tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44726127976680729062024-03-13T17:10:53.789-04:00Searching For An Even Balance (in between naps)A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.comBlogger395125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-89971867395236451342012-08-19T20:01:00.001-04:002012-08-19T20:01:29.312-04:00A hiking adventure we will goBefore the rain could dampen the rest of the day, I dragged (almost literally) the boys out for a morning hike through the woods. With snacks, water bottles, and diaper bag in tow, our adventure ended up lasting close to 90 minutes! It was not all walking though. We of course had to stop for a snack on one of the many small bridges. Throwing large rocks that they could barely pick up and toss into the water was a must. And an occasional science lesson on how to tell the age of a tree and the fungal plates on the side of a tree. <br />
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Today was the first weekend that it's just me and the boys. After having them in camp all week (thank goodness!), I wanted to be prepared with keeping them busy.<br />
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In anticipation of rain all morning, I searched Pinterest for ideas to do on a rainy day. However, when we woke to sunshine that meant Plan B: Get Outside!<br />
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We traveled to a nearby waterfront to explore. Along the way, we came across several hidden treasures! A walkway leading to a waterfall, a front-end loader, and a gazebo! <br />
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Looks like our first day of the weekend started off pretty good! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lmc6pzQv9U4/UDAWJn8vaOI/AAAAAAAABlk/2IkRPvP4T0Y/s640/blogger-image--1955451053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lmc6pzQv9U4/UDAWJn8vaOI/AAAAAAAABlk/2IkRPvP4T0Y/s640/blogger-image--1955451053.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D4fk6auSr-s/UDAWKKMozPI/AAAAAAAABlo/-Ud776l8u7I/s640/blogger-image-490346550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D4fk6auSr-s/UDAWKKMozPI/AAAAAAAABlo/-Ud776l8u7I/s640/blogger-image-490346550.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-whjzcl31id8/UDAWKnyBlcI/AAAAAAAABlw/bK4XY_gQ9vk/s640/blogger-image-1820847483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-whjzcl31id8/UDAWKnyBlcI/AAAAAAAABlw/bK4XY_gQ9vk/s640/blogger-image-1820847483.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3p0omTw9X1s/UDAWLLvECHI/AAAAAAAABl4/jj7ANj2Z7Z8/s640/blogger-image--1293049984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3p0omTw9X1s/UDAWLLvECHI/AAAAAAAABl4/jj7ANj2Z7Z8/s640/blogger-image--1293049984.jpg" /></a></div>A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-26608432825890445192011-08-16T09:52:00.000-04:002011-08-16T09:52:00.894-04:00Who can get the most?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nx45MdN9NQ/TkSVcrWGJ7I/AAAAAAAABlc/gYpTXBDsV1A/s1600/IMG_0846.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nx45MdN9NQ/TkSVcrWGJ7I/AAAAAAAABlc/gYpTXBDsV1A/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639796953278982066" border="0" /></a>
<br />You can tell its close to the end of summer and fall is about to be upon us. Why? Because of all the darn horse chestnuts we have in our front yard. Unfortunately, the squirrels and the chipmunks don't like them either which leaves us to picking them up. With all the things that I have to do in the house, that's just one more thing for me to do outside. So one day after dinner, I decided we should play a game. Who can pick up the most horse chestnuts? I handed both boys a bucket that they had not played with in awhile and said, "Ready? Set? Go!" And would you believe that we had those suckers picked up in less than 15 minutes? We liked that game!
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<br />A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-40887766190667464472011-08-15T10:48:00.000-04:002011-08-15T10:48:00.224-04:00Where are you bir-bird?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrrmADi8EVQ/TkSUnwCGKqI/AAAAAAAABlU/0gRohTWYKzw/s1600/IMG_0843.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrrmADi8EVQ/TkSUnwCGKqI/AAAAAAAABlU/0gRohTWYKzw/s320/IMG_0843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639796044004207266" border="0" /></a>
<br />For the past couple weeks we've all taken a liking to watching our little hummingbirds visit our feeders by the bay window. It's almost a relaxer of sorts sitting quietly still while our little visitor sips his drink and then buzzes away as fast as he appeared. One morning after breakfast, BBZ was insistent on pulling up a chair to wait for our feathered friend. Unfortunately our friend is a little shy, but he did greet us again at dinnertime.
