85-yRKOXtYf5RkdMXQpyb0JjGXZ31F738-s9d_WQ88mvQs37sAtnJAroYOEmhUGyyaPBo4xnNlqNDc1nPkUxdcDO/s400/IMG_6985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538029613287205026" /></a><br />...I find myself with a lot less time than I had before. <br /><br />I started a picture blog for BOTH kids, and will try to keep it updated regularly. Check it out:<br /><br /><a href="http://parkerandwes.blogspot.com">parkerandwes.blogspot.com</a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-35835028448927498592010-05-25T16:15:00.000-07:002010-05-25T16:22:35.279-07:00Last Day of SchoolWarning to the grandparents: This picture might make you cry!<br /><br />Today was Wes' last day of preschool in the 2's class. He's officially a 3 (come September when school starts again).<br /><br />I pulled a very non-Kristina move and actually was organized enough to take a picture on both the first and last day of school. I hope I can continue to be this organized for the rest of his school years (although I'm sure I'll get some resistance sooner rather than later).<br /><br />Just uploaded these this evening and oh my gosh. How much he has grown. Not just physically, although you can see that. He looks so confident in the second pictures. A little boy more sure of his surroundings than he was back in September. I know that his school played a big part in this. I'm so proud of him. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzogtCpQW3uvn_1g_FxAOTzE-Lkh0Dsq6mIN0ANnsvaLK3OjhLMzIzd0LAdN7Zf9JCBS-uGLqh2_QO-WP19FkpfKMPcPpuoOK6tEdjdK5tuMLmt7ouIrpeVbUwBg_PL6RsyBcNAyet6MqO/s1600/School+Pics.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzogtCpQW3uvn_1g_FxAOTzE-Lkh0Dsq6mIN0ANnsvaLK3OjhLMzIzd0LAdN7Zf9JCBS-uGLqh2_QO-WP19FkpfKMPcPpuoOK6tEdjdK5tuMLmt7ouIrpeVbUwBg_PL6RsyBcNAyet6MqO/s400/School+Pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475351659351468562" /></a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-65794736273007471692010-05-20T13:00:00.000-07:002010-05-20T13:00:57.353-07:00Berry Picking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Wes refuses to eat berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries...won't even try them. I asked him what he had for snack the other day at school, and he said, "Chex and Blueberries." I said, "Oh! Did you eat blueberries?" Wes: "No, I had raisins. I roll my blueberries on the table to Elliott." Heh. And sorry, Ms. Julie.<br />
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So, I didn't know how berry picking would go over. Fortunately it was a big hit. It seems that while eating strawberries is out of the question, traipsing around in mud and digging through wet and dirty plants to pick them was right up his alley.<br />
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We met a few friends out at the berry patch as well, and I'm excited to be able to do some of these outings during the week and make some new friends!<br />
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The day was great. We visited the library and the indoor playground at the mall, mainly because outside it looked like this:<br />
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A torrential downpour all day long. Driving rain. The kind of rain that makes you want to put your feet up and put on a Lifetime movie.<br />
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Thankfully, Wes had a long afternoon nap that allowed me to recharge as well. (Rain makes kids cranky. Getting up before 6 makes kids and adults cranky, too).<br />
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Luckily after his nap, the rain slowed down enough for us to put on rain boots and a rain coat and go stomp in some puddles:<br />
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We ran into our friends Sara and Megan (2 yrs) and they came over for some inside play.<br />
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The best part of the day was when daddy got home and we got to play on the porch, with the driving rain all around us:<br />
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Aaaahhhh...heaven. But now, I'm going to bed.<br />
