tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26280574251705508462024-03-08T02:08:22.495-08:002 Princesses, 1 Dude & Henry CharlesThe day-to-day goings on in the life of a full-time working, Christian wife and mommy to 4 beautiful children in Northern CaliforniaTrishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.comBlogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-73380834421950402692015-05-29T07:08:00.001-07:002015-05-29T07:08:40.350-07:00Last Preschool Graduation<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Last night Henry finished Preschool! Hard to believe my baby is going to the "Big School" next year. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-g8Y4CbN5Tzg/VWhy3_JyA8I/AAAAAAAAM4c/UFKDIJEnFsY/s640/blogger-image-322434737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-g8Y4CbN5Tzg/VWhy3_JyA8I/AAAAAAAAM4c/UFKDIJEnFsY/s640/blogger-image-322434737.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xArTa4DnL_4/VWhy5l2-TlI/AAAAAAAAM4s/dMcMFprZFsU/s640/blogger-image--2037903527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xArTa4DnL_4/VWhy5l2-TlI/AAAAAAAAM4s/dMcMFprZFsU/s640/blogger-image--2037903527.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mmQoVIwRpPs/VWhy47zpClI/AAAAAAAAM4k/_UEk4v47xu4/s640/blogger-image-761537965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dQwdo6Pr0zg/VWhy25Ik8TI/AAAAAAAAM4U/joUgRFhmVG0/s640/blogger-image--51466863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dQwdo6Pr0zg/VWhy25Ik8TI/AAAAAAAAM4U/joUgRFhmVG0/s640/blogger-image--51466863.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He has learned so much this year! He can write his name, count almost to 100, and read all his letters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Henry is so excited to be in Kindergarten next year!</div></div></div><br></div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-39760113896572001132014-10-17T12:20:00.001-07:002014-10-17T12:20:16.166-07:00Thankful!These past two weeks have been an exercise in faith, prayer, gratitude and thankfulness.<br />
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It all started on Thursday, October 2nd. I had taken the day off work in order to accompany Grace on a Field Trip. The trip was scheduled to start around 10:30 and I had an hour or so free between a dentist appointment and having to be at school. I debated what to do with my time and decided to start with Starbucks. While I was in line I got a call from her school. Grace wasn't feeling well.<br />
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When I arrived at school I discovered that she had a fever and was feeling awful. She complained that while singing in chapel her vision when black, her ears started ringing, and she felt both hot and cold at once. Her teacher elaborated that her face went white and then green. By the time I had Grace at home her fever was 103.<br />
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Friday we went to the doctor and her lungs were clear. We were told to wait it out. She would likely peak on Sunday, feel better on Monday and should expect to go to school on Tuesday.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Friends and family were praying for Grace and she was getting better over the weekend. Monday Grampa</span> stayed with her and she seemed to be well on her way to recovery. Sometime Monday night or Tuesday morning that trend changed. By Wednesday she was worse than ever and I was praying.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Wednesday we went to the doctor and discovered it has progressed to Pneumonia. Praise God the diagnosis resulted in a prescription for strong antibiotics and a clear path for recovery.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">After a week and a half of illness, Grace was finally well enough to go to school on Monday, October 13th.</span><br />
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The 11 days Grace was home gave me many moments to pray for her health and recovery, to offer praises for modern medicine, and to be so grateful for a boss that understands that my family needs me. David didn't hesitate when I let him know that I was going to do my best to work from home for the duration of Grace's illness. Thankfully I chose a career that allows me to work from home and that has flexibility to work the hours that are possible in any given week.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-58974328909385057132014-09-27T22:00:00.001-07:002014-09-27T22:00:57.871-07:00Children's Museum<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Each year the Smithsonian sponsors a Day at the Museum where people can get free admission to a participating museum. </span></div><div>Last year was the first time I had heard of the program and I took advantage of free tickets to the Sonoma Coubty Air & Apace Museum. It is tiny but the kids enjoyed it. I was very grateful for the Smithsonian's program because without it I never would have thought of taking the kids to this museum. I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">t is only a few miles from our house and it is home to of the first planes to repond to the 9-11 attacks. </span></div><div><br></div><div>This year I opted for the Bay Area Discovry Museum in Sausalito. The girls have gone here on field trips but I have never been. </div><div><br></div><div>When we arrived we were greeted by a gorgeous view of the Golden Gate Bridge. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--IedQCkEVJg/VCeV-wTHgfI/AAAAAAAAM1c/IZ_ISLAeDdg/s640/blogger-image--1792403657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--IedQCkEVJg/VCeV-wTHgfI/AAAAAAAAM1c/IZ_ISLAeDdg/s640/blogger-image--1792403657.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That was enough to make my day just about perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The kids really enjoyed all do the activities. Henry's favorite was the gravel pit. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mUFt-cgwYp0/VCeWBPMbMsI/AAAAAAAAM1s/ohj1G-Y7-XY/s640/blogger-image--681082407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mUFt-cgwYp0/VCeWBPMbMsI/AAAAAAAAM1s/ohj1G-Y7-XY/s640/blogger-image--681082407.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mUFt-cgwYp0/VCeWBPMbMsI/AAAAAAAAM1s/ohj1G-Y7-XY/s640/blogger-image--681082407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LIXztuBNRxY/VCeWCPOwWUI/AAAAAAAAM10/O4Ldlla_WIY/s640/blogger-image-1862738405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LIXztuBNRxY/VCeWCPOwWUI/AAAAAAAAM10/O4Ldlla_WIY/s640/blogger-image-1862738405.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He spent quite a bit of time digging. He especially loved the "vest-es". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Grace is easy going and loved everything. Cooper really liked the fishing and crabbing. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l8LoB4rjqTY/VCeV_4Vm8eI/AAAAAAAAM1k/fVl26ygPn_0/s640/blogger-image-1405924734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l8LoB4rjqTY/VCeV_4Vm8eI/AAAAAAAAM1k/fVl26ygPn_0/s640/blogger-image-1405924734.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think we will definitely go back again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And I think we are going to start spending more time near the bay. The drive stinks, especially coming home, but there is something so renewing about that beautiful, shining water. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-2018283306744969552014-09-26T18:18:00.001-07:002014-09-26T18:18:57.418-07:00Shadows.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vol8TgltDo8/VCYQf4G7lEI/AAAAAAAAM08/ttLRyLRCfx0/s640/blogger-image--834335140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vol8TgltDo8/VCYQf4G7lEI/AAAAAAAAM08/ttLRyLRCfx0/s640/blogger-image--834335140.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-5119315220628272992014-09-16T14:19:00.000-07:002014-09-16T14:19:02.430-07:00Next steps!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Now that he can balance a two wheeler, Cooper was ready to try out Grampa's motorcycles. </div>