<br />A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-22077619734202700922011-08-13T10:45:00.000-04:002011-08-13T10:45:02.299-04:00A nice cold one for everyone!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THVkRb06ZK0/TkST59sW6xI/AAAAAAAABlM/L6KKhBWN52c/s1600/IMG_0838.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THVkRb06ZK0/TkST59sW6xI/AAAAAAAABlM/L6KKhBWN52c/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639795257397144338" border="0" /></a>So its been four weeks now since I started my little Sunday tradition of taking the boys to the track with me to go running. LMA has been a super biker and BBZ, well, he continues to throw things out of the stroller while I am running. But the best thing?? A nice cold coconut frappicino from Starbucks! For everyone!! Now who wouldn't want to go running with me?
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<br />A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-37935364141025542072011-08-12T10:40:00.000-04:002011-08-12T10:40:00.553-04:00Another one found!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3IU-K6ysiI/TkSSptDIuzI/AAAAAAAABlE/DBpYCoGKzBg/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3IU-K6ysiI/TkSSptDIuzI/AAAAAAAABlE/DBpYCoGKzBg/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639793878539746098" border="0" /></a>
<br />I absolutely love the fact that we have been able to find new parks around in our neighborhood. And I blame it on this app: <a href="http://kaboom.org/mobile">Playgrounds</a>! We have been able to find three new parks in our area and then when I happened to be picking up something at a Freecycle house, we found another one. This one happened to have a friendly face that we've seen before at Aunt Wendy and Uncle Carl's! LMZ was super excited and couldn't wait to share the news to everyone! Hopefully we'll continue our little hunt for new and exciting places to play.
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<br />A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-48780601696237150722011-08-11T22:34:00.002-04:002011-08-11T22:40:12.679-04:00It's potty time<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">**I apologize in advance if you take this picture offensive, but that's what you get for stopping by here.**</span>
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<br />We knew this time would be coming sooner or later. It's time to start getting BBZ on the potty. He's already telling me when he goes #2, most of the time, so that's a start. But when I found this Froggy Potty on Freecycle I knew it was time to start. Now when I say start, it's basically telling BBZ, "This is a potty." His reply? Oh a step stool! This one might take a while too. But hopefully with the help of LMA you never know.
<br />A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-26625947870178031112011-08-05T09:53:00.000-04:002011-08-05T09:53:00.430-04:00Just alike<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFj5zEUths/TjWkpUPwvuI/AAAAAAAABk0/HaXE--11XnE/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFj5zEUths/TjWkpUPwvuI/AAAAAAAABk0/HaXE--11XnE/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591538440453858" /></a>The other day I downloaded an app onto my iPod that mapped out local playgrounds and parks. Some we had ventured to before, but others I had no idea that they were there. This particular day I found one right behind our local elementary school. The boys had fun climbing on two different playgrounds and then copping a squat in the grass for a snack. The "inflight movie/entertainment"? Watching the John Deere tractor go around the field.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5239919061343110992011-08-04T08:51:00.000-04:002011-08-04T08:51:00.939-04:00Time together<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP2umT9CWFg/TjWkOSiem8I/AAAAAAAABks/SBPNvtLp7VU/s1600/IMG_0796.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP2umT9CWFg/TjWkOSiem8I/AAAAAAAABks/SBPNvtLp7VU/s320/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591074125618114" /></a>Every once in awhile, and they are usually few and far between, the boys play nicely. This particular day, LMA was showing BBZ his Nintendo DS. After this, they argues over who was playing with the firetruck next. Ugh!A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-25444122539399557312011-08-02T14:29:00.002-04:002011-08-02T14:29:00.462-04:00Reset Button<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxNAo802p6c/TjWfEqEhFEI/AAAAAAAABkU/9UKZiCE8tNI/s1600/IMG_0792.