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~KristinaNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-31166005949905236312010-05-14T13:17:00.000-07:002010-05-14T13:25:11.477-07:00My New Job...Today was my last day at Kenan-Flagler...I have a new job. Stay-at-home mom and chief playmate of this little guy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyc4OgXU6FjrVtW8FCOEh4XSSIxWmvZpLvA_ICtC8GvxIkVJ4oihNGkOoeNRHPYTDi174MeNEiGwUF4CrMVHxqT78JGobucHALZhD4UL7hmeqKH1TUNDMOWtXFvpvlzLN9r1CIF79CA2AM/s1600/IMG00014-20100503-0933.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyc4OgXU6FjrVtW8FCOEh4XSSIxWmvZpLvA_ICtC8GvxIkVJ4oihNGkOoeNRHPYTDi174MeNEiGwUF4CrMVHxqT78JGobucHALZhD4UL7hmeqKH1TUNDMOWtXFvpvlzLN9r1CIF79CA2AM/s320/IMG00014-20100503-0933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471224029700497938" /></a><br /><br />I definitely had mixed emotions while leaving the building this afternoon. A while ago when I set the date of May 14th it seemed as good as any. And it came pretty fast...too fast for me to process it and get nostalgic, really. I've been at Kenan-Flagler since July of 2006, when Neil hadn't even started law school yet. So much has changed since then, and my co-workers have been through it all with me.<br /><br />But, it's time. I'm ready to spend my days playing outside in the sandbox, fingerpainting, and taking care of Wes. And in September, his sister will join us and a whole new chapter will start!Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-59586499956650671212010-05-06T14:46:00.000-07:002010-05-06T14:48:18.411-07:00Let's Play Outside!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqDIAu-VBwASvq2YUTdr1jNvsfVNpFor4-tSZhOodUBmhJHN-vV4WfaMD5s2aeIId7_lQvsH-QxTRPMBYXsq-8b4tw2MF2iBuQwxanVxRi8zyuwABeToOVYtOw2GsxlR_PsNa93GNh3Q/s1600/IMG_6305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqDIAu-VBwASvq2YUTdr1jNvsfVNpFor4-tSZhOodUBmhJHN-vV4WfaMD5s2aeIId7_lQvsH-QxTRPMBYXsq-8b4tw2MF2iBuQwxanVxRi8zyuwABeToOVYtOw2GsxlR_PsNa93GNh3Q/s320/IMG_6305.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Wes loves to be outside. This time of year, it's perfect. We are loving our new yard and screened in porch...they make it so easy to enjoy being outside.<br />
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Day (Grandaddy) built him this sandbox in our backyard. I love it because it's under a huge shade tree. I can sit underneath the tree and watch him play. Occasionally I get to show him a Grandaddy Long Legs or ant crawling by, and he loves to say hello to them. He'll even introduce himself: "Hi Ant, I'm Wes."<br />
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I snapped these pictures of Wes playing in his sandbox this week:<br />
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The new sandbox (built by Day):<br />
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He loves to lay down in the sand...you can imagine how dirty he gets!<br />
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Getting up close and personal with an ant.<br />
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Showing me where he is. "Ant, go see your mommy and daddy!"<br />
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Ultimate concentration.<br />
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Allie watches from the porch.<br />
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~KristinaNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-62839578351566419602010-04-13T19:26:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:26:05.149-07:00Easter Love.<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We just got back from the perfect Easter weekend in Salisbury.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Family, sunshine and perfect weather (temps in the 80s!) and plenty of Easter bunny fun.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-39950030853562713772010-04-01T08:04:00.000-07:002010-04-01T08:10:22.294-07:00Circus Peanuts.We took this video of Wes this week. The highlights include Neil throwing popcorn to him one kernel at a time (like circus peanuts) and him attacking them face first (we tried to give him the bowl, but it was messy, to say the least), his "cape" and especially his expression at the end of the video. This is typical Wes all the way.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7VYeJAI4-FeJQjVLCw_8P5dUunFJ04hURObsGXuHiJgvNjbpaXhmJ-X7m-yZmcOswVFfM6HsgOuWxyVEhkw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-25130159323219780462010-03-29T13:52:00.000-07:002010-03-30T11:13:19.152-07:00Our Big Boy.Everyone that sees Wes lately remarks, "He's not a little boy anymore!"<br />
He <i>is</i> growing up fast these days. The baby fat is gone from his face. His monthly trips to the barber shop for haircuts mean that his hair is now wavy, not curly. He's tall and thin and talks in full sentences.<br />