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He has got the driving down pretty good!</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-7376836683798485172014-09-14T08:38:00.001-07:002014-09-14T08:38:34.406-07:00Freedom!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Cooper John is one happy boy. Tuesday evening he taught himself how to ride a two-wheeler. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wDzBGOarNYc/VBWiU7_EScI/AAAAAAAAMzg/DY-8IvLLutI/s640/blogger-image--1123435633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wDzBGOarNYc/VBWiU7_EScI/AAAAAAAAMzg/DY-8IvLLutI/s640/blogger-image--1123435633.jpg"></a></div>Last summer he was almost there but then we didn't really try again. He has been begging us to teach him but u guess he got tired of asking so he taught himself. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8KIVtZTCJII/VBWnLUXMrcI/AAAAAAAAM0A/B7dkbQMDkak/s640/blogger-image-581188487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8KIVtZTCJII/VBWnLUXMrcI/AAAAAAAAM0A/B7dkbQMDkak/s640/blogger-image-581188487.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mGE_bhJBJWk/VBWiT16XtfI/AAAAAAAAMzY/-hRI39dtNm0/s640/blogger-image-1836649681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mGE_bhJBJWk/VBWiT16XtfI/AAAAAAAAMzY/-hRI39dtNm0/s640/blogger-image-1836649681.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Dj7IOmSI2ys/VBWiWW9VWNI/AAAAAAAAMzo/1Yn6Gli9Ot8/s640/blogger-image--1303766529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Dj7IOmSI2ys/VBWiWW9VWNI/AAAAAAAAMzo/1Yn6Gli9Ot8/s640/blogger-image--1303766529.jpg"></a></div>He has spent every spare moment on his bike since then. </div><div>Friday morning I realized he spend so much time riding he didn't finish this week's homework. I guess it is time to teach him about doing his work before his play. </div><div>Saturday afternoon Jason and I took the boys to the park so they could ride in the back parking lot. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nX6zQHMzo40/VBWlVGxRuII/AAAAAAAAMz0/ME8bVvRLzDM/s640/blogger-image-1274705803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nX6zQHMzo40/VBWlVGxRuII/AAAAAAAAMz0/ME8bVvRLzDM/s640/blogger-image-1274705803.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uv535zkMQyQ/VBWnNH6pcMI/AAAAAAAAM0Q/IVLSryVL6dA/s640/blogger-image-591131171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uv535zkMQyQ/VBWnNH6pcMI/AAAAAAAAM0Q/IVLSryVL6dA/s640/blogger-image-591131171.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-adsZ6a7tVDg/VBWnMQtKqZI/AAAAAAAAM0I/paQXeUHDkNw/s640/blogger-image-277052436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-adsZ6a7tVDg/VBWnMQtKqZI/AAAAAAAAM0I/paQXeUHDkNw/s640/blogger-image-277052436.jpg"></a></div>Everyone had fun. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-27362234678890703092014-09-07T20:46:00.001-07:002014-09-07T20:46:37.681-07:00Weekends!Friday night was the annual Father-Daughter Campout at FBC-WCA. Jason and the girls went for dinner and campfire but chose to come home to sleep since harvest in on and Jason had to work on Saturday. <div>While I had the boys to myself, we chose to have a Mother-Son date night. The boys chose In & Out and Baskin-Robins. I added the park. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ARU7txJWLs/VA0mmyDxC1I/AAAAAAAAMzE/iPJU2gspZvc/s640/blogger-image--523611800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ARU7txJWLs/VA0mmyDxC1I/AAAAAAAAMzE/iPJU2gspZvc/s640/blogger-image--523611800.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ARU7txJWLs/VA0mmyDxC1I/AAAAAAAAMzE/iPJU2gspZvc/s640/blogger-image--523611800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PipWsqW09Mo/VA0mi29EwYI/AAAAAAAAMyk/_tSkVKyG7T4/s640/blogger-image-593183791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PipWsqW09Mo/VA0mi29EwYI/AAAAAAAAMyk/_tSkVKyG7T4/s640/blogger-image-593183791.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PipWsqW09Mo/VA0mi29EwYI/AAAAAAAAMyk/_tSkVKyG7T4/s640/blogger-image-593183791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3hNWqY-1pU4/VA0k_OwnB-I/AAAAAAAAMyI/ZJS_-DnxiVs/s640/blogger-image--366870993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3hNWqY-1pU4/VA0k_OwnB-I/AAAAAAAAMyI/ZJS_-DnxiVs/s640/blogger-image--366870993.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3hNWqY-1pU4/VA0k_OwnB-I/AAAAAAAAMyI/ZJS_-DnxiVs/s640/blogger-image--366870993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9z5TLBY9lLM/VA0mj1BPs4I/AAAAAAAAMys/XmwOJqa0v7o/s640/blogger-image-1319341455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9z5TLBY9lLM/VA0mj1BPs4I/AAAAAAAAMys/XmwOJqa0v7o/s640/blogger-image-1319341455.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There was the normal bickering about which park, park first v. Ice cram first, etc. But overall it was nice to have a night with just my boys. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next day it was me and 6 kids! Grace had brought home her best friends Hannah and Ashley whose dad couldn't make it the the Campout.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We made m&m pancakes, scrambled eggs, and breakfast burritos for breakfast. Then we cleaned the chicken coop (and gathered the egg), cleaned and organized the pantry and freezer and lazed around all day. We were all happy to see jason around 4, of course I'm sure he was happy to have a long week finally over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Other fun things last week, Henry started taekwondo! He has been watching practice for 2 years and we felt it was finally time for him to start. He went to a few orientation classes and really progressed already. Friday we went to his first Tiny Tigers class and he loved it. Mr Hauth have him a uniform and he is looking forward to wearing it next week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also, our chickens have started laying eggs! Monday we got our first little brown egg. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tJPyXUA_d-4/VA0mh2rhvRI/AAAAAAAAMyc/LBmyLcGYy_g/s640/blogger-image-1811602834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tJPyXUA_d-4/VA0mh2rhvRI/AAAAAAAAMyc/LBmyLcGYy_g/s640/blogger-image-1811602834.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tJPyXUA_d-4/VA0mh2rhvRI/AAAAAAAAMyc/LBmyLcGYy_g/s640/blogger-image-1811602834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LSQLd_c0t1o/VA0mmCDGsQI/AAAAAAAAMy8/SY2YZJ8lces/s640/blogger-image-778899539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LSQLd_c0t1o/VA0mmCDGsQI/AAAAAAAAMy8/SY2YZJ8lces/s640/blogger-image-778899539.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm pretty sure it is one of the Rhode Island Reds who layed the first egg. She likes to hang out in one corner of the nesting box and that is where I found it. We've gotten eggs every day this week wzcept for Tuesday. Thursday made up for it when we got 2! So exciting to go out there in the afternoon and find an egg in the nesting box!</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div>Added: taking the boys for ice cream or frozen yogurt is a regular thing when the girls are at the Campout with Jason. Here is a picture from the same night 2 years ago. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0yscg6TCtx0/VA0mk-ZxIBI/AAAAAAAAMy0/d7BfCt6p99E/s640/blogger-image--1108335624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0yscg6TCtx0/VA0mk-ZxIBI/AAAAAAAAMy0/d7BfCt6p99E/s640/blogger-image--1108335624.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-3917835386028773302014-09-01T20:08:00.001-07:002014-09-02T09:10:09.393-07:0018 years!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-N65fvhQyYow/VAU0i80soOI/AAAAAAAAMvw/6Zc9UxNkzoU/s640/blogger-image--637873879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-N65fvhQyYow/VAU0i80soOI/AAAAAAAAMvw/6Zc9UxNkzoU/s640/blogger-image--637873879.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">18 years ago I married the man that God chose for me. I never could have chosen such a wonderful partner on my own. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am so blessed to have an amazing man who always puts me first. He loves me, provides for me, encourages me, builds me up and makes me my best. I am honored to be his wife. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Recently I commented to a co-worker that I don't mind driving to Oakville once or twice a week because I can often sneak in a lunch with my husband when I'm there. She was amazed that I would look forward to having lunch with him since we love together and see each other everyday. I can honestly say I do. I think about him throughout the day, wonder how he is doing and long to just talk to him or see him. I even like driving by his office and knowing he is just up the road. It is a little sappy, but I love that after 18 years of marriage he still makes me feel special. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This weekend we celebrated with a fancy dinner, breakfast at his favorite diner, champagne tasting and dinner with the family. Today was a lazy day of errands, laundry, ice cream and fantasy football. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love that we can be ourselves with each other, we enjoy our family together, and we are just as happy celebrating with left overs as with a 5 star restaurant. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F8bxu6UZt7c/VAXr2i9guEI/AAAAAAAAMwQ/BAQ13MzOSEI/s640/blogger-image--149195557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F8bxu6UZt7c/VAXr2i9guEI/AAAAAAAAMwQ/BAQ13MzOSEI/s640/blogger-image--149195557.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-1970306745317181092014-08-25T19:33:00.001-07:002014-08-26T21:43:30.332-07:00Chickens<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4g4HHw22P3U/U_1h8As1EGI/AAAAAAAAMuE/aHuwYkn-YQk/s640/blogger-image--2031096139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4g4HHw22P3U/U_1h8As1EGI/AAAAAAAAMuE/aHuwYkn-YQk/s640/blogger-image--2031096139.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I've always known my husband was a country boy at heart. What I didn't believe was that I am a country girl at heart too. <div><br></div><div>Jason and I have talked over the years about getting chickens. I thought it was something that Jason and the kids would like and I would tolerate. We discovered that WCAs 4th graders hatched chicken eggs so we decided to wait until Grace was in 4th Grade and get our chickens then. </div><div><br></div><div>This past spring Mrs. Manukian's 4th grade class was given 40 eggs to incubate and hatch. In the end they had less than a dozen baby chicks. Mrs. Manukian purchases enough baby chicks so that each class member had one chick for the chick Olympics. </div><div><br></div><div>On "going home day" Grace was lucky enough to get 5 baby chicks, 3 were hatched by the class and 2 were purchases. </div><div><br></div><div>We set them up in a brooder (plastic box) in the garage with a heat lamp, watered and feeder. After exchanging many emails with Sarah (the crazy chicken lady) I felt confident we were doing it right.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pVpshUwLIs/U_1h64peW5I/AAAAAAAAMt8/P-Yh9Vk0mW8/s640/blogger-image-628824350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pVpshUwLIs/U_1h64peW5I/AAAAAAAAMt8/P-Yh9Vk0mW8/s640/blogger-image-628824350.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pVpshUwLIs/U_1h64peW5I/AAAAAAAAMt8/P-Yh9Vk0mW8/s640/blogger-image-628824350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cjyce21dAKY/U_1h4gNSmwI/AAAAAAAAMts/wjexVAmqu1I/s640/blogger-image-836686232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cjyce21dAKY/U_1h4gNSmwI/AAAAAAAAMts/wjexVAmqu1I/s640/blogger-image-836686232.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>The kids enjoyed going out in the garage checking on the chicks and playing with them. I had expected this. What I hadn't expected was my attachment to them. I found myself thinking about these little chicks all day long and wondering if they were okay. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fOx8O8reCUs/U_1h5yJlr2I/AAAAAAAAMt0/HhN2Of8iTh0/s640/blogger-image-618789624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fOx8O8reCUs/U_1h5yJlr2I/AAAAAAAAMt0/HhN2Of8iTh0/s640/blogger-image-618789624.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Jason and I had decided to transform the kids' playhouse into a chicken coop. It didn't get done before we brought the chicks home and I started feeling anxious that it needed to be done so the chicks would have a home. Each night when I checked in the chicks I eagerly looked forward to the day I could move them to the new coop and watch them explore outdoors. </div><div><br></div><div>Finally in May the chicks were big enough and we moved them to their new home. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nqIhFaIacUs/U_1VDd9cedI/AAAAAAAAMtQ/JITnraeBwO8/s640/blogger-image--515892480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nqIhFaIacUs/U_1VDd9cedI/AAAAAAAAMtQ/JITnraeBwO8/s640/blogger-image--515892480.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nqIhFaIacUs/U_1VDd9cedI/AAAAAAAAMtQ/JITnraeBwO8/s640/blogger-image--515892480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aJV0nKYkNk8/U_1UBHmT27I/AAAAAAAAMtA/OeQfdGi095w/s640/blogger-image-822195541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aJV0nKYkNk8/U_1UBHmT27I/AAAAAAAAMtA/OeQfdGi095w/s640/blogger-image-822195541.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aJV0nKYkNk8/U_1UBHmT27I/AAAAAAAAMtA/OeQfdGi095w/s640/blogger-image-822195541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k3EEQCLWAiU/U_1T_DnBGEI/AAAAAAAAMsw/lceoxSebdX4/s640/blogger-image--1020929068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k3EEQCLWAiU/U_1T_DnBGEI/AAAAAAAAMsw/lceoxSebdX4/s640/blogger-image--1020929068.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div><div>I had a new nighttime ritual. Each evening after coming home from work I would walk outside, swing open the Dutch door and watch my chickies. </div><div><br></div><div>Over the summer they got bigger and bigger. We finished the coop and the run and figured out treats, feeders and waterers. </div><div><br></div><div>We also decided to let them free range in the backyard. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CTIWyAq3kd8/U_1UCIohrFI/AAAAAAAAMtI/A7WcYAfU0oM/s640/blogger-image--435794043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CTIWyAq3kd8/U_1UCIohrFI/AAAAAAAAMtI/A7WcYAfU0oM/s640/blogger-image--435794043.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CTIWyAq3kd8/U_1UCIohrFI/AAAAAAAAMtI/A7WcYAfU0oM/s640/blogger-image--435794043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uLrL6ZSpefg/U_1ZQ5gcphI/AAAAAAAAMtc/TOU5hABjzv4/s640/blogger-image--1659309486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uLrL6ZSpefg/U_1ZQ5gcphI/AAAAAAAAMtc/TOU5hABjzv4/s640/blogger-image--1659309486.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After they destroyed the garden by eating ripe fruit, digging holes and ripping up roots, we revised it to supervised free ranging. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z--hNDBkxK4/U_1T8a7iePI/AAAAAAAAMsg/PEegMcWwuPY/s640/blogger-image--1315280979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z--hNDBkxK4/U_1T8a7iePI/AAAAAAAAMsg/PEegMcWwuPY/s640/blogger-image--1315280979.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z--hNDBkxK4/U_1T8a7iePI/AAAAAAAAMsg/PEegMcWwuPY/s640/blogger-image--1315280979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h43mdAJ4Dh8/U_1T9grFQ3I/AAAAAAAAMso/0rIWnQykJ-Y/s640/blogger-image--1796927038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h43mdAJ4Dh8/U_1T9grFQ3I/AAAAAAAAMso/0rIWnQykJ-Y/s640/blogger-image--1796927038.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h43mdAJ4Dh8/U_1T9grFQ3I/AAAAAAAAMso/0rIWnQykJ-Y/s640/blogger-image--1796927038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2OD0lYNl27E/U_1UAWgqI6I/AAAAAAAAMs4/24xQ_3m_6VM/s640/blogger-image--1488172827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2OD0lYNl27E/U_1UAWgqI6I/AAAAAAAAMs4/24xQ_3m_6VM/s640/blogger-image--1488172827.