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxNAo802p6c/TjWfEqEhFEI/AAAAAAAABkU/9UKZiCE8tNI/s320/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585411085571138" /></a>Every once in awhile, especially on days that he wakes up at 0630, LMA needs what I like to call a "Reset Button". It's good to know that he can and will still take naps. Of course I can't let him sleep too long or he doesn't go to sleep at night right away and the cycle starts all over again.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5037695328097176682011-08-01T14:31:00.001-04:002011-08-01T14:31:00.384-04:00Can't be comfortable<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J00bD1BLmis/TjWfhEBNTUI/AAAAAAAABkc/G6Sad8NKh0g/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J00bD1BLmis/TjWfhEBNTUI/AAAAAAAABkc/G6Sad8NKh0g/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635585899087351106" /></a>I'm pretty sure the title says it all about this post. But what does this really say about my child? Sometimes he's just outright silly.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7535823429815078962011-07-31T14:46:00.002-04:002011-07-31T14:50:35.730-04:00Still going...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7N5n7mDsqQ/TjWjFltYr8I/AAAAAAAABkk/wvUD4vZJ1x0/s1600/IMG_0813.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7N5n7mDsqQ/TjWjFltYr8I/AAAAAAAABkk/wvUD4vZJ1x0/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635589825141190594" /></a>So this blog IS suppose to be about me, so I thought I would throw one out today that at least included me in the picture. Sort of. Last week after everyone in the house was awaken by LMA at 0630 I needed to get out of the house. Not being able to take the kids to the gym to at least get my blood pumping, I decided to hit the track. I brought LMA's bike along, even though he decided to sit on the side lines for the 30 minutes that I was running. Today was a different story. He was racing me for the first few laps, then would take a rest. Afterwards, we all stretched our legs and headed to the Farmer's Market. It was a nice start to our day.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-58592229078894461362011-07-15T21:57:00.002-04:002011-07-15T21:59:35.144-04:00Monkey See, Monkey Do<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU4VG08ZjRA/TiDwFYIkz6I/AAAAAAAABkM/1HiZWk95Ics/s1600/DSC06593.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU4VG08ZjRA/TiDwFYIkz6I/AAAAAAAABkM/1HiZWk95Ics/s320/DSC06593.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629763509381549986" /></a>For awhile it seemed as though LMA was the one that was copying BBZ and following him around in desperation to get him to play. Now I see that BBZ was just watching LMA from a distance. They both sit at the table across from each other and peak under the table. They both love to sit and thumb through the books for several minutes. And clearly, they just love each other.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-47387586709174401492011-07-14T21:53:00.000-04:002011-07-15T21:57:20.282-04:00Just try<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvhnjuA5U/TiDvH1PhiUI/AAAAAAAABkE/JJcyDsI3f7A/s1600/DSC06585.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OYvhnjuA5U/TiDvH1PhiUI/AAAAAAAABkE/JJcyDsI3f7A/s320/DSC06585.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629762452043434306" /></a>I signed LMA up for swimming lessons this month and next. Thankfully this year he was able to become more comfortable with moving around in the big pool. Partly because he realized this year that he had grown quite a bit from last year and was able to move around with his head way above the water level. That being said, he still would slip and disappear below the surface and come up terrified-looking. But he would always go back in for more which was encouraging to see. So when I signed him up for lessons so he could be MORE comfortable, like going under water on purpose, floating on his back, and blowing bubbles in the water, he was a little skeptical. Thankfully, he's started taking steps to putting himself under water. Maybe by next month he'll get it, but even if he doesn't he'll get it sooner or later.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-5914515218994528512011-07-13T09:44:00.001-04:002011-07-15T21:52:44.306-04:00Poster Child<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osojPGd_ZjY/TiDtHm6tb6I/AAAAAAAABj0/NGQr_8zo1dk/s1600/IMG_0700.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osojPGd_ZjY/TiDtHm6tb6I/AAAAAAAABj0/NGQr_8zo1dk/s320/IMG_0700.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629760249174781858" /></a>So it turns out BBA likes Chick Fil-A. I mean, what's not to like about Chick Fil-A? You get a good nutritious meal with fruit, veggies, and chicken. You get to play, run, and climb around after you eat. And, if you are really lucky, you get an ice cream cone or share a milkshake. Or in BBZ's case, have a milkshake. This child should really be a poster child for Chick Fil-A.