We took these pictures this weekend of our big boy:<br />
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1qVqwfZLRhJM1ogf4FCahUOjNm2YFwisNxKLLj42Y7zrs6-yAoJHbNcTAyzWhU5vrTZQC4PMmzqeb9umoIfB18G-b9D5qlC94CqvfshX-RjaowqrkzehhR9WaphNEdwlRskaLOdtwC0y/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452937534249559586" /></a><br /><br />I just love this picture Wes' teacher sent in her weekly round up...<br />My sweet little boy, all dirt and worms and trucks, feeding his babies. <br />I love seeing him showing his sweet side...deep down he's a loving little boy (who just happens to like to get dirty, too).<br /><br />Glad he's getting some practice!Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-86692991461992511812010-03-16T17:49:00.000-07:002010-03-16T17:57:07.985-07:00Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day(s)We've had a rough week at the Magnuson house.<br />We enjoyed a fun dinner last Sunday night with the Mihalovich family, in town from Kansas City.<br /><br />Monday night I woke up at midnight and got sick...and proceeded to get up and get sick every hour during the entire night. Neil came home from work early Tuesday feeling rotten. Our savior, Day (my dad), came to help with Wes (I couldn't raise my head off the pillow without getting sick). He returned from the playground Tuesday afternoon with bad news: Wes had throw up everywhere.<br /><br />We got better one by one; it took Wes the longest to recover. As of 8:30 pm tonight, he hadn't throw up all day, the first time in a week that he made it through the day without vomiting at least once. We took him to the doctor yesterday, who took a good look and told us that the bug was just taking a while to get out of his system, which at least made us feel better. <br /><br />And everyone at that fun dinner on Sunday night? Every single one got sick. This is one nasty bug and I hope it's gone for good!<br /><br />I have lots of blogging to catch up on; Wes is making us laugh every day, even when he's feeling awful.<br /><br />More to come soon, promise!<br /><br />~TinaTinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-15501333802660562082010-01-19T11:07:00.000-08:002010-01-19T11:07:50.744-08:00Catching up...Wes' blog has really been neglected lately! Big things are happening in our world:<br />
During the holidays we decided to rent a bigger house while we're saving up to buy a place. We checked out a new place on Christmas eve, and by the Monday after Christmas we had been approved with a move-in date of Jan 16th. So we've been busy. Packing, moving, setting up everything. We moved Saturday and we are absolutely loving the place so far. We have four bedrooms, a playroom, screened in porch, and a Den and living room. Wes can run circles around the house (and he has been!). Also of note - Neil started his new job today. Hooray! He is in Richmond at orientation until Thursday.<br />
I still need to catch up on Christmas posts, but until then, here's a picture of Wes this morning. I was taking pictures of the place to send to Neil's parents, and he wanted to get in one. Notice the Crocs and fireman hat - his favorite attire...so glad he's getting opinions about what he wants to wear! :)<br />
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</div>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-21818410165072061182009-12-04T10:35:00.000-08:002009-12-04T12:30:24.577-08:00Football Saturday in Chapel Hill<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we finally made it up to campus before a UNC football game. For one reason or another (naps, illness, out-of-town trips) we hadn't been to Tar Heel town before a game this year.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Last year we went and he had fun watching the team at the Old Well Walk (he couldn't even walk then!):<br />