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now I am back to enjoying a glass of wine in the evening while watching my chickens scrounge for bugs and seeds. </div></div></div><br></div></div></div><div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-24100294426815138532014-08-25T08:18:00.001-07:002014-08-25T14:44:09.036-07:00Golden Gate Bridge<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oIclUsqwZzE/U_tTpE2f4NI/AAAAAAAAMrc/U0eoINUWvLs/s640/blogger-image-1208574983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oIclUsqwZzE/U_tTpE2f4NI/AAAAAAAAMrc/U0eoINUWvLs/s640/blogger-image-1208574983.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge has always been on my "bucket list" (even before I knew what those were). <div><br></div><div>Saturday I finally had my opportunity. Grace's Girl Scout troop decided to cross the bridge for their end of year party. I volunteered to be a chaperone and Emma tagged along. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cNK4ljvFAHY/U_tTsZrFC7I/AAAAAAAAMrs/Bc_8CDIoIcQ/s640/blogger-image--837903830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cNK4ljvFAHY/U_tTsZrFC7I/AAAAAAAAMrs/Bc_8CDIoIcQ/s640/blogger-image--837903830.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm not sure it the experience lived up to my expectations but I am sure glad I did it. Especially with my two girls. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o2sm8H1Z5Zg/U_tTq8KyEZI/AAAAAAAAMrk/7UBY0NLyHzQ/s640/blogger-image--1141667046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o2sm8H1Z5Zg/U_tTq8KyEZI/AAAAAAAAMrk/7UBY0NLyHzQ/s640/blogger-image--1141667046.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The day was beautiful and we saw many sailboats, seagulls, people and even porpoises. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hARyV3_gXB8/U_tTvVdqlFI/AAAAAAAAMr8/YK2Tf9xOIDc/s640/blogger-image-1550656386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hARyV3_gXB8/U_tTvVdqlFI/AAAAAAAAMr8/YK2Tf9xOIDc/s640/blogger-image-1550656386.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This huge cargo ship sailed right underneath us. That was pretty cool. It was ginormous!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After crossing the bridge we walked down to Crissy Field and fed the seagulls and pigeons. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3tck_ssBIKw/U_tTt0Ok6hI/AAAAAAAAMr0/zo25gC9flIs/s640/blogger-image-394423624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3tck_ssBIKw/U_tTt0Ok6hI/AAAAAAAAMr0/zo25gC9flIs/s640/blogger-image-394423624.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While the girls were gone, Jason and the boys took are of shopping, visiting Grandpa's barn and swimming. They sent me this picture of their post swim Mohawks. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WrJxUrkJ0sA/U_uuJUK76BI/AAAAAAAAMsM/BETJo4--9Xk/s640/blogger-image--704458518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WrJxUrkJ0sA/U_uuJUK76BI/AAAAAAAAMsM/BETJo4--9Xk/s640/blogger-image--704458518.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div></div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-77340860378073328112014-08-23T07:17:00.001-07:002014-08-23T07:17:07.266-07:00New School Year<div><br></div>We have officially started another school year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rNxwMghQD3g/U_iiWzp_1tI/AAAAAAAAMrE/yx8BdKvdtow/s640/blogger-image--1735095511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rNxwMghQD3g/U_iiWzp_1tI/AAAAAAAAMrE/yx8BdKvdtow/s640/blogger-image--1735095511.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Emma is a sophomore at Windsor High. Grace is in 5th grade. Cooper is in 1st grade and Henry is in the Dragonfly class in Pre-K. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y9mJYyLCFZI/U_iiVcu8NoI/AAAAAAAAMq8/_FAEi7L3raI/s640/blogger-image-689513690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y9mJYyLCFZI/U_iiVcu8NoI/AAAAAAAAMq8/_FAEi7L3raI/s640/blogger-image-689513690.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Emma actually started last week. She has classes with friends and likes all of her teachers so far. She has stories about her health teacher each day she has that class. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are still working out her schedule but should have it settled in the next week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">High Sschool is so different than when I was in school. Emma has a block schedule with at most four classes a day. Right now she can start as early as 8 am or as late as 11:20 and get out as early as 1:50 and as late as 3:35. I've had to write her schedule day by day in my planner to keep track. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Emma had a very successful first year and her transcript shows her ranked #1 in her class of almost 500. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rI0O21fKbGQ/U_iiUKrAwUI/AAAAAAAAMq0/GNbZfuY3tHw/s640/blogger-image--1474141616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rI0O21fKbGQ/U_iiUKrAwUI/AAAAAAAAMq0/GNbZfuY3tHw/s640/blogger-image--1474141616.jpg"></a></div></div>Grace is in 5th grade this year. This is the year of Survivor! Emma loved her Survivor challenges and Grace is very excited about hers. Mrs. Jardine is her teacher again. She was a good fit in 3rd grade and I am hoping this year will be another success. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sLi_xPWCwXY/U_iiYckcmwI/AAAAAAAAMrM/zYHk31OiETc/s640/blogger-image--1039096215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sLi_xPWCwXY/U_iiYckcmwI/AAAAAAAAMrM/zYHk31OiETc/s640/blogger-image--1039096215.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cooper is in Mrs. King's 1st grade. Shaylene was Emma's junior high small group leader so I feel confident that she loves the kids and loves The Lord. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cooper has been having an awful attitude this summer and I am hoping that Mrs. King and Mrs. Dick can help to turn that around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oGCdDMvTdKM/U_QWScDgBlI/AAAAAAAAMqk/vaHCGIGXl2I/s640/blogger-image-1923109190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oGCdDMvTdKM/U_QWScDgBlI/AAAAAAAAMqk/vaHCGIGXl2I/s640/blogger-image-1923109190.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Henry is very excited about being the big kid on campus. He keeps telling me how the new friends at school won't know the rules and he will teach them the rules. We've never had Mrs. Greenley so I am curious to see how she runs her class. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Henry very much wants to be big and in charge and I'm hoping he feels more empowered and in control of himself this year. </div><br></div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-50660625663474110112014-08-09T19:13:00.001-07:002014-08-09T19:13:06.541-07:00Life is Good<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Life is good! My life is also crazy, loud, busy, full of love, tickles, snuggles and exasperation. I never imagined myself as a mom of four, but now I can't imagine my life any other way. <div><br></div><div>This weekend is the annual opening day of deer season, so I am a single mom. Now that Cooper is 6.5 years old he gets to go to deer camp with Jason. </div><div><br></div><div>I hate having Jason gone, but I do sure love having a little time alone with my littles. I treat these weekends as "free weekends" and have as much fun with the kids as I can and let chores (and good nutrition) fall to the wayside. </div><div><br></div><div>So far this weekend Henry has cooked dinner both nights. 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He wanted to go "when it snows outside this summer" but since I didn't think that would happen we went today. Emma was volunteering for a back to school backpack event with the church so it was just Henry, Grace and I. We had a lot of fun and actually did pretty well.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jAc-N56TGeA/U-bVK1k0ClI/AAAAAAAAMqE/x39stkBadzQ/s640/blogger-image--1373503156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jAc-N56TGeA/U-bVK1k0ClI/AAAAAAAAMqE/x39stkBadzQ/s640/blogger-image--1373503156.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div> Henry got 67, Grace got 90 and I got 132!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Being this kids' mom sure is a blessing to me. Hard to believe that next week Emma starts her 2nd year of High School and the week after that Grace starts 5th, Cooper starts 1st and Henry will be in Pre-K. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-24391907504569983042012-04-07T19:16:00.001-07:002012-04-07T19:32:21.642-07:00Holiday TraditionsThere are some holiday traditions that you just HAVE to do every year, carve pumpkins, decorate the Christmas tree, and dye Easter Eggs are a few of those in our family. Each of these activities has a huge buildup each year. The kids ask for days (sometimes even weeks) when they are finally going to get to do it. When the day finally comes I get questioned hourly "is it time? Is it time yet?". <br />