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-7252756537346419032011-07-12T09:39:00.001-04:002011-07-15T21:51:55.096-04:00My little princes<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGcDE5Njcg/TiDsi2U4jSI/AAAAAAAABjs/GpawGixK4sE/s1600/DSC06396.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGcDE5Njcg/TiDsi2U4jSI/AAAAAAAABjs/GpawGixK4sE/s320/DSC06396.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629759617655934242" /></a>We took the boys to B&O Railroad Museum, BBZ's first visit. He was just as excited the first time LMA went here. And wouldn't be with all the trains, even in the parking lot! For Toddler Time each child was able to make and design their own crown. Little Man wanted him to be the King and Daddy and BBZ be the prince. Either way it didn't last long after this shot because the heat and humidity that day made the foam crown leave a red ring around his forehead. Thankfully it was gone the next day.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-57930085889618575192011-07-11T09:47:00.000-04:002011-07-15T21:51:11.888-04:00What's not to love?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tu0ZKRbHOY/TiDtuzy1hCI/AAAAAAAABj8/53BfzMulqyg/s1600/DSC06555.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tu0ZKRbHOY/TiDtuzy1hCI/AAAAAAAABj8/53BfzMulqyg/s320/DSC06555.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629760922646316066" /></a>I love the way this photo came out. We had taken a Harbor Riverboat Cruise in D.C. with Gramma and Pop-pop and afterwards found a nice shady spot to have a picnic. The boys of course after they finish, needed to go wander. Don't let their innocent faces deceive you though. They are a handful.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-15358318789911145632011-07-10T21:35:00.000-04:002011-07-15T21:51:25.586-04:00Time for a changeWow, didn't realize it had been over a month since my last picture of the day entry. Lately, I've been adding more entries into Facebook than I have here in Blogger-land. Mainly because I have an automatic update button from iphoto... and not to mention the Facebook app on my iPod. So when I stopped by to add some entries for those of you who do not follow me on Facebook, I decided this ho-hum blog design needed a facelift.<div><br /></div><div>Voila! I think it's whimsical, fun, and exciting. Not to mention it has purple in it to complement the orange background, which Little Man loves the color purple.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully, I'll be able to go back to entering a picture of the day. Bear with me while I try.</div>A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-76666882679065887302011-05-26T10:03:00.000-04:002011-05-26T10:03:00.626-04:00Odd places<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKyJAZw7e3A/Td21G5yDkCI/AAAAAAAABig/QKuGV_zl_tM/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKyJAZw7e3A/Td21G5yDkCI/AAAAAAAABig/QKuGV_zl_tM/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610839840968118306" /></a>For whatever reason, BBZ loves to hang out in our dog, Maggie, crate. I have no idea why. Normally, I would shoo him out, but lately? Well, I just don't care anymore. I guess it's just an odd place to hang out, but he likes it all the same.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-77979715118635603112011-05-25T21:47:00.004-04:002011-05-25T21:54:19.676-04:00Military Fun<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5SyftYXuQ/Td2yi7jVI6I/AAAAAAAABiA/-4j3oi-AncE/s1600/DSC06019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5SyftYXuQ/Td2yi7jVI6I/AAAAAAAABiA/-4j3oi-AncE/s320/DSC06019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837023944680354" /></a></div><br />Last week, we took LMA out of school for the day to see the Andrews Air Force Base Air Show. Although it took us a little bit longer than expected to actually get to the air show field, it was a day filled with excitement. Ever since we went to Miramar Air Force Base Air Show in California last year, BBZ just LOVES airplanes. In fact, I'm pretty sure "WOW" was his first word there. Now, it's "Oh, Wow!" and "Airpane" (yes, that is spelled without an 'l' because that is how he says it). I was thinking of staying only until 1pm or naptime, but I thought if BBZ was really that tired, he could just fall asleep in his stroller. It wasn't until 3:30pm that he finally fell asleep and only for 30 minutes! We caught up with some school friends, walked around "Texas" for a bit, and sat in a few cockpits. We will definitely be going back next year if we are still in the area!