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</div>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-83581515842401902762009-11-20T06:37:00.000-08:002009-11-20T06:48:37.184-08:00Sing Song...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eay7wYr4vN_b5wDfvHg3RMyVZbSoobXF5YK89znVXb5gsdTz7gJQhvvy_kw-iqKmK8sIdjh0tytL7vrxp0xxVDnLwHJI_BMeeSULxhB0AhPTIyjCcgBvwFVaQdBoalYlzt7iaUUTkfeh/s1600/cars-movie-poster.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eay7wYr4vN_b5wDfvHg3RMyVZbSoobXF5YK89znVXb5gsdTz7gJQhvvy_kw-iqKmK8sIdjh0tytL7vrxp0xxVDnLwHJI_BMeeSULxhB0AhPTIyjCcgBvwFVaQdBoalYlzt7iaUUTkfeh/s320/cars-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406197030224957074" /></a><br /><br />Wes is now singing! Out of the blue.<br /><br />Yesterday Neil said Wes saw a picture Neil had drawn of Allie and said Spider! (heh) Then he just lit into "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." The whole thing. News to us that he knew this one!<br /><br />He sang it for me when I got home. Every time he sang, he got a bit bolder, louder, more confident. Finally when we were putting on his PJs, he belted it out and even added a little sing-song tone to his voice. After two rounds of Spider, we sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (the song that caused the <a href="http://wesleylawrence.blogspot.com/2009/11/aldersgate-preschool-dedicationand.html">tears</a> last weekend), the Good Morning Song (a preschool song that Neil and I don't know), and Max and Ruby. Then he started requesting, "Cars song! Cars song! Drive!" I asked, "Life is a Highway?" and got a "YES!" So we sang Life is a Highway from the movie Cars about three times before bed, too.<br /><br />I will be visiting Itunes later today to download some of these songs for him! I only know one line from Life is a Highway and it's getting a little old. :)Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-41279155608184193232009-11-18T06:17:00.000-08:002009-11-18T06:17:37.727-08:00Aldersgate Preschool Dedication...and the saddest little face ever.You just have to love this picture of Wes.<br />
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His preschool dedication was Sunday at Aldersgate Methodist, and the children of the preschool sang songs in front of the whole congregation. This kind of stuff makes my heart palpitate, and I'm 30. So I had no idea what to expect from a slightly shy two-year-old that's just like me.<br />
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We sat down at church and Wes was a little wiggly, but good. I loved seeing him get excited to see his friends and wave. The threes class sang first and did a great job. They stepped aside and the twos class was called up. I watched in shock as Wes climbed down from the pew and walked up to the front of the church all by himself (I was sure I would have to take him up there). All the little boys went up and took their places at the church - they certainly had practiced. When they started Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, the boy beside Wes belted it out in a scream...and that's when Wes lost it. His face turned all red, the lower lip puckered out, and he did his silent cry....the one that means, "Hey. I'm really upset here."'<br />
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Thankfully, the lovely Ms Julie swept him right up in her arms and he made it through the rest of the song and the next one. I met him at the back of the aisle when it was over, his face streaked with tears, and swept him up in a big hug. I told him how proud I was of him, just for making it up to the front of the church. And I really meant it.<br />
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-KristinaNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-6949811892700185512009-11-09T18:01:00.000-08:002009-11-09T18:01:50.321-08:00Cooking...Wes loves cooking these days. All I have to do is ask if he wants to help in the kitchen, and he comes running. He'll yell over his shoulder, "Daddy, get chair?" Neil will get him a chair and he stands with me and helps put in a pinch of salt, spices, or a can of tomatoes. He loves to stir when everything is in the pot. And if you give him a task, he'll take it very seriously and do it well - whether it be washing cherry tomatoes or handing them to me, one by one, so I can chop them in half.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The chair one morning while we made a crockpot meal:<br />