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Today was that day for Easter Egg dying. The kids were excited. I didn't feel there enthusiasm. Added to my dread was the fact that Henry is only 1.5 years old and we had a two child to one parent ratio. Grammie and Grampa usually take part in the traditions with us but they had a special 50th birthday party to go to tonight. <br />
It started in a blur as the kids filled their cups with dye. Henry tried to eat one of his and ended up with blue lips after Emma fished it out of his mouth. Then we finally got ready to dye the eggs and Cooper dropped his first one on the floor. Henry threw each of his into the cups. When Henry tried to get his first one out we ended up with green dye all over the kitchen table. Then he tried to eat the first one. Then soon after Cooper spilled two of his cups on the table. He said it was okay since he was done with those colors. <br />
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There were some great responses that I could identify with but none of them were all encompassing enough. Sure I would love for my kids to be happy, and confident, and self-sufficient, and to know Jesus but I want more than that for them. <br />
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What first popped into my head and what still is repeating in my head is the Golden Rule. Matthew 7:12 <em>So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.</em> I want them to be kind to others just as they would want others to be kinds to them. I want them to be respectful of others just as they would want others to respect them. I want them to give others the benefit of the doubt, to show gentleness and patience. I want them to be helpful and considerate. I hope they are humble, grateful, and willing to serve those less fortunate. I want them to be loving and joyful and considerate.<br />
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As I list out all of the qualities I wish for them which I think fall into the Golden Rule it reminds me of the "Fruits of the Spirit". Galatians 5:22-23 tells us <em>"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law."</em> These are the qualities I wish for my children. I pray nightly for my children to be filled with the Holy Spirit. I know that I can't force the qualities on my children I can only pray that the Holy Spirit fills them with these qualities, and I know that if they are filled with these qualities then by default they will treat others the way they would want to be treated.<br />
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Some key scriptures that I pray they will learn, understand and exhibit:<br />
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Matthew 25:40 <em>‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’</em> ~ Serve the less fortunate. Honor all people. Don't judge a book by its cover. Remember that all people were made in the image of God and are valued. It is what you do when no one is watching that is the true measure of your intentions.<br />
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Colossians 3:23-24 <em>Whatever you do, do your work heartily, <sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29541C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup>as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of <sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29542E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)"></sup>the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you <sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-NASB-29542F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)"></sup>serve.</em> ~ Do your best in everything you do. Do everything as if God, your friends, you mother, your Grandmother were watching. If you wouldn't act that way to your teacher, principal, Pastor Lance, don't act they way to me, your father, or your siblings.<br />
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Proverbs 3:5-6 <em>Trust in the LORD with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight. ~</em> If you don't know what is right or what to do, pray about it. Think back on your Bible teachings. What would Jesus do? <br />
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1 John 2:15-16 <em>Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. 16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world. ~</em> Be <strong>in </strong>the world but not <strong>of</strong> the world. Walk the narrow path to Jesus, salvation, everlasting life, don't be caught up in the world and it (lack of) values. Don't follow the broad road that leads to sin and damnation.<br />
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Sometimes it is overwhelming to wonder how I am going to raise these four precious children that God has entrusted to my care. When I think it is too much I remember: <em>I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. ~</em> Philippians 4:13<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-8281969503553759312012-03-07T10:35:00.002-08:002012-03-07T10:35:29.760-08:00Top Secret Personal BeeswaxBeing a working mom is HARD... especially with school aged kids. They do so many fun things during the day and it is disappointing for both of us when Mom can't be there to join in. <br />
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That I why I make a concerted effort to attend as many things as possible. I try to go to just about every soccer and basketball game. When I have to miss one I make sure Daddy, Grammie or Grampa is there. I go to Girl Scout events, ballet recitals and special plays, concerts and performances. <br />
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I also try to go on at least one field trip with each child each year. Last Friday was my turn to go with Grace. I went with her class to see a Junie B Jones play. I had seen an earlier version of the play with Emma Jo when she was in 2nd grade. Just like that time I was engrossed in the play. It was quite fun to see how many characters there were in the play with just a handful of actors. It was also great fun to remember all of the stories from reading them with Emma. It made me realize that I need to dig them out of boxes so that Grace can read them before she is too old to enjoy them.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-72911104451656177642012-02-22T08:40:00.000-08:002012-02-25T09:42:48.221-08:00Cha-Cha-ChaEach Tuesday night we have a mad scramble in our house, especially now that basketball is in full swing. This past fall, Emma Jo started taking ballroom dance lessons at 7pm each Tuesday. It has become a tradition at our school for the 7th and 8th graders to participate in Nordquist dance in Santa Rosa.<br />
This is the first year that Emma is old enough and I was eager for her to participate. I think it is important to try as many new experiences as you can. You never know what you will love until you try it. At first she wasn't sure if she wanted to participate but soon it became "when can we go shopping for Nordquist dresses?". Thankfully Grammies was more than happy to help out with that request. <br />