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuKzwfXvjME/Td2yoR_UFdI/AAAAAAAABiI/XmDwNcArTqQ/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837115866977746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-34854631275314977862011-05-24T09:57:00.000-04:002011-05-25T22:01:26.967-04:00Two peas in a pod<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyywEu18boM/Td20SIOzfWI/AAAAAAAABiY/yeKWD2hR7yo/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyywEu18boM/Td20SIOzfWI/AAAAAAAABiY/yeKWD2hR7yo/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610838934313729378" /></a><br />Last week, when our next door neighbors brought in a crew to do some landscaping, little did they know that they would be giving my children pure entertainment. The first day, a little forklift delivered the rocks. The second day, the truck came with the men. The third day, construction began with a dump truck filled with larger rocks. The boys pulled up the chairs to the front bay window and stared in awe. For 30 minutes, they watched. Me? I was putting away laundry.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-82646049008375953882011-05-23T09:54:00.000-04:002011-05-25T21:57:02.863-04:00Picture perfect<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63wYHz1jgyA/Td2zBGYKWOI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dH_bsIzO2fw/s1600/IMG_0410.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63wYHz1jgyA/Td2zBGYKWOI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dH_bsIzO2fw/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610837542246701282" /></a><br /><div>Yes, BBZ continues to have an obsession with my shoes. Yes, he has no pants on. And yes, he is walking around with a firefighter's helmet on. Maybe he thinks my shoes are his boots and he just forgot to put his pants on before he went to fight the fire. </div>A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-10879111713799373172011-05-16T09:40:00.001-04:002011-05-16T09:40:00.267-04:00I did it!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nij0hDO5DX0/TdCA3pDj9sI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vu2QRLexto4/s1600/IMG_0128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nij0hDO5DX0/TdCA3pDj9sI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vu2QRLexto4/s320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123229478221506" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHy3OUZLnfI/TdCA3huTxnI/AAAAAAAABgw/IFtBrESydg4/s1600/IMG_0127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHy3OUZLnfI/TdCA3huTxnI/AAAAAAAABgw/IFtBrESydg4/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123227510031986" /></a>My first 5K race was this weekend. I still can't believe that I joined the running community, but I did it! I finished strong at 33:10, which happens to be my personal best! My good friends and their children were there to help support me and be my cheering squad. Without them, I literally would not have been able to be a part of this race (because who would have watched LMA and BBZ?)!A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-19898757512109359362011-05-15T22:06:00.003-04:002011-05-15T22:09:19.702-04:00My turn!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g66v3-Qe2ss/TdCGu5O4SZI/AAAAAAAABhw/H0OyLDn12Fc/s1600/hello.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g66v3-Qe2ss/TdCGu5O4SZI/AAAAAAAABhw/H0OyLDn12Fc/s320/hello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607129676271602066" /></a>Raising LMA I didn't have to worry too much about sharing. Not that I didn't teach him or that he experienced while visiting places like Gymboree, it's just that he knew everything was pretty much, well, his. With BBZ, it's a whole nother story! Thankfully, since I've been using words like, "share", "his turn", "next" he's getting used to the idea. But don't get me wrong, he still doesn't like it.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472612797668072906.post-67473699776974190452011-05-13T10:04:00.000-04:002011-05-15T22:14:07.541-04:00Shoes<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHxiUoP-lxM/TdCGW0M0CzI/AAAAAAAABho/SFQjAayKCtE/s1600/shoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHxiUoP-lxM/TdCGW0M0CzI/AAAAAAAABho/SFQjAayKCtE/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607129262603897650" /></a>Apparently, another fun thing to do in our house is walk around in Mommy's shoes. Oh, if only they knew how much "fun" it really is, I'm sure they would throw them off.A's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11925272945190229661noreply@blogger.com0