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</div>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13465314975146474510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-72288487464830051852009-11-06T05:35:00.000-08:002009-11-06T05:35:33.552-08:00Our Nashville Visit.<div style="text-align: center;">We had such a fun time in Nashville for a long weekend (Thursday evening until Monday afternoon!). Wes is still an incredible traveler. On the plane ride over, I was clutching Neil's hand and doing a little deep breathing, and Wes was just laid back looking out the window. The rest of the weekend was great. Wes continued to prove that he is the sweetest boy alive. He took right to his other grandparents, and started calling them "Bapa" (Neil called his grandpa Bompa and this is Wes' version) and "Marme" (Bapa, play trucks, too? was heard many times over the course of the weekend.)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Wes LOVES his cousin Diem. His first word every morning was, "Diem." We heard a lot of "Diem, sit here. Play trucks." Of course, Diem just wanted to take the trucks and run, and he didn't even mind that too much. There were lots of hugs and kisses, and even more chasing and laughing. We laughed about how much fun they are (and how tired we were) and how quiet it used to be in the house.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We can't wait to go back to Nashville and visit at Christmas!!!</div>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-10511470162832676242009-11-02T18:13:00.000-08:002009-11-02T18:23:54.426-08:00Halloween '09So much fun this weekend on Halloween! <a href="http://wesleylawrence.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html">Last year</a>, Wes was sick as a dog and we ended up having to cancel our plans. This year, he announced that he would like to be a fireman, so that's what we did.<br /><br />We were in Salisbury on Halloween, so we dressed up and went uptown to trick-or-treat with the downtown merchants. I think Wes enjoyed looking at the kids in costume, but wasn't too sure about going up to people for candy. When we got home we trick-or-treated with neighbors and then called it a night. <br /><br />Wes looked so adorable in his fireman costume (mom cleverly bought a fireman raincoat and rain boots so they could be worn again).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0hmPp3N2rP-38TAHTQ3h031xo02MymwrJsArvj2nuCKQ4nxDXhp_Ox99KlIXm36Elf2FpjQ-cZyk0WxPiRZevX_jdAqhFYL3uTt4rMW1oiom0er2pP9OSrz5ta5GC241iJXZLzwGLzWH/s1600-h/IMG_5665.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0hmPp3N2rP-38TAHTQ3h031xo02MymwrJsArvj2nuCKQ4nxDXhp_Ox99KlIXm36Elf2FpjQ-cZyk0WxPiRZevX_jdAqhFYL3uTt4rMW1oiom0er2pP9OSrz5ta5GC241iJXZLzwGLzWH/s320/IMG_5665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697047476182162" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqls4L_26Ij2GA1n7kXmb2MWMHPl3XATVGTYT6O9wKbe1kREbl2GuSQUmSxAs0F692H9kkjIC8k9x8k2ar5R8SX0u2XymRf9TvY_nxGtgw86zfPLry-wDWvC1joyYMvjoOmieMkISs3Kr/s1600-h/IMG_5663.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqls4L_26Ij2GA1n7kXmb2MWMHPl3XATVGTYT6O9wKbe1kREbl2GuSQUmSxAs0F692H9kkjIC8k9x8k2ar5R8SX0u2XymRf9TvY_nxGtgw86zfPLry-wDWvC1joyYMvjoOmieMkISs3Kr/s320/IMG_5663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697044081813602" /></a><br /><br />He learned that he likes suckers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEqpaeTfls05Qs5WuSIJ2Y_wHG2Nn_-zEvpnqnUNrYb2Q3JRbFfbx-gSgt_skm-72q6fg8VfXG54ME5SF6Aocs5441ElIwx8QtXPMNKVuUDoGEDJDidmPpm3RakYReo07uILQj2IOH9hn/s1600-h/IMG_5671.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEqpaeTfls05Qs5WuSIJ2Y_wHG2Nn_-zEvpnqnUNrYb2Q3JRbFfbx-gSgt_skm-72q6fg8VfXG54ME5SF6Aocs5441ElIwx8QtXPMNKVuUDoGEDJDidmPpm3RakYReo07uILQj2IOH9hn/s320/IMG_5671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697039235020018" /></a><br /><br />And was very excited with all the CANDY!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7e2Vo6aI3yvUjl1KoszWamfeCFx2MDK-aOBEBQNRagkiKyiUUONkSifN8uvtA3OlJ35bVIruflvNEhpYRHST6TUsX6noCvXuZLx5BQXHVC1LV1wQ_NnjKrtr_Pc12sSXRkowFU5bNs5X/s1600-h/IMG_5685.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7e2Vo6aI3yvUjl1KoszWamfeCFx2MDK-aOBEBQNRagkiKyiUUONkSifN8uvtA3OlJ35bVIruflvNEhpYRHST6TUsX6noCvXuZLx5BQXHVC1LV1wQ_NnjKrtr_Pc12sSXRkowFU5bNs5X/s320/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697038027671346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXROZqhV4PoxgqYPp_W3DBEf6acilLRZ29b7OJJ-qEYUbkCGoqC-naVxn1JCi7M2O7e8_07flZ3PKaqbVOq7NjJA77VxBnTiYahvuYZiSM7iI3sZdvMaXYEZJ-jlDogx2osyLZMkM3mxT/s1600-h/IMG_5699.