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I love that not only are the kids learning dances like the swing, Cha Cha, and waltz but they are also learning etiquette and manners. We are part of a car pool so I only get to go to watch every five weeks but the times I have gone there were lessons on walking a girl onto and off of the dance floor, standing when a woman approaches the dinner table, tying a necktie, helping a girl put on her coat and dressing in a way appropriate for the occasion. <br />
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This week I was amazed to see how much the kids have learned in such a short amount of time. They were doing the night club two step and knew many moves and actually looked like they were dancing!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-49723519843416874462012-02-21T08:29:00.000-08:002012-02-21T08:30:04.935-08:00Long weekends<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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Monday we woke up and weren't quite sure what to do. I washed all the sheets and the towels. Went to Walmart and Safeway. Finished folding and putting away stragglers and watched Smash (my new favorite show!). Then I realized it was still only 3:00. I decided it was s perfect time to take the kids to the park. Emma want interested but the littles were game. </div>
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He has recently been learning an explosion of words and there is nothing more adorable than hearing him say "peas" or "dank u".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-37764129144161260922011-12-14T09:35:00.000-08:002011-12-14T09:42:19.291-08:00It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas!I am so happy that I found my Christmas spirit this year! The last few years Christmas has felt like more of a chore than a choice and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grudgingly</span> put up (some) decorations and tried to get into the spirit. Thankfully this year is different! I was ready for the tree Thanksgiving weekend! We put up lights on the outside of the house, decorated the inside of the house and we're even hosting our first Christmas party in years!<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2HIRTEWDlsf7Ve8jRP6PDtMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iFA2v9xhdDM/TtwcAqb050I/AAAAAAAAMCw/4_Les6W0eCA/s640/IMG_5181.JPG" width="429" height="640" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aPka7UNT1--tXJBkAb-9NdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OdSpW72yokY/TtwcBxHg2TI/AAAAAAAAMCE/LluDPqERcs4/s640/IMG_5177.JPG" width="426" height="640" /></a><br />Before we headed out to the Silver Oak Christmas Party I snapped these pictures of the kids. They were going to be for our Christmas cards but I ended up choosing something else<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0EHxCxE80UPUSoD3nUVKrtMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-i_lqy2IaoRU/TtwcDHFSPoI/AAAAAAAAMA0/PZzsUiQfEoQ/s400/IMG_5193.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br />I love this picture of Henry! Look at those curls! Can you believe that Jason wants to cut them off?<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UMfN1kmisd1x2_gtXhVgdNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5enxZBZ5R5E/TtwcEC8VQ6I/AAAAAAAAMCM/iMFf_ta9-sY/s400/IMG_5184.JPG" width="267" height="400" /></a><br />She is getting so grown up!<br /><br />Last weekend we finally(!) got our tree.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1O7L2DMpno70EoTPrSCP_dMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q9K60ai8JDY/TudpEqMVPDI/AAAAAAAAMF8/OJNhgY_4qM0/s400/IMG_5236.JPG" width="269" height="400" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hLyGNEY2uluaRyY6U6KGHdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PrZnt1hhkMU/TudpDpkRM6I/AAAAAAAAMF4/gfNj_OTj_iQ/s400/IMG_5229.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br />I sure love this man. Especially how he puts up with all of my wild ideas.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y6sf0EGAAfr51NrKAP_hHdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SYWholqWgTI/TudpGW1D85I/AAAAAAAAMGA/cl7A_BqmRDQ/s640/IMG_5264.JPG" width="427" height="640" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-52946318840486849622011-12-13T08:33:00.000-08:002011-12-13T08:40:28.027-08:00Catch UpI've fallen behind on the BlogWagon again. Last weekend (or was it the weekend before?), I took pictures of the kids dressed in their Holiday best as we got ready to head out to the Silver Oak Christmas party. The next day I downloaded the pictures to the computer. That was when I discovered that I still had pictures from carving pumpkins on the camera! I guess life as been a little crazy!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W_t9COmOztM73Q2xWnixSdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OlRZ5OG8w3I/TtwcMCXzcMI/AAAAAAAAL_s/FdCTqtyxIoE/s288/IMG_4963.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a> Always a ham<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RPV4iTy6fTo7L04cBW1Z_NMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o5576IUemjw/TtwcNEkp2CI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/nI0DJ8kkXig/s288/IMG_4970.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>Look at those curls!<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BEiabgBWvnGMxvy0psR5StMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EXaeNs615us/TtwcOcw_XcI/AAAAAAAAL-c/1BrSrHdcquw/s288/IMG_4971.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>She did not want to touch the "guts"<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c8-hG6FkxKWZNttUnbGqatMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9Ve-q7C6DNI/TtwcPPdRuAI/AAAAAAAAMCU/WHKM0Tpd84A/s288/IMG_4974.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>But did want to pose for a picture<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mzMvxcPeVzqM8bKaH1yAiNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a9mjDZyeqaU/TtwcRsPO22I/AAAAAAAAL_8/7GncZwBPvo4/s288/IMG_4981.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>He did not want to be outdone<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m3vxId_ObhSfZjvvY88USNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gkM0nG9ZZW0/TtwcUat3pPI/AAAAAAAAL-w/MNBQJvPg3m8/s288/IMG_4984.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>Daddy helped Henry<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SGabQzWzXgzfCBhsQrIGGNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KnJi48Joffk/TtwcV_pZBRI/AAAAAAAAMCc/O1uNUdYPMrk/s400/IMG_5017.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9jakVLXnOa6dIsc2f7-dtdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-A1g9wtd1xAE/TtwcXUYqnEI/AAAAAAAAMCk/eXkrm6B00x0/s400/IMG_5018.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a><br />Sitting on the pumpkins from Grampa<br /><br />In November Cooper sang at church with the preschool.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zaJ3v0ePJS9vWMvkIyuFotMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dAwz-64g7lE/TtwcZkwFm6I/AAAAAAAAMAc/afRtEuwmEMg/s400/IMG_5029.JPG" height="400" width="265" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/diU_SDhXvV7C_li3NspnIdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pV53iYa72Lg/TtwcasaJIyI/AAAAAAAAMCs/WTcxw-1tAYA/s400/IMG_5036.JPG" height="400" width="268" /></a><br /><br />Thanksgiving at Grammie's<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IWG4owKWU8CsFU-ognjJC9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gyNgIwjZpoI/TtwcbtXlNTI/AAAAAAAAMBE/qP5KnBQeiV0/s288/IMG_5053.JPG" height="288" width="192" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/riY6WkFXX-qORCWd7mFORdMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uj8v14DieFg/Ttwccn_deqI/AAAAAAAAMBM/eLvAJjTmAis/s400/IMG_5057.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y8PaxM6Ke3Pd3zs3DUv7MNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2cD3WctP_tg/TtwcdnQuXJI/AAAAAAAAMBU/cR9xu0G5oUo/s400/IMG_5058.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Iqv1x7bNxeeB6Q93_UMF9tMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yisq3BWtdo0/Ttwce47Xx6I/AAAAAAAAL_Q/6GGwgP3zbX0/s400/IMG_5076.