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXROZqhV4PoxgqYPp_W3DBEf6acilLRZ29b7OJJ-qEYUbkCGoqC-naVxn1JCi7M2O7e8_07flZ3PKaqbVOq7NjJA77VxBnTiYahvuYZiSM7iI3sZdvMaXYEZJ-jlDogx2osyLZMkM3mxT/s320/IMG_5699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399697037905037874" /></a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-60174194906551589592009-10-21T07:05:00.001-07:002009-10-21T07:11:17.234-07:00Preschool UpdateAnother good week at school last week! We got our weekly email update from the teachers this weekend. Last week was the final week of their Farm unit, and they planted daffodil bulbs in the playground. <br /><br />I loved this picture of my sweet Wes playing with some other kids. All the other ones I've seen have been of him off by himself, pushing something around (which he loves to do at home, too), so this one of him playing with other little ones made me smile:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PXAoMJeyBUF6E0GnVkpNVBfyJWn59g-olglL7dRMCbceDsk7Tt-cEX5E58-queNaezWHOy_-h5Sh2EGBDK-hfvM9dgR3fC5NelHY8A-ktZMPb6DsgUcXxqfcVAQ1ptqtsUmCFtsPGNc9/s1600-h/school+21+oct+09.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PXAoMJeyBUF6E0GnVkpNVBfyJWn59g-olglL7dRMCbceDsk7Tt-cEX5E58-queNaezWHOy_-h5Sh2EGBDK-hfvM9dgR3fC5NelHY8A-ktZMPb6DsgUcXxqfcVAQ1ptqtsUmCFtsPGNc9/s320/school+21+oct+09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395055364824353938" /></a><br /><br />He had to stay home from school yesterday because he still had a low grade fever hanging around from the weekend. When I got home from work yesterday, I noticed his eyes were puffy and he had hives on his hands and neck. So, off to the doctor's office we went! The place was a madhouse of screaming children, but we finally saw Dr. Lotz and she said she had seen six or seven kids with the same exact hives that day. She classified it as a virus (that's where the fever came from this weekend), listened to his lungs (they were great) and then sent us on our way with orders to take Benadryl all week. So, Wes will be back at school tomorrow!Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-38209497754154615272009-10-13T17:59:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:14:02.910-07:00Aldersgate PreschoolSo far all of the Magnusons are LOVING Wes' preschool, Aldersgate. Things are getting better every morning - this morning he didn't cry until they were pulling him out of the car (yes, an improvement).<br /><br />He has been doing better while he's at school, too...after the few tears in the morning, he's happy to play all day. Last week's weekly email update told us about the kids painting a Carolina blue sky, singing songs, and playing on the playground (Wes is famous for yelling at all the trucks that go by).<br /><br />He loves his teachers, Ms Julie and Ms Holly, and I do, too. Last week after a particularly bad dropoff morning Julie called and talked to me for about twenty minutes one night - they're so loving and calm with Wes <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> with me. <br /><br />After that bad dropoff, Wes had a great day (maybe that was the worst of it and he's over the hump). His teachers took some pictures to show me how much fun he was having...enjoy!<br /><br />Snacktime!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiH-H01aY_63sjPsDww4CcgqsjITbkrj67a0IPsK9bOIZ4L_ILDXi0QsET-6HzXhXkCZ35VdM-2bYV_7gtQ1n22QTtLDCD03H52_U885hQoNXFa__TowbhpuqaAyuNIyGg_uCC6Y3zfGG/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiH-H01aY_63sjPsDww4CcgqsjITbkrj67a0IPsK9bOIZ4L_ILDXi0QsET-6HzXhXkCZ35VdM-2bYV_7gtQ1n22QTtLDCD03H52_U885hQoNXFa__TowbhpuqaAyuNIyGg_uCC6Y3zfGG/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256764003004914" /></a><br /><br />Playtime ~ <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhhNFG9MQDtHz3p12Q8lE5Y7KcozsBDJ-v7htJ4Fur0X6ag-oya1_XyjEFMZqwJQnYYO51I4j8dCEQ8G-QNT0hzVsQzxCgcK0yPGg5M-4hW6yIEPhYFpeQCqqdiQUei5wC7Ka7K6pI0sw/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhhNFG9MQDtHz3p12Q8lE5Y7KcozsBDJ-v7htJ4Fur0X6ag-oya1_XyjEFMZqwJQnYYO51I4j8dCEQ8G-QNT0hzVsQzxCgcK0yPGg5M-4hW6yIEPhYFpeQCqqdiQUei5wC7Ka7K6pI0sw/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256756070339442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJv7t_2nf77-YGKVwvr-n7H-Emq9XN2r-IzkB8fEA39m5T4g9F8reM1j6YaBHtBbyYFbh_d-aA-3k7Vhho5NJ2Ijnwyvahu9Oy4PIPMmh8cNsVWy6iNv59Pb8WAmOMCIJ4GNt3FofrGk5/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJv7t_2nf77-YGKVwvr-n7H-Emq9XN2r-IzkB8fEA39m5T4g9F8reM1j6YaBHtBbyYFbh_d-aA-3k7Vhho5NJ2Ijnwyvahu9Oy4PIPMmh8cNsVWy6iNv59Pb8WAmOMCIJ4GNt3FofrGk5/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256748844190098" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lVybBFSBHo5V0qnbIh_GMDwwXSJasGHbdwNUwDDw5uylbSdZkP1pz6UkHkedRLAaDCMTntFGS5qFc8GghFXH-ntPj2VDPf8F3WonFW_d0KKfuydoE_1XeMtp1OVKnFzRxF85KklEUS_1/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lVybBFSBHo5V0qnbIh_GMDwwXSJasGHbdwNUwDDw5uylbSdZkP1pz6UkHkedRLAaDCMTntFGS5qFc8GghFXH-ntPj2VDPf8F3WonFW_d0KKfuydoE_1XeMtp1OVKnFzRxF85KklEUS_1/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256740415879042" /></a><br /><br />The lovely Ms. Julie...