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a> There were 18 of us this year!<br /><br />Having fun at the park on a sunny day in the beginning of December.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DtCv_HDcZE6b4JGzOrgXB9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DvLM3mYvkSA/TtwcFKM_iEI/AAAAAAAAL98/vuntkhF5SiI/s288/IMG_5143.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/diy9U3ZEbI2P8tmnavJjntMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rdq8a--DPHQ/TtwcGVL8hYI/AAAAAAAAL_k/QLgEurQ4OK4/s288/IMG_5152.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a> It was a little chilly<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c6EC6TuUd0OyBx3yHtM9eNMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XNAZLU-7tMo/TtwcHpjzqXI/AAAAAAAAL-E/dbj_INmNRBY/s288/IMG_5174.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>He loves the swings<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iJ-I6or4e0Dr4UAHXw-5P9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q0WRA6-9lxQ/TtwcIvtqc4I/AAAAAAAAL-I/z1NhJtFq5KM/s288/IMG_5118.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kD1XQ0sNT_tz-jnDaeh5t9MTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_oIdHwGUOdo/TtwcJ3DzkqI/AAAAAAAAL-M/-neXgL5XgG0/s288/IMG_5135.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-grXMBYXtl6cG4rbre3BOtMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yufexApcwUo/TtwcK4XCfmI/AAAAAAAAL-Q/GFfvVnWBrpI/s288/IMG_5140.JPG" height="192" width="288" /></a>Always reading<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-34174258156985491532011-11-15T10:29:00.000-08:002011-11-15T10:34:30.327-08:00End of SummerIt is getting colder and colder here and I think I have to admit that summer is over. In fact, I'm probably going to have to put my flip-flops away and find some real shoes. (Maybe it is a good excuse to buy the new boots I've been eyeing.)<br /><br />Looking back through pictures, I discovered these that I never posted. As the summer was drawing to a close, we tried to get out into the fresh air in the evenings before the time change. We rediscovered the rope swing in the middle of our neighborhood.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vyQU2wuFKQdIL5mFZ6T6Wg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IYMf02Pa2Wo/TpJfR3hjSbI/AAAAAAAAL8c/n0SiUu_Jqrg/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" width="268" height="400" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vw5JydYJKS3lG7C4IBP8gQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MwgmRAb83Lk/TpJfTc0MS4I/AAAAAAAAL8g/Sc3fJdCiX5o/s400/IMG_4441.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/o-yQBkhxMVHNk4v0VDiJTg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-odzKuLxnAmg/TpJfUllxgaI/AAAAAAAAL8k/9lQkxzuWvvw/s400/IMG_4452.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-9NMFYw7sHnHpLs5ooo8nw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9gkKKLQarEc/TpJfVz3icSI/AAAAAAAAL8o/jQ87ijoBT0s/s400/IMG_4459.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_a1FmDeoKDatpYlDGfq6EQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aYWgcY7oZVU/TpJfXa4l68I/AAAAAAAAL8s/oHTHU56yYTM/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><br /><br />Everyone enjoyed it and like so many other things, it made me wonder why don't we do this more often? Of course, now with the cold weather, coming rain, and time change we will need to wait until spring before we can visit it again...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-29772922898425246172011-11-07T16:31:00.000-08:002011-11-07T16:37:47.095-08:00A Knight, An Angel, a Masquerade Ball & a Monkey?<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LkQSfXEDj-Qm-b8sE-uN4g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OxtjTGR7bsM/Tq6fmVd66VI/AAAAAAAAL60/yLWj-9uJuoY/s800/IMG_4918.JPG" width="800" height="534" /></a><br />We had quite an assortment of Halloween costumes this year. Each child (except Henry) got to pick their own and we ended up with Sir Cooper the Noble Knight. He was wearing the Armour of God.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bErkpQEdF8Ue0C0vn6isow?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dJzheSe8-ZA/Tq6frM48sqI/AAAAAAAAL7A/EiSsqNh42xw/s400/IMG_4940.JPG" width="267" height="400" /></a><br />He picked it out himself months ago and has been talking about it ever since.<br /><br />Miss Grace picked an Angel costume out of our dress-up clothes.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1A4M9gQTmtUzpY4jonNLjA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VT6ctTIPkqE/Tq6foLQmJtI/AAAAAAAAL64/2CXwXwjKOJM/s400/IMG_4928.JPG" width="268" height="400" /></a><br />I made this for Emma when she was in 1st grade in the Christmas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pageant</span>.<br /><br />Emma and her friends decided to be guests as a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">masquerade</span> ball.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7ZMOioWwr5XmPElxNczdyw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zx0zcMQMNCs/Tq6fpX32nsI/AAAAAAAAL68/WKJQug-NdpU/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" width="266" height="400" /></a><br />She borrowed the dress from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grammie</span> and made her own mask.<br /><br />Henry was adorable as a Monkey, complete with banana in his back pocket.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BWPfIJ3E31tkEvHcwNsrEQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bE952FY-YyM/Tq6fuXiJ4NI/AAAAAAAAL7I/ASRZYAVV9qc/s400/IMG_4947.JPG" width="266" height="400" /></a><br />Jason did a great job picking this one out!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-83324170074223160842011-10-09T20:05:00.000-07:002011-10-09T20:17:17.810-07:00ThunderI remembered to take the camera to Emma Jo's soccer game today! This is the first time this season!<br /><br />While the team was warming up, Henry played with an extra ball.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7kg5DUKeNThGNh-T5MScjw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xhG8JsrDaGA/TpJfafol6JI/AAAAAAAAL50/HsyznJ3cNO4/s400/IMG_4463.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WFaZ627FIK8YT8xJLnPZcw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EJTTN93KQBY/TpJfcoN9WEI/AAAAAAAAL54/0dBcfUQxiuo/s400/IMG_4465.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hg2HpdhNlK45ECK0oUXT9g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TLo1o8kcXnk/TpJfeeLJNsI/AAAAAAAAL58/NmeH7Dhub7o/s400/IMG_4473.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_L0sYjJGU5I3HApBEyLEmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cI-5iOI_9XI/TpJffkymRsI/AAAAAAAAL6A/gEQ5h5L5d3Y/s400/IMG_4481.JPG" width="267" height="400" /></a><br /><br />Then the game started. We did great the first half! But the 2nd half was another story. Cloverdale is always a tough opponent and they ran away with the game the 2nd half.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y9njW7JQpNBNJPGg2AWnzA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--vo4xPMBnrM/TpJfisYe_dI/AAAAAAAAL6E/nVSv8ZcSmpk/s400/IMG_4484.JPG" height="267" width="400" /></a><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WKaxJz156VNrsPcvUOE9pQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1bIJ8FTloTk/TpJfkvIvA5I/AAAAAAAAL6I/Eo_ziXZvHCI/s400/IMG_4488.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F_ojwl0VGVwLj4sTlDbswQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U_Thz46KSoc/TpJfmJTq4aI/AAAAAAAAL6M/Tv5ImFCEEc0/s400/IMG_4489.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/24Isnt2hMD7u-ltAFHaW6w?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EhPgNtdevro/TpJfq1W-mII/AAAAAAAAL6Y/7NEZ7ysaVPc/s400/IMG_4504.JPG" width="400" height="266" /></a><br /><br />Cooper made sure to put on plenty of sunscreen.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XfbGYW_R2ReQ-zvK-Z1NOg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nv6WPanVigA/TpJfpcn3bBI/AAAAAAAAL6U/_71USNjGMtQ/s400/IMG_4493.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Jj0NrhS9I_9iCMyBQt6lsA?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O3H6TwSarw4/TpJfoI-5zFI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/lu86DIqDrk8/s400/IMG_4494.