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS73wZnh3BtB477MFbUz-DB-nFsTWJjoiKBogIuZrpyAoC0dkQQTKIDey__H3ukMFgdPqIGgngEhanc2iQTWcVnj5OCajvEzgNpXVkKH4lRIEW_YedIz72Yet_JRQWThtzLmFj9T51n8sl/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS73wZnh3BtB477MFbUz-DB-nFsTWJjoiKBogIuZrpyAoC0dkQQTKIDey__H3ukMFgdPqIGgngEhanc2iQTWcVnj5OCajvEzgNpXVkKH4lRIEW_YedIz72Yet_JRQWThtzLmFj9T51n8sl/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256737384374402" /></a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-91846508831585853362009-09-30T18:02:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:15:52.592-07:00An Update.Another busy month and of course, the blog gets neglected. Sounds like we need an update!<br /><br />September came and went in a blur. Wes started preschool two days a week, and so far, after the initial tears when I leave, he is loving it. His language is taking off, too...he speaks in sentences now, and tells us, "I need nuggets. I need ice cream." (I have tried to explain to him the difference in want and need...so far he's not too interested.) He also loves to tell Day what he has just done. "Day, I ate cupcake!" "Day, I finished puzzle!"<br /><br />We are loving every minute. From the hugs and kisses to the "I love you mommy" moments, we take it all in and enjoy it. We are commanded to "dance on the stars" (the rug in his room) and read Max and Ruby "one more time" at bedtime and we do it every time. If it's possible, Wes has actually gotten sweeter as he has reached his terrible twos. :)<br /><br />Here are some pictures so we can play catch up!<br /><br />At Meet the Heels at Kenan Stadium:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWOP498IxdtuYyGvfMyLKvnqQJIxsDaGuiwPFMMip_L66WVfxqSOwwFTfxpo2w2S4Gkh2MXjMsP76BnvzOeALx7Qo0ct4dfKeG3FaE2uZtF5OSdKcjRuOudOD2pD9X745HhAHKc2jOzX8/s1600-h/IMG_5286.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWOP498IxdtuYyGvfMyLKvnqQJIxsDaGuiwPFMMip_L66WVfxqSOwwFTfxpo2w2S4Gkh2MXjMsP76BnvzOeALx7Qo0ct4dfKeG3FaE2uZtF5OSdKcjRuOudOD2pD9X745HhAHKc2jOzX8/s320/IMG_5286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920694505595106" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-i6IP30uTpVYkqZ_tGmEUWgN7Var3iZdsg-xD9JcaXu_kjiZ1OmAoC98RLKMcfeXn-co97gZY-W8YZIAxUvrXSzxBBXqlnUHdVQs8ITB9-saLt98cqzzxqYTuPb3PVmAxUaU6SpNhFTH/s1600-h/IMG_5270.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-i6IP30uTpVYkqZ_tGmEUWgN7Var3iZdsg-xD9JcaXu_kjiZ1OmAoC98RLKMcfeXn-co97gZY-W8YZIAxUvrXSzxBBXqlnUHdVQs8ITB9-saLt98cqzzxqYTuPb3PVmAxUaU6SpNhFTH/s320/IMG_5270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920682707770914" /></a><br /><br />On the playground at his preschool:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfJ4H11zhqDy9BWO7aUiHt1UHMKCgcK9bHbDBrd27c9HaZtzGqH7sObSczAIW0jFKN-ZxhfwMYqszpX83N7keP6EbVJC5NOScgjYcoSFqGoJiiZUuzNJId2YhVELMdTOEBd-tVHCyxi7i/s1600-h/IMG_5332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfJ4H11zhqDy9BWO7aUiHt1UHMKCgcK9bHbDBrd27c9HaZtzGqH7sObSczAIW0jFKN-ZxhfwMYqszpX83N7keP6EbVJC5NOScgjYcoSFqGoJiiZUuzNJId2YhVELMdTOEBd-tVHCyxi7i/s320/IMG_5332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920286754145298" /></a><br /><br />Playing cornhole with Uncle J and Craig:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qRykKf9j_MMiI8_aQURtktf5oXN-arfPOzPST7N-A-yWjXHJZtKd5vo0cB7wZRj6j961AZJKVPYSAsfJCCV27lCYRuSnc-kFNcvfWkcEJZCZgCZSczamMZ7bbP5eAdc8sqOKH2danUTS/s1600-h/IMG_5340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qRykKf9j_MMiI8_aQURtktf5oXN-arfPOzPST7N-A-yWjXHJZtKd5vo0cB7wZRj6j961AZJKVPYSAsfJCCV27lCYRuSnc-kFNcvfWkcEJZCZgCZSczamMZ7bbP5eAdc8sqOKH2danUTS/s320/IMG_5340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920282126657698" /></a><br /><br />First day of school:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJ0PlJx6idZbSLYCac2xeSvh1Boiuv-B4qtUwUaioPVnFpYZBcUtaLG68kAwGTi8FwxCqcBgJSlrDsWSwe5Kcg6yCf67-_6CIP0sj0a7p_eAtwhA1aBjAQTRpHhfEIjv9qzz-ofWxUYQi/s1600-h/IMG_5417.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJ0PlJx6idZbSLYCac2xeSvh1Boiuv-B4qtUwUaioPVnFpYZBcUtaLG68kAwGTi8FwxCqcBgJSlrDsWSwe5Kcg6yCf67-_6CIP0sj0a7p_eAtwhA1aBjAQTRpHhfEIjv9qzz-ofWxUYQi/s320/IMG_5417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920270305864546" /></a><br /><br />Walking to the park:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTV7lhwFoHQsZB2pcYcA0hwfHQW3igo3FpLFBc6A0iznYe8TZKPaF9CIs41Mgqpbc3ewRATixPbepL4_SbU-Jf_blBabARtSLUOOr4LSU2cI04Fl5okvif2LG7vlLNdUTk1Hm4hQr9a8T/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTV7lhwFoHQsZB2pcYcA0hwfHQW3igo3FpLFBc6A0iznYe8TZKPaF9CIs41Mgqpbc3ewRATixPbepL4_SbU-Jf_blBabARtSLUOOr4LSU2cI04Fl5okvif2LG7vlLNdUTk1Hm4hQr9a8T/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920268531715522" /></a><br /><br />Having fun with cousin Diem:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcW_VG5vFI891LucSE81YmYoDiGx4ceLjazDw6HC2T6-uVAh3kpEVCesfTgldChmgWuw5zF-9tM5WqgvVvnCe9W9ZfjJdkbtOloJTQREjn1hQSiZ9v_eSEv3vHlMMX4eL9QizvOU5_ehL/s1600-h/IMG_5447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcW_VG5vFI891LucSE81YmYoDiGx4ceLjazDw6HC2T6-uVAh3kpEVCesfTgldChmgWuw5zF-9tM5WqgvVvnCe9W9ZfjJdkbtOloJTQREjn1hQSiZ9v_eSEv3vHlMMX4eL9QizvOU5_ehL/s320/IMG_5447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920261312085826" /></a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-8518165617477792082009-08-19T07:42:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:51:40.934-07:00"Mommy, reach. Too high."Wes' language development really took off at the beach. I don't know if it was the fact that he was surrounded by family chatting him up all day, the new experiences, or if it was just time, but something clicked in his head. He's now asking for things in sentences and it's so weird. Yesterday he wanted a cookie for breakfast (of course). He went to the pantry, tried to reach it (they're on the top shelf for this very reason), couldn't, then turned to me and said, "Mommy, reach! Too high." I laughed and said, "No cookies for breakfast, Wes." (We did make a deal for a cookie later in the afternoon in exchange for him eating two good meals.) Anytime you try to reason with him now, he thinks about your offer and then says, "Um.....Deal."<br /><br />This morning instead of the usual, "momaxruby" when Max and Ruby went off, he said, "Watch. More. Max Ruby." (How can you argue with that?) I'm loving this phase and watching him learn more and more by the day...and being able to reason with him is an added bonus.<br /><br />A beach post will follow soon...I left the photos on my mom's computer, so I have to wait for this weekend when she returns!Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-21821163973989942642009-08-12T17:31:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:40:39.504-07:00Just another day at the beach...We're on day 3 of the beach and Wes LOVES it. I honestly didn't think he would like the ocean much, but I was dead wrong. He was amazed when he saw the ocean for the first time, and literally dragged Day and Daddy out as far as he could. Waves knock him down and he laughs and gets back up. And, of course, he's loving the pool. He kicks his legs and dips his face in the water and yells, "Splash! Splash!" We have a hard time getting him out of the water to take a nap.<br /><br />More info to come, but here's a picture for now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjF3UNhedJh4mVbuQ6U70zd9dF4egpG2eQLyX3ppZhjV7vflXgJEnpjIXS0YnSu1TLCpD79wFl1L_VtNYx5jfpDTHqvHzI6td5xGffEcRjwAurTjWqJe27YA_xi1TciWgnj89QKNzmgrm/s1600-h/IMG_5088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjF3UNhedJh4mVbuQ6U70zd9dF4egpG2eQLyX3ppZhjV7vflXgJEnpjIXS0YnSu1TLCpD79wFl1L_VtNYx5jfpDTHqvHzI6td5xGffEcRjwAurTjWqJe27YA_xi1TciWgnj89QKNzmgrm/s400/IMG_5088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369241788962868610" /></a>Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008796797636133933.post-52663255605787013192009-08-09T18:17:00.000-07:002009-08-09T18:19:25.334-07:00Something else Wes has learned between ages 1 and 2...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFF8RfCZDN3DO4TwWVcJzmvutE7KviFDJluMXvdaRwJ9wh4mucwQDgHrYl9pbF-RjwbPXFvaHfjnBM05_b_hl5NabrVY_n_OXaW67fyIFCHF1tWFjUUuF-vuvGUC6gWK-E5oyV40qQm6XI/s1600-h/IMG_5024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFF8RfCZDN3DO4TwWVcJzmvutE7KviFDJluMXvdaRwJ9wh4mucwQDgHrYl9pbF-RjwbPXFvaHfjnBM05_b_hl5NabrVY_n_OXaW67fyIFCHF1tWFjUUuF-vuvGUC6gWK-E5oyV40qQm6XI/s400/IMG_5024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368138319634408098" /></a><br />How to properly eat a cupcake.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Wes!!Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142486788626171122noreply@blogger.com0