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-49816472038121651102011-10-08T20:25:00.001-07:002011-10-08T21:04:16.387-07:00What Happened to September?What happened to September. The month was a blur. The kids are firmly settled in school. Emma has started soccer. Gracie is a brownie. Cooper is loving being an Owl. And Henry is still not sleeping!<br /><br />School started the Wednesday after we got home from Santa Cruz. Gracie is in the 2nd Grade, Emma is in 7th and Cooper is an Owl.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R2sdMRqCmwMWjwjCaQvliHpeZ_6LmW_zdtGu8kHrA-8?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VjLnnmXdEzA/Tkv6zd53m4I/AAAAAAAAL0g/_LiRAzTvBs0/s400/IMG_4267.JPG" width="266" height="400" /></a></p><br />Mrs. Williams is Gracie's teacher. I am very excited to have her as a teacher. Emma Jo had her for part of the day in 2nd and I've always been impressed with how calm she is. She works in the nursery at least one weekend a month and she and her husband have lavish loved on each of the boys while they have been in the nursery. She is also part of a prayer group at school and she prayed for us throughout Henry's pregnancy.<br /><br />This is Emma's 2nd year in Jr. High. She has the same primary teacher. Her class is a combo class with the 6th graders but they have many core classes separate. She is studying History, Math, English, Science, Computers, Spanish, Latin, and Bible. This year we have new teachers for Spanish, Computer and History. I'm very happy that Emma is experiencing multiple teachers each day. I hope it prepares her for High School in a couple of years. I'm leaning towards public High School and I pray that it isn't too hard of a transition.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xICp6XmYqKuCjckBxa1-5npeZ_6LmW_zdtGu8kHrA-8?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dwlB0-dHPmc/Tkv63uB0-II/AAAAAAAAL0o/cN9td7KiZ2g/s400/IMG_4277.JPG" width="400" height="265" /></a></p><br />Cooper is an Owl this year. His teacher is Ms. Anderson who is the sister of his assistant teacher last year. He is in a small class with 7 boys and 2 girls. He seems to be thriving and he can spell his name!<br /><br />Henry started walking just after his 1st birthday and now he is running everywhere. He learned how to tackle and wrestle while we were in Santa Cruz. Now it is very common to hear Jason and I telling him to "be nice to your brother, don't tackle your sister!" He loves them but he isn't gentle. One of Henry's favorite ways to express his love is to sit on your head.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RmwMGMMx1FUHQGO2IoRkzXpeZ_6LmW_zdtGu8kHrA-8?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cg-frXim5LE/Tkv61o1RjAI/AAAAAAAALvk/f1cM7c96Zj0/s400/IMG_4271.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a></p><br />Emma Jo is now fully engulfed in Soccer. She is playing for Coach Rob again on the Red Thunder. He is a great coach and she is really enjoying the season. Emma plays multiple positions but usually plays either Attacking Mid or Goalie. She also plays Defending Mid, Full Back and even played Forward last week. She is becoming very skilled at controlling the ball and not panicking under pressure. Emma has a great kick and can boot the ball past half field on Goal Kicks. I am really enjoying watching her play. Last Saturday Emma's game was at 7pm under the lights. It was very exciting game and made me hope that she might like to play for Windsor High in a couple of years.<br /><br />Gracie is in her 3rd year of Girl Scouts, this year as a Brownie. She is also doing ballet this year after a two year absence. She is loving both, especially Brownies with Rhoda. Last weekend was "Fall Encampment" for girl scouts and Grace go to go to Cazadero with Rhoda and 6 other girls from her troop. They left Friday evening and didn't return until just before lunch on Sunday. Grace had a great time and I don't think she missed us at all. Cooper on the other hand continually asked when we were going to pick up Grace. They are great playmates and Cooper was bored without his "girlie".<br /><br />Life can be a little overwhelming with four children. I've been swamped at work and have started going to Oakville 1 or 2 days a week. This just adds to the chaos of multiple after-school activities each week. To top it off, Henry still doesn't sleep. In fact he has become a worse sleeper over the past month. He used to go to sleep around 8pm, wake for a snack around midnight, another snack around 3am and then up for the day around 6am. It wasn't ideal but it was okay. Then he started waking around 11:30pm and not going back to sleep until after 1:30am. After a couple of weeks of that, Jason decided to step in. Now thankfully Jason puts him to bed 4-5 nights a week. It is tough on Jason but so nice for me after 13+ nights of taking him to bed every single night. Now I have the option to unwind a little in the evenings and I even have gone to a few women's events at church. I pray that someday soon Henry will start sleeping and that we can encourage it without forcing him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/TwoPrincessesOneDude?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093920440884562842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628057425170550846.post-51369650983988764432011-08-22T11:35:00.000-07:002011-09-01T17:00:33.142-07:00It only takes a second!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8W_2HdpCms/Tl1V-j-jRzI/AAAAAAAAL1c/D4BgcIHJBvE/s1600/Henry%2Bat%2BChildrens%2B8-20-11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646764041090320178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8W_2HdpCms/Tl1V-j-jRzI/AAAAAAAAL1c/D4BgcIHJBvE/s320/Henry%2Bat%2BChildrens%2B8-20-11.jpg" /></a>
<br />Friday evening Henry fell off the kitchen counter and fractured his skull. I feel like a terrible mother, and so so guilty. I knew he shouldn't be up there, but he is such a crab when I set him on the ground to get anything done. I'd gotten in the habit of setting him on the counter right in front of me when I'm working on something in the kitchen. Friday had been a long day. I got home from work late, Jason didn't feel well, the other kids were watching TV and the kitchen was a mess. I just wanted to pick up a bit so that I could get dinner started.
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<br />I set him on the counter and turned my back for a second to throw something in the trash. In that second I heard aloud THUD. I turned around and found Henry laying flat on his back. I picked him up and tried to sooth him. He almost immediately vomited. A friends daughter had a skull injury earlier this summer and I learned from her that vomiting was a very bad sign.
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<br />I took Henry to the ER and after an hour was finally seen by a doctor. The doctor had told me that I should just go home and "observe" him for 24 hours. I insisted that something wasn't right and I wanted testing. She relented and ordered a CT scan. After another hour and half we finally had the test and knew he had a skull fracture. Thankfully the skull hadn't moved and it appeared he was fine, but the decision was made to transport Henry to Oakland Children's Hospital via ambulance for further evaluation.
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<br />Oakland Children's Hospital ER was amazing! We immediately had several doctors, nurses, and surgeons <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">evaluating</span> Henry. We were admitted for overnight observation. It was the longest night of my life, and a very trying day, but in the end it was determined that Henry was fine. Because the skull did not move there was no brain injury, bleeding or swelling. The fracture in itself isn't dangerous. We now have to watch him and try to prevent him from further injuring the skull for at least a month. After that time he should be good as new, as if